Stoking the Flame
A Dark/WAFF fic 
by P-R-P-Chan

	It was countless.  The number of friends she had lost to of her frequent
rages.  But it was only during those times that she was truly happy, the
euporia that came with the anger made the whole world seem right, offsetting
whatever she lost.  The sheer power of the feeling, stronger than any drug,
which she and Ranma had experimented with near the end, more consuming than
any orgasm, he had given her plenty.  Nothing felt as good, when the anger
consumed her, no junkie or nympho felt this kind of pull, addiction.  Her
anger kept her warm inside, even after it had played out, she still felt the
effects for hours afterwords, basking in it, holding onto it for as long as
possible, comforting her.
	Only one person had understood her, going out of his way to upset her, with
cries of 'Kawaiikunee' and 'Otemba', but now he was gone, as they forgot
that S&M was about the pleasure of both, not just one.
	The anger started to build, as she knew it would, for that she loved him.
Even his memory could get her off now, but something new had intruded onto
her world, consequences.  Permanent ones.
	With a cry of 'Ranma no Baka', Akane swung her mallet viciously in a
downward arc, breaking Ranma's headstone, just like she had his neck.  As
the euphoria flowed through her, she curled into a ball over her dead
lover's grave, cradling the shattered headstone, as she had their lifeless
progeny.
	As Akane fell deeper into ecstacy, she kissed teh soil she lay upon, the
earth in which her husband was enterred, silently mouthing 'I love you.'  
	She stood and brushed herself off.  Even though she missed him, his face,
his hair, his hands, caressing her breasts, his love, his petty insults, his
breasts, and most of all his anger; she never regretted his death, nor did
she feel guilt, Ranma himself had said he was only happy if she was.  So
Akane knew, no matter where he was, Ranma was happy.


***

well i don't know if anyone understands what i'm trying to say here.. 3-4
years ago, i used to be like that, frequently angry, ready to hurt ppl at
the slightest provocation.. but as i said in the fic, iwas only really happy
when i was angry.. i'd get a headbuzz from anger that could last an entire
day.. i did my share of srugs in HS .. probably a few other peoples also..
but nothing compared to that feeling.. absolutely nothing.. it's also the
reason i like spicy food.. try eating something extremely spicy, a really
good curry is best, and when you feel your eyes watering, your head seems to
be bulging, ready to explode.. that is the feeling i'm talking about.. i
used to be an endorphin addict.. anyways.. i'm rambling.. and telling the
truth.. scary.. i must still be drunk from last night.. oh yeah.. C&C is
appreciated.. even if it is just to say 'YOU FUCKIN PSYCHO!' ... till i
write something else.

        
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