Subject: Re[2]: [FFML] [Fanfic] [Ranma] Under the Hammer.
From: joe.ortiz@ci.slc.ut.us
Date: 9/28/1996, 2:46 AM
To: fanfic@fanfic.com

(giggle)  BWAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAAHAHAHA!!!!!

This would be a truly twisted 'fic, if it were extended.  Also, think 
about what would happen if Akane got a wish....

Akane:  Moshi moshi?

Ranma:  Hey, Akane.  

Akane:  RANMA?!?

Ranma:  Yeah, it's me.  Anyway, you've just reached the Relief Deity 
Office.  I'll be down in a sec to grant your wish.

Akane:  ........wish?

Ranma (from a mirror behind her):  Yeah, a wish, you kawaiikune tomboy.

Akane stares at her late fiancee for a long moment, now entering her 
college dorm from a most unique source: the mirror.  The former martial 
artist is dressed in long, blue silk robes, and a red diamond-shaped 
mark on his forehead. 

Akane:  YAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!  

Ranma:  Hey, take it easy, Akane.  After I died, Heaven sorta hired me 
on.  Anyway, the system up there decided you were worthy of a wish, so 
they sent me down to give it to you.

Akane:  A wish...?

Ranma:  Yeah, a wish.  Unfortunately, you only get one.  Maybe you should 
wish for good looks or cooking skills or something useful.

Akane:  Ranma no...(remembers what happened the last time, stops, starts 
crying.  Ranma goes over to hold her, comforting her tears.)

Ranma (softly):  I'm sorry.  Old habits die hard, I guess.

Akane (drying her eyes):  Yeah.  It's just that, after you were gone, I 
felt so...so...I wanted you back so bad...I just wish...you could stay 
with me forever...

The gem on Ranma's forehead lights up, power emanating through him as the 
wish is delivered...


Could you imagine the fight that would happen between Skuld and Akane 
over that?  ;)

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Nicholas Leifker, aka "Nightelf"
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        Oh man, somebody should follow this plot line! It's 
just too good to let go.  Question is, who will pick up the 
glove and charge forth?

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