Grand Guignol
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Grand Guignol:Hey why don't you let me right the fanfic?!
Ryoucilo:Gee I don't know.
Grand Guignol:C'mon it won't be that bad!
Ryoucilo:I wanted to right it...
Grand Guignol:Pleeeaase!!
Ryoucilo:Oh all right. Just don't do anything too disgusting.
Grand Guignol:I'm not saying I will, but I'll try.
Ryoucilo:Why do I feel like I made a deal with the devil?
Fire
  His eyes fluttered as he regained consciousness. He had no idea 
where he was. He was strapped down and he couldn't move. That
was all that he knew. He shook his head a little bit and began to
get a clear picture of his surroundings.
  His vision was still clouded so he couldn't make out much.It was a
small room and he was lying in a bed. There was a figure
looming over him. The figure looked like a black mass and didn't 
seem to have any real form. 
  The figure said,"So you woke up."
  He groaned and said,"Where am I?"
  "Why don't you recognize it? You've been here before."
  "I have?"
  "Yes you have," the figure said in a disgusted tone.
  "Who are you?"
  The figure looked at him intently,"Hmmm... Seems the drugs must
have messed your mind up more than usual."
  "Who are you?!"
  "Why don't you recognize me?" The figure bent down so that their faces 
were a mere inch apart. His vision was not at all returned to normal, but he
could still make out the short bluish-black hair.
   "Akane?!"
   The figure chuckled and said,"So you do recognize me."
   "What? Why?"
   "Well isn't it obvious...P-Chan."
   Ryouga had nothing to say to that and was now in a total panic.
   "Ho-how did you find out?"
   "Don't worry Ranma didn't tell me, but he really should keep his mouth
shut.
He never did realize who might be listening when he's talking to himself."
   "Aka-akane. I'm...I'm.."
  "A PERVERT?! A LECHER?! A TOTAL BASTARD?!"
  "I'm..I'm.."
  "Well why don't you speak up?! I don't have all day!"
  "I'm sorry,"he finished weakly.
  "Oh he's sorry he says! Now I'm supposed to forgive you?! Yeah right!"
  "I didn't want to hurt you."
  "Yeah you just wanted to cop a feel."
  "No.. I just wanted to be close to you."
  "You wanted to be close to me?! You could have done it without sleeping in
my bed! You
could have done it without betraying all the trust I put in you!"
  "I just...I juat didn't know how."
  "Your sick. You listened to all my secrets making me belive I had a friend
when all I had was
a pervert who was using me for his insidious fantasies."
  "No! I-I.."
  "WHAT?!"
  "I loved you."
  " 'Love'? You call that love? You don't hurt people you love. You don't
abuse all of
the faith they put on you. No you don't love me. I'm probably doing you a
favor now."
  "What?"
  Akane lifted a large can and began pouring a liquid substance over
Ryouga's body.
"Well haven't you guessed by now? I'm going to end your sad little
existence."
  Ryouga could smell the fumes of gasoline rising from his body. He felt the
urge
to struggle, but pushed it down. This was what he deserved.
  Akane pulled out a small box and lit a match. She held it over Ryouga's
body for
a minute and then dropped it on his still form. The flames consumed him and
his 
flesh seared from the heat. Ryouga looked up and saw Akane clearly for the
first time
and he shed a single tear of sorrow as he was incinerated into a blask
charcoaled 
skeleton.
  Akane watched him silently as he died. She had thought that she would feel
pure joy
from the act, but now only felt sadness. She didn't bother to move when the
flames
spread all across the room. She stood transfixed as she felt the heat
approaching
her legs.
  Akane thought for the briefest of moments as she went into convulsions
from the resulting
heat. A silly cliche rushed through her mind. One that she had heard several
times, but never
understood the meaning until her final breath.
  When you play with fire you get burned.