<Scene: A group of badly animated circles, that almost but not quite resemble
something that could just be children approach a Crazy Bob's Explosives, Beer
and Fun>

Kids: We need some M-80's, a couple of roman candles, and about three kilo's
of plutonium.

Man: Sorry kids, I'm afraid fireworks have been outlawed in this state.

Kids: Ah crap, doesn't anyone believe in tradition anymore?

Man in Trenchcoat, Black Glasses, silvery hair and a wry smile: Hey kids?
Local, Federal or state laws gotcha down? I got something for ya. Check this
out...

<begin teaser>

    Akane stumbled out of U-chan's, Ukyo's limp form held with quivering
fingers. Her eyes told of a mind trying to process, trying to make sense.
When one's heart denies what the brain tells it, there's nothing to be done
but wait, and pray one of them is wrong. They both can't be right... can
they?

    "Child, what is the matter? What's wrong with your friend? Where's
Ranma!" Cologne approached the young woman, just as she began to fall to the
ground. "Mousse, catch her!"

    The young man caught hold of the two martial artists, gently supporting
Akane and Ukyo, concern on his face. "I think she's in shock."

    "I can see that very well, thank you," the old crone caught a hold of
Akane's face and turned it toward her own, "Ranma, child, where... is...
Ranma?"

    That much she knew, that much she could reach out to, catch hold of.
Slowly, carefully the young girl let that one fact she did know guide her
from the internal turmoil. A war was being waged between heart and soul, and
no one was winning. "He's... he's in U-chan's... with... with Ryouga."

    Cologne looked to the shop. Reality has a way of silencing itself, giving
you time to listen to your own ragged breath, letting you get aquatinted with
your own heartbeat. Maybe it was holding it's own breath, maybe it was simply
clearing the way for the din to come, maybe it had it's own dramatic
sensibility... whatever, all the ancient Amazon heard was the faint rumbling
of a coming storm. Then...

    The glass pressed against the panes, the door sheet rippled and strained
against it's holdings, and chairs began to dance about the interior. Someone
had opened up a tempest in a tea shop, and it was paying the price. Bits of
furniture shot from the open door, crashing into a heap of rubble outside the
shop, the windows began to crack from the pressure and the storm raged on.
Finally, structural integrity could hold the raging wind back no more. Shards
of building, rubble of what was once a place of business, bits and pieces of
what could have been a life all exploded at once, hurtling through the air,
destroying anything unfortunate enough to be in there path.

    When a home blows like this, there's nothing to do but take cover and
pray it'll be over soon, memories make for interesting shrapnel.

    Carried by the force of the cataclysm, a human body flew from the blast
point, a faint red aura could be detected as it made rather harsh contact
with the wall opposite the shop, imbedding itself deep in the concrete mesh.
Cologne covered Akane's head from behind their makeshift cover. She knew well
the aura, knew even more what the torrent had heralded... the boy had lost
his control, lost his cool, and had paid the price. Please Goddess, let that
price not be too steep.

    "Well, Ranma, I have to say, that was awfully therapeutic. Care for
another go?" Ryouga smiled, dusting himself off of ruined plaster and bits of
okonamayaki. His smile only broadened as a faint rumbling made it's presence
known.

    Ranma slowly stepped from the crash zone, his aura throbbing as he slowly
turned to his attacker. Red flared, dancing about his body like a bonfire.
His own private ritual to the carnage about to take place. "Shut up and
fight."

    Chuckling, Ryouga removed his over shirt and adjusted his bandanna. A
chilling blue aura setting his hair to fly about in wild, unkempt wisps. "Now
that's the way to do it." Knuckles cracked, muscles flexed and stances were
adopted. "Come on!" he cried out, "Show me whatcha got!"

    "Aaaaahhhhh!" Like a ball of pure rage, the fireball of Ranma's form
lunged at his tormentor, only to be met by an icy blast of blue as Ryouga
collided with him in mid clash.

    BOOM!


    Put some BOOM in your Boom Shackalacka Boom, Suicide Blast part 3, coming
soon to an ML near you. From OtakuNXS, a Mad Bad Bishonen Lad Productions.
Oh, BTW, anyone feel up to prereading for me? I seemed to have lost my old
list when I transfered to the new computer. I'll recprocate in kind.