Um, Prologue isn't spelled Prolog. And this is a WAFFy fic, isn't it. ^^;;
Tears started forming in Akane's eyes. "Wha... what? But I... you...
we... we're MARRIED... and it's all right for us to..."
Eh? ::imagining::
Ranma: [poking her] Akane? ...You're not Akane, are you? My Akane's a
macho tomboy!
[Akane's face contorts and--] WHAP!!
Akane: You idiot! [stalks back into the tent]
::end of imagination::
"Akane, please... listen-" He was cut off as Akane tried to smack him
with
a powerful right cross
Yay! ^o^ Go, Akane!