PM Productions Presents
A Phillip Masters Fanfic
Fatal Attraction

Airforce Base, Japan.

     "Sir."
     "What is it, Private?"
     "Doppler is picking up something big..."

Tokyo, Japan.

     "Ranma, you ass master, prepare to die!"
     So confused was the pigtailed one at Ryouga's taunt, that he was
easily kicked into a nearby tree.  He groaned as he rose slowly from the
ground, then glared at his surprised and joyous opponent.  "Damnit,
Ryouga... that actually hurt."  He rubbed the back of his head, "What
did you just call me anyway?  
     "Ass master!  Something I picked up in the States... and it's what
you are!"
     "Well, if you mean I've got a better one than you, point taken!"
     "No way!  My ass is much better than yours!"
     "Yeah, right, pork butt."
     "Okay, maybe yours is nicer... when you get hit with cold water,
anyway."
     "That's sick, Ryouga!  You looking at my ass?!"
     "Of course.... not."
     Ranma neither liked the pause nor the lack of enthusiasm in that
response.  "You are a freak!" he yelled while leveling a jump kick at
the boy's head.
     "No, you are!"  Ryouga retorted smartly and deflected the kick.  He
tried the other leg that was immediately thrown toward his gut, but
missed by a fraction of a centimeter.  It connected with his solar
plexus and he very nearly had the wind knocked out of him...

Eastern Shore, America.

     "Will, isn't this high tide?"  
     The fisherman looked at the sun for a moment, then the water, then
lastly his watch.  "Yeah, as a matter a fact, it is."
     "So... why is the water receding?"

Tokyo, Japan.

     "Son-in-law."
     "Old ghoul."
     Club met head in a great demonstration of F=ma, thus laying Ranma
out on the ground.
     "What do you want?"  Ryouga asked, not liking having his fight won
for him.
     "How long has it been since you've turned into a pig?"
     Ryouga seemed very confused, if not disturbed by the question, but
answered anyway, "I don't know, two, maybe three weeks."
     The wisened ancient Amazon shook her head, "It is as I feared."
     Ryouga wished he had a buck for every time he heard her say that.
"What is it this time?"
     Cologne simply pointed her staff over his shoulder.  He turned,
then, his jaw became dislocated.  Behind him, fast approaching the shore
line was the biggest tidal wave Ryouga had ever had the privelege of
viewing.

American Naval Base.

     "Is this accurate!?"
     "It can't be!"
     The third man, dressed in a nicely made three-piece studied the
satellite video feed once more, "Everything checks out... for some
reason all the water on the globe is moving toward Japan..."

END (?)

This is a very spur of the moment idea I just thought up.  It could be a
whole fic really, but I wanted to release the concept... taking the
"Water Magnet" thing to the fullest degree.  If someone wants to
elaborate, feel free... make a good disaster fic I think.
Send comments and such, and thanks for reading!
PMasters

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