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Blink.

    Faster then my eyes can follow Ranma Saotome, love of my life, fights against his opponent. Both are bleeding, both are bloody. Out of the corner of my eye I see Ukyo's face, pale with.. horror? Shock? I can't tell and really don't care at the moment. His opponent finally leaves an opening and Ranma hits him with an open-handed strike that shatters his collarbone. With a short breath that sounds like he's choaking the man falls to the floor, dead or dying. My love lifts a fist to the air and lets out a shout that's more of a roar then turns to look at me with that near-feral gaze which makes my breath short and chest burn. I fly to him and crush my lips to his. In my almost frenzied state I slice my tounge open along one of his teeth, but neither of us part. The blood makes it more exciting in a way. I feel his hands, one encircling my torso, the other at my ass and pressing my croch firmly against him. If it weren't for Ukyo, I could probably get him in bed tonight. Beneath us, the dying man has passed out. The smell of blood in the air, the sweat gleaming off of Ranma's naked chest, and roaring applause all combine to give me a kind of erotic high that no drug could hope to produce. There's a cry of rage and despair and, still entangled in Ranma's mouth, I can only look with my eyes. Ukyo is glowing a dark blue and throws a mini-spatula at Ranma. With a tongue in somebody else's mouth, all you can speak in are moans. As the glowing spatula speeds across the room my only thought is that I'm more fucked up then even I thought. The danger turns me on even more.


            Clubbing : Prologue

    People are always ask me how I know Ranma Saotome. My answer varries, depending on just who it is asking. At first it was the others. Akane, Ukyo, Shampoo. Then came the old folks, first Cologne then Happosai. The fiancees didn't get much of an answer, and though I told the shrunken-duo the same thing I got the feeling I said a lot more then I meant too. From what Ranma says, they told their various progeny, and then everything went to hell. Soon word had spread, via various loud threats against myself from Shampoo, and I was always answering the question. I've actually had to explained the story to the Tendo's, Ukyo, Father, and the Saotomes. But now, I usually answer it simply. I met him at a club.

    The first time I saw him was when I graduated middle-school and started my first year at Furiken. Shina Inkyo, Freshmen, class of '98. I saw Ranma everyday, the fact that he was a Junior notwithstanding. The first time I saw him, he quite literally swept me off me feet.

    It's funny how people discuss things, especially in Japan. We're fairly status-quo kind of people, and are great at not making a scene. It's all a matter of blending in, training which we recieve from birth on. Considering this it's not very hard to understand that nobody outside of the Nerima district belives, or sometimes even hears about, the chaos there. Say two guys are great buddies, one from Nerima one not. Now the two go get drink and get drunk, or pretend to, and under these circumstances alone can the poor friend from Nerima gripe about the hell of living where he does. Let's say he relates some of the truth about the place, namely martial artists fighting in the streets and an old man running around stealing assorted undergarmets, but aviods anything that's just too unbelivable like Jusenkyo curses or multiple fiancees. Now the man's friend of course calls him a liar in a friendly manner, and Mr.Nerima swears that it's the truth on any deity that comes to mind. The friend, finally beliving at least a little either gives his condolences or wishes that he could see some of it happening. Now Mr.Friend goes off drinking with another of his buddies later that night and, wanting to share the fantastic story, repeats what Mr.Nerima had told him but greatly understates it because it's even less belivable coming from somebody who doesn't live there. The process repeats itself like some horrendous telephone game and eventually it's commonly known that the teenagers in Nerima are fairly rowdy, and they have panty thieves.

    This being the case neither Father nor I were prepaired for the sheer insanity that goes on in Nerima. It made my first day at school a real surprise, definitly one of the worst days of my life. After that first day though, it wasn't so bad. Kind of like jumping into a cold pool after soaking in the hot-tub. First the shock hits you, then there's that rush as the shock wears off, then it starts to feel normal.

    When I arrived at the gates I saw a guy wielding a bokken viscouly attacking some other guy who wasn't in a school uniform. I was a little surprised, but wasn't going to do anything to save the guy. Secret powers are supposed to be kept just that. Anyhow, the un-uniformed guy is dodging everything bokken-boy can launch at him. Then they really went at it. The bokken turned a bright white and started moving at a really incredible rate, destroying the school wall, the fountain, trees, anything that got in its way. This was, as I found out later, Kuno and Ranma. Still paralyzed by the fight I didn't even think to move as Ranma dodged out of the way, ending up right in front of me. Ranma did though. Eyes wide open he picked me up and leapt out of harm's way. He can be a real sweetheart like that. Setting me down on the wall he went back to fighting with Kuno and ended up breaking the sword. Just how I don't recall, though I think he may have punched it from the side. On a side note, Kuno didn't attack until Ranma had gotten me out of the way.

