Oh wow, two posts by me in one day. This here fic is something that I
started at work...I get bored when I'm there so sue me. No wait don't.

I'll tell you a little about the fic before I start it. This is what I think
an essay done by Kuno would look like. I think that's about it. C&C Are
welcome.

Crikit ^_^ \/,  crikit@geocities.com
www.geocities.com/tokyo/harbor/6508

"I don't break rules, I bend them a lot...*evil grin*"

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The Essay�
A Ranma � fanfic by Tracy Garnett AKA Crikit

"One down only twenty-four more to go. Let me see who's next. Oh wonderful
it's Mr. Kuno. Well this should be good for a few laughs."

The Meaning of Life by Tatewaki Kuno Age 17.

What is this wretched thing called life? Is it but something we live? Surely
it is for if it was not why would it be called life?

Life, is but something all men and women must live. It starts the minute
they are conceived and lasts, until their dying breath. If only it were that
simple to explain how one lives their life. The great barb once wrote: "All
the worlds a stage, and all the men and women merely players�" Is that true?
Are we but mer actors in a show put on by some cosmic-bein? If that is the
case, then my life is surely an entertaining show.

I have lived, all of 17 years. And in that time, I have witnessed and felt
more then most people do in a lifetime. I have gone through the turmoil of
losing my mother, to the dark of rider know as death. I have felt the loss
that comes with the abandonment of ones father. And I have watched my
beloved sister go from sweet innocent girl to deranged psychopath.

Although it may appear that all of my relationships end in tragedy, it is
not true. Take for example the relationships that I have with my two loves.
My heart does but gain speed at the sheer thought of the fair and lovely
Akane Tendo, and the mysterious and vi-vacuous Pig-tailed girl. The love
that I feel for these two maidens is greater then the love that Anotony felt
for Cleopatria, Othello for Desdemona, and Romeo for his dear Juliet. If
need be I would give my life to save those of my loves. Their happiness, is
my happiness, their pain, is my pain, and their love, is my love. If it were
not for that wretched sorcerer Saotome, who at this very moment holds my two
beauties under a spell; they would surely confess their love for me, thus
completing this game that we doth play.

What aspect of my life has made me what I am today? Is it the tragedy? Or is
it the joy? Me thinks that both have leant to the forming of the person that
is me. The person known as The Blue Thunder of Furinkan High.

"Well now that was interesting. Unfortunately though it was completely off
topic, and due to that I'm forced to give Mr. Kuno an F!"