Alright, here's my contribution to this latest challenge. I decided
since everyone else was working on area of their fics they hadn't done,
I would too. Here's what I've got of Suicide Blast 2. Al written in one
hour and with no prethought except that I had better start soon or my
prereaders were gonna get NASTY! ;)
	I just gave it a one see and I have to say... you thought I made a few
typos ordinarily!


	Suicide Blast 2 or Jisatsu Bakuha 2 

	Sweat glistend off of Ranma's exposed chest. A telltale welt burned
it's way across his rib cage and his breathing was erradict and
hindered. Still, the fire in his eyes spoke volumes. He would not give
up, not here, not now. This fight he WOULD not lose. "Anymore tricks old
Ghoul?"

	"The tricks end here, Son-in-Law. There will be no quarter given in
your fight, you will be facing a dead man. A dead man who has put his
neck in the noose himself. You can not fight him, he is beyond you. The
only recourse left is to send him the rest of the way to hell's
embrace."

	"NO!" screamed Ranma, his aura burning bright with tage and denial.
With a mouthless cry, the young martial artist smashed a boulder beside
him. "I ain't goona accept it!" he cried, then with his aura quivering
back to it's former glow, his shoulders fell. "I can't accept it.
Killing my friends was not why I learned this stuff. I-I wanna be the
best, sure, but I wanna think I learned it to protect the guys I care
for, not hurt them." Shaking his head slightly, "No matter how pig
headed they may be."

	Cologne sighed and lit her pipe. The boy had the soul of a Tiger, but
the heart was still human. She mused this over while Ranma simply looked
at her, eyes pleading. They had been fighting for two hours straight,
all for him to earn the privelige of her as sensai. No one else could
teach him fast enough or train him hard enough to be ready for what he
had to do. But the boy was asking too much. He wanted her to teach him
how to fight death itself.

	Cologne had seen other warriors fall under the sway of the Jisatsu
Bakuha, as they called it here in Japan. A man who denied himself life
courted death in more ways them one. NOthing short of the death they
sought could stop them. And this particular warrior was thousands of
time more powerful then most. She had seen the depths of that ones
emotions when she had first witnessed the Shi Shi Houkoudan. Why
couldn't Ranma accept that his friend was already dead?

	Because it just wasn't his nature to give up. Cologne had never know
someone like Son-in-Law. There was power in that belief, power in one
who didn't take no for an answer. Ranma would leave a battle, run from
what he couldn't face, but always he returned, fresh and determined to
win. Even now, his body battered by the best she could dish out, without
killing the poor boy, his eyes said only one thing. You WILL not defeat
me, I came here to learn how to help Ryouga and nothing in Heaven or
Hell is gonna stop me!

	"It begins." she conceeded "Show me what you intend to try."

...oooOOO( )( )( )

	"No! NO! NOOOO!" Cologne cried in exaperation, tossing her stick to the
side. "This will NOT work! You cannot use the Rising Dragon Assencion on
a man who fills nothing but final peace."

	"It's the best I got, I've alwyas been able to tick off Ryouga before."

	"This is NOT Ryouga you fight boy! How many times must I tell you that?
He has tossed everything into the flames of his pain. Burned it all till
only the calmness of the grave remains. You won't make him mad, you'll
just give him a better target!"

	"Then what the heck AM I supposed to do? You said it'd be too dangerous
to get near him for any shiatzu stuff." Ranma was getting fursterated.
The new battles had been practice sessions only but each time had met
with defeat. A defeat puntuated by Cologne pointing a finger at him and
saying BOOM! Your DEAD!

	"I'm afraid there's only one option I can see for you, son-in-law. You
must find the same peace that he has. You must transend your body and
fight with nothing more then your soul."

	"I can't do that either. Death ain't an option, maybe I could just
chunk it all before, back when the lonelyness used to eat me alive. Back
when I couldn't even see my mom or... but I got people who care about me
now. I can't do that to them, I can't give up, not as long as," he
gulped and continued hoarsly, "Akane cares for me." Ranma seemed to 
shake that thought out of his head, tears slowly welling in his eyes.
"There's gotta be another way."

	"Not one that doesn't lead to your death, and Ryouga's as well."

	"Damn it crone! Your askin' me to give up! I can't do that! I won't
give up on Akane... or RYouga!" Ranma's aura flared again. 

	Was it her imagination or did it glare a tad brighter when he mentioned
Akane? "You don't have to," Cologne said, resting on a rock and exaiming
him anew. It seems she was always doing that, and always finding
something new, each time she looked.

	"But you just said..."

	"I said you need to transcend your pain and find true peace, as Ryouga
had. I did not say that you must find it in the same PLACE as he had.
There are many paths and not all of them easy. You must find the right
one for you, and you must hurry. A destination MUST be raeched before
you meet Ryouga again, otherwise," Cologne pointed her outstreched hand
in his direction again. As she opened her mouth to say BOOM! she
realized she was pointing at thin air. Suddenly, she was in the air
herself. 

	"Thank you! I WILL find that path no matter what it takes!" He began
dancing with the elder about in his arms. Cologne was about to call for
his respect when she caught a glimpse of his eyes. Though the boy was
smiling and laughing, his eyes told of more fear then she would have
though possivle for Ranma. Still, if even a part of him laughed, for
even a few moments, she would not rob him of them. The boy would have
time enough for tears.

...oooOOO( )( )( )

	Akane continued chopping vegtables for Kasumi. Ever since Ranma had
proposed to her, she had been filled with an all new desire to find her
way abput the kitchen. Not that she was really going to have to cook for
their family, her husband was quite good, even better if you attacked
him while he was doing it. Still, she would not have her children
wondering which one of them was their mother. She graoned inwardly at
the thought, love was turning her into a giggly little girl, filled with
dreams of playing house. A smile light her face and she blushed at the
thought of it. 

	Then her memories drifted back to yesterday. She remembered again what
all the housekeepin in the world couldn't make her forget. Ryouga eyes,
as he begged her forgiveness. She thought back to the bridge, and the
pain that happened there.

TIME'S UP!!!