Okay..my first post clocking in at around 31k. I hope you enjoy.
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 As far as I know, I am using the Appropriate Chinese spelling for Roman
characters.
And I know my Japanese is correct. English is in Italics. Chinese is set
off by < >.
Thought bubbles set off by ( ).

My second attempt......the first is slated as offensive material
It wasn't pretty.

I jump around a lot also so stay with me.
People who really frequently read these,  this is a fix, but it is
definitely not a quick fix. 
Comments welcome, flames included. Ryougaecho@abraxis.com
Also included later are a list of songs I think you should listen to,
and realise alot of my inpiration is musical.

-Are you pondering what I'm pondering?-
-I think so, Briane, but wouldn't the horse hate the kilt?-




             "The Yin, The Yang, And The Thin Line Between."

part 1-- Some nerve

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[...one is the loneliest number there ever was...]playing in the
background.


Calm, easy breeze. Mild overcast. 

Late, Autumn.

Mildly urban Nerima. Calm.(relatively speaking.)

Weekend.

A fence guardrail for the drainage.

Ranma -very- slowly walking its length.

(Chikkusho.) He's wearing his long sleeve, sky-blue tunic, and his grey
Communist China hat.
He looks from left to right, kicking himself in thought the entire time.

(I just had to open my big mouth.)

Late afternoon.

(I coulda just kept right on going, not said a thing, but nooooo...)

He wanders down the length of the fence before it runs out, coming to a
large power pole. He stops,
and spins on the ball of his foot and begins to walk back the way he
came. (How am I going to get out
of this one?) He looks towards the sky as he ponders possible gifts.
(Candy? Naw, she'd think I was
making a crack at her cooking, or think she was fat or something.) 

Ranma smiled to himself, knowing full well that a month ago, he wouldn't
have thought that far ahead.

He was making progress.

(Well, uh, Flowers?)That seemed to bolster his spirits. (Maybe...) He
checked his pockets, frowning in
disappointment at the result. (Scratch that...)


--[-flashback-]--

Ranma's running down the stairs towards the livingroom, a text book on
English in his hand. "Hey,
where's Akane?"

Roughly 10:30am.

He lands, and no one is in the living room. "Huh." (Well, uh.., Oh!
Yeah!)
He begins to remember things he was told. (Nabiki spent the night at her
friend's.) He walked  toward
the kitchen, taking in the fragrance of a very mild soap. Peeking in, he
noticed the dishes, cleaned and
dried, in a rack next to the sink. He could almost see Kasumi
straitening the area, putting away things
and making activity known. (...and Kasumi said she'd be taking the train
to pick up a special blend of
Liquor for...what was it?) he scratched his head, thinking for a moment.
He walked backwards until his
back hit the stairwell. (That's right...for the autumn festival..) He
exhaled deeply.

Where was Akane? He needed help with his English, as much as he hated to
admit ever needing help.

Especially to her.

"KiyaaaaAAAAHHH!!"

Crashing type noise.

Ranma instantly knew where to go. 

::cut to the dojo::

Akane with a broom sweeping up the broken mortar bricks. 

She mildly noticed Ranma enter, not showing too much interest. "Hey
Akane. I've been looking for
you," he said easily, coming to a stop at the doorway.

"Yeah?" she said wearily. Ranma knew there was something wrong, as she
never broke bricks
anymore, unless she was mad.

But she didn't look mad. In fact, she looked like this ever since they
tried to get married and everyone
wrecked everything.

She looked bored.

That scared Ranma.

"I need some, uh...," he stumbled off dumbly.

Akane looked up. (Now what does he want?) She stopped sweeping and gave
him an irritated look,
only barely noticing the school book in his right hand. "What is it?"

Ranma's entire resolve left him. A cold wind swept him, so cold it would
make an otter shiver. And It
seemed to blow out from Akane. "Uh...it's....it's nothin'." He turned
around, dejection oozing from him.
He hung his head in defeat, walking numbly down the steps to the
practise hall. "Didn't mean to bother
you."

Akane watched him leave, her cross look dissolving. (What was that all
about?) "Ranma?" she said
softly, knowing full well he was out of earshot.

Ranma's disappointment soon turned to anger as he climbed the stairs.

(Dammit,) he thought in English, throwing his book from the door across
his temporary room
ferociously. The papers whooshed at the exposure to the air and a loud
clump when the hardback
struck the wall  He found the English curse unable to carry his
frustration. (Kuso!)


