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VENGENCE


	A pitch black room with only one hanging light illuminating one spot and one
spot only.  In that glaringly bright spot a man, boy really, sat tied to a
chair.  He looked up and clearly he was tired.  His blood soaked shirt and the
blood on his face dried undisturbed.  
	"Tell us what we want to know Hibiki," an unseen voice said quietly and with
menace.
	"No . . . no.  NO!!!" A new strength filled Ryoga, yet in his weakened state
he could not break the bonds.  After a few moments he ceased, tired once
again.  Soft laughter filled the void beyond the spot of light.  
	"Tell us Hibiki.  You know that we can force you, so why don't you just tell
us.  Now."
	"I . . . won't,"  
	"Then take this," a movement came from the void and entered the light.  Blood
flowed down Ryogas face, mingling with the blood already drying.  
	"No, no . . . more.  I . . . will tell you.  Just please, please don't hurt
her."
	"We will not hurt her.  Just tell us."
	"He . . . he is in Nerima-ward, Tokyo.  Ranma is in Nerima."
	"Good." As if realizing Ryoga's feelings, the voice said, "Do not worry
Hibiki, we shall not hurt your Akane-san.  All we want is Ranma." Again soft
laughter filled the room, and Ryoga slumped in his bonds.

	A quiet day in Nerima in the aftermath of the 'Great Mushroom Incident', all
was quiet and still except for the anguished cries of property owners as the
value of their land lowered yet again.  Ranma and Akane were walking to school
in their usual fashion.  What they did not know was that they had an observer.
A smile touched the observer's face.  Soon Ranma, very soon.
	Boring, boring, boring, bored.  She trying to break our spirits and it's
working too well.  Ranma lay dazed on his desk as Hinako-sensei was going
through an English lesson.  Ranma was not the only one going into a coma that
day.  Students lay slumped into their desks, trying to block out the droning
tones of the mind-numbing lesson.  It did not work.  
	  The door burst open and everyone started awake, desperate for any
distraction.  Hinako-sensei was squeaking about delinquents but no one really
paid any attention and soon she sat on the ground, pouting.  
	"Ryoga?" Akane, shocked beyond shock at the state he was in.  Haggard and
blood soaked, he looked like the dead.  
	"Where . . . is . . . Furinkan . . . high . . .?"
	"Ryoga, Ryoga, are you all right?"
	"Akane-san?  Oh, gods, I'm here,"
	"Who did this to you?"
	"Where is . . . Ranma?"
	"Over there, no, there.  Wake up Ranma!" Akane smacked Ranma awake.  He
looked at Ryoga and the sight broke through even his apathy.
	"Hey Ryoga, what happened?" concern colored his tone.
	Ryoga swallowed and cleared his throat.  Tears flowed down his face, and
meeting the blood.  "Ranma . . . they're here.  They're coming here.  I'm
sorry.  So . . . sorry," his voice broke and so too did his fragile composure.
	"Who, Ryoga?  Who?" Akane asked.  Ranma however looked very frightened.
	"I . . . sorry.  I did it to protect you, Akane-san.  You," then Ryoga, the
stress and the fear finally taking its tool, fell unconscious.  Akane gently
guided Ryoga to the floor, and then turned to face Ranma.
	"Who is this 'They' that Ryoga was talking about, Ranma?" Suspicion and not a
little fear was evident in her voice.
	"Uh . . . no one.  Heh, I'm sure that Ryoga was just babbling.  Heh, excuse
me," with that Ranma jumped out the window and ran away.  Akane leaned out the
window yelling for Ranma to come back.
	
	Ranma raced into the house, looking like the dogs of hell followed in his
wake.  He rushed to his room, where he found Genma taking his afternoon nap.
He punched Genma out the window and rapidly packed his belongings into his
huge pack.  He rushed down the stairs and out the door, then skidded to a
halt.  Akane was there, gasping and sweating.  When she finally regained her
breath, she looked at Ranma with anger shining like a beacon on a cloudy
night.  
	"Where do you think you're going Ranma?" 
	"Uh . . . to a training trip.  Yeah, a training trip.  Can't be the best
martial artist in the world without training.  Heh." Ranma had such skills at
lying that  a deaf Frenchman would have been able to tell.
	"Sure Ranma.  Now why don't you tell me about this 'Them' that you're so
scared of?"
	"Hey!  I ain't afraid of anybody!  Especially not them!  Eep!" Ranma realized
what he had said, and knew that he was not getting out of a beating, one way
or another.  Then the gates to the house suddenly slammed open and Ranma
thanked whatever god's have saved him.  He then saw what had opened the doors.
He cursed all the god's in the heavens for torturing him so, for what had
opened the doors were 'Them'.  
	"Uh . . . listen.  I'm sure that we can work this out.  After all, it's been
over a year now.  I'm not that way anymore.  Believe me!  . . . please?"  They
did not listen, for girls rarely do, and that is precisely who they were,
girls.  Pretty ones at that, but no girl looks at that pretty when she has on
an expression of rage.
	"So . . . Ranma.  Thought that you could get away did you?  Well we found
you, so get ready, for we shall get our REVENGE!!!"  As one, the girls lifted
their mallets and charged at Ranma, screaming their battle-cry, "DIE
RANMA!!!!"  
	Suddenly, they stopped.  For Ryoga, looking haggard, was standing there with
his arms out, separating Ranma from the girls.
	"No, it was dishonorable for me to tell you where Ranma is.  Now, I shall
make it up and protect him," said Ryoga, though it was clear that the words
were dragged from his mouth, kicking and screaming.
	"Out of the way Hibiki!"
	"No,"
	"Alright then.  Now girls!" Again as one, the girls opened their shirts and
revealed their breasts. (At that moment, Happosai, who the previous Monday was
shipped to Abu-Dhabi, got a strong feeling and raced back to Japan, leaving a
grateful nation behind.)  Ryoga's eyes bugged out and his nose spurted blood
at the sight of all that naked flesh.  He fainted with a whimper and a grin.
The girls closed their shirts, lifted their mallets and charged once again.  
	"THIS IS FOR PLAYING WITH OUR FEELINGS RANMA!!  THIS IS FOR PRETENDING TO
LOVE US!!  THIS IS FOR SAYING THAT YOU WOULD MARRY US!!!  THIS IS FOR BEING A
JERK!!  DIE, RANMA, DIEEEEE!!!!" The screams of rage were horrible to hear.
	"No, wait stop.  I'm sorry!  Please!  I've changed!!  You're cute?
Arrggghhhh!!!!!" His screams of pain did not stop, could not stop, as the
girls from his past inflicted their pain onto him.  
	"Serves him right.  I always knew that he was a pervert," said Akane from the
sidelines, blocking her ears from the screams and the shouts.