And here it is yet again ! Fixed a whole big bag of spelling errors too :)
I must excuse my poor grammar. English is not my native tongue.

Version 1.2

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made for the free entertainment of others and myself. I do not intend to profit from this story.

This story was written by: Freyr Gunnar �lafsson
You can contact me at: gnarlin@utopia.is
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RANMA'S REVENGE

PROLOGUE

five!
He knew where she was. He went as fast as he could, faster then anyone knew he could go, faster then
even he himself thought possible. If only he wouldn't be too late ! Faster, FASTER, FASTER!

four!
a tree flashed by, jump-kick off its side, chi-blast off the cliff side, up into the air he went flying, 
trees flashing by by the thousands, cold air kissing his skin.

Three!
Feelings of doubt and nervousness locked inside him. He landed at the top of the cliffside, started running again. 
Closer and closer and closer.

Two!
jump up, duck branches, right side from hill, dodge left, jump up side, duck and roll. And there, from the
top of the hill he saw her.
There he saw her. Panting and swetting he started running again. faster and faster AND FASTER...

One!
He came down right next to her and knelt. He checks her lifesigns. She was dead. She was dead and he hadn't
told her. He knew men shouln't cry, at least that's what his pops always told him. MEN DO NOT CRY! 
Ah, but there was another emotion swelling within him now, adding to his already impressive spectrum of feelings.
Intense hatred to his already intense sorrow.

He knew who had killed her. The Amazons and their laws. Their ways of bullying the rest of the world into doing things
their way. Always their way, never swaying or bending the rules for the happiness of the pleeding of others. Cold 
and heartless. Emotionless. Drones of their own anchient mentality. He hated them all. Shampoo was just the most
recent offspring of the Amazons brainwashing kind of upbringing. "BLINDNESS TO THE FEELING OF OTHERS SHALT THOU BE" they
must have said. "Obsticles are to be removed, no matter what they say or do to try to sway you of their course" the mothers
must have said to their young children. "Men are worthless for anything but servitude" the elders must say.
He felt the fury he had bottled up since all the madness had started. All the fury that had escilated with the growing 
crazyness of his life. All he EVER wanted was to hold Akane as his wife in his arms. Go with her on training trips. Perhaps
even teach her those secret techniques he knew. Fight her, Fight with her, tease her some more, Even.... kiss her someday. 
Zero!
The Amazons WOULD die ! ALL OF THEM WOULD DIE ! BURN IN PAIN, IN WHATEVER 
AFTERLIFE THEY BELIEVED IN. AFTER HE JOINED AKANE IN HER AFTERLIFE, HE WOULD CONTINUE WITH HER THERE 
TO TORTURE THE SPIRITS OF THOSE FOREVER DAMNED CHINESE BITCHES !
His aura burned like the sun itself. He burned with hate, desperation, the want for revenge. 
The landscape around him started to melt but he didn't notice.

from the trees Colone knew that she was too late and that she would now have to do everything in her power 
to make sure that the amazon tribe would survive the onslaught of Ranma Saotomes revenge.

Chapter one.


Ranma knelt with tears in his eyes and kissed her cold lips. There was no way he could just leave her 
here. He had wanted to make her a part of his life. Perhaps he could take her with him on his quest. He knew of
a way. Her spirit would come with him, so she could she his revenge through his eyes. He touched her body and 
channeled as much of his chi into flames as he could and cried in agony as he watched her body turn to ashes in 
front of him. He grabbed the ashes out of the air. A tear from his chin fell into his hand. He then stuffed all 
the ashes into his mouth and swollowed. As he did so he felt a peculiar intensity come over him, 
like the difference between the flame of open fire and the concentrated flame of a gas-tourch. He looked in the 
general direction of China, collected as much energy from his reserves as he could, consentrated them and let 
them ingulf his muscles to give him streangth. He had learned this technique when he was twelve years old. 
It was even more self destructive than the shi-shi-hokudan but he didn't care right now. He just wanted to kill. 
He felt the strength of the technique fill him; started sprinting towards China at speeds that Albert Einstein 
believed where only theoretical. Life of Light," He cried out. "Engulf me!"

Cologne's eyes whent wide open. The fist of light ?! Ranma knew it !? She did know, she should have known.
As soon as she had saw Ranma eat the ashes she should have known. She knew that he had stopped pretending. 
His respect for her had probably vanished. He had always played her and Happosai's games to humor them. To make 
them feel like they still had a say, that they still could muster a full out fight, still be in control. 
If she or Happosai could really have beaten him then she would have done so long ago and brought him to China.
 
