Anand Rao wrote:

Ranma's face burned with shame.  He looked down at his hands and sighed.
"It was that damn promise," he said quietly.

"How could you even -think- that I would kill you?" Nodoka asked.

Ranma: Well, part of it was probably from the way you carried that katana
with you wherever you went. Or it could have come from the first time you
dropped by the Tendo's and Nabiki told you I was a cross dresser, at which
point you started to draw the sword and asked if I really had such an
unmanly hobby. Or it might have been when you slept that night with 'Ranko'
and 'Mr. Panda', had a dream about me being unmanly, and started hacking
the air with the sword, nearly decapitating me. On the other hand, maybe I
was just being paranoid.


This was a nice fic. Well written despite its rough draft status.

D.B. Sommer