    Later that day I was saved, once again, by Ranma as Shampoo came crashing through the school wall (Special deliver for airen! More important then stupid wall.) and nearly covered me with hefty cement bricks. Of course if he hadn't shown up I could have probably handled it myself. But it was still nice. After a few more 'normal' incidents like a horde of girls chasing down an old man and the like, a very exhausted me went home. Father had a couple surprises as well, but his were less dangerous and involved a Panda fighting a girl with a giant spatula and a boy who needed to be told which way left was three times before wandering off the wrong direction and destroying several walls in the process. No wonder insurance had cost us so much.

    The next several days passed without anything quite like the first day, though I did see Ranma at least once everyday. Usually this once was at the beginning where he was fighting the principal so as to not be late, or fighting Kuno, or crashing into the ground from who knows where. One of those days he was fighting somebody with a bandanna, Ryoga of course, and I realized I was getting a tinsy crush on him. I'm the first to agree with the fact that falling in love with somebody just because they're incredibly strong and good looking and popular and has a cute pig-tail is plain stupid... but what's wrong with just a crush? Watching the fight, my breath quickened as he pulled of a series of intricate moves and ended up sending Ryoga through the wall. Looking back on it, Ryoga is pretty good looking too but I only had, and have, eyes for Ranma. I guess the little hearts were blinking like neon signs in my eyes because one girl, nudging the other, pointed at me. Both sighed and shook their heads, then walked away whispering about new students. The girl next to me, not being a snide little bitch, kindly took a moment to talk to me.

    "I wouldn't." Her voice was friendly and playful.

    "Wouldn't what?" Not realizing that I was being patheticly obvious about my little crush, I was hoenstly confused.

    "Ranma." She gestured towards Ranma, who had gone into a yelling match with Ryoga. "It's like window shopping, look only."

    "Oh." My face turned beet red. "That obvious?"

    She giggled and nodded.

    "He already has a girlfriend?" It was obvious really. All really good looking males have girlfriends. But one can always hope.

    "Nope, not a one. Just fiancees."

    I must have looked confused.

    "Yup! It's true! See Akane over there, the one hitting Ranma? That's one of them." She dropped her voice to a conspirital whisper. "She's gonna be the one to marry him, they've been through soooo many romantic experiences." She sighed and looked like she was ready to explain those experiences when another girl ran up.

    "Yuka! We gotta get to class! Oh, sorry." She bowed apolgetically to me, then took another look. "You're new here aren't you?"

    "Yes, I just moved to Nerima this year."

    Yuka started up again. "And I was just telling her about Akane and Ranma! I was getting to the good part!" She sighed, probably feeling the oppertunity to play storyteller slipping through her grasp. "I know! There's an ice-cream parlor about a block down from the school, just make a left when you see the hotel sign. You can't miss it. We'll go there and I'll tell you everything!"

    "But.. okay." Sayori sighed not seeming to like the idea of hanging out with underclassmen. "We gotta get going now. Nice meeting you!" She waved to me and dragged Yuka off to their next class.


    Chocolate mint parfate, happy smile, venta sized carmel frappicanio from Starbucks. It must be the third of the month. It was nearly disgraceful, carmel frappicino. Not quite hip, jive, new age, or any other of the various motifs Starbucks laid claim to. Car-mel.

    "Hiroshi got paid again!" Yuka delved into her parfait with glee.

    Hiroshi worked at Dr.Tofu's office as a part janitor part answering-machine. He replaced the panda, Ranma's father, who had found a new job entertaining small children. I pause to consider how easily these thoughts come to mind. It seems natural now. Ranma was near amphibic in actions, constantly being soaked with hot or cold water. It had taken a total of three days for his change to become rountine. Nothing could shock me after that.

    "Hey, gimmie a little..." Sayori reached out with a spoon, but was foiled as Yuka pulled it away from her, in the process shoving it nearly in my face. I helped myself to a spoonful.

