Hey all!! if no one remembers me (or just doesn't care) i am 
starting this with a repost of my 2 spamfics which i hope will be a 
continuing throughout all my posts a little short before the movie ;)
anyway i don't own any of this stuff well maybe some original creations 
(if I ever come up with any) and I need some suggestions here too. No 
prereaders no problem well except I write in all akward sentences and 
read too much Alexander Pope etc. Hope you all enjoy!

WARNING!!! spamfic ahoy
a spamfic by Sean Gill

The end is a begining and this begining...

	He is just outside her door now.  He can hear her soft tears. 
One moment later, He's sliding himself through her cracked door 
silently. Hunched over almost falling from her seat on the bed, she 
shivers with every tear. Slowly, stealthily and desperately, he moves 
before her and with the softest touch possible encloses her right 
hand, which is almost lying on the floor.  He gently pulls her hand to 
his face. He cradles it loosing himself in the sensation of her.  The 
feeling overwhelms him, so soft; each finger almost delicate and 
smooth running together as water into a palm that once chilled is now 
very greatly heated. Then he notices the silence and stillness, no 
more sobs or shuddering from her hand. He steels himself. He believes 
his tears are something that she cannot afford to see, pushing them 
back, desperately hoping that they don't show through. He finally 
pulls his eyes upward catching them on hers. He can't see the tear 
stains on her dress or her puffy cheeks now, only her eyes. The deep 
outer brown of them worn away by the dark center from which no light 
reflects. There is no anger or sadness left only the darkness the 
empty pain. He sees it clearly and his resolve fails. As the first 
tear falls she sees it, follows it, then returns his gaze and somehow 
the darkness is diminished. Luxuriant earth tones replace the 
emptiness.  She clutches at him, pulling him from the floor and into 
her arms needing something to hold a dread assurance of reality. The 
infinite caress of her body near his is intoxicating. He knows 
something should be said something else but, he can't. His body is 
fastly held in thick ether and his tongue has no feeling. Her lips 
part ever so slightly, then she speaks. "Oh P-chan! It's not fair! How 
could they? Ranma� Ri-right in the window. They-ey even left his 
bandanna on." He remembers the butcher shop. Its window filled with 
ready to eat smoked meat. He was tempted closer and then the sight of 
a smoked piglet wearing a yellow bandanna thrust him back into his 
surroundings. Suddenly the door is slung open. Ranma falls to the 
floor by the bed as P-chan charges him and leaps. In mid-leap he is 
snatched from the air by a tremendous hug from Akane.  As Ranma slips 
out of the room Akane continues to lay her affections on her P-chan. 
He pokes his head in the door one last time and smiles before leaving. 

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...sucks for Ryouga because...

	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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Now for the real fanfic =)
A real fanfic by Sean Gill (wonders if there is a difference???) 

The True Master 

Prologue:  

'Darkness, peace. The c-ca� They're gone.'
	The young boy opens his eyes to a gradually focusing blur. The blur 
takes shape and becomes a short man. They are both standing in a dirty 
grime covered ally with the boy resting on one of the few The man is 
wearing a purple The man stares at the boy for a moment then laughs. 
"Tell me boy where did you learn to fight like that?" "What?" The old 
man threw a small punch at the boy who blocked the slow punch easily. 
"What happened? You were fighting just like a cat now�" The man paused 
as he saw the worried boy almost jump onto the ceiling. "C-c-cat Where?" 
"Hey kid calm down there aren't any cats around here." The boy was a 
little more sedate but still quite nervous. "Okay kid let's start slow. 
What is your name?" "Ranma Saotome." "Ranma Saotome huh. As in Genma 
Saotome?"
"Yes sir."  The old man smirked at the little boy. "Well Ranma today's 
your lucky day.  My name is Happosai and I am your father's master."
Ranma looked a little puzzled. "Master, where is Pop?" Happosai stood 
for a moment 'Master he called me master. With the proper training this 
boy will be an excellent martial artist but, first I think I will 
embarrass that coward student of mine.' "Ranma you were alone when I 
found you. Would you like to learn from me while I take you back home?" 
"Home?" "You know Ranma to your mother." "Mother?" Ranma's face shone 
brightly. "I'd like to see my mother." Happosai grinned evilly yet 
almost in a half hearted manner. "Good boy let's get going." Happosai 
bounds up over a nearby house and Ranma soon follows.


