C&C on this is wanted before I post
it to RAAC. PLEEAASSEE!

	His Piggy

A Ranma 1/2 Fanfiction 
by Dragoon of Hard Sun Co.
dragoonak@earthlink.net
http://home.earthlink.net/~dragoonak/

Based on characters and situations created by Takahashi Rumiko
Ranma 1/2 and characters copyright Shogakukan, Kitty Animation
Circle, and Takahashi Rumiko.
Please don't sue me, I own very little!! Waahhh!

Sigh... depressingly short refresher: Ranma's dead (Boy, that's 
original!) Akane's sad, having admitted her true feelings for
Ranma (original again!) y Ryoga-P's cuzzled up with Akane & 
having strange dreams....

Warning: Akari, due to lack of knowledge on my part, has 
mysteriously disappeared from existence. The post looked 
strange (extra lines) when I saw it, so get it at my webpage 
or ask me to e-mail it to you if this is true & you want a nice copy.
Oh, just so it's clear...
“” speech, ‘’ thought

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His Piggy: Chapter 2

Ryoga woke with a start. 'Ranma as my best man? What a nightmare!'
It was very early in the morning, and Akane's room was still dark.
Akane wasy lying in bed, awake. He glanced over at Akane's face.
Her eyes were puffy from crying and lack of sleep. Ryoga's face
softened. 'But it would make her happy. Anything to make her happy.'
Akane sat up and gathered Ryoga into her arms, stopping all rational
thought on Ryoga's part as he drifted in the bliss of her arms.

"P-Chan," Akane's voice was low and sad. "I'm so happy you're
still here with me. I was afraid you'd wander off again. Promise me
you'll stay here."

Ryoga slowly slipped out of his state of bliss and realized Akane had
asked him a question. He almost nodded, but remembered telling
Kasumi something. 'I said that I would stay around. ME, not P-Chan.
But, Akane's so sad...' He nodded.

Akane hugged him closer. "Thank you P-Chan. I need you here." She
stared off into space. 'I don't want to be alone right now. I know
you're
just a pig, though a smart one, but you, Ranma, and Dr. Tofu are the
only
ones outside my family I've ever.. ever truly loved, and Dr. Tofu loves 
Kasumi and Ranma... oh, Ranma' Akane started to cry again at the 
memories. Memories of Ranma and.. 'It's too much like mother,' Finally,
the tears dried up and she relinquished her death grip on Ryoga.
"P-Chan,
don't you wish everything was like it always used to be? Everyone
running
around, acting crazy." She smiled. "Shampoo and Ukyo glomping on Ranma,
Kuno glomping his 'pigtailed girl' and me, and being severely beaten
over
and over again, Ryoga showing up every few weeks or so and sparring with
Ranma, Mousse glomping everything and being severely beaten by Shampoo,
Cologne and Happosai generally making life unpleasant." She stopped.

Ryoga nudged her, urging her on. 'She left out Kodachi and Ranma. 
Sweet Akane, how I wish I could comfort you in my arms, hold you closely
like you hold me, be a MAN with you for once. Help you get over
Saotome.'
He nudged her again. "Bweee?"

Akane's voice dropped. "Ranma chasing every other girl, leeching off our
household, calling me 'uncute', insulting my cooking... and following
me,
protecting and saving me even when it wasn't necessary, calling me his
fiancee," She thought back to the Martial Arts Figure Skating
competition
and Ranma's threat to Mikado. "If he didn't care, why? Lying in my lap
under the Cat-Fist, saying I'm cute when I smile.
Being together, when he wasn't being a jerk for once. That's what I want
back... and can never get. The battle with Saffron. He was acting better
lately. Acting better for Ranma, through. P-Chan, do you think Ranma
was being nicer to me before..." Her voice cut off, but her meaning was
clear even to Ryoga.

"Bweee!" 'Anything to make you feel better, Akane. Anything.'

"That's what I thought." Ryoga listened to Akane as she talked about her
life with Ranma, about how her anger from finding a pervert in the bath
and being engaged to the pervert had gradually changed from acceptance,
somewhat, to happiness interspersed with anger at Ranma's actions.
Ryoga only listened as she talked for hours, happy to be with her and
comforting her with his presence.
---
"Good morning, Akane!" Kasumi called out with a smile. "You seem a
little better today. Have you seen Ryoga? He'll be staying with us for a
while."

Akane hugged Ryoga. "P-Chan showed up last night." Ryoga's face
sunk at this. 'Don't you care about me at all, Akane? Only as your pet
do I matter?'

Kasumi gave her trademark smile. "Oh good! Will you be wanting 
breakfast now?"

"No thanks. I'm not really hungry." Akane passed the kitchen table
where Nabiki was gently feeding a near-catatonic Soun.

"Come one, Daddy. Take a bite. Good! Now chew." She paused, and put
the bowl in her hands down. "How you doing, Akane?"

"Thanks for taking care of Dad. I'll be in the dojo."

"How else can I get money off him?" Nabiki looked at the empty space 
where Akane was a moment ago and shrugged. "Fine." She picked up the 
bowl and resumed feeding Soun. 'You didn't answer my question, Sis.
How are you dealing with this? What're you feeling? How do I feel? Am
I only upset that my biggest money-maker is gone, or is there more? 
Akane's so upset, so sad.' She sighed and gave Soun another spoonful.
---
Akane put Ryoga down on the floor of the dojo. "Now P-Chan, just stay
there. I don't want you wandering off."

Ryoga turned his head as Akane changed into a gi. She tied the belt 
tightly, quickly set up the concrete blocks, took a deep breath and...
“KIAA!” Ryoga only stared as she crushed the bricks with one blow.

As Ryoga watched, he became hypnotized by Akane’s beauty. Slowly,
he became sleepier and sleepier until he finally fell asleep, dreaming
of Ranma’s last days....

-- 
Dragoon                        
dragoonak@earthlink.net                        
http://home.earthlink.net/~dragoonak/
"They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, 'Why of course!
There is so much more I could have done if they'd let me'!"
-The Curse of Millhaven
"Wench! You have committed a grievous sin! From that blow,
Damaramu's mighty brain lost 100,000 cells!"-Dragon Half