    "Hey!" Yuka glared and went to finishing it off with a vigor.

    "Greedy." I mumbled, spoon sticking out of my mouth.

    I'd been living in Nerima for several months now. During this time I'd become surprisingly good friends with Yuka and Sayori, even though the latter was a bitch from time to time. Akane had recently joined the school drama club and I was unoffically voted in to fill the newly formed void. Being a replacement friend isn't so bad, you eventually overide memories of the original.

    "God damnit P-chan! You're a dead man!" Ranma was a black-red blur steaking past the window. Ranma was a stud. I made the observation aloud.

    "Still like him?" Sayuri sounded surprised.

    "Why wouldn't I?"

    She bit her bottom lip. It annoyed me whenever she did that. "Well, I mean we all still like him. But after a while, it's like you don't want him."

    "Want him?"

    "You know... want him..." She blushed. "It's just," she paused, "the way he acts and what he does, they're like opposites. Okay, he's rock hard right? Martial artist, better then everybody and knows it, undisputed champion. He's got more ego then anybody I've ever known, and he's not the least bit self conscious about bragging. Guys like him are usually dating like there's no tomorrow. Changing girls every week, getting them in bed then going for another, that kind of thing. But he's not. He's so not that way that it's a turn off. He just doesn't seem to care about sex, or even know it exists! I've never seen him give a girl a second glance, no matter how much she's showing or trying to get his attention." She sighed. "It's like trying to give a two year old a hard-on."

    "SAYURI!" Yuka had been steadily turning red, the final comment making me think she'd broken a blood vessel or eight.

    "Well it's true!"

    I thought about it for a minute.

    Ranma knew I existed now, I'd become, if not a friend, then an aquantince to him over the months. We'd spoken and I even had dinner with him and Akane. And, of course, I was spying on him daily.

    "Maybe you're just trying it the wrong way." I sat up, excited.

    I was one of the few females Akane let near Ranma without batting him across the school yard (or whatever the current surrounding happened to be). I assume this was because I hadn't openly tried to hit on Ranma and I was an underclassmen.

    "Hmm?" Sayuri looked at me curiously, Yuka was still acting shocked. She was a lot less innocent then she let on, but most people like that are.

    "Think about it, what does he live for? Martial arts, okay fine. Now what does that lead to? Fighting, and lots of it. If you do something all your life, and keep at it non-stop that's gotta mean you find it exciting right?" I leaned forward, interested if either of them could guess where I was leading. Yuka's eyes widened slightly then quickly returned to their bewildered look. Even if I didn't read her mind, it was obvious. Her breath quickened ever so slightly and she stiffened in her seat. Naughty girl. "Say somebody is a composer or something, wouldn't a particularly beautiful piece of music put them in a lovey-dovey mood? Or at least make them more susceptable to one?"

    Whatever the case was, my abilty to actually speak to him was an advantage that none of his fiancees, save Akane, had. I planned to abuse that advantage throughly.

    Sayuri bit her damn lip again. That really bugged me. "Wait.." She was slowly puzzeling it out.

    I leaned even closer, the other two doing the same. Our heads were nearly touching over the table. "Fighting and violence go together. If fighting excites Ranma, then so does violence. If violence excites Ranma normally, what if you did it, " I paused, savoring the revelation. "sexually?" Even my face turned red as I said it.

    "You mean like S&M?" Sayori was also blushing fericly, but was determined to hold out till we solved the mystery. Before I could answer Yuka spoke up.

    "No, not pain. Ranma doesn't seem into that, I think Shina's right. It's just violence.. you know, rough stuff." Her voice was a bit husky. Now both the sometimes-bitch and I were looking at Yuka and carefully listening. I had just come up with the idea, I didn't have many (any) ideas on how you could have sexual violence.

    I glanced through Yuka's mind. It was a slideshow.

    Slide one. Hiroshi surprising Yuka behind the school building.

    Slide two. Feigned surprise, Yuka acts like she's running away.

    Slide three. Hiroshi pins her against the wall.

    Slide four. Hiroshi stands back, worried he's hurt her.

    Slide five. Yuka tackiling Hiroshi, full scale making-out ensues.

    "It's like.." Yuka's face was still red and she was looking down at the table. Genuinly embarresed this time. "Like fighting with kisses, to see who kisses who harder. Like forcing at each other for the exact same thing."

