Ranma was in bed with Akane, without a blanket covering them. It was
okay.
"Ranma..."
Akane...
"Weren't you going to say something?"
Oh, yeah. "I love you." He dove forward to plant a quick kiss on her
lips.
He felt hands on his butt, inside his pants.
"Akane, do you think we should do this?"
She found a hard reason to continue.
"But wouldn't Ukyo or Shampoo or Kodachi get angry if they were here?"
She rubbed her tummy, and smiled. "But they are."
He didn't understand, and looked at her beautiful smile, which grew past
her face. She bit his head off with a crack.
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Ranma woke up to Genma snoring. "Stupid old man." He went over, and
snapped his head at an awkward angle.
"Oh, yeah. I could've just turned him into a panda."
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He jumped to the top of the Tendo dojo. Ryoga was sitting there staring
at the stars.
"What's up?"
"Wondering if my soulmate was staring back at me. Here I am, headless
chicken."
Ryoga turned to him, and they kissed deep. He sucked madly on his tongue
and slurped it.
He put his hands over Ryoga's chest, and felt his firm nipples on
pectorals. He shoved him in her, and he was hot and wet, and suddenly,
the pectorals were pert, and he slurped and flicked and he was in him,
and rolling in a squall and a tornado. They fell into the pond.
He tried to swim off of Ryoga, and Ryoga tried to swim off of him, but he
was stuck in him, and he was stuck in her, but there was only one shaft
between them, and they rubbed. They both exploded in the other. Drowned.
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Hot and sweaty. The gig drained him, his heart beat in his ears.
The crowd shouted.
He looked to Tsubasa, topless, and still holding that microphone. Drool
rolled down his chin.
Gosunkugi dropped his bass, and ran down the stage, met halfway by Akane
in shoulder-length hair. He didn't watch them kiss.
Mousse flashed him a winning smile and threw the drumsticks as far as he
could. Shampoo glommed him and they rolled off to the darkness.
Ukyo held a towel and rubbed Tsubasa dry, blushing.
He unplugged his guitar, and nobody was around.
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"Ranma," Akane said as calmly as she could, "your dreams are the windows
to your soul."
A burning rage began to grow. "Stupid bitch. You didn't even listen to
me."
"Or-rr. Eyes. Seven dreams a night isn't that bad."
"I'll kill you!" Everything tinged red.
"You dream of ripping me apart? Freud would say lust."
"C'mon, pull out that damned hammer!" He edged towards her.
"You have no power over your dreams."
"AAAARRRGGGGGHH!" His hands closed around her neck.
He shook her back and forth. Her eyes lolled back.
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He sat up. A dark figure in the corner walked closer.
"Don't lose your head over things." He tossed something over.
Ranma stared at his shrunken head, with his lips and eyelids sewn shut.
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Orange and yellow. His dreams were rarely so colorful. He stood in a
corridor, and turned left.
At the end of the corridor, his grandfather was sitting crosslegged. He
said some sort of importance of being dead, but it didn't matter. He
missed him so.
A stroll led him to a mirror. Yup, it was him; straggly blonde hair and
beard stubble. Life had never been good to him.
What did he leave behind when he died? Nothing but torment. A few
albums, and a lot of could-have-beens.
Maybe I should send a message to them. Through no one they knew. Then
they wouldn't understand. Nothing made sense.
Maybe i should write a song.
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