I sat down at my computer and opened Word.  Contemplating the screen I 
decided to 
start a little work with an idea rolling around my head.  I stopped when I felt 
a wind from behind 
me, and looking over my shoulder I saw Ryouga standing in front of the window of 
the room.
	I looked back at the computer and typed a few words in, then stopped and 
looked 
back at the window.
	Ryouga was still there and he was holding a bucket of water.
	His expression  wasn't very happy either.
	"This is that Revenge thing, right?"
	"Yes."
	I looked at him a moment, then I asked.  "Why me?  Why you for that 
matter?"
	"Brendan O'Donnell...  Thanks to you I've seen Hell!"
	"I haven't given you any additional curses."
	"Akane hates me!  She saw me turn into P-chan, and now she hates me!  
And it's all 
because of you!"
	Ok, now I knew which Fanfict he was from.  I just hoped that he'd keep 
talking before 
he tried a water based attack on me.  "Ah, so your upset that you can't keep 
lying to her."
	"No, no, I-I never wanted to deceive her, I just..."
	"You just wanted her affection so badly you couldn't not do it.  If you 
had told her 
about P-chan after that first night she'd have been mad and embarrassed, but 
she'd have gotten 
over it and forgiven you.  When you chose to return and maintain the P-chan 
disguise, however 
you made that impossible because you went from being along for the ride to being 
an active 
instigator.  From then on, you couldn't tell her because it became a personal 
betrayal of your 
friendship."
	Ryouga had looked down guiltily during this statement, however he then 
looked up and 
said angrily.  "She never found out in the prime universe, she didn't have to 
find in your story!"
	"It fit in with what happened.  Besides as long as you maintained your 
romantic 
obsession with Akane discovery was a constant risk for you.  You don't really 
have any chance 
of getting Akane, so you'll have no chance of happiness until you accept this 
and get over her.  
Besides I hooked you up with Akari at the end of the story."
	"You haven't written it yet!"
	"I also haven't written your transformation scene yet, but I've got as 
clear a mental 
picture of that scene as I've got of the end so that's not a valid argument."
	Ryouga looked down then he shook his head and said.  "Enough Talking!"  
He grabbed 
the bucket with both hands and pulled it back.  I looked at the bucket, 
contemplated my 
chances of avoiding the splash, and upon realizing how abysmal they were I 
sighed and waited.
	A cloaked figure appeared out of nowhere and grabbed the bucket away 
from Ryouga.
	"Revenge will have to wait."  the figure in black said.
	"WHO ARE YOU TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!!"  Ryouga responded with a flurry 
of punches.  The cloaked figure seemed to stand still while every punch missed. 
 Then suddenly 
there was a hand sheathed in a luminescent black energy field pressed against 
Ryouga's chest.  
	Withdrawing the hand the cloaked figure said. "That'll do."  Ryouga 
collapsed to his 
knees in response.
	I looked at the cloaked figure, and decided to quit calling him a 
cloaked figure since I 
knew which Fanfict he had walked out of.
	"Ranma."
	He turned to look at me, then pulled back the hood of his cloak 
revealing the familiar 
face, black hair and pigtail, changed only by an unnaturally pale complexion, 
and a red tint to his 
irises.  "You knew, just as expected."
	Of course, he's the undead time traveler from that fict I started over a 
year ago and 
have mothballed for a long time.  I think of the background I gave him and I 
become a lot more 
worried than I was about Ryouga.
	"What have you done to me?"  Ryouga said as he tried and failed to raise 
his arms.
	Ranma looked down at him then taped the side of his neck.  "Quiet."  
Ryouga mumphed 
a few moments, then slumped and focused his remaining energy into glaring at 
Ranma.
	"Uh, you, want your vengeance uncontested, right?"  I said, wishing 
there was some 
garlic closer than the kitchen.
	"Wrong."  He said quietly.  Setting the bucket on the ground he looked 
right at me and 
said.  "I'm here because I want your help."

	"what?"
	"Actually it would be better to say that WE need your help."  Ranma 
amended.  "Now, 
I'll admit that your part in what I've been through is not easily forgiven."
	*Uh oh*
	"Becoming a Vampire, living through a hundred years of hell, and all 
because it fit a 
concept you thought up."
	*Maybe if I jump out the window it'll be quick and relatively pain 
free.*
	"But the fact is I don't hate you for it.  The circumstances were bad, 
but you gave me 
the chance to make up for them, and you were pretty nice in writing me for the 
main story."
	*THANK GOD!!!*
	"I might be tempted to  do something small to you under normal 
circumstances, but 
things aren't normal.  This Fanfict Revenge thing isn't what it seems.  I can 
see an unseen hand, 
and you know my experience at that."
