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A Lost and Found cat
Prologue: Amnesia
A Ranma1/2 Fanfiction by Jenny 'Android18' Chan
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	Shampoo stared at the beautiful dress in front of her. It
was an evening gown with a full skirt, and an off-the-shoulder
top. It was a soft, light purple color, and made of the softest
silk.
	"Great-grandmother," Shampoo said, eyes still fixed on the
gown. "What is occasion? Where pretty dress come from?"
	Cologne fingered the dress proudly. "This, Shampoo, I
bought for you. Happy Birthday, child."
	Shampoo gave a squeal of delight. "Oh, thank you great-
grandmother! Shampoo love it! Thank you so much!! Can Shampoo
wear now?"
	Cologne nodded, "you can wear it whenever you want. But,
you realize, that this is and EVENING gown, and right now, it
is 6:00 in the morning, right?"
	"Shampoo no care!" Shampoo shouted, "Shampoo wear pretty
dress now, then go over and show Ranma, okay?"
	"As you wish child," Cologne replied, hoping out of the 
room, and closing the door on the way.
	"Shhhhaaaaammmmpppooooo!!!!"
	Cologne frowned when she heard Mousse's voice. Turning,
her eyes widened into saucers, as Mousse bowled right over her,
leaving her face implanted into the ground.
	Pealing herself back onto her feet, she gave Mousse the
angriest of glares. "Mousse, what are you doing?!"
	"It's Shampoo's birthday today, and someone locked me into
my room!" Mousse cried, "I just got out, I must wish Shampoo a
happy birthday now!"
	"Birthday?!" Cologne bellowed, "that's right! You should
make it back from where ever I punt you to by NEXT year, so you
can with Shampoo a happy NEXT BIRTHDAY!!"
	With a bellow of outrage, she knocked Mousse into next week
with her walking cane.
	Shampoo opened the door and looked out. "Great-grandmother,
what was that?"
	Cologne smoothed back her hair. "Nothing child. Nothing at
all."
	"Okay then. Shampoo dressed! Me go see Ranma now, okay?"
	"Be careful, child."

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	Shampoo whistled happily to herself as she skipped all the
way over to the Tendo Training Hall. Then, she heard a familiar
pair of voices.
	"Akane, stop chasing me!! Listen, I didn't mean it!!"
	"I'll stop chasing, when you stop running Ranma!! Now why
don't you stop running and fight like a man?!"
	"What are you trying to say?! I AM a man!!"
	"Not for long!"
	"Hey, what are you going to do with that water? Hey, Akane
no! We have to go to school! I don't have time to change back!
Akane, stop!!"
	Shampoo have a yelp of surprise when Ranma appeared out of
nowhere, and used her shoulders to vault himself over.
	Shampoo gave another cry when she was suddenly doused by
ice cold water. She felt herself shrink into cat form, her ruined
dress, falling around her.
	Shampoo crawled out of the dress, and blinked to get the 
water out of her eyes. She heard Ranma gave a shout of terror, then run 
off into the distance, but that was not the most  prominent thought in 
her brain at the moment.
	~My... my dress! My dress! It's ruined!! Ruined! Akane
will pay for this!!" She gave Akane, who was holding onto a pot 
of cold water, a look of pure venom. "GROWL!! HISS!!! FFTT!!!"
	Akane gulped. "Hey, Shampoo, I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!
It was an accident, really!"
	Shampoo gave a hiss, her fur standing on end as she let her
claws do the talking. She swiped at Akane with her claws.
	Akane hissed back. "Hey stop that! If it's a fight your
want, then it's a fight you're gonna get!"
	Shampoo roared, jumping into the air to scratch out Akane's
eyes, but suddenly, she saw that Akane had her mallet with her, 
and the girl swung it baseball style, with all her might.
	Getting hit, square in the noggin, all Shampoo could see 
was stars and birds chirping. For a while, Shampoo thought that 
was because she was dazed, but then she realized that it was 
because she was flying through the air! The early morning stars 
were still showing, and the chirping came from real birds!
	Shampoo gasped. ~My god! How hard did she HIT me?!~ Looking
around, she saw that she was already descending, and a good twenty
blocks away from home. Looking down, Shampoo prayed that she 
would hit something soft. 
	However, there was nothing soft to land on in sight. All 
Shampoo could see was a road, a sidewalk, a fence and a junk yard.
	Shampoo landed on her legs like any cat would but her
acceleration was so fast, that she heard one of her front legs 
snap when she landed, and suddenly, she couldn't stand on them anymore.
	~My leg/arm! They're broken!~ 
	Gently, Shampoo eased herself onto her hind legs, and hoped
she could get home. That was when she heard some growls.
	Turning around, Shampoo saw a sight that made her eyes 
wide. Pitbulls. Five of them, all growling and baring killer fangs. 
	For the first time in her life, sheer abject fear came to 
Shampoo's mind as they descended upon her.

