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It's not Right

Disclaimer: The paints are Takahashi's, the easel is mine.

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The house reverberated for an instant with the force of a slammed 
door, echoed shortly by a muffled 'thump' as a weeping schoolgirl 
threw herself onto her mattress.

"It's not fair!" she whimpered, wishing that things could be otherwise.

***

He ran, unmindful of where he ran, sweat mingling with the tears 
streaking down his face, branches from a wooded thicket tearing at 
his clothes before he stumbled to a halt and collapsed onto his 
knees, heaving for breath.

"Not..." he gasped out, trying to catch his breath, and restrain a 
sob. "Not fair..."

***

She shook her head, sitting up and nodded as her sister poked her 
head into the room. "Akane?"

Akane nodded again. "Come on in..."

The older sister trudged in, laying a comforting arm about Akane's 
shoulder. "I'm... sorry."

"You knew?"

She nodded silently.

***

He cast his eyes upward, towards the unforgiving stars and the 
bottomless black depths of the sky. "Not... fair..." he whimpered, 
gathering his power and throwing it towards his most final technique.

***

"How could you tell?" Akane asked, stark betrayal shining in her eyes.

"It was obvious to me," the older sister said, sighing and brushing 
back her bangs to peer at the younger. "I mean, his father started 
acting the same way afterwards... but why are you letting this get 
to you?"

Akane blinked at her sister in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"Why are you letting this come between you and him?"

The younger sister's expression shifted to disgust. "Nabiki..."

***

He swallowed, fighting down a torrent of disgust and self-loathing, 
then prepared to unleash a massive wave of ki -- one which would 
obliterate everything around him. "Not... fair..." he whispered again.

"Wait!" He spun, surprised, and turned to face the source of the 
voice, seeing a vaguely female shape in the darkness, stumbling 
towards him through the low brush hurriedly. "Wait, Ranma!"

Hanging his head, he sighed. "Why... why are you chasing me?"

***

Akane spat distastefully, "It's not right, and it's... it's... it's 
sickening, Nabiki. How could you even suggest it!?"

"Akane! I'm surprised... are you serious? It's something important 
enough to come between you and Ranma like _that_? You can't take him 
back?"

***

Ranma blinked, a thick sheaf of... paper?... hitting his chest. 
"What's this?" he asked, reflexively taking the documents from the girl.

"If... Just... just look at it."

His narrowing suspiciously, Ranma titled the documents in his hands 
towards the moonlight -- and a better viewing angle.

***

"Akane! Be sensible about this! You make it out to be some huge 
world-ending _thing_! Why are you being so... so... so _foolish_ 
about this!?"

Calming herself with some effort, Akane sniffed, and turned away. 
"It's just not right," she stated. "To be with him when he's..."

***

He blinked, making out a signature on the cover of one of the papers, 
his eyes involuntarily widening. "This is," he said breathlessly, 
looking up at the girl sharply.

She nodded in the darkness, her own head hanging low. "Is... secret 
shame. Great-grandmother is... 'partner in crime.'"

Ranma's jaw dropped, and he gasped, "You mean... you... you..."

Shampoo's eyes met Ranma's, as the autographed copies of Caravan Kidd 
nearly slipped from his fingers in his surprise. "Yes, Ranma. 
Shampoo is otaku, too. Learned Japanese for fansub in amazon village."

***

"I mean, what if he asked me to _cosplay_ with him, or something, 
Nabiki? I mean, _think_ about it."

Nabiki stared at her sister blankly, then shrugged. "Well, you two 
would make a passable Kei and Yuri, but --"

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Author's notes:

Sorry, sorry. I had to do it. This is largely inspired by 'Burakumin 
Blues', but also (and more so) by 'Poison', with apologies to both 
Mr. Sommer and Susan Doenime.

Flames et. al, can be directed to me freely, for my -- again -- 
blatant lack of shame.

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