	I had made this Ranma the vampiric progeny of a truly ancient vampire 
who had taught 
him scheming and manipulation that made Nabiki look like Kuno in comparison.  
And that's just 
what Ranma had learned, his Progenitor was better than him down to the moment 
she died.
	"Who?"
	"I don't know."  he replied.  "However I've made contact with someone 
else who came 
to the same conclusion, and she's added some really disturbing things."
	"She?"
	"Ranko Jusenkyo."
	She was the result of a mental exercise to see how powerful I could make 
Ranma 
without sacrificing credulity.  My method was a what if storyline where Jusenkyo 
was magically 
flooded when Ranma and his father had arrived, and when Ranma fell in he 
discovered that the 
springs were what was left of a lake where a dragon drowned an incredibly long 
time ago.  The 
curses were a mild residue of the dragon's shapechanging power.  However Ranma 
arrived at a 
time when the draconian influences were particularly strong, and this coupled 
with the similarity 
of his spirit to a dragon's caused him to become a newborn version of the dragon 
who was once 
drowned.  With hot water restoring him to his original self, of course.  Since 
the dragon had 
been female, it was easier for Ranma's dragon side to take on female shapes, and 
by the time 
she acquired the skill to shapechange into male forms she no longer felt any 
real desire to.
	"Why is she going through you?"
	"She's asleep."
	I looked at him.
	"She contacted me with a dream, apparently she can't make herself wake 
up until her 
dreams run their course, and she's worried that might be to late."
	That was confusing sounding, but in the story, one of the reasons Ranma 
and Ranko's 
personality diverged was that once Ranko developed a dragon's basic habit of 
simultaneously 
thinking two dozen separate thought strings at all time her memories became 
incomprehensible 
to her human half.  Apparently one of her thought strings was able to partially 
imitate 
consciousness, and make contact with this alternate Ranma.
	"Ok, can you tell me what she's so worried about, and how I fit into 
this?"
	"Well as to what's worried, like me she's seen some unseen hand 
manipulating events to 
create the situation you've seen on the mailing list.  Thing is she's also had a 
precognitive vision.  
She's seen what might happen if events unfold unchanged:
	"On the anime side, it's not just us, it's our entire universes.  
They'll be destroyed.
	"And you folk, well you'll probably survive, but you'll be radically 
changed for all time.  
The very nature of Humanity will be changed and all capacity for imagination and 
creativity will 
be destroyed forever."  He fell silent.
	"How?  and can it be prevented?"
	"I can't see how it could happen myself, and Ranko hasn't said anything 
on that matter.  
She has said that her vision is of the likely outcome and not the definite 
outcome."  Ranma 
looked down and said.  "And as for your role in changing these probabilities, I 
don't know 
myself.  Ranko said, however that your knowledge would impact on the course of 
future events 
in a way favorable to us."  He grinned, revealing his vampiric fangs and added. 
 "He also said 
don't let you get avenged because till you get round to uploading your stories 
our existence is 
tied to your mind."  He looked down at Ryouga, and taped his right temple a 
second before 
touching his index finger just under the bandanna on Ryouga's forehead and 
concentrating for a 
few moments.
	"Wha,"  Ryouga asked and he pulled himself to his feet.  He swayed 
dizzily for a 
moment, then took a deep breath and steadied himself.  "I guess you'll want me 
to head back 
now."  Ryouga said quietly.
	"Keep in mind what you've heard.  Brendan's not to be interfered with."
	"C-could the universe really?..."
	"It's happened before, if imagination and creativity bite the dust we're 
all doomed.  
Don't worry, I'll be working to prevent this, and so will Ranko."
	"Ok, but how did you stun me like that?"
	"Oh, that's just something I picked up.  You see..."  Ranma paused and 
lifted his cloak 
to cover both of them, then they faded from reality.
	All that left was me, my computer, and a bucket of Water.  *The water 
could be 
trouble.*
	Needless to say I carefully picked up the bucket, and carried it 
downstairs.  I took out 
some old plastic bottles, and with a funnel I filled them with what had to be 
Jusenkyo water.  
Then I took them down to the cellar and put them in a corner of what was once a 
coal 
storeroom.  That taken care of I went back to my computer and prepared to log 
onto the 
Mailing list and discover what was happening with the building war.
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A few notes:
	I have no idea what I should say here.
	I haven't gotten around to posting any ficts yet, though I think I'll 
post a draft of parts 
one and two of the one Ryouga came from by the weekend.
	C&C, if I didn't want it, I wouldn't have posted.
	My e-mail address is brenda02@sprynet.com
	My name got cut off and I haven't gotten around to looking to change it 
yet.
	Be seeing you.
				Brendan Keith O'Donnell