Author's Notes: I got this idea from a picture I saw a while ago. It's
the one where Ranma and Ryoga are standing on top of a building in
tuxedos. Ranma's wearing a sky blue/w white tuxedo with no cape, but the 
back of his jacket stretches down to his ankles. Ryoga's wearing
something a lot like Tuxedo Kamen/Mask with his black tuxedo and cape,
though he retains his trademark yellow/w black headband instead of a
mask and top hat. Both are striking cool poses. I can't seem to find
the picture though. If you have it, I would be thankful if you could
send it to me!

You know how nobody can tell Sailor Moon is Usagi even though she's not 
wearing a mask or anything? It's samething with Ranma and Ryoga
(I still haven't figured out why people can't see the difference!
Must be magic...). Ranma and Ryoga can also stand each other a little
better.

C&C Accepted!

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Prologue: What's my name again? >>>
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	"Shi Shi Hokodan!!"

	The blue emotional beam pierces through the youma.

	"Hey, Ranma, why can't we just let those Sailor Senshi take of
them? They seem to be doing fine on their own," the man in a black
tuxedo asks before he sighed. He wasn't really tired though.

	"Because! We can't just let those girls do it all by themselves!"
The other man in a kind of opposite sky blue tuxedo turned his attention
back toward an escaping youma. "Mouko Takibisha!!" The yellow beam
dissapates after a while and leaving nothing but chared ash. "'Sides,
it's good training Lost Boy."

	"Yeah, I guess your right...hey! Don't call me that!" Ryoga shakes
his fist angrily at his companion.

	Ranma throws up his hands in defense. "I was just kidding!
Anyways, I guess that's it for tonights work Ryoga," he says as he
begins to walk away.

	Ryoga leaps over a dead youma and hurrys after Ranma. "Hey wait!
Shouldn't we stop calling ourselves our real names? Like what the
Sailor Senshi do?"

	"Yeah, I guess your right!" Ranma thinks for a moment. "How
about I'm" -strikes a greek olympic pose- "'The Invincible Mask' and
you my fellow sidekick, uhhh, 'Lost Boy'?"

	"Rrrr, Ranma!" Ryoga throws punch at Ranma which he blocks. "First
of all, DON'T CALL ME LOST BOY!!! And second of all I am NOT your
sidekick!! Oh, and your are also NOT invincible!" He throws another
punch at Ranma.

	Ranma dodges the punch. "Well I don't see you coming up with any
better ideas!"

	"Hmmm...how about I'm, uhhhhh, 'Midnight Mask'? Yeah, that's it!
I'm Midnight Mask!"

	"What about me?"

	"Make up your own name!"

	"Like what?"

	"I don't know...something that matches."

	Ranma scratches the back of his head. "Err...'Night Mask'?"

	Ryoga shakes his head.

	"'Star Mask'?"

	He shakes it again.

	"'Sky Mask'?"

	"Nope."

	Ranma makes gesture as to pull his hair out. "Arghh! I don't know!
'Blue Mask'?! 'Lunar Mask'!? 'Night Light!?!?...." He continues on to
babble a bunch of other names.

	"Wait! Okay! Stop already!"

	He doesn't.

	Ryoga swaps him on the head. Ranma blinks twice and returns to
his senses. "Will you shut up and listen now?! What was that fifth
one?"

	"What, uhhh, 'Lunar Mask'?"

	"Yeah that'll do. We'll start calling each other those names."

	Ranma shrugs. "Fine. Now _I_ get to name us, Midnight Mask!"

	"What'll it be then, Lunar Mask?"

	Ranma point up to the dark sky and puts on a semi-serious face.
"The Tuxedo Knights!!" Lightning strikes in the air, accompainied by a
boom of thunder.

	A sweatdrop appears on the back of Midnight Mask's head.

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The Tuxedo Knights!
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He looks up at the balcony at young woman, whose face is shaded.
"W-who are you?"

	The young woman is wearing a long beutiful white gown with red jewels
in her to buns at the side of her. Her long pony tails flow down past her 
waist.
She doesn't answer his question. "Come to me..." A faint mysterious echo
accompainies her soft voice. "I am in grave danger......you are the only one 
who
can save me......"

	He shakes his head. "I don't understand!" He didn't understand any
of this. Not the woman nor why he was wearing this strange armor. "Why am I 
the
only one who can save you?"

	"You are of my.........." The balcony she resides in begins to move of into
the distance. She begins to get smaller and smaller and smaller. Her voice 
is to
far of hear.

	"Of your what? No! Wait! Don't leave!" He begins to chase after her distant
figure. "I don't understand!" He shouts after her. She stops suddenly and 
turns her
head to him; her face is still shaded.

	She speaks up. "...wa....p...."

	Her voice is barely audible to him. He shakes his head again. "I don't
understand!"

	"...ake.....op....."

	"What?"

	".....rake up......"

	"I can't hear you!"

	Her face turns mad and her voice gets deeper. "RANMA!! WAKE UP YOU STUPID
IDOIT!!! WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!!"

	"Gaaahhhhhhh!!!" He screams as the face of the young woman changes to
the face of his roomate. His angry roomate.

	Ranma pops out his bed as he begins something very hard being smacking
against his face. He opens his eyes and sees a very angry Ryoga glaring at 
him.
"Wha...what happened?" He looks down on himself and notices he is wearing 
his usual
sleep wear; a white tank-top with boxers.

	"You had that stupid dream of your, Ranma! You yelling out in sleep 
saying,"
- Ryoga puts on a mocking childish voice on -"I don't understand! Wait! 
Don't leave
me!"

	Ranma grabs the colar of Ryoga's tank-top. "Shut up, Lost Boy!"

	Ryoga does the same to Ranma's shirt. "Make me!"

	Ranma pulls back his fist, but a voice from the hallway enters the room.
"You two brothers at it again?! I told you, no fighting inside or I'll kick 
you
out of this here apartment! People are trying to sleep here!" The man seemed 
to
be completely ignorant to the fact that he was also making a lot of noise. 
"We
don't need all this racket in 2:00am in the mourning!"

	Both brothers smile sheepishly at the door as if it were their landlord.
"Sorry!" They say in unision.

	"That's better!" Footsteps patter away in the hallway.

Author Notes: Adoptive brothers.


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