But she couldn't, so she let him choose. She had always thought that Shampoo knew this as well. That when she 
said that obstacles where for killing, she was just playing the game, just like she, happosai, the Kunos like 
all the rest of them where. She looked at it as training. For Ranma it was just relaxation. It was obvious whom 
he loved. Whom he fought with. 

Fighting was his life, conflicts to resolve. If there were no conflicts there 
would be no fighting to be done. He prospered in a conflict filled enviroment. He enjoyed it. He probably hated 
himself now for it. 

Akane would never had died had he not encouraged them all to fight. He could have ended it, 
but to continually train was the tradition in the Anything Goes fighting school of martial arts. She had been 
so sure that Shampoo knew. She would have to move quickly to save her tribe. At least as much of it as was 
possible. As long as only a few of the young ones of the tribe survived. How could Shampoo have been so utterly 
blind to reality. She was as blind as Mousse.

<few hours earlier in the wooden groove>
Shampoo stood gloating over the corpse of Akane Tendo the kitchen wrecker. Finally her obstacle was out of the way.
Now Ranma Saotome, The dragon, the fierce tiger, The phoenix god slayer, he who had survived the neko-ken training,
he would be hers. She wondered at just how thankful Ranma would be. Oh he wouln't show it, or say it out loud. That
be disrespectful of him to the Tendo family. But she knew that he hated Akane. She could feel how his chi burned in
him when he was with her. How his emotions swelled around him like a perfume, how he lost so much control that that 
unskilled child of a martial artist could even manage to hit him. HIT HIM ! How had that whore dared. Not any more.
She spat onto the corpses face, bitch that she had been. Always playing with herself in
the night when Shampoo had been listening for ranma. Akane had been moaning his name over and over and over. Shampoo
had just finally snapped. Law was law after all. Obsticles WERE to be removed, her great grandmother said so all 
the time. She turned and left to go back to Nerima.

<at an establishment at he end of the universe>
Time and Fate along with Misery where drunk in a bar and had begun to do what The Eternal One had forbidden 
them to do ever again. They played dice with lives. For that Existence would suffer greatly. In the end it would 
not matter, as long as the wheel of time kept turning... Those two would meet again, under different circumstances. 
The One that was eternal knew this for he had made it so. 

<Present>
On the middle of the great China sea Ranma ran. 
There were legends of great martial arts masters who could walk on water. Ranma mastered that when he was seven. 
It had been obvious to him to take the next step. Jogging, running. Handstands on water followed soon. 
It was even easier when you went as fast as he was going now. Less weight to put to each step. The ocean waves shot 
past him by the thousands as he ran past fishing boats, taking the occasional jump off them. Unfortunatly he couldn't
completely avoid the waterdrops. He felt his change. But there was something different he felt ! It must be Akanes spirit.
At least see will be able to see, hear and feel while the light of life continues. To bad the technique doesn't last longer.
The fist of light was about manipulating the life forces within people. It was one of the most dangerous school of martial 
arts Ranma knew. He could simply draw the life force from someone and add it to his own. Achient scrolls and books told of
vampires who drained life force from others. Superstition. Those where martial artist who had abandoned the worrior code
so that they might live longer. Those unhonorable dogs. That was also why they had been hunted down by the other worriors and
killed. That and also their own greed for learning the Fist of Light for themselves. The Fist of Light was however very
difficult to use and requered absolute control over ones one life force and chi. One small mistake and it would have either
horrible side effects or, if one was lucky, one would die. 
When Ranma had used it he had added Akanes life force to his own. She would be able to sence all that he did for a little
while, but to maintain her spirit for the duration Ranma wanted to (which was as long as he could) he would die with her.
But not until he had removed the Amazons influence on the world once and for all. And the quickest way to do that was simple.
Kill them all !

