Okay, more bored writing.  I love doing this.  Here is a Ranma short
story I just thought up.  Spend a few minutes of your time and read it,
kay?  
PM (S)ide Productions Presents
A Phillip Masters Short Story
R and R

     Ranma leaned over and placed a kiss on Ryoga's nose.  Never before
had they been so intimate.  Just looking into his deep, dark eyes sent a
shiver up her spine.  The same shiver that started it all, years ago.
*Flashback time!*
     The path leading away from Jusenkyo was much brighter than the one
leading to it.  Funny, considering they were the same path.  Ranma
didn't particularly care what the damn path looked like, he was just
unhappy with his predicament.  His idiot old man had done it again, this
time costing him his manhood.  Something Ranma was rather proud of.  
     So, it probably wasn't the best time for Ryoga to stumble onto that
same path.  Best time or no, Ryoga just began to praise his luck.  He
had been searching for Ranma for years, and since this most recent
event, had been looking to utterly destroy him.  What he didn't expect
to find trailing what was definately Ranma's father, was a cute, short,
red headed girl.  He was rather instantly smitten by her innocent good
looks, and incredible body.  Something seemed amazingly familiar about
the girl, but he shook that off.  He leapt in front of Genma and placed
his challenge, "Where's Ranma?!  I want him now!"
     Genma, still rather upset from being whipped royal by his son just
flipped his hand backward stating, "Boy, take him down quickly so we can
move on."
     Now, who Genma was addressing, the world may never know.  But
that's all unimportant.  Ranma, who's mind was in some serious turmoil,
looked up at Ryoga.  A few things went through his mind on various
levels.  First was that there was his old friend who he hadn't seen in a
while.  On a lower level was the fighting instinct that was getting
ready for battle.  Then, on a deep level, one he hadn't had yesterday,
was a voice, a very persistant voice.  It was declaring just what good
mating material this male was.  All this was heard by the main psyche,
and caused some great confliction within poor Ranma's skull.  Above all
this, his voice only could utter one word, "Ryoga."
     Ryoga was taken aback.  How had this girl known who he was?
Something was trying to connect in his dense grey matter, but just
refused to find Slot B for Tab A.  The look the girl was giving him did
not help one iota either.  It looked like an exasperated mix of love and
hate, adoration and revulsion.  All he could reply was, "Yea?"
     Ranma blushed, much to Ryoga's surprise.  Ranma also found himself
in much the same condition.  Where were these thoughts coming from?  He
had no clue.
     All the preceedings were not lost on Genma.  "Well?"  He yelled.
"Are you going to fight, or what?"
     His outburst brought Ryoga back to reality.  "Yes."  He declared.
"This way!"  With that, he jumped into the brush, heading toward a
clearing he knew was there.
     Ranma followed, not able to think of anything else to do.  He kept
his eye on Ryoga, amazed to find himself very stuck on the way he flew
through the trees.  His muscles rippling, his hair flowing in the steady
breeze.  After a few minutes of this, he started to wonder where the
hell they were going.  "Ryoga!"  He called, stopping.
     Ryoga halted, turning toward his opponent.  Why am I fighting her,
he thought.  Come to think of it, where did that clearing go?  Damn his
curse.  Curse?  That was it!  That's why he wanted to fight this girl!
She was responsible for his curse!  He pointed his finger at the
insignificant looking girl.  "It's all your fault!"  He cried, then ran
toward her.
     Ranma was frozen to the spot.  For some reason his training didn't
mean a damn thing in the face of this man running at her.  All he could
concentrate on is his body, and his eyes.  They seemed to send a
vibration up and down his spine.  
     Ryoga got a few inches from his oppressor, and stopped.  His fist
naturally uncurled.  He couldn't do it.  He couldn't strike this
innocent looking person, he just couldn't.  No matter what she had done.
He lowered his hand and stared into the deep blue eyes before him.  It
was amazing the effect they had on him.
     Ranma felt his heart start to race as he felt Ryoga's body heat.
He could smell his sweat, and see the light persperation on his face.
At that moment, something inside Ranma died.  Something he was born
with, and now passed on with very little fanfare.  She put her arms up
and put them around the strong body before her.  An intense feeling
washed through her very being as she felt his arms go around her as
well.
     Ryoga felt his heart swell when in contact with this person.  It
just seemed right.  Hell of a time for Tab A to slide snuggly into Slot
B.  "Ranma?"  He breathed, not quite daring to believe it.  A small nod
was his only answer.  Followed by an equally miniscule sniffle.  
     Ranma pulled back to look into Ryoga's eyes once more.  What she
saw there, she would never forget.  Tears.  A steady stream flowing down
his rugged cheeks.  She tilted her head up and brought his down to place
a kiss on his right eye, tasting some of the saltiness of his tears.
She found she was suffering from the same ailment as she turned away
from him and ran into the forest the way she had come.
     Ryoga stood, venting his feelings for a while.  Then, he looked up
to where Ranma had gone.  His gaze was met with jungle.  He panned it
around, find similar all about.  The reality of his situation piled
through his mood with the force of a sledgehammer.  "Oh God, I'm lost
again!"
*End Flashback*
     Ranma leaned back from Ryoga again, after placing a few more kisses
on him.  She'd never been so happy as how she felt now.  "I'm glad you
found your way back."  She whispered into his ear.  This brought many
more kisses, she was all to happy to receive.
     A few hours later, Ryoga headed out.  It was getting early, and
people would be waking up.  While Ranma's head was on the chopping
block, they figured it best to stay secret.  Ranma herself, rose from
the bed and put on some boxers.  Then, she doused herself with the hot
water by her bedside.  A much taller Ranma placed the container back on
the counter.  A knock sounded from his door.  He opened it, revealing
Akane, allready dressed in her school uniform.  Seems it was later than
he had thought.
     "What are you doing?"  Akane complained.  "Why aren't you getting
ready for school?"
     "R and R."  Ranma replied simply and walked past her toward the
bathroom.
     "Rest and relaxation?!"  She spit at his back.  "That's your
answer?"
     She never got an answer, and at the time it didn't bother her in
the least. 
     Amazing how the littlest things don't bother you until they prove
to be big things, then it's too late.
END
Hmm...  turned out longer than I expected.  Never would have seen myself
writing something like this.  Just seemed right today.  Oh well.  Send
comments this way.  Thank you.  PMasters

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