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Spamfic '69
Nikholas "Mayhem" F. Toledo

	"COULD YOU PLEASE TURN THE TV OFF!!!" Ranma screamed when he 
arrived home from another rough day at school. He had enough of his 
father bugging him everywhere he went. He grabbed the remote control and 
slammed the off button. Then he stomped off to what used to be their 
communal room.
	"What's wrong with Ranma now?" Kasumi stepped out of the kitchen, 
wondering what the fuss was all about. Nabiki sighed and turned on the TV 
again, but at a lower volume. "I think he's jealous again." 
	"Ranma really should be proud. After all, very few families have a 
life as exiting as ours."
	"MAILMAN!" Akane called from outside. "Father, Kasumi, Nabiki, you 
better help me with this."
	"Guess we can't count on Ranma again..." Nabiki left the TV open, 
and it droned out the latest video of "Blue Suede Shoes."

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	Ranma heard them all. He heard the TV, heard his fiancée come home, 
heard all the bickering of the world. He heard it, and he wished that he 
was deaf. While everyone called his father a great success, he considered 
him a failure. "Foolish old man, why did he have to give up his martial 
arts?" His father called him to be prepared to lose everything for the 
sake of the Art. And yet, he was the first one to leave when the going 
got tough. 
	After all, it was he who pulled him out of his own mother's arms 
just to train in the wilds of Japan. It was he who engaged him to an 
insane and still undeterminable number of fiancées. It was he who dragged 
him off to China. It was his fault that he got this cursed body. He hated 
it all, all of it. How he longed to throw away the mess that carpeted the 
floor of his room. He knew that, given a chance, he would get an insane 
pleasure in burning his father. 
	He remembered it well, when his father pushed him into the spring 
of drowned girl. He remembered the shock that his first transformation 
gave him, the Jusenkyo guide's condoling words, the emotions he felt 
then. He swore, he swore to all the heavens that he would find the worst 
spring in which to throw his father into. And punt him he did, into the 
spring which he thought was the worst one of all. 
	However, not everyone thought that it was so.
	It was all his fault that his father was like this. All his.  He 
won't let the guilt take over him. He will fight on. He will let the rage 
build up again, so that he will not be hurt. 
	"Time will come, father. I will return you to the martial arts once 
more..." He fell into an uneasy slumber, full of the drones of electric 
guitars, and the same old consoling, yet taunting voice of the Jusenkyo 
guide, as the name of the spring echoed once more in his mind.
	"...Elvis-niichuan..."


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