On Wings Like Eagles
          Chapter 1

     "Ranma you idiot!"

     "Uncute tomboy!"

     A mallet meets a face, body attached to face goes flying, and a morning ritual is completed with clockwork timing. 

     Ranma pulled himself up out of the trashcan he had landed in.  He was so used to these daily poundings that they no longer fazed him. 'Tomboy hit me farther today than usual.  She must really be pissed.'  Quelling the part of him that rebelled against calling Akane a tomboy, Ranma made his way to the Cat Cafe to get breakfast.  He had went without today.  Akane had cooked this morning afterall.

     "Nihao husband!" said the bubbly mass of purple haired girl that had firmly attached herself to him.

     "Um, hello Shampoo." 

     "Husband come take Shampoo on date, yes?"  She began wiggling even closer to him.

     "N-no, I just came to get some breakfast.  Akane cooked this morning."

     "Aiyah!  Violent kitchen distroyer could have killed husband.  Shampoo no want dead, poisoned husband."

     "Uh, yeah, so can I get something to eat.  I'm gonna be late for school."

     "Be back in one minute."  And off she went into the kitchen.

     "What brings you here, son-in-law?"

     "I just came in here to escape Akane's cooking.  And I ain't your son-in-law!"

     "Prudent decision, son-in-law.  That Tendo girl is highly unskilled in the culinary arts.  No matter.  I am very pleased that you came here today.  I have sensed trouble heading this way."

     That got Ranma's undivided attention.  Cologne may have been a dried up old mummy, but she was a wise dried up old mummy.  "What did you sense?"

     "I did not sense anything specific.  I only know that it involves you and that it will change everything in Nerima forever."

    'Like that narrows it down.'  Ranma mentally grumbled. 'I face things matchin' that description every single day of my life.'

     Shampoo had by that time arrived with the food.  Ranma ate using his usual human vaccuum cleaner impression.  He was done in less than 30 seconds.  Saying a quick thanks, he was out the door and on his wy to school.

    'Do not take my warning lightly, son-in-law.  What is to come may be far too much for even you to handle.'
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     Ranma made it to school and to his desk with just seconds to spare.  Though he was spared from an energy draining by Ms. Hinako, he was not spared from Akane's death glare.

     Suddenly, the classroom door opened.  In stepped a girl the class had never seen before.  She was around 5'0 tall.  Her ebony black hair fell in a straight river all the way to her waist.  The bangs of her hair seemed to defy gravity as they spiked forward and pointed slightly down.  She, like Ranma, wasn't wearing the standard school uniform.  A simple, slightly oversized t-shirt and a pair of loose blue jeans gave her a slightly tomboyish look.  She handed a small stack of papers to Ms. Hinako.

     "So your the new transfer student?"  Ms. Hinako asked.

     "Yes teacher."

     "Well then, take a seat next to Mr. Saotome.  He's the other student without a uniform.  By the way, why aren't you in a uniform?  I hope you are not planning to be a delinquent."  The child-like teacher began to rumage around in her purse.

     "No, teacher!  I plan to be a good student.  My step-mother taught me better than that.  It's just that my father thinks that uniforms are bad."

     "I suppose I can not fault you for obeying your father.  Introduce yourself to the class and take your seat."

     The black haired girl stood before the class and bowed formally.  "My name is Misty Son.  I hope to be friends with you all."  She walked over to the seat next to Ranma.  Several students looked at her curiously.  Many were wondering if this new girl would turn out to be another fiance for Ranma, or if she had a grudge against him.  That was the way things normally went in Nerima.

     Ranma was also pondering this Misty girl.  She seemed so familiar to him, but he could not place where he had seen her before.  Her hair seemed especially familiar.  Whoever she was, he would find out soon enough.