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Hello to all you listing people. First, I'd like to explain something. This
fanfic is not mine. I have a friend who writes this fanfiction, unfortunatly
her server can't handle bing on a list like this, so she asked me to send it
in. If you want, you can send any feedback back to me and I'll forward it to
her, or you can send feedback to her directly at: SilvVenom@aol.com. Thanks
minna. 

(The rest of this fanfic is attached.)

Fanfiction by "Becka" <SilvVenom@aol.com>

Based on characters and situations created by Takahashi Rumiko, Ranma �,
characters, and plot devices are all copyright of Shogakukan, Kitty Animation
Circle, and Takahashi Rumiko.

This story copyright 1999 - Rebecca A. Catanzaro

Title: You'll See 

Serie(s): Ranma �

Genre/Rating: This part of 'You'll See' contains a bit of violence, and some
kind of painful torture. If you are totally adverse to any -real- pain, you
probably might be a little upset when reading this. Keep in mind that the
violence in this section is a vitally important part of the plot, it's not
just in there 'cause I have some kind of fetish for it.

Status: Prologue: This is going to be a pretty long fic. 

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	"Ranma no Baka!" 

	Akane, garbed in her pretty yellow jumper, produced her mallet out of hammer-
space and swung it hard, landing a heavy blow across Ranma's face. The two had
been arguing a few moments earlier, and arguments only ended in one way.

	Wham!

	Ranma spun around, landing on the ground with a thump, a telltale mark
appearing across his face. He looked up, his eyes full of hurt, and yelled,
"Akane! What did you do that for?"

	Akane didn't see the hurt, she just saw Ranma denying something she knew he
did. He HAD to have done it. It was his fault. It was always his fault. Akane
glared at him, bringing her mallet around in another full swing, "You were in
my room again, weren't you! Weren't you???" 

	Ranma never got a chance to answer as yet another of the many blows he should
have blocked landed on his face. He pushed himself off the ground, "No! I
wasn't in your room, Akane! Why won't you believe me?"

	"Hah! Like I'll should! Pervert!" Whack.
	
	"Akane, what are you so angry about?" Whack.

	"You were in my room! You were in my underwear drawer, sicko." Whack.

	"Why would I be interested in the panties of an un-cute tomboy like you?"
Whack. Whack.

	Akane stood over him, her eyes ablaze, "What did you call me?"

	Covered from head to toe in angry black and blue bruises, Ranma looked at
her. One eye was slightly swollen, and it made him look pathetic, like someone
who deserved a little sympathy. Akane didn't care. He made her so mad, she
just wanted to pay him back for what he did to her. 

	"I called you an un-cute tomboy! You are! Un-cute, un-sexy, flatter than a
wall, and the wall can cook better!" Ranma didn't even have time to raise his
hands as she lighted into him. Whack! Wham! Thump! Thud! Whack!

	Like a minion from hell, she stood over him, anger written in every line of
her face and the stiffness of her body. She yelled down at him, "I hate you! I
never want to see you again, you disgusting pervert! You're just a sex-
changing freak, Ranma! Even if you weren't, you'd just be a guy, and I hate
guys!" Akane raised the hammer as her cruel words registered in his mind. With
every ounce of strength, she swung down hard. The last thing Ranma saw before
he was knocked out was the blur of a yellow mallet blocking his view of
Akane's angry eyes. 

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