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"For too long has the foul Saotome held the beauteous Akane Tendo 
and the vibrant Pig-Tailed Girl in his thrall," Tatewaki Kuno observed 
as he opened the lid of a dark casket made of lead. Grotesque shapes  
and foul runes were carved upon the metal, images that would drive sane 
men mad. Fortunately for him, the kendoist had sundered himself from 
sanity long ago.

Too true. 

     "Yes, too long," he mumbled.
     Within the casket, resting upon dark velvet the color of dried 
blood, was a greatsword.
     Sasuke whimpered in fright as Tatewaki drew the sword from its 
place of interment. Torchlight flickered coldly along the black steel 
of the greatsword. Bright red runes of an ancient and horrible tongue 
glowed faintly from within the blade. It moaned softly in a deep and 
hollow voice as the kendoist took it in his hand.

Stormbringer? 

     "With this fine blade, I shall strike down the craven Ranma 
Saotome, and win the freedom of my two loves!" 
     Sasuke watched with growing horror as his master raised the 
black sword over his head. The color seemed to bleach out of the 
kendoist's skin, and his eyes flashed vermilion in the torchlight. 

Why, I do believe it is.

The sword moaned plaintively in his hand as he waved it before his 
eyes.
     "Prithee, what is the matter with you, man?" Tatewaki asked 
his servant.
     "M-master," Sasuke gibbered. "That thing is evil! Can you not 
feel it?"
     Tatewaki laughed haughtily. "Fie! A sword is but a tool. I am 
the master of this blade, not its servant, 

Famous last words.

and therefore, as I am 
not evil, how can this thing be damned?"
     "M-master, please! I beg of you, return it to its coffin!" 
The diminutive ninja was almost in tears as he fell to his knees 
and begged.
     "Enough!" Tatewaki roared. 
     The black sword plunged down into Sasuke's heart of its own 
volition. The ninja's eyes blazed in agony and horror as he 
realized what the runeblade was doing to him. His hands clawed at 
the steel.
     "No! Not my soul! Please...!"

I think I got it pegged right.

     Tatewaki Kuno felt vigor rushing into his limbs as the 
sword drank his manservant's soul. Power coursed through his veins, 
and he knew that no mortal could hinder him in battle now.
     He turned away from the drained husk of Sasuke and laughed 
cruelly. The bloody red runes on the blade swam before his eyes, 
rearranging themselves into Japanese.
     "'Tis a fitting name for a blade weilded

wielded. 

*WOW* I caught you guys making a mistake. That doesn't happen often. Of
course this is a spamfic, so it really doesn't matter.^_^

by the Blue Thunder 
of Furinkan High," he remarked.
     The hell-sword was thrust on high as thunder crackled overhead.

     "STORMBRINGER!!!"

Yay! I got it right. How about that?

It's remarkable that you can even make spamfics seem elegant with the prose
you use. My hat's off to you. I cute little thing, assuming you find Kunou
gaining a magic sword of that kind of power cute.

D.B. Sommer (who almost forgot to remove The Shadowhare name from his email
*SIGH*)