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To my adoring masses !
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Chapter 1
Modern Japan, Nerima ward
Akane Tendo and Ranma Saotome
as usual were walking to school together. Everything
had been quiet for awhile. No new fiancees,no Akane
kidnappers and no new martial artist challengers for
Ranma. That meant Ranma was getting nervous. It
had been quiet alright. Too quiet.
Then he sensed it, someone moving
towards them. Must be Ryouga with his usual 'RANMA
PREPARE TO DIE ' shout , Ranma thought as he
tensed his body for an expected attack. An attack
that did not come.
' Hello.' said a voice behind them.
Ranma nearly slipped from surprise and he turned to
regard the one who addressed him and Akane. It
was a teenager about Nabiki's age.' Uhhh...do you
go to Furinkan High ?' he asked innocently.
Ranma regarded him. Yup, a
martial artist. Someone who stood like that had
to be a martial artist.He heard Akane answer the
stranger. 'Yes. Are you going there ?'
' Yeah.' he responded as he
scratched his head.' Could you give me directions ?
I'm kinda new in town.'
' You go straight then a left, you
can't miss it.' <Not unless you're related to Ryouga>
thought Ranma with a smirk.
' Thanks.' the stranger said as he
jumped on the wall opposite the fence Ranma was
standing on. ' By the way, is there a Tendo Dojo in
this part of Ed.. uhh Tokyo.' asked the boy as he
started walking towards the school atop the wall.
'Yeah, what ...' Akane was cut off when the boy
suddenly ran off. 'Thanks again.' Soon the boy
was a black speck on the horizon.
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Nabiki Tendo was not in
a good mood. A good mood usually consisted
of blackmailing someone. A bad mood usually
meant she wanted someone to be her servant
for a year. That was why her usual retinue of
hangers-on weren't near her while she ate her
lunch. The cause for her mood lay before her.
The ledger told her that she was currently not
up to usual profit. By lunchtime she usually
had at least a thousand yen on bad days. But
this day's current profit was bad,really bad.
Five hundres yen ! Nabiki scowled at the numbers.
Something was wrong, very wrong. Then a sha-
dow fell over her and her ledger as she ate the
lunch that Kasumi made for her.
She looked up ready to
shout at the person to get the hell away. Then
she saw him. She was then inexplicably tounge
tied. ' May I sit here ?' asked the new student,
holding his tray before him. Nabiki knew that he
was new because of her vast network of gossip
mongers and spies. They didn't tell her that he
was this handsome. ' Y-Yes ,sure.' Nabiki said
swearing mentally at herself for stammering.
' My name's Kyoshiro. Kyoshiro Hitami.' he said
with a smile.
' Nabiki. Nabiki Tendo.' Nabiki said as she regained
her calm demeanor.
At the sound of Tendo,
Kyoshiro seemed to freeze up. <Must have heard
about my reputation.> Nabiki winced at the thought.
That's what usually drove the boy's away. The mask
that she usually wore of being someone who would
drain you of every yen you have on you usually put
guys off. Kyoshiro went back to his normal self but
they ate their lunches in silence.
' Well, better go now.' he
said as he stood up and brought his tray and refuse
to the cleaning area. Nabiki sighed at another chance
missed.
Lunchtime was over
when one of usual hangers-on mentioned something.
' Boss, aren't we gettin' a little comfy with the com-
petition ?' asked Mariko, one of her long standing
companions. At this, Nabiki snapped at her.
' What do you mean by that ?' she said anger in
her voice. 'Uhh... didn't you know that the Hitami
kid was the one who stole all our businness op-
portunities ?'
' WHAT !?!'
Then in Nabiki's
mind all the pieces fell in place. After that the
cogs and gears in her mind started to work on
overdrive to set up a plan to make up for her
losses and set up this Kyoshiro's life a living hell.
Nabiki's mind didn't notice the part of her that
started to come to life after she met Kyoshiro.
A little voice, yes. But still a voice. And they were
telling her this. < You love him.>
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