Subject: [FFML] Ranmaspotting 8
From: P-R-P-Chan
Date: 10/17/1998, 1:54 AM
To: ffml@fanfic.com


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Ranmspotting
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	Soun was crying.
	"My baby...my daughter...how could you have shamed me like this??"
	"There, there, Soun. Let's go get a drink," Genma said, putting his arm 
around Soun. "I know a place not too far from here? Do you like leat-"
	"Daddy! What happened??," Nabiki called as she rushed in. "I was called 
out of class!"
	"Oh darling, your sister died!"
	"Not Kasumi!"
	"No, I'm fine, Nabiki." Kasumi said, exiting the kitchen. For the first 
time ever, she wasn't smiling.
	"Then who?" Nabiki asked. She bit her lip in thought, then her eyes 
widened, "Akane??"
	Soun sobbed more violently, "YES! That whore killed herself after 
getting pregnant!"
	Kasumi's hands clenched, the knuckles white. Her nails dug into her 
palms, creating twin trickles of blood. "I have to go and clean 
something." She rushed into the kitchen.
	"GO AND CLEAN YOUR BOYFRIEND, BITCH!!" Soun screamed, eliciting a loud 
sob from the kitchen.
	Genma handed him a hip flask. "Here, drink up Soun. I only had half!"
	"She didn't even kill herself in the warrior's way!" Soun groaned, 
taking a swig from the flask.
	"Um...where's Ranma?" Nabiki asked, "She IS his fiancee, after all."
	"I don't know..." Genma said. "He found her, poor boy!!"
	Kuno raced in, face flushed and eyes red. "I heard the tragic news, oh 
IT CANNOT BE!! DARLING AKANE, I WILL AVENGE YOU!!"
	"Um...Kuno...she killed herself," Nabiki said, "What're you gonna do, 
kill her again for killing herself?"
	"NO I SHALL KILL SOMEONE ELSE TO VENT MY ANGER!"
	"Yeah, you do that, honey." Nabiki turned to her father, "You said she 
was knocked up?"
	Soun nodded dumbly.
	Nabiki turned to Kuno, ""You didn't do it, did you?? Oh God, please 
tell me you didn't do it!" Nabiki pleaded in a disgusted voice, 
wrinkling her nose."
	"Of course not! I could only dream of-"
	"Good," Nabiki said, cutting Kuno off. She turned to her father, eyes 
widening, "No, daddy! Please tell me..."
	Kuno's face reddened, deeper and deeper scarlet, until, "OH MY LORD!!!"
	He stepped forward, swinging his wooden sword, and in a feat of 
strength unimagineable, didn't knock Soun's head off of his shoulders. 
He did, however, connect with Soun's neck, causing Soun to gasp and 
clutch at his neck, straining to breath. Soun fell to his knees, then 
pitched forward, as noone moved or said anything, all standing 
dumfounded and in shock. As Soun's body convulsed and died, the only 
sound was Genma's hip flask falling from his numbed fingers and breaking 
as it collided with the floor.


	Ryoga came upon a huddled figure in the doorway of an abandoned 
building, in Tokyo. She reached out and grabbed his shirttails.
	"Hey, Mister, do you have any money?? I'll suck your-"
	"Ukyo??" Ryoga asked, astonished.
	"Ryoga?? Oh my God!!!" Ukyo cried out, as she pitched sideways and 
fainted.


	Ranma and Mousse walked into the closest bar they could find. They each 
bought a pint of Sapporai and sat down in a booth at the back.
	"You see, Ranma, although his earlier movies were stunning examples of 
how the Hong Kong Martial Arts film industry had progressed, it wasn't 
until Fong Sai-Yuk and The New Legend of Shaolin Temple that he'd 
distinguished himself as the greatest martial arts actor of our time. He 
certainly outdid anything that Jackie Chan did, excluding perhaps 
Drunken Master 2, which was a classic in terms of fighting, as well as 
at the box office."
	"I agree of course, Mousse, though Last Hero in China was certainly a 
better film than New Shaolin Temple, and Fong Sai-Yuk 2 certainly outdid 
the first one in all respects."
	"Let's not forget the improvement such films as Bodyguard From Beijing 
and The Mask had, moving forward with such great storylines!"
	"Hey, let's go rent the Shaolin Temple films and get wasted!" Ranma 
said eagerly.
	Mousse laughed, "when I finish my beer..." He leaned back and chugged 
the pint
	"You know, Mousse, for a sixteen year old, you've got a hell of a mean 
chug!"