--flash to present--

(Why was she so icy?) Ranma sat down on the fence, his legs dangling.
(What did I do to her?) He
stewed in his thoughts. (I think it was me...I mean she can't stay mad
at anyone like she does me.)  He
laughs at himself for being proud of such a stupid thing.

He swallowed hard.

(Maybe it was before the wedding...) He thought of Akane in the western
wedding dress, questioning
his love for her. (She didn't seem to happy after that.) 

He chortled.  (Especially after I ran for the Nannitsuang.) Ranma began
to think of her in the dress. (I
miss her smile...)

He sat up straight. (Where the hell did that come from?) he questioned. 

He calmed down quickly. He knew exactly where it came from, (but I don't
have the guts to say
it...some martial artist.)

--::flashback again::--

Some hour or so later from the last flashback, still before noon.

Ranma, supremely bored has resorted to the one last option left to him.

:input Psycho shower scene music:

The Television.  ::Voice over Beavis, screaming AAAAAAAAAA Noooo!::

He clicked through the channels numbly, meaningless shows and
commercials barely registering. What
else could he do? He hated English. Bad enough he needed help, but Akane
was the only one who
could right now.

Ugh.

He'd go to the dojo and practise, but Akane was in there.

Ugh.

He clicked off the TV and laid back, he legs still under the table.
(What am I going to do now?)

Akane walks in, still wearing her off-white gi and her head band. She
passes by Ranma, paying little
attention, while Ranma carefully followed her actions. (Always so
tense...) he thought, even as she
walked up the staircase.

A little while later, she returned, wearing a blue skirt and black
stockings to match her black sweater
with blue stripes. 

A guttural noise issued, Ranma being all too familiar with it.

He was hungry.

Instinctively he tried to look into the kitchen for Kasumi.

"Don't bother," Akane said dryly, apparently noticing his
actions."Onee-chan won't be back till late."
Ranma watched her walk past him.

Right towards the kitchen. "Uh," he stood up to follow.

"Now what?" She stopped short.

They stood close. "Are you going to..." He pointed stupidly at the
kitchen doorway, his hand moving
the curtain to the side.

"Would you rather starve?" she barked sharply, her eyes lighting up.

"I dunno," he laid his hands behind his head, not really thinking. "I
mean, if I gag it up later, wouldn't it
be the same as starving?"

(oops.) Ranma -felt- her clench her fists.

"Why you....! BAKA YAROU!"

Pan back to the dojo. The foundation struts shake.

A dog on the shores of Hokkaido turns its head sideways, wondering what
the noise was.


::Back to present::

(She never said Yarou....to me....ever...) He looked down towards the
slow running water. A bird can
be heard chirping. *yarou is very, very strong and masculinely harsh
insult*

Ranma pushed off towards the street, and began walking to the bridge.
 
The bridge. Where the current generation of the Saotomes went to think.
His pace was still slow and he
turned a block, not knowing that Ryoga had just turned that corner 40
seconds sooner and was now on
his way to Guma prefecture.

Ranma reached the bridge and walked down the hill to come by the bank,
only to see it occupied. He
saw a large boy already near the edge, stretching gingerly. He wore
black sweats that read  -
Kung-Fu- down the leg in English, and Converse Chuck's. His sweat shirt
bore a very odd and
complex Kanji with at least 30 strokes. He couldn't for the life of him
remember its meaning. Something
about 'dull'.

Then the guy began doing kata. Ranma sat down on the incline, analysing
his moves. (Dang, not bad.
Real controlled.) Ranma recognized the kata vaguely as the second
Shotokan form, using several short
forward motions with power, using hard techniques. When travelling with
his father, he had watched the
other styles and studied them before. Relatively simple, direct
movements. Ranma was impressed, not
by the style, but by the artist. Alot of people didn't strike him as the
type to study these thing for real, but it was becoming apparent to him
that he needed to think it over.

He finished the Kata and began another. (Whoa,) he thought, entranced by
the extreme contrast to the
last kata. These move were supremely graceful, exploding in many
direction like a burning flame,
moving forwards on one field like a great wind, yet solidly and steadily
like a rock. It was beautifully
laid out yet functional in every motion, and the guy wielded it like the
back of his hand. (This is...) he
stammered off, entranced by the form as it came to a close.

(I gotta see him do that again.)