    Truth be told, until I moved to Nerima it was rare for me to pry into somebody's mind. As such, I'm not sure if Yuka is a nymphomanic (if such a condition really exists.. I have my doubts) or it's a normal thing for her and Hiroshi to go at it so often. In either case Hiroshi seems to be a pretty happy guy.

    We were all silent, considering and daydreaming.

    Sayori bit her lip. You'd think it'd turn bloody by now.

    "I think I understand, but wouldn't that hurt? Ranma's really strong."

    "Only one way to really know." They stared at me.

    Yuka spoke first. "You mean you're going to try?"

    "If you kiss Ranma, you would be killed. Both Akane and Ukyo would bash you, and Shampoo would probably kill you!" Sayuri seemed overly concerned for me. That was nice of her.

    "I wasn't thinking about actually doing it. I just meant nobody would know until they tried." Now I was though. In fact now I had a very good idea on how to get Ranma's attention on a whole different level.


    I've looped my arms around Ranma's neck, bringing my face and his close together. He supports my weight easily, unconsciously. If he had a choice he would probably fall over, but he doesn't. He has a deer caught in headlights thing going on. Utterly shocked that this little freshmen girl would be so foreward. Then again, I've been told he reacts the exact same way with any girl in close contact situations. I tilt my head a bit and start to lean in towards him.

    "A bet?" He had asked.

    I'm wearing a very light jasmine perfume and my breath should smell like the tangerine I had just eaten. It was a calculated move, mint always seemed like a rather repulsive smell and flavor for intimate moments. All of this seems to have gone to waste considering his current prayalisis. Nevertheless, I continue leaning into him and my lips make the faintest contact with his.

    I nodded at him. "Yuka bet me a whole month of ice-cream on it, so I really wanna win."

    It becomes a full fledged kiss, and still Ranma is frozen in shock. I still find it exciting though, almost like kissing a god.

    "Well sure, I guess." He shrugged his shoulders. "What d'ya want me to do?" And that was how this whole senario came to be.

    Determined to get some kind of a rise out of him, I try something I'd picked up from spying on Yuka. Being utterly inept I screw it up and hit his teeth with my tounge. But suddenly, he comes to life. A swift movment has me held in the air a foot away from his body but eye level. My hands rest lightly on his shoulders.

    "What was that?" He sounds a bit winded, a bit nervous, and a bit (or at least I always hoped) excited.

    "Well you said you'd help with the bet..." I gave him my best pouting look.

    Ranma set me down and sighed. "Just what I need, another Nabiki."

    "Who?" I didn't, at this time, know of Akane's older sister.

    "Nevermind." He scratched the back of his head. "Look, I ain't angry at you or anything but you can't do stuff like that. It's dangerous for both of us." He looked around nervously.

    "The first time you kissed me," He told me years later, "I was more happy then not about it. The only time I'd been kissed before that was by a guy, so being kissed by a girl seemed a lot better. The only problem was that I just knew Akane was watching."

    My causual and brave front was rapidly falling, and feeling like an excited little girl I left the scene to call up Sayuri. Although a quasi-bitch, as I belive I've mentioned, she was closer friends with me then Akane at the moment. Even if she wasn't I probably would have taken the risk and told somebody, after all I'd kissed RANMA.


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Ah, the author commentary returns. Haven't done this in a bit.. anyhow, for those of you who have read the book Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk (Which I suggest you do if you haven't) you'll notice some extreme similarities and often blantently stolen phrases during this whole thing. I do this for a reason. After thinking up the whole plot for this series (assuming I continue it past it's first actual chapter) I realized that it was very Fight Club-esque in it's own way. Realizing this, I flipped through Fight Club again attempting to see just how much I'd subconsciously ripped off from the book and found it wasn't any of the plot points I'd taken, just the whole general atmosphere. This in mind, I realized I'd never tried a first person point of view story (save 'consequences' which was just a little junk fic I threw together while bored) and that Palahniuk's style was very, very cool. So I'm attempting to, in some ways, emulate it.

I realize that the prologue provides very little insight as to what the story is actually about (save the opening phrase) but I really needed to introduce the character so it seemed as good a place as any. Of course that may not be much of an attention grabber, but if you made it this far then I can assume it at least kind of did it's job. I'll be releasing the actual first chapter sometime next week and I'll see where it goes from there. Anybody who can offer up some C&C is, as always, welcome to write.

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