I dunno...call this an ideafic?  A randomfic?  An 'I was bored
and it just wanted to be written' fic?

C&C Mandatory...or so I wish.

	"Have a grape."
	"Why, thank you." Shampoo accepted the grape from Akane, who had a
bowl filled with them sitting in front of her.  They both sat in two
chairs a conference table, along with four other people.  One of them was
missing.  As the others were holding their own conversations, Shampoo
asked Akane "Why are we waiting?"
	"Pride hasn't shown yet."
	"Oh, let's forget about Pride!" interrupted Mousse.  "Pride's
already won." 
	"So you may think, Envy.  But that's why we're here, isn't it? 
Because we're all determined to win."  Genma stole yet another grape from
under Akane's nose during his rebuttal.
	"You aren't doing too badly yourself," stated Soun, the
belligerence in his face a contrast to his friendly tone.  "Ranma isn't
known for eating sparsely."  He might have said more, but the furry
three-toed creature perched upon his shoulder made a movement.  Soun
picked up a napkin form the table, and began to wipe himself off.
	"I still think that I hold the best chance to make him ours!  Is
he not in his teenage years?"  declared Shampoo.
	"Oh please," laughed Nabiki.  "Lust has shown herself to be
ineffective when dealing with Saotome."  Ignoring the angered look Shampoo
sent her way, Nabiki continued.  "It is obvious that we much crush young
Saotome's spirit, so that he is no longer a threat to us."
	"His spirit?  Pah!" spat Mousse.  "I concur only with the fact
that we must crush him...crush him like a grape!"  He then proceeded to do
just that with the fruit that he had snatched from Genma.  Genma's
protests were cur off by Akane.
	"THAT WAS MY GRAPE!  YOU'VE BEEN STEALING MY GRAPES!  DIE!!"
	Shampoo had drawn her sword during Akane's screaming at Genma, and
began taking swipes at Nabiki for her comment.  Mousse's actions had
resulted in some grape juice landing in Soun's eye, and Soun was eager to
return the favor with his fist.
	It was just as the first blow had fallen that the door opened.
"Pride!" Akane snarled as she turned, expecting to see the cocky demon.
When she completed her turn, though, her face lost its pallor.  The rest
of the demons broke from their arguments, and paused in fright.
	"Sss...Saint Ukyo!"
	"Aye!  Tis indeed Saint Ukyo.  It seems that God Herself hath led
me to this demons' den.  For attempting to corrupt mine love, Ranchan, I
shall send you back from whence you came!"  Saint Ukyo cried in righteous
fury, as she unlimbered her holy Spatula Mark II.
	Akane snorted.  "Baka!  Your power will crumble as I banish you
from existence."  She hefted her own weapon, the Mallet Gary II.

	The two closed to do battle, as the other demons quickly made
their escape.


Notes:
1)	Yes, Akane represents the sin Wrath, and the grapes are the grapes
	of Wrath.
2)	Yes, the characters all fit a particular sin.
3)	No, I couldn't think of a good character for Pride
4)	'God Herself' aka Takahashi Rumiko.
5)	Yes, it's the Mallet Gary II.  Suitable for bashing all
	incarnations of Saint Ukyo.  If you've been reading C&C, or Gary's
	fics, you'll know what I'm talking about here.
6)	Yes, I realize that this is absolutely pointless.  I was bored.
7)	Meow.

-Natsume Ranma Ranma
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The sardines weren't worth the trouble.  A few more shots, then 
Ryoga-san would overheat and explode.  Ducking around a corner, 
I managed to lose him as I entered the ramshackle residence of 
my Anime supplier.

One look at his face and I knew that I was betrayed.  "Tell me."
I insisted.  He refused, so I slammed him against the wall.
"Last chance.  Where can Ranma-Ranma find good fanfics?"
"Try Jason Liao." he whispered, before he slumped to the floor.
I heard the sounds of a door splintering as I left through the 
window, one step ahead of Tendo Heavy Industries...