Then, they guy did a Kempo form opening. (Ahhh, 4rth tiger's form...)
Ranma thought appraisingly to
himself, watching the opening with a reminiscent eye. Ranma watched his
introduction carefully, not 20
feet from the tall boy. He stood up and jogged lightly to stand in front
of him, just before the guy
finished the introduction.

"Hi. I'm Ranma." The guy stopped his introduction, turned to face Ranma,
and bowed deeply,
soundlessly. "Oh, yeah..." Ranma bowed formally, recognizing the
invitation to join in the 2 person kata.

They began. 

Ranma was launched into a meditative like state, knowing full well that
his partner must be as well, for
he had comparable skill. They moved, Ranma very fluidly, the other more
solidly. Punches moved
easily, deflections even smoother. (This guy's no way as fast as me.)
Ranma threw the long tornado
kick as the other grabbed it and pushed into a simple counter-throw.
(Probably a little stronger...I could
take him...) Ranma chided himself in his head. (Not now, dolt.) Then the
unthinkable happened.

The guy hit Ranma.

Squarely in the chest.

And it hurt.

(How in the..?) Ranma recoiled but knew that he couldn't stop the form.
The rhythm was established,
yet Ranma remained confused. He knew this co-op form like the back of
his hand. He and Pop did it
frequently when they traveled. And he should be able to stop whatever
this guy could dish out anyway.
Ranma was a little upset as he threw a volley of 7 punches, expecting
the familiar blocks.

...except the last 2 connected.

And they shouldn't have.

Ranma was about to apologize for striking him in the face, but then his
partner went into the next move
of the form, ignoring the shots as best he could. (Damn, I know better
control than that.) 

They finished the form. Bowing deeply and slowly to each-other. Ranma
was able to get a better look
at him. He was an entire head, maybe more, taller than Ranma, just
slightly heavier build. His face was
calm, looked remotely Asisn, maybe Indian*(ednote--NOT native American),
with brown hair and
really depressing brown eyes. (He looks as bad as I feel,) Ranma
thought, returning to the problem that
would soon face him. 

He stuck his hand out. "Taira."

(Huh?) Ranma was confused. (Oh, his name.) He took his hand clumsily
shaking it. "You're good."

"What is meant?" Taira replied.

(Great, he kinda speaks Japanese.) "At forms," Ranma tried to clarify.

"Just forms?"

"Huh? No! That's not what I meant!"

"Joke, just a joke..." Taira said to calm Ranma, who was now flailing
his hands."I must go, depart."

"Huh? Oh, sure." Ranma watched the foreigner turn and begin to walk up
the hill. "Hope I see you
again!" He called. (Wow, I met someone...)

"Perhaps!" Taira called.

(...I hit him, and he's still trying to be my friend....I think I like
this outsider.) He followed him with his
glance as Taira walked to the other side of the bridge and disappeared
around a building. (I do hope I
see him again...but, I've got other problems...) Ranma walked up the
hill to the pavement.

=====

At the Tendos.


about 4:50


Akane had finished cleaning the house for the second time, still fuming
about the day. (Jeeze, I can't
even do him a favor...that jerk...) She promptly punched the pillow seat
as she set it down next to the
table. (Maybe I've been too rough on him...) she sighed as she sat down,
looking at the tea she had
boiled for herself. She carefully nursed it in her hands as she drank
the warm fluid. 

Akane was proud of the fact that she had resisted temptation to
'improve' on the tea, trying to keep
calm as she simply boiled the water and put the ground leaves in the
cup. Now she realised that that
was probably the best thing she could have done. It actually tasted
okay.

ring ring

Akane walked over to the entrance and picked up the phone. "Hello?"

Nabiki's voice sounded on the other end. "Hey, sis. What's up?"

"Oh nothing. I just made some tea."

"Good for you." she said with underwhelming enthusiasm.

"Hey! Its pretty good, too!" her anger gave her a reminder of Ranma's
similar jests.

"Whatever."

"When are you coming home?" she asked expectantly.

"That's the thing. I've been invited to stay another night. Seeing as
how we're short on food, I figure I'd
take up the offer. Let Kasumi know when she gets back, `kay?"

"Okay, for a fee."

Nabiki stuttered. Had her little sister just tried to extort her?

"Gotcha."

"Aren't you cheery. I guess I would be if I was alone with my fiance`,
too." Nabiki knew she'd fall for
this little trick. She always did.

"What!? Why would I want to hang around that jerk?" she had said that
surprisingly calmly, much to the
intrigue of her sister.

"Now that's cold. What did he do this time? Make fun of your cooking,
again?"