<In a certain wooden groove erlier>
Akane and Shampoo fought. Akane fought desperately, feeling bones brake, limbs stop working, jaw braking.
Shampoo fought with self assurdness. With confidence. She felt the satisfying crunch of Akanes jaw as she broke it
with her fist, saw Akanes tears as she tried not to cry out in pain. "Husband stealer will not continue to hurt husband!" Shampoo said. "You never will have him in life!" Shampoo said. "and now, you DIE!". With a well aimed fist she puched 
Akanes throut with as much force as she could muster. Akane tryed to beg for mercy, but the only sound she could make 
was a pathetic little gurgle as blood leaked from her mouth. She saw it come. For some reason she thought that the punch 
came at her so slowly. She tried to let herself fall to the earth to avoid the fist, but Shampoo compensated. Akane felt sadness as she felt numbness troughout her body. She would never tell Ranma. Maybe if she could keep alive till he came. 
She knew he was on his way anyways. She heard Shampoo glote and leave, but her hearing was fading along with everything 
else. "Just keep heering My own heartbeat until Ranma gets hear" she told herself. "Just one kiss, just three little 
words and I can go and meet mother". She didn't know how long she had waited, but she could only hear faint noises. She thought she could hear Ranma say something. WAS HE HERE ? I gotta tell him. She felt something pull her away. IT WAS HER MOTHER, ASKING HER TO JOIN HER IN THE KITCHEN. "Why don't you make some food with me" she said. But she only wanted to 
make food for Ranma. So she tried to stay just a little longer. Suddenly she saw her body turn to ashes. She was the 
ashes. Or her spirit dwelt in them. 
And then everything whent black.

<the present>
Flight 701 from Tokyo to Hong Kong was aproching China soon. Jane Chang had been on a holiday to Japan. 
It had been wonderful, especially Okinawa. Oh well, she sighed. Back to work. 
She looked out the window thinking these thoughts as she saw a red haired young woman in a chinese shirt sitting 
on the wing of the airplane with a serious expression on her face. Glowing with a swirl of colors. She wondered 
if this was the inflight movie and how those clever technical people had been able to fit a television screen 
inside each window. All this modern technology made her head spin. She could berely pretend she was able to use 
the travel agency software at work. She didn't like the expression on the main character of this movie. It seemed 
terribly twisted with whatever grief-stricken emotions she was feeling. Great actress she thought, although she 
wondered why it was that she had never seen her before in any other movie. She must be one of those new young 
actresses that were doing so well these days. She could see why the director had choosen her for the leed part. 
Two BIG reasons in fact. Oh well, she preferred to sleep the rest of the way, so she slid down the window cover to shut the TV screen off.

Ranma didn't like waiting any moment longer. He felt something out of order within him. His control of the lifelight must be
dwindlin or somethin'. He had decided to recollect a bit of his chi to be able to wipe that 
damn amazon village of the face of the earth, and then Shampoo and Cologne. He jumped of the wing, feeling the 
air around him kiss every curve of his female body. He landed in a handstand and a roll; took his bearings 
and ran towards the Joketsuzuko village. He suddenly felt all his limbs, his eyesight and hearing fade away.
"NO, NOT YET, NOT YET!" he thought despirately.

Akane could feel how control of her body came back to her. Her eyesight, her hearing. All of it. That must mean that
she was alive ! That she could still tell Ranma. Still be with him ! Fate must smile upon her ! She felt
even more alive than normally. Her eyesight was so sharp. Her responses so fast and accurate. Her hearing sensing every little detail of her enviroment. She looked down upon herself to check for wounds. When she saw the shirt she was wearing along with the two huge mounts that where *definatly NOT hers* she suddenly realised who, or more accurately, in what body
she dwelled. 
Akane screamed Ranma Chan's lungs out !

Cologne could not believe how fast he was going. She was exhausted from having to push herself so much.
//more middle story stuff here.



Epilouge

The One that was eternal watched as the wheel of time turned once again a full circle. He watched the events of past 
eternities move in similar patterns. He always amazed himself with this creation of his. He concentrated on 
watching the events happening in a particular house in Japan.
The youngest Tendo reached out a hand to Ranma-chan.
"You want to be friends?"
Ranma smiled at that and nodded, a little shy.

Perhaps it would go better this time around the eternal one thought. Yes, perhaps I should make sure. The lines 
of those two's destinies had crossed so many times on the wheel that he would do what he did very seldom. 
He changed the rules.

Spring two years later.
"I do," Akane said.

"By the power vested in me in pronounce you husband and wife".
Akane kissed Ranma passionately on the lips.

The Eternal one smiled. He just loved happy endings.


Freyr Gunnar �lafsson
gnarlin@utopia.is


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