This continuation to the untitled spamfic is my answer to some of the 
questions I was sent concerning the identity of p-chan at the end of the 
last fic. I never planned this so I'm writing myself out of a DEEP hole.

Warning: This work contains dark sick humor (Maybe not that dark 
because I'm sensible enough to know it is dark humor?)

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untitled-pt.2

	Ranma pulled his head back out of her room and quietly closed 
her door.  He quickly yet silently made his way across the hallway and 
down the stairs in the company of a quiet young woman.  A pair of 
eyes, those of a very anxious man, greets them.  The anxious man spoke 
quietly, "Is my little girl alright? She believes it is her pet?" 
Ranma responds in an almost cold voice, "Akane believes he is p-chan 
Mr. Tendou. I..." He is interrupted by the other figure standing 
beside Mr. Tendou, "We have to wait until she calms down before we are 
certain this worked." Tendou who was drinking toasts to himself 
directly from a sake bottle stopped immediately. Then went up to his 
room to resume crying. Ranma whispers angrily, "That really helps 
Nabiki." Nabiki crosses her arms over her chest, "After I came up with 
the idea of replacing her smoked porker, I can at least have some fun. 
I don't think you would have figured out how to make it so 
believable." She arches an eyebrow. Ranma's eyes wonder around the 
room and then stop at a travelling pack next to the door. "Um, 
Nabiki?", the obvious anxiety in Ranma's voice trickles over the 
entire room. "Yes?" "Where's the box?" Nabiki and Ranma both examine 
the empty pack. Ranma almost screams, "Where's the pack! No no no n�" 
Nabiki breaks a chair over his head. "Calm down you idiot!", she then 
realizes she just screamed to and calms herself before speaking, "It 
can't be far from here we just have to find it." Almost in response to 
her comment a loud burp echoes from the kitchen. They both rush to the 
noise. The box is sitting on the table. Its contents a very well 
smoked whole piglet is half eaten on a plate. The large panda sitting 
in front of the plate turns around in time to see Nabiki faint and a 
wide-eyed Ranma. The panda lifts a sign. {you need to work on your 
stashing.} "Pop y-y-you�" Genma flips his sign. {Quiet! Glutonous 
boy!} Ranma can only point to the plate and the bandanna almost freed 
from its wearer. The panda falls back and passes out after noticing 
it. Ranma manages to grab the plate utensils and all throw it into the 
box and run out of the house before removing the contents of his 
unfilled stomach. He then proceeded to leave town in the hope of 
cremating the box and its contents on Mt. Terror.  

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	Whoah! Not bad for having no idea at the time I would write this, no? I 
did actually consider this plot point about four hours after posting the 
fic and since I hadn't really planned to explain it I came up with two 
ideas and both seemed terrible so I took this one. The other obviously 
was that the smoked piglet just looked like p-chan but, why didn't the 
butcher remove that bandanna? I mean maybe he could be some sick 
sadistic nut or something. That was probably as shaky as this answer. 
Two other problems in the plot are explained by the ideas that Ryoga has 
an infinite number of bandannas on his head and that Nabiki would have 
had Ranma anger the new piglet a little bit so it would attack him when 
she pushed it through Akane's door.     
  
            -S.G.(definitely some sick demon in possossion of my soul)


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