"That's.... !" silence

"He did? And your this cold? Hell, Akane, I make fun of your cooking.
Ah, Koriko and I are going to
catch a movie. Tell Kasumi!"

Click

Akane hung up the phone carefully. She walked silently back to the
living room. (Am...am I really
that..) she thought, sipping the cooling tea.

(So what!? He deserves it!) she blurted out to herself, her hot anger
coming to her easily. (What has he
done for me lately?) She slammed the tea down harder than she intended,
spilling some of the contents.
(Why does he act like such a jerk?) She stood up to go to the kitchen
for a rag. (Next time, I'll just shut
up.)

She comes back just in time to see Ranma going up the steps. She watches
his slumped form stumble
upward and out of sight. (What's his problem? Where's he been?) Still
holding a damp rag, she ignores
the issue for now and turns back towards the livingroom.

Shortly, as Akane watches TV, Ranma returns and sits on the far side of
the table, away from her.
(Where'd he get that scratch on his...) she trailed off, trying not to
look at him. "So, where were you?"

"Walkin'," he answered.

(Golly, he sounds awful.) She still didn't look back. (Could it have
been my...? No....) Akane stands
and goes into the kitchen to get some distance. She opens the fridge and
pulls out a platter of snack
crackers she had made earlier and also set a kettle a boil. (Have I
really gotten that deep into him?) she
thought absent mindedly turning the stove, its pilot flickering as
flames leapt to life. She also grabbed for
two cups without thinking. She carried the warmed kettle and the platter
back to the living room.

Ranma hadn't moved. He was still staring blankly at the table, like when
she had left. She softly set the
tray at the center and realised she had two cups. She tried to hide her
flush with anger. "Here," she said,
trying to sound more venomous than she had. Ranma numbly looked up and
took the cup, holding it as
she poured.

She sat down, trying to look as though she was watching the TV. Ranma
moved towards the center of
the table. (Here it comes,) she thought. (Wonder what it'll be this
time. 'oh, look, someone left out the
leftovers too long' or maybe, 'What died on the plate?')

Ranma made no sound. He simply grabbed a cracker, stuck it in his mouth
carefully, and crunched it.

And swallowed.

After about five minutes, Ranma stood up and went upstairs again without
a sound.

(Ranma...?)

====

8:50pm

Akane was in her room now, the sounds of some activity were heard
downstairs. Her father and Mr.
Saotome talking about the seasonal festival and the booth they decided
to set up over their shoji board.
Kasumi bustling in the kitchen. Other familiar noises.

(Drat. Ranma, why do you have to go and do things like this? Why won't
you grow up? Now you
make me feel bad...) she sat down on he bed, clutching at her pillow.
(You're so nice sometimes...) His
face crossed her mind. He never really smiles, not normally anyway. She
remembered him eating the
snack crackers --which were awful-- with a straight face. Just plain old
Ranma. Ranma who could have
brought down three dynasty in China. Ranma who made fun of the world
around him, but didn't even
laugh about it. Ranma who saved more times than anything normal in her
life.

Then he smiled. Ranma never really smiled. He smiled, she realised, for
her...

...which turned into a laugh.

(...And such a dumb, jack-ass other times!) Akane was embarrassed to
admit to herself that she
couldn't decide weather to hug or slug him.

Then there was a knock at her door. She gulped. "Come in."

Ranma knew that nobody else was home. Better get this done.The door
creaked open, Ranma's head
peaking in. "Can I?"

She nodded, trying to look tense.

He entered, closing the door as quietly as he could, looking very
uneasy. "Can we talk?"

Akane folded her arms across her chest. "What?"

He sat straddled in her chair, his arms leaning against the back.
"I'm...sorry..."

Ranma had good practise at saying he was sorry. Her resolve began to
melt.

"I mean...I'm sorry I hurt you..."

That caught her off guard. (Hurt me?) She developed a knot in her throat
as he spoke.

"I learned a good lesson today, from a foreigner of all people," He
swallowed. "I learned that
sometimes, I.." he choked, trying to fight the bug in his throat as
well. 

(You what, Ranma?)

"I...," he took a deep breath, ready to force the words out. "I hold
back when I shouldn't...and I..let out
too much when I shouldn't..." He took a couple breaths, as though he
needed to recover. "I didn't mean
to hurt you. I don't like to see you upset."

Akane was floored. Ranma had just exhibited humility, which she knew was
not possible. All anger was
gone, replaced by curiosity and something else she couldn't identify.