	Another dark night has come like so many before it. A pretty young 
woman sits alone in her darkened room.  The moonlight washes across her. 
It accents her dark hair in red streaks. Her face is calm overall except 
for a pair of strainingly clenched eyes. A knock is heard from afar.  
With a second knock her eyes open.  She sets down the bundle that had 
been so tightly clenched to her chest and exits the shadows of the room.  
The woman opens the houses outer gate. "May I help you?" murmurs "at 
such an hour" The short man before her starts. His eyes almost gleam 
before he straightens himself. "Are you Mrs. Saotome?" "Yes." "My name 
is Master Happosai.  I trained your husband long ago." Happosai stepped 
to the side grabbing the sleeping Ranma who had been leaning on his pack 
before he fell face first into the road. "That's� Ranma?" "Yes, I found 
the boy but not his ungrateful wretch of a father. Mrs. Saotome, There 
are things which we must discuss." Mrs. Saotome quickly grabbed the boy 
taking him in and setting him in his old room. She returned to find 
Happosai comfortably sitting on a couch.   
Mrs. Saotome sat in a chair across from him. "Master Happosai, I assume 
you have much more in mind beyond just returning my boy." "Mrs. Saotome, 
Genma has probably told you many stories of my less than virtuous 
nature.  I have always done what was best for my art. Ranma well� I 
believe Genma did something to him." "WHAT!" she was almost shaking 
Happosai now?  "He fears cats." Mrs. Saotome almost fell over.  "So! 
What importance is that?" "I found the boy because he attacked me. He 
fought just like a cat.  I am not certain but after I managed to stop 
him he acted normally.  That was several weeks ago. I would have brought 
him back sooner but for the fact that we encountered more cats. They 
send him into this state as I have mentioned before. He is very 
dangerous in this state and needs to be cured of it." Mrs. Saotome 
looked at the small man considerably. Genma had told her what a liar he 
was and an inhuman pervert as well. Her eyes then fell to his sleeve.  
It was cut with three jagged lines as well as the skin beneath.  "D-did 
my son do that?" Her finger pointing at the gashes. "Yes Mrs. Saotome, 
he did and I believe he will only get worse. I can train him and heal 
him. I know you do not want him to leave right away but I can help him." 
Her eyes hardened a little in despair. "You want to take my boy away 
too?" "No! I must prepare things first if you will permit me. I will 
leave tonight and return in a month." "Master Happosai, I cannot just 
allow you to take my son." "I do not wish to take the boy forever. It 
may take several years to help him though and what must be done is 
something no parent will be able to stand." "I am not certain that is 
true so what is it you plan to do?" Happosai grimaced. "There is only 
one way to help the boy. He must face his fear and not become a cat 
himself. He must master this technique. I am leaving now and will return 
in a month for your decision." Happosai leapt off the couch and opening 
a window leapt out. 

	It is a clear day. The young woman is in her home's Dojo with her son.  
The boy is quickly following his mother in a complex series of sword 
Kata.  The sun fills the entire room even with its doors carefully shut. 
The barking dogs are heard in the yard outside.  Her face seems to glow 
as well. Her very eyes are as clear as shimmering pools. As Mrs. Saotome 
and her son finish, a gentle clapping is heard.  Ranma and Mrs.Saotome 
both turn at once.  "Master!" "Happosai." Happosai bounded over to them. 
"Mrs. Saotome, I have come for your decision." She simply looked at 
Ranma and sighed. "Ranma will you go with Master Happosai?"
Ranma who intently traded stares at both the adults seemed worried. "Can 
I come back sometime." Happosai intercepted this before any response 
could be given.  "Ranma, my-boy of course you will come back.  I am only 
going to help you become a better man." Ranma became somewhat relieved. 
"I'll go." Mrs. Saotome cast a very ominous glance at Happosai. He 
responded with a nod. "Of course that will be tomorrow morning Ranma."  
Happosai hopped out of the Dojo and over the fence.    

	Morning has come. The dawn is greeted with the hurried movements of 
Mrs. Saotome.  She is quickly filling a small pack with clothing, 
supplies and various weapons. She then awoke her son who was already 
dressed to leave. Handing him his pack she leads him to the table for 
breakfast.  A few minutes into his crazed attack on the food she 
interrupts him. "Ranma, you will eat in a civilized manner." "Yes mom.'
After he finished at a decent pace, Mrs. Saotome led Ranma outside. 
"Ranma, before you go I want you to have this." She quickly pulls out a 
short sword. "This has been in our family for several generations. Take 
it with you." She fastens the sword to her son's back and then hands him 
his pack. She stares at her son and he stares back for several moments 
before the knock at the front gate.

 


	Several years later, A 12 year-old Ranma and his master are entering 
Nerima district, Tokyo.  "Ranma my boy. How would you like to be my 
heir?" "Master?" Ranma is completely overwhelmed.  "But isn't dad your 
Heir?" The anger at even mentioning his father's name is clearly evident 
to Happosai who snickers.  "Ranma, YOU are to be my heir. Will you take 
up the responsibilities of the Founding School of Anything Goes Martial 
Arts or not." Ranma's face was fraught with the workings of his mind.  
"Master, I will." "Good-good boy we will soon be at your mothers house 
but first� You need to prove yourself worthy of your place." "What do I 
do master?" Happosai's glee was quite evident now. "Ranma I have been 
teaching you in the hopes that you would defeat one of my former 
students. He trained with your father and he is your only obstacle. If 
you can beat him you are my unquestioned heir." They both walked on 
through the streets. Happosai finally stopped them in front of a dojo. 
"The Tendou Dojo of Anything Goes martial Arts" Ranma carefully read out 
loud. Happosai casually knocked on the front gate. A young girl answered 
the door... 


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See that not so bad well I appreciate c&c and flames i love those. 

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