Disclaimer: Rumiko Takahashi owns Ranma 1/2.
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Ranma Nibun No Ichi: Enough is Enough
By: Taiteki Kagato

Warning: Read at your own discretion. 
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It was a dark and stormy night. Ranma Saotome, of the Anything Goes School of 
Martial Arts, currently wet, and upset, made her way back onto the Tendo 
Dojo, after taking a lengthy and scenic flight over Nerima via Akane's 
Mallet. Said tomboy could be heard inside still ranting about "baka perverts" 
or some such nonsense. 

"Ranma Saotome?" Someone called across the darkened yard. Ranma spun and 
frowned, not recognizing the voice, but clearly understanding the challenge 
with which her name was said.

"That's me."

"I Challenge you!" The figure said, reaching into a duffel bag lying beside 
it. Ranma tensed, waiting to see what kind of weapon this attacker would 
employ in his quest to prove himself to the world.

"Behold, the art that has haunted the dreams of men for ages untold. Prepare 
to face the prodigal student of…" The figure paused, seemingly for dramatic 
effect, only nothing more was said, and in the fading light of a random (yet 
effectively timed) lightning bolt, Ranma saw the figure struggling to pull 
something out of the bag.

"Take your time, buddy. Not like I can get any wetter."

"Yeah, yeah… keep your pants on. Where was I?"

"Prodigal student yadda yadda dramatic pause."

"Right… Behold, the-"

"You said that all. Just say whatever you have to say after the 
suspense-building pause."

"Fine, fine. Spoil all my fun, why don't you. PLUNGER-FU!" The figure finally 
cried, hefting said bathroom object over his head, another random (Yet 
well-timed) lightning bolt striking the ground mere feet behind the 
challenger. Ranma stared at the figure, a look of shock and disbelief 
plastered to her face.

"You don't... you know … use that for what it's normally used for, do you?" 
Ranma finally asked, a look of dread replacing the shock on her face.

"Of course, it's excellent training. Now, are you prepared to fight?!"

"You know the water from it's dripping on your head…" Ranma said, somewhat 
uneasily. 

With that said, the challenger fell to the ground, screaming into the night 
various phrases like "get it off, getitoff!" while Ranma entered the Tendo 
household, another victory tucked under his belt and looking forward to a 
long, hot soak on the furo.

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AN: I thought that little spam-fic up when I realized, to my dismay, that 
there were no Plungers to be had at the supermarket... Which made me drop the 
"super" from its designation for their lack of true essentials.


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