"Then...why..?" she asked almost soundlessly.

"I don't know..." he stumbled off.

silence

"Can I make it up to you?" He reached out and put his hands on her
shoulders. "Please?" he said
resolutely, only a breath away from her face. She felt the strong
insistent grip hugging her shoulders
carefully. She looked deep in his eyes with anticipation, hoping
something would happen to break the
moment, yet, fearing that something would.

"Ranma..." she felt herself being sucked in by his strong gaze.
"I...it's okay.." she struggled.

"No it's not..." he said in a crescendo, letting her go to stand up. "I
act like a jerk," as he paces her
room,  "and say stupid things on purpose just to agitate you. It's not
right, Akane. Pop is right, I should
treat you better, but I...I...I'm...."

A deafening and festering silence ensued.

She carefully read him, knowing all too well. (Your embarrassed....to
say...to do...to act like...,) she
finished for him, where he could not. (Oh Ranma.)

"You don't have to do anything ...you....don't want to..." she said,
walking up to him.

She stood close to him. Ranma seemed to want to say something. "I...I
want..to be able to...." he
looked away, his face flushing.

"What?" she prodded softly. (Jeeze he's really red..)

"I want to see you smile," he said flatly.

She gulped as she also turned crimson. He turned his head to face her,
putting his hands on her
shoulders again. "Akane..." Her pulse began to quicken, anxiously
awaiting him to make a move.

He leaned in closer. She closed her eyes, tilting her head up.

And then he was gone. "Akane, wasn't Nabiki supposed to return tonight?"
Kasumi's soft interjection
filled the room.

"Yes, I know she said so. Do you know where she is?" her father added.

"Uh, yeah, Dad," Akane stammered. "She said that she was going to stay
the whole weekend. Sorry
I...didn't say sooner."

"Well if that is all...," her father left the doorway.

"Akane you should really keep the window closed. Its much too cold to
leave it open."

"Hai, onee-chan." The door closed. She turned to look at her open
window.

For a moment she gazed with longing out it. (Damn him, he's so shy...)
Her thoughts weren't nearly as
angry as she expected them to be. They were almost, kind.

Then Ranma craned down, filling the window with his up-side-down form.
She jumped him a little. She
hated it when he did that. "Sorry," he said.

She smiled as she approached the window. "Old habits die hard." he
stammered.

She kissed him lightly on the cheek. He seemed to turn to ice. She held
his slate blue gaze for a long
time. "G'night, Ranma." She slid the window shut. "Thank, you."

On his face...

"G'night Akaaaaaaaaaa----"

crunch

"Watch what yer doin!" he wailed from below, clutching his head. "You
clumsy..!" (He watched as the
light went off.) "Oh forget it."

"Whazza matta, Ranma? Get turned down cold again?" Happosai growled.
Ranma gagged at the smell
of the pipe smoke. He turned to face the old man sitting on the rocks.

"Yeah whatever. What are you sitting out here for, freak? Where's your
nightly hoard?"

"How rude!" He flicked a hot coal at Ranma's face, Ranma ducking calmly.
"I was having a nice
peaceful introspective moment, then CRASH! You show up!"

"It's not like that!"

"Come on, Ranma. We all know why you end up out of the window of Akane's
room."

"She wasn't...I mean.. I was apoligizin`!"

"Oh so! You were finally tryin to start somethin?"

"No...!"

"Calm down, boy! You should learn better from your mistakes!" he inhaled
deeply on the long pipe.

"I...Mistakes!? I'll show you a few mistakes.....::cough::" Ranma
promptly gags on the face full of smoke
issued to him.

"Its rude to interrupt your elders."

::Between coughs:: "I guess you're as elder as they come."

"How do you expect to carry on the Anything Goes school if you fall
victim to the simplest taunt!"

Ranma opens his mouth, but is interrupted. "Yes, Dear. If you wish to be
better than you are you have
to learn from your mistakes." The source of the mature woman's voice
became apparent.

"Yeah, Mom." He watched his mother, in her typical evening Kimono
rustling softly as she approached.

"Nodoka! How sweet! It's been so long!" Ranma saw something he never
thought he'd see.

Happosai bowed to his mother.

"Yes, master Happosai. It surely has." She bowed in kind and drew a seat
on the boulder next to him. 

Ranma was about to warn his mother but somehow, he didn't think anything
was going to happen.

"Ranma."

He looked up at the mention of his name.