	"I can't believe what you've been through!!" Ryoga said, in a 
semi-state of shock. "And you killed Tsubasa??"
	"Yeah...I sorta had to. I almost gave in, knowing that Ranma and 
Shampoo are together, but I just couldn't leave myself for...that 
creep..."
	"Ranma and Shampoo are...oh yeah! Well, Ranma didn't really concern 
himself over it at all, what with Akane's suicide and all..."
	Ukyo's eyes widened, "Akane's...OHMYGOD!! Poor Akane!! She probably 
couldn't bear the thought of Ranma and Shampoo any more than I could!!"
	"Yeah," Ryoga said matter of fact, "Especially since she was 
pregnant..."
	"PREG-THAT BASTARD!!! And all that time, he said that he was goin to 
marry ME!! I'll kill him for putting us both in the same position!!!"
	"You mean that you're...I mean Ranma...oh God!!"
	Ukyo smiled faintly, "Not any more, Ryoga. Tsubasa took care of that 
for me." A single tear rolled down her cheek, "Good thing for the child, 
though."
	Ryoga's eyes welled up as well. He enfolded Ukyo into his arms, 
awkwardly rubbing her back as he whispered, "Oh Ukyo, I'm so sorry!!" A 
smile breaks out onto his face as he thinks to himself, 'Yes Ranma, it's 
over!! My revenge will soon be complete as I ruin this girl for you 
forever!!! When I'm finished, not even death itself will save you from 
her!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!'


	Kuno belched. He leaned back and yawned, his robe half opening, as he 
belched again.
	"MORE SAKE!!" He yelled out to the waitress, "And hurry, wench!! HAHA!" 
He absently scratched at the stubble sprouting on his chin, then ran a 
hand through his disheveled hair.
	Nabiki wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Kuno, baby, don't you think that 
you should go home and get changed?"
	"Whatever for??"
	"Because you SMELL, honey. While your at it, take a cold shower, shave 
and WASH YOU HAIR!! It's so GREASY!!"
	"Now that my darling Akane's dead, and my beloved pig-tailed girl has 
disappeared, what do I care about my personal appearance!!"
	"Well, if you don't close that robe, you're GONNA care about your 
personal appearance!"
	"Kuno looked down, then quickly retied his sash. "What do you care, 
anyway?? After all, I DID kill your-urp-father."
	"Of course you did, dear. Very kind, considering I'd been asking you to 
for NEARLY A WEEK!"
	"Oh yeah. HAHAHA!! I for-hic-got!"
	Nabiki reached forward and grabbed Kuno by the hair, pulling his face 
right up against hers. Nearly fainting from his breath, she glared into 
his eyes and spoke, in a very low tone,"listen to me tatewake kuno if 
you know what's good for you. if you don't go home and sober up i'm 
going to throw your sorry ass into the river then string you up to dry. 
i need your help, goddamn it, and i WILL get it!!"
	Kuno frowned, then shook his head, as Nabiki released it. He raised a 
finger, belched, then promptly leaned over and threw up onto Nabiki's 
shoes.
	Nakbiki looked at him, down at her shoes, then up at him again. Then 
she threw back her head and laughed. She got up, kicked her shoes off, 
and slowly walked out of the bar.
	"Women!!" Kuno said. He spat, then belched again. "WHERE"S MY SAKE, 
WENCH!!!! where's my sake wench-HAHAHAHAHA!!!"


	"And STAY OUT!!" The second man yelled out, as the first man pitched 
Tofu out onto the street. Tofu raised his fist and unleashed a string of 
curses before stumbling along. He stopped at the corner and unzipped his 
pants, urinating into the gutter. The figure stepped out from the 
shadows of a nearby alley and called out his name. He turned around, 
cock in hand, just in time to see a glint of metal as the shot rang out. 
He felt a seering pain, then a numbing warmth. He looked down at his 
hands and saw blood run out from between his fingers.
	"NEVER AGAIN TOFU!!" Kasumi screamed out, spitting at his feet, as he 
fell to his knees, "Never again will your...thing...make a fool of me!!"
	Kasumi dropped the still smoking pistol into a nearby garbage, then ran 
away, leaving Tofu kneeling in a pool of his own blood until an 
ambulance came for him a few minutes later.