PM Productions Presents
A Phillip Masters Shortfic
Of Pain and Love

     Mallet.  Table.  Panda.  Lamp.  Soun.
     Ranma silently named all the items he was dodging.  He weaved back
and forth, almost mechanically as Akane tried to make her wrath most
felt.
     Shogi board.  Small Table.....
     That was it.  There was nothing left in the room to toss.  Ranma
almost felt upset, for a moment.
     Akane demonstrated the classic Roundhouse for Ranma.  He admired
her form, in more ways than one, as he was ejected from the room.
     Ranma rose from the incredibly hard unpolished floor with a moan.
He felt his neck snap back into place as he turned it to look at Akane.
She was gazing at him hopefully.
     "Is that all?"  He spat.  "I barily went five meters!"
     Akane looked infinitely rejected.  Ranma melted like so much jello.
"Come on, Akane."  He soothed.  "You were doin' so much better.  What's
wrong?"  
     Akane looked up at him with large doe eyes.  He felt his heart
contract in his chest.  "Well, I'm not sure I want to hurt you anymore."
She said it so low, Ranma almost didn't hear her.
     Ranma lightened up a bit.  So that was all!  He thought it might be
something serious.  "Akane.  You know I like it.  Can't you try?  For
me?"  He was laying it on thick, he knew.  However, it was the best way
to get something from Akane.
     She smiled a bit, much to his enjoyment.  Then, she got a
determined look on her face.  He grinned, knowing what was about to
happen.  He watched carefully as she came toward him.  He tried to
figure out by her stance what she would nail him with this time.  His
look turned expectant as she looked him in the eye from a handswidth
away.
     Then, she pulled the last move he would have guessed.  She kissed
him.  Square on the lips.  Just about laid him out right there.
However, he gathered his meager wits and worked on applying pressure
back.  He found it most enjoyable, very enjoyable in fact.  Yet, he felt
something was missing.
     Akane drove her fist into Ranma's solar plexus.  He folded like a
card table.
     'That's it.  That's what was missing' Ranma thought as he politely
greeted the floor.
     Akane smiled down at her fiancee as she lightly rubbed his hair.
She was still smiling when she grabbed him by it and tossed him into the
wall.
     A sharp crack resonated through the house as Ranma's head struck
the dense wood.  A picture frame fell onto him as well, shaken from its
nail.
     "That's better."  Ranma grunted in ecstasy.  He brightened as he
noticed there were now six Akane's in the room with him.  "Now, now.  I
don't think I can take you all on at once."
     Akane helped Ranma get up.  His vision soon cleared as the pain
ebbed.  She reached up and lightly rubbed the bump she found on his
head.  Then, she applied a bit of pressure.
     Ranma gasped as his mind contracted, as though a vice was being
applied to it.  He smiled over at Akane.  "You're too good to me."
     "I know."  She replied.  "Want to go upstairs?"
     Ranma's brow furrowed.  "For what?"
     Akane just looked at him seductively.  The shock that travelled up
Ranma's spine was enough to get the point across.  "Oh."  He said.
"Have you ever...?"
     She shook her head.  "No.  But I promise to be rough."
     Ranma grinned.  "Okay."
     So, they both went upstairs.  Life in the Tendo household was never
quite the same again.  Nor as quiet.  Love and pain filled the once
peaceful domicile.  Yet, everyone was happy and content.  At least, once
Nabiki moved to a different room that is.
END
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