"Dear, you've never been able to admit anything about yourself to
anyone, whether or not it was good
or bad."

"But.."

"Don't interrupt your elders, dear. You were drawn right into the
master's distraction."

"Think about it, m boy. What if that were a fight? You'd have lost your
focus...and probably your life
with the people you end up fighting."

Ranma's throat was developing a knot. It was strange that his mother was
siding with that freak. It was
making him sick. 

"Master, please leave us."

"Ranma, expect some rough housing tomorrow!" With that, the venerable
little form leapt to the loft of
his room.

Ranma watched in nervous tension as his mother came to sat down next to
him, apprehensive at what
was to come.

"Ranma, when you lied to me," he flinched, "Why? Was it because you
really feared for your life?"

Ranma scratched the back of his head. "uh.."

"I know you, my son. At least, now I know you. You feared that I would
be disappointed in you." she
wrapped an arm around him, rocking back and forth lovingly. "...didn't
you?"

Ranma was shaking

"Well...uh...not really a man among men..," he finally said weakly.

"Ranma," Nodoka waved her finger back and forth. "...you've missed the
first lesson again. But tell me,
would you lie for Akane?"

His mother watched her son blanch.

"You've laid your life down for her before," she continued as if she
didn't notice "...Ranma, would you
lay down your honor as well?"

Ranma flinched again. He began to draw his arms up around himself.
(Well, dolt!? she waiting!)

(Why would she ask me something like this?)

"Ranma? Answer your mother."

(What would you do for that tomboy? Put your honor on her? On that
violent girl?)

"Y.yes..." he was shaking, his lack of resolve bringing him to his
knees. "I would..."

She came to the ground with him, holding him at the shoulders. "Why do
you tremble? Do you find the
truth painful?"

(Why -am- I shaking?)

(Because it terrifies you that you would give up something that
precious.)

(Its that precious? Why would you give it up then?)

(Because Akane is more.)

He seemed to calm, the words having an effect on his resolve.

(She means more to me than my word?)

(Yes.)

"No, Mom. It's not the truth."

(She's everything to me.)

"What then?" She helped him stand. But he averted his gaze.

"It's...I...I'm ashamed." Ranma clung to his mother, trying to keep his
voice steady.

"If it is shame that holds you, then you must come to terms with it. I
cannot help you, dear." She held
him tightly. "Much as I would like to...."

(Shame? Why shame? What have I got to be ashamed over?)

(Because I've lied to everyone but only fooled myself.)

"You are manly when you have shame, but your are only a man when you
face that shame. What you
must do, I think you know what..." She pushed him to her arms-length to
get a look at him. He still
looked away. "But don't wait too long." She forced a smile. "Now go to
bed. You still have Sunday to
look forward to, then back to school."

"Aw, dang."

=====


"There, my Master. Do you feel it?"

"Yes..yes...the ki is incredible. We must pursue it, he could be the
one."

"Wait...there are others..."

"Yes...Their ki is almost as strong, but different somehow."

"Good."

"Good?"

"Yes. The more choices the better. The strongest will emerge without
uncertainty."

"In the meantime, I will survey myself."

"You can't be serious!"

"You would question her words, ingrate!?"

"No, master."

"However, sister, I will accompany you. Give me this much peace of
mind..."

"Very well. We cannot wait too long."

====end? for now..

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course,)and many other dedicated artisits who only dared to
wonder...'What if....?' Each and every
fiction I read is a part of what you just read and will hopefully
continue to explore with me, and I thank
Lawson for personally addressing me over my work before I posted it. I
am quite self
concious and since this is my second fanfiction attempt....(I never let
the first one get out...it was really
bad....and I knew it.) I needed all the support I could get, and I got
alot from only 3 people. 
Like I said at the top, this is nowhere near a quick fix, and tends to
be a bit more serious than the
comedic works of the Great Takahashi-o sama, but I try to throw in a
good joke here and there. Okay,
I TRY...
I want everyone to know that I am against all forms of Cyberspace
restrictions, ratings and regulations
which deface the purpose of the existance of the Internet. It is the
responsibility of those who posses the
access to restrict the usage themselves from their end and if they are
unable to devot the time to sift
through the bad and get to the good---WITH their children, then they
have no business posessing it.
They should not expect some one else to do their job. If you support
this cause, even if you don't agree
with MY individual reasons, then there is an organisation called BLUE
something or other that is fighting
this. Look for them. Visit my Ranma Webpage! 
http://www.abraxis.com/ryougaecho/ranma