Myrriden:
	Hey all.  The below is  a Ranma spam/shortfic, whichever you 
perfer.  I came up with this idea when I was talking to a friend, Nick
Casler (Preacher MOUSSE!, Happy Birthday) over the phone. Wouldn't it be
fun to see Kasumi lose her composure for once?

Nick:
	I'm kinda proud of this fic..  it's mostly Myrriden's, and I think it 
has some promise..  and a great conclusion.

Myrriden:
heh
	Here it is!  Disclaimer!  Characters stolen from Rumiko Takahasha, May
Christ bless her wonderful heart.  

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The TRUE Breaking Point
Myrriden, Nick Casler
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	It was a mess.  

	Kasumi looked about the house in confusion. No-one had replied to her
initial call, and the house was in a shambles! The chairs and furniture 
were crumpled against the floor, reduced into useless kindling. The walls
bore new scars, and dirty, muddy marks ground deep into the wood. the floor
had scuffs and scars too deep for even her to clean.  The bag of groceries
dropped from listless hands, furthering the spread of the incredible
disaster. Showing just how much she was suffering, Kasumi's hands were
shaking.  Wide-eyed, she walked as swiftly as she could to her kitchen,
desperation clear in her movements.

	It was worse by far than what she had expected, or hoped.  The pots and
pans normally arranged on the rack, or neatly hanging from their ceiling
hooks, were strewn about.  The various utensils, like her toaster,
microwave, and such, lay in a pile on the floor, ozone and sparks
occaisonally rising from them.  The floor was covered with various liquids,
as well as deep pits and burn marks.  A fluid appearing suspicously like
blood drooled out of some of the pans, and green or yellow fluids of
various consistencies slid from other pots.  The sink was filled with
dishes, some cracked, more broken.

	But by far the worst of all, her carefully basted, cooked, and lovingly
and tastefully decorated ham was in pieces, adhering to the bashed walls
with the ease of a spider, along with what had previously been a simmering
dinner, waiting for her to return with the final touch, a fresh octopus.
Ryouga and Ranma were looking at her, shame written clearly across their
faces, as if they had single-handedly caused the disastor, which
Kasumi couldn't help but beleive.

	As her brain took all this information in, her hands flew to her
mouth, preparatory to saying her famous phrase, "Oh my!" instead, she
brought them down, thought for a moment, then shrugged, turned about, and
said simply, "Fuck it."

	Seven months later, a post-card came by mail.  Soun read the simple 
words, the two simple sentences, with tears in his eyes, shock in his
heart, and a stroke waiting to happen in his brain.

	"Living in America, am pregnant.  Need $250 for abortion.
Kasumi."

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Myrriden Out...

			"Holy wow!"
						-Some kid named Evan

						-/\/
						Nick Casler
						Matnet Tech Support


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