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    TTTT he streets of Nerima were calm, for once. The Jihad of Anime
Characters Inc, spearheaded by Team Ranma, left the Anime worlds calm as
all the major (and chaos-causing characters) left to pursue revenge.
Furinkan finally had a day when they could walk without fear of being
caught in a wave of damage caused by overzealous martial artists.

    Of course, this couldn't last forever.

***

    One of the most curious objects in the literary world is the plot-hole,
often called "a hole in the plot". It is a place of complete randomness in
which literally anything can and does happen.

    Plot-holes strike randomly and without warning; otherwise they wouldn't
be plot-holes. It takes a certain tallent to detect a plot hole, and most
inhabitants of the Anime worlds don't have it. However, those that had,
albiet unconsciously, manipulated the flowes of reality, can.

    Such a plot-hole opened, and out tumbled a young man of about twenty
years. His long, blond hair was tied back into a foot-long ponytail. He
straightened himself up and pushed a lavender set of glasses back
completely onto his nose. He had a deep-blue sweatshirt over a white tee
with a blue toad on it. He nodded appreciatively.

    "Yep! This is Nerima, Japan, Ranmaverse," he stated aloud, and in
perfect Japanese (redubbed into English, of course!). He checked to make
sure his babel fish was in correctly, and grinned. Time to spread a little
chaos. "You'll regret ever starting your Jihad, Ranma...Taking offence at
the slightest insult ...And believe me, you're gonna wish that was ALL we
were doing to you!"

    He set the timer on an incediary cannister and strolled away, right
back into the plot-hole, which vanished without a trace. The cannister
started to smoke.

***

    Team Ranma materialized in the Tendou home again. Ranma streached
himself out and set the bucket of Nyanniichuan down. Out in the yard, there
were three enormous kegs of Nyanniichuan water, almost the entire supply.

    "Ahhhh... another day full of cursing and getting those jerks back!" he
sighed. He'll never forgive John Gilbert for turning him into a panda in
his fic. What did he look like? His father?

    Well, he'll never be turning someone into a panda again. Ever.

    Akane smiled, expressing a similar sentiment. Her eye caught sight of a
note written in kanji, save for the signature. She picked it up.


       Dear Ranma or Akane,

           Did you enjoy your recent round of Going Too Far? Hope you had
       fun! I sure did, cause when the cats were away, the wyrm played.
           And you'll have more of a fighting chance than John ever did.
           Have you ever heard of "Wild Cards"? If not, you're about to.
           VENGANCE IS MINE!! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!

                                                  - Wyrm


    "What a strange letter!" Akane mumbled.

    "Akane? Akane, is that you?" came Kasumi's call from the next room.

    "Hai! It's me!" she answered.

    "Good! Is Ranma with you? I made some cookies while you were gone,"
came the voice. "Do you want some?"

    "PLEASE! I'm starved!" Ranma shouted.

    Akane giggled, "I imagine. Visiting all those authors and lurkers on
the FFML! I never get tired of the look on their faces when they 'change'!"

    "Oh, good!" Kasumi called back. Ranma waited in anticipation, licking
his chops. Akane had a pleased look on her face. Ranma and herself hadn't
gotten so well since, well, ever!

    Their pleased looks turned to ones of utter shock, horror, and disgust.
"Oh my GOD!! K-Kasumi?!?!!" Akane shrieked.

    Standing in the doorway was the ever-grinning vistage of a skeleton,
dressed in a frilly dress and apron and holding a plate full of fresh
cookies. A bow hung suspended over the skeleton's shoulder. It tilted its
head in a slightly puzzled look. "Is anything wrong?" it asked in Kasumi's
voice.

    "Kasumi...My god...what-what happened?!" asked Ranma finally. His
appetite had long since fled for the hills.

    Kasumi, the living Visible Woman, tried her best to show a smile. This
was extremely difficult, as everything but her bones was completely clear.
The flesh was still there; you just couldn't see it.

    "The plagues...A kind of 'Wild Card' virus, I think it was called," she
answered, putting down the plate in front of her. "It spread like wildfire,
and changed most, if not all of us. Unfortunately, Nabiki and Otousan drew
the 'black queen', and I haven't seen them since Nabiki caught on fire and
Otousan's skin dissolved."

    "That's horrible!" Akane shuddered, tears forming.

    "Not really, at least I don't have to pay Nabiki for the
Nyanniichuan..." Ranma piqued.

    Akane flared bright red. "RANMA NO BAKABAKABAKABAKAAAAAA!!!" she
shrieked, letting all her pain, anger and loss out on Ranma's head.

    "RANMA! PREPARE TO DIE!!" came a voice from the other side of the wall.

    "Wasn't that Gosunkugi?" Akane asked.

    Ranma nodded. "Yeah. I wonder what the little shrimp wan--"

    *BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!*

    The entire outer wall detonated, scattering shrapnel everywhere, also
causing the Nyanniichuan water to splash all over the place, away from its
source, and all over the three.

    "Oh my! The cookies are ruined!" she said, and pulled out a Handy-Dandy
teakettle.

    "Kasumi, your forsight never ceases to amaze me..." Ranma-chan said,
gratefully taking the kettle and pouring its contents on her.

    Ranma looked up at Akane, seeing her stare at him in shock. "What?"
Ranma asked, failing to note that his voice was kinda high.

    Akane stuttered, "R-R-Ranma, y-your still a girl!"

    Ranma looked down and saw it to be true. "AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!"

    A label on the side of the kettle said:


    Oi! This is Onsenkyo water, specifically Nyanniihuichuan. - Wyrm >:)


    Ranma-chan took one look and shrieked, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"

    "RANMA!"

    They turned. Gosunkugi was grinning like a maniac, standing just beyond
the hole made, eyes glowing white and trails of white light arcing around
him. He had that look that makes one say, "GodDAMN, That's powerful!"

    Ranma tried to make a portal using the Tendou-School Anything Goes
Dimensional Travel Technique (Patent Pending). It merely sputtered and
spat. "I can't make a portal," she said. Akane put down her hands after
finishing the same thing, a helpless look on her face.

    [Transduction barriers are a great technology, doncha think? -Wyrm]
said the sign nailed to the wall. Akane and Ranma-chan turned back to
Gosunkugi. He grinned evily. "I will ENJOY killing you, Ranma!"

    "...ohhhhhh shit," Ranma-chan swore, feeling doom decend upon
permanantly her shoulders.

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END LOG

I was in a really vicious mood when I wrote this, so I showed the Ranma
crowd no mercy. Shame what happened to Kasumi. Oh well...

Later! :)
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Version 2.0 notes

I decided that this was just too vindictive, so I added a reason for my
revenge. Note that John is still really alive. This is a FIC, y'all! Not a
battle for surivival! :)

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