This fic came about due to a conversation I had with Keener at AWA. So he
deserves some of the blame as well.

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Too Strong to Love

When I was a teenager I was in love with this girl. She was one of the most
kindest and most beautiful people I had ever met. I tried to tell her my
feelings over and over again, but I chickened out over and over again.
Then there was this one time when she hugged me and I thought that she was
in love with me. So I naturally tried to hug her back, but she ran away. I
gave chase after her never fully realising why she did flee from me.
Now, I know full well why she ran. You see I'm too strong to love. Now, you
might think that's a weird thing to say, but this is a weird story I have to
tell you.
The story starts with a girl I fell in love with after I came to the
conclusion that the girl I had been infatuated with before was not going to
return my affections (Although that's a really long story in itself). I
loved this girl very much despite her obsession with pigs which I absolutely
loath (Why I loath them is yet another really long story).
We were becoming serious about our relationship and decided to get married.
The wedding went without a hitch, but the same could not said about the
wedding night.
That's when I found out that I was too strong to love.
The funeral was very nice and the police actually believed me when I told
them how she had died (Which was rather embarrassing to say the least) and
left me off with a warning. Due to the nature of her death it was decided
that a more respectable cause of expiration would be needed.
So in the paper it was printed that she had died when an I beam collided
into her crotch.
It was really hard for me after her death. I remember looking at her pale
face at the morgue and seeing the concerned look of the coroner. A morgue is
a strange place to meet a companion.
The coroner helped me through that awful time and she became my friend. She
was a very nice woman and reminded me of the girl I had met when I was a
teenager. Probably due to her hair cut.
We dated for about half a year then she asked me if I wanted to marry her. I
reminded her about what happened to my last wife. She countered that she had
read a book (she was always reading something) that showed how she could
make me weaker in certain areas through pressure points.
Well, we got married and she was right. The pressure points did make me
weaker. She was on life support for nearly two weeks before she died.
The paper printed that she had died when a telphone poll smashed into her
lower body.
I wandered Japan thinking that I would never find anybody to love and as
might have been guessed I was depressed. One day I was so depressed that I
unleashed a chi blast that leveled an entire wall. I really should have been
more careful about the property I damaged because after that I was knocked
unconscious by a small old woman who was riding a stick.
When I woke I found myself inside a restaurant faced with the sight of the
small old woman. I had known the small old woman when I was a teenager and
knew that she was quite upset.
She complained about the hole in the wall and how she was no longer insured.
(In fact I don't think anyone in that particular district is insured
anymore) She made it clear that I had to make up for messing up the
restaurant and I had to become the new busboy.
Which meant that I was constantly abused by the small old woman's
great-grand daughter. The small old woman's great-grand daughter had been
quite upset when their last busboy had run off with an ice skater that I had
the displeasure of meeting.
After several days of taking her abuse I blew up and yelled at her. She
attacked me and I defended myself. When the old small woman came in and saw
that I had beaten her great-grand daughter she said that I was her husband
now (It's a traditional thing).
My new wife actually agreed to it and being the idiot I am I agreed to it as
well. I thought that because she was such a strong fighter she could handle
me.
I was wrong.
The small old woman was upset, but didn't blame me. It seems that this had
happened before in her village and they usually just say that the person
died while in combat.
The paper printed that she had died from the impact of a war hammer.
After that I decided that I would just cut myself off from society and ran
away to the deep forests. Instead I ran to a big city.
While there I ran into a woman. Actually she ran into me. After the
collision I came around to find myself looking at a beautiful woman who was
asking me if I was alright.
I told her that I was fine and she apologized for doing so (She later told
me that she never stopped running when she ran over people until she met
me). After gathering my bearings she offered to buy me some tea.
We drank some tea and had a very nice conversation about this and that. Than
she told me about a boyfriend she had in the past. He had not shown interest
in her before, but after time he fell in love with her. Than one night they
had decided to cosumate their relationship and that's when she found out
that she was too strong to love as well.
After telling me that she apologized for mentioning all of that and that's
when I told her about my past. She seemed both horrified and hopeful as I
told my story to her.
>From then on we were inseparable (We sort of had to be due to my directional
sense) and only lost interest in one another when we were interrupted by a
snotty rich woman and a bratty woman.
We were married on a Sunday afternoon and nothing went wrong. Then came the
real test, the wedding night.
The  papers printed that a nice young couple had gotten married.
I used to be so strong that I never could love. I am too strong to love, but
I found someone who's too strong to love and together we have enough
strength to love each other.

The End

Ryoucilo
Fic I won't do, but you never know:
Dojo Nadar
Ralph Nadar upset with the conditions in Nerima goes out to prove that
martial artists are unsafe at any speed.
Until I find better things to write about. Ja ne.