Prologue, In the moonlight.
Disclaimer: Wow ... ok this is my first time so go easy on me will ya? Any who this piece of junk is NOT, in any way shape or form making money for me so don't sue. Ranma 1/2 belong to the great and almighty Takahashi-dono. Any reference to other anime is not to be interpreted as a satyre.
/ Phew, that should do it, now on with the story.
A shadow breezed across the carpeted floor, not making even the slightest of sound. The figure peeked around the corner and without missing a step, he/she walked out and followed behind the patrolling guard. Step by step he/she replicated the guard movement and followed him to the end of the corridor.
Click 15minutes and counting
(The light from inside the room shows the figure to be a handsome man of Japanese descent.)
He reached out with his senses to scan the room and silently swore. There were two people inside.He pulled a lock-pick from his pocket and beganworking on the door's lock. Within seconds it was done. He quietly pushed the door open and snuck in.
The room was dimly liddedwith the lamp on the table being the only source of light. Workingthe tablewas a bald, overweight, fifty-something pencil pusher. Too easy, he's not even considering to use his pistol.
The second person however was a young woman, about twenty by his estimate. What intrigues him is the fact that she has unusual purple hair.
'Teenagers and their crazy fashion'
It was true that he's probably not a day older that the girl but histeacher often said that some of usdo not have the luxury of childhood. She was delivering some kind of food. Suddenly his eyes narrowed.
'Damn she's a martial artist. Oh well look like I can't risk going hand to hand' he thought as he pull his custom made Para-ord pistol from the holster and took aim.
"Nihao, one Nekohanten's special for you Mister Customer" His target chirped.
He suddenly lowered his firearm. "Nekohanten" he mouthed the word. It shook something in him. Something about his past. He pulled a cellular seemingly out from nowhere.
"Wildwind to base, wildwind to base."
"Roger wildwind, what is the situation." A robotic sounding voice replied.
"The intelligent was inaccurate; I'm calling off the mission."
"What is the matter wildwind? Security had never been a problem for you before."
"Fuh" wildwind snorted, "The security was a push over" He paused to collect his thought. Choosing his words carefully, he continued on." I have a potential casualty, a delivery girl, from Nekohanten'"
He mentally cursed himself as he realized that he sounded too emotional. An uncomfortable silent greet him as the 'operator' relay his comment.
"Nekohanten is only a minor inconvenient to us, her fate matters little. Incapacitate her then complete the mission."
Even though it was masked with espionage machine he still recognized the voice immediately, it was Jack, his mentor,
"Roger that, radio silence until I'm clear."
'Its too bad really, from the way she move it's clear she has potential.' With that he raised the gun.
"Perverted customer no touch Shampoo or Shampoo hurt bad" She said with disgust as she slapped the offending hand away.
"Shampoo..." He muttered as images bombard his head.
(A red head and a giant panda being chased by a purple-haired girl wielding two rounded steel maces.)
(A purple-haired girl ran pass the red head and the panda hiding in a lake while breathing through grass straws.)
He shook himself out of his reverie and stared into the widened eyes of the said purple-haired girl.
"...Airen?"
OK, how's that for a prologue? Review are welcome. Flame will only inspire to write more and I need a prereader as. Anyone interested mailed me at
Thank beyond thanks goes to Black Dragon6, the author of Guardian and many other incredibal reads.
P.S. Sorry for the grammatical error, English is my second language.