Spoor
By Oscar Peredor

Ranma 1/2 copyright Takahashi Rumiko-sama and whomever she licensed it to.

Author's Notes:
Yes, my last fic was a parody.

I've lost to Ranma again, in my quest to attain the lovely Akane and the luscious pigtailed girl.  My battered body lies in pain, on the ground in Furinkan.  I should hate him, but I cannot.  He is, after all, my executioner.

A reminder that I am nothing more than base filth.  I am a man who lusts after two women.  I am nothing more than spoor, the remnants of a dog that has voided itself.  What kind of human is that?  Sure, I spout phrases and poetry before others, the butt of their jokes, but it is nothing more than the punishment I deserve for being what I am.

Could I change?  I do not know.  My family is of base filth, though we hide behind a façade of wealth.  We are nothing more than lowly born peasants, mere gutter slime.  But I cannot tell the world the truth, for they will not acknowledge it.  They cannot acknowledge that some things are not meant to change.  So instead I give them an image that shows the world that I am weak, but open to change.

Sometimes the lies are more real than the truth.

I sit there, in my heart, knowing full well that both Akane and the pigtailed girl hate me. But they are the strongest, the most capable of dealing with me.  I could chase after other girls, but I am not worthy of them.  While I am no more worthy of Akane and the pigtailed girl, at least I know that they can defeat me if required.

I am spoor, not Kuno Tatewaki.  I am the Samurai of Spoor.  That is who and what I really am.  I am the true heir of Happosai, the heir to his personality, though not his art.

And I will remain as damned as soul as none has ever been before.

Author's Notes again:
See?  I can write.