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	A young man looked out his window/door and sighed. His 
neighbor's 'pets' had found something new to play with.
	~Pets my foot! Those dogs scare most wolves!~ The man
turned around, paging through a text book, trying to shut out the 
noise and failing miserably.
	"That does it!!! I can't study for my exams with all this 
noise!!" Opening the door, he threw a shoe at the dogs to try to 
get them to shut up.
	Two of the dogs looked up and growled at him, but went back
to their activities after a moment, with more noise.
	Hissing, the man grabbed the next handy thing, a newspaper,
and flung that. The dogs didn't even notice it.
	A plate, a doughnut and a coffee cup soon joined the shoe
and newspaper, but to no avail.
	Then, the man had an idea. He looked at the coffee pot, and
saw that it was still 9/10ths full. Taking it, he hurled it 
straight into the group of dogs. 
	That did it. The dogs gave a yelp and ran off. The man
grinned. ~Now THAT'S what I call strong coffee.~ Turning back to
his text book, something happened to catch the man's eye, and he
looked back to see what had gotten the dogs in such a frenzy in
the first place. 
	His eyes went wide when he saw the naked girl with purple 
hair, laying face down in the mud. At first, he wasn't sure it 
was a girl, everything was such a blood mess. The hair gave her 
away.
	"Oh my god!!!" He phoned the police.

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	"Thank you sir," The doctor replied. "She should live. If 
you had brought her in any later..." He didn't finish, thinking 
that the man would get the idea. 
	The man gave a shaky breathe, nodding.
	"How did you find her, sir?"
	"I found her in my neighbor's yard, and don't call me sir.
I use to be a butler, and I am so sick of hearing the word sir...
My name is Alfred James Whitmore. 
	The doctor smiled. "You speak Japanese very fluently for
a gaijin, sir."
	Alfred smiled. "Thank you. I pride myself my ability
to speak many languages."
	The doctor grinned before he got business like again. 
"Could you please continue, Alfred?"
	Alfred nodded. "Certainly. The dogs were all over her, and 
I thought she was a cat or something. They were making so much 
noise, that I  threw so things at them, and finally got them to 
get away from her."
	The doctor nodded. "Well, she's awake now, Alfred. Did you
want to go see her?"
	Alfred nodded. "Yes, I do. What was she doing with those
pitbulls is what I want to know!"
	Alfred went into the room. The lighting was dim, and easy
on the eyes. There was a smell of death and sickness that was
being chased away with the sent of recovery. A faint beeping
sound could be heard. 
	The girl laying on the bed sensed someone in the room with
her and turned to see the man. 
	Alfred winced. He could see that the girl had to have been
attractive at one time. But at the moment, there was more bandage
than flesh showing on her, and her hair was a bloody, matted
mess.
	She blinked. "Who... you?" She spoke with a distinct 
Chinese accent that made her seem innocent and naive.
	"My name is Alfred James Whitmore. I found you and brought
you to the hospital. What is your name, miss?"
	The girl blinked. She frowned and said something
in Chinese. "[What is he asking?? I barely understand everything
he just said! Why does he speak in such a strange tongue?]" The 
girl looked at the man, who looked at her in confusion. "[Do you 
speak this language?]" She asked, in the tongue more familiar 
to her.
	Alfred blinked. "[As a matter of fact, I do. I pride myself
in being able to speak 7 languages fluently.]"
	The girl blinked again. "[7??]"
	"[Yes. English, Japanese, Mandarin, Cantonese, French, 
Spanish, and Greek.]"
	"[Do most people know that many languages?]"
	Alfred laughed. "[No, I am a special case.]"
	"[What's your name?]"
	"[I told you.]"
	"[I didn't understand you.]"
	Alfred sighed. "[My name is Alfred James Whitmore.]"
	"[Do you know me?]"
	Alfred blinked. "[I don't....think so. We've never met 
before, so I don't think I'd know you.]"
	"[Then we have something in common.]"
	Alfred frowned. "[What do you mean?]"
	The girl sighed, and looked so utterly miserable that it
made Alfred's heart ache. "[I don't know me either.]"
	"[What?!]"
	"[I can't remember who I am.]"

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