Well, I've not been having a good week, and I can't seem to settle 
down for anything more then a spamfic/oneshot...anyway, here's another

Untitled Dark Ranma Spamfic
By Ryo Hoshi

	Ranma looked around in the kitchen.  He could tell that Akane had 
been cooking lately.  For one, the bits of...he wasn't sure, and he didn't 
think he wanted to know...were still stuck to the walls, and that funny 
cookbook -- what was it called?  The Necromion? -- was still out.
	He hadn't really wanted to go into the kitchen in the first place.  
He was only going in there because Kasumi had asked him to hang a plaque onto 
the wall, saying that Ryoga had stopped by and left it for Akane.  It was one 
of those slightly kitschy things, with a motto in flowing Romanji of 
"Countless Numbers Of People Have Eaten In This Kitchen and Gone On To Lead 
Normal Lives."
	Ranma jerked his mind back to the present.  He didn't know why, but 
he wanted to spend the least amount of time possible in that kitchen.
	He pressed a nail into the wall, and hung the plaque up.  He smiled, 
and muttered, "Only if they haven't eaten Akane's cooking."
	"What did you say, Ranma?"
	Ranma turned slowly.  Behind him stood a smiling Akane.  At the back 
of his mind, alarm bells went off.  More alarm bells went off as Akane 
attached something to him -- he couldn't see what it was -- and his strength 
drained away.  As the world went black, he heard Kasumi explaining to him how 
his body was needed as a host for demons, and that Akane wanted to take his 
soul...


End
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	This is a half-hour fic, so there are probably several mistakes.  Ah 
well...
	C&C wanted, flames C&Ced, encouragement to do more of this type given 
noncommittal replies...and encouragement to get back to working on my 
'regular' fics loved.


		--Ryo Hoshi