[Ranma] [Dark] Razor's Kiss 

Author's Note:

Why must it always end up like this?

	No more, Ranma decided. He was made a fool of enough. Through all his
life he had been manipulated, beaten, and forced to sacrifice by his
father, and now, by Soun and his family as well. If it wasn't Nabiki
charging him for anything under the sun, or Kasumi asking for help
around the house with that vacant, unreachable expression on her face,
it was Akane, the girl he had hoped would be his friend, hitting him for
an offense he had not, or ever would have, commited. And the two
patriarchs of this united clan were just as bad, demanding that he pay
for a debt that the two of them had managed to incur. 

	Ranma sat crosslegged in the center of the dojo, turning the tanto over
and over in his hands, watching the light from the setting sun glint off
the blade. He drew the sharp tip of the knife up and down his wrists,
stroking the skin on the inside of his forearm like a sadistic lover. He
increased the pressure of the blade, and was rewarded as the
ever-so-sharp tip penetrated and slit his skin. Drawing open a long vein
in his forearm, Ranma transferred the tanto to the hand on the arm he
had just cut, and slit his opposite wrist in the same fashion, surprised
at the increasingly heavy weight of the razor-sharp knife in his hand. 

	Ranma sat crosslegged in the center of the dojo, the heavy weight of
the tanto in his hand trembling with each twitch of his battered frame.
Slowly, the twitching stopped, for the muscles that caused it had no
more blood to work from. Blood that was pooled around the young, dead
martial artist. Hid lifeblood, thick and crimson, soaking into the
weathered gray floor of the dojo. As his head fell forward onto his
chest for the last time, and his lifeless body tumbled to the floor,
Ranma's departing spirit moaned two words into the silent night air

	"Why, Akane???" The questioning moan of the spirit faded away into the
night air, and the lifeless body of Ranma Saotome cooled in a puddle of
his own blood.    
Fin. 

Author's other note. 

	eep. this occurred about threee hours ago, eleven pm local time. My
ex-lover, and current roomate, left the shower, and I asked if I could
speak with her. The conversation  involved the party the night before,
where she had been very vocal in insulting me to the party at large. 

the conversation went as well as could be expected, and this sprang into
my mind, pretty much full-formed..  The only thing any of my local
readers had to say was that this was a better thing than me under the
knife.. 

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