Disclaimer: I don’t own the O!MG! Series, nor do I own Ranma ½, so Please don’t sue me. Please?

Chapter 1:

Equation: 2/X 0.5

In the heavens, beyond what human eyes can perceive, lies the realm of the Kami. Heaven, Asgard, Valhalla, Paradise, Nirvana, call it what you will. But all those names basically mean the same thing: This is where the Gods and Goddesses live. And currently, the foremost of those Gods, was really, really, mad.

Kami-Sama, Lord God of Creation, was watching the life of one Ranma Saotome. Watching Ranma’s life, his triumphs, his failures, and all of the abuse heaped upon him. Kami-Sama watched as Ranma’s father engaged him to one woman after another, and occasionally men, for no other reason than to produce the greatest fighter in the world. HE watched as they settled down in an area of Japan that once was a breeding ground for lesser demons and evil spirits. He watched as one by one, almost all of Ranma’s so-called friends were taken over by the evil energies of the realm, making a normally sweet, if a little jealous girl, into a raving psycho-bitch. Turning a promising young Kendo student who idolized ancient Samurai into an obsessive nut case. But the greatest injustice was taking one of the most innocent and pure of women, and turning her into a reality-blind housewife.

And yet, throughout it all, Ranma simply accepted it. He endured all of the abuse, all of the torment, and all of the injustice, because that was the way he was. Ranma may have gotten a little angry from time to time, but it was quickly over and done with. He may have gotten a little jealous from time to time, but that to was quickly resolved.

Well, Kami-Sama was going to put a stop to that! And he knew just the way to do it, too...

It was a typical day at the Tendo Dojo, Ranma was thrashing Genma, Akane was playing With Ryoga/P-Chan, Kasumi was serving tea, and Nabiki was scheming on how to use all of this for her own, personal, gain. Ranma and Genma were trading blows faster than the eye could normally see, and throughout all of that, not a word was spoken. Oddly enough, no body commented on this deviation from the norm, too wrapped up in their own delusions to notice.

With one final throw, Ranma knocked his oh-so-loving father into the Koi pond, and ended the match.

“Honestly, P-Chan, you’d think that Ranma would have gotten tired of showing off by now.” said Akane.

“I ain’t showin’ off, Akane.” responded Ranma, “Just ‘cause you can’t do the stuff I do don’t mean that you can-“

The rest of Ranma’s statement was abruptly cut off as Akane malleted him into the sky.

“Hmph, that’ll show him not to make light of my skills.” Akane snorted in her totally unfeminine way.

Ranma was still sailing through the skies when he noticed that his landing zone seemed to be a little... Off. It was shimmering, like the road does when it’s hot outside, and the shimmer seemed to be following him as he twisted and turned to avoid it.

Resigning himself to being subject to yet, another Amazon wedding scheme, Ranma began to sub-consciously strengthen his mental and emotional walls. However, when he hit the ground, it seemed to sort of splash around him and he found himself in a completely different area than he expected.

The room, if one could describe it as such, was black on one side, and white on the other. Ranma, himself, stood exactly in the middle of the room, one half in light, the other half in darkness. Aside from the monochromatic color scheme, the room was completely featureless. No doors, no windows, and no lights other than what seemed ambient.

Before he could take a step, Ranma stiffened and felt two more presences enter the room. They stood on opposite sides, a man on the side of darkness, and a woman on the side of light.

In unison, they spoke, “Hello, Ranma. I’m here to make you an offer.”

Author’s ranting corner: Well this is an idea I got after a little too much caffeine and reading a fic called Ancient One-Half, or something like that. Anyway, tell me what you think, hmm? Replies are welcome, flames will be ignored, and KOTF members can take a long drop with a short stop, ya dig? This is NOT a RanmaxAnyonefromNerima fic. Also, sorry that it’s so short.