helfgott@socrates.Berkeley.EDU wrote:

Ranma has to save Akane... from Akane.

I know this isn't what you meant, but...

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Even now, he fights me.

>From the day we first met, he has been my nemesis.  His every action
designed to prove just how wrong and worthless I am.  When we met in
the bathroom, his only thought was to get away from my ugliness, where
perhaps he expected at least a plain looking girl to ogle.  It was not
long before he cemented that thought with one word: Uncute.

Yes, Uncute, a name.  I'm not even Akane, to him.  I'm Uncute, or
Tomboy, or - if he's feeling really generous - just Stupid.  Yes, he
uses my real name when he has to, but I can tell he'd rather not.

And then there's martial arts.  The focus of my life, that which gives
me meaning - and he so effortlessly demolishes my attacks and defenses.
My practice, my pride and joy.  My soul.  All that has ever been
important to me, is only of interest to him so long as it takes for him
to desecrate it and rub my face in his act.

I was starting to get through to Kuno, with effort; Ranma did not even
break a sweat.  I was not proud of and a bit disrespectful towards my
father; he brought in a father whom no son would think worthy of
honoring - and yet he still obeys Genma.  I struggle to cook something
edible; he's been feeding himself and his father on the road for years,
and his best friend is a professional chef.  I labor through school
like most students; Ranma slacks off, goes on adventures, and still
gets at least the same grades I do, if not better.  He's even a better
girl than I am!

He's proven his point.  I am nothing.  I am worthless.  The only thing
left for me to do is to take out the trash.  And now, as I sit on the
tanto mat with the sword but a centimeter from the flesh, his hands are
on mine, fighting to stop me while his voice insists I am mistaken.

Damn you, Ranma.  I may be nothing else, but I *am* stronger than you.
Feel that?  The blade's moving.  It's supposed to feel painful, but I
feel nothing save accomplishment and relief as it severs my flesh -
slowly, thanks to his continued struggles, but surely.  When I finally
weaken due to blood loss, I know that I am beyond anything he can do to
save my life.

I finally beat you, Ranma.  Goodbye.
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