Thanks to D.B Sommer for looking this over.

Disclaimer:  None of the characters that I am using in this fanfic are of
my own creation, but thouse of Takahashi Rumiko. 


				Fan Service

	"Ha!  You lose, boy!"
	"I do not,  Pop!  Paper does *not* wrap scissor!"  Ranma vainly
protested in a high pitched voice.  'He' was still in girl form, for once
again, the water heater had broken.
	"Quit stalling, Ranma," remonstrated Soun, trying to avoid
answering Ranma's arguments.  "Now, follow the terms of our agreement,
along with Akane."
	"What!?" screeched Akane, who had just walked into the room.
"Dad!  How did *I* get dragged into this?"
	Ranma voiced his agreement.  "Yeah!  I ain't doin' something like
this with someone like her!"
	
	Of course, that was the wrong thing to say.

	"RAN-MA!  What's wrong with doing it with 'someone like me'?"
	"You have no sex appeal, you're a clutz, you..."
	Surprisingly, Mr. Tendo did not grow a demon's head at Ranma's
words, but instead wore a smile.  Perhaps it was the thought that he had
already won Ranma's inevitable compliance.  "Now Ranma, I know that your
pride won't allow you to back out of fufilling the terms of a challenge
that you lost.  After all, your honor as a martial artist is at stake.
And as for you, Akane,"  he turned, addressing his youngest daughter
"you'll be doing this all the time once you're married, so you might as
well practice now!"  He said the last with a little grin.
	"I don't want anything to do with that baka!"
	"Come on, you two," Genma remonstrated.  "You can't get out of it.
I know you're both feeling a little hot, so just walk into that room, and
get it over with."  After a moment, he added "You'll find all the
equipment you'll need already there."
	"Hey!" shouted Akane, before they were forcefully shoved through
the doorway.  "Why are we doing this in *my* room!  I don't want to make a
mess..."

FIVE MINUTES LATER

	"Hey, Akane.  Wanna screw?"
	"Um...okay."
	"Here ya go."
	"Ranma no baka!  This doesn't fit!"
	"Well, if a stupid tomboy hadn't insisted on lumping everything
together, instead of sorting the parts pile..."

	Beneath a plastic duck that read "Akane", two foolish men were
evesdropping on the proceedings within, when Kasumi walked by.
	"Father, Mr. Satome, they've already agreed to service the broken
electric fan, haven't they?  Why are you spying on them?
	"Those two are alone in Akane's bedroom," explained Soun.  "Who
knows what else could happen!"
	"Why don't you two come downstairs and play a game of shogi.  I'll
warm up some sake for you."
	"But Kasumi..."
	As the two were being noisily hearded downstairs, they missed the
sound of a thrown electric fan impacting someone's head.

End.


As always, C&C&C (Comments and Critisisms, and Cat Food donations) 
welcome. 

-Natsume Ranma Ranma
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The sardines weren't worth the trouble.  A few more shots, then 
Ryoga-san would overheat and explode.  Ducking around a corner, 
I managed to lose him as I entered the ramshackle residence of 
my Anime supplier.

One look at his face and I knew that I was betrayed.  "Tell me."
I insisted.  He refused, so I slammed him against the wall.
"Last chance.  Where can Ranma-Ranma find good fanfics?"
"Try Jason Liao." he whispered, before he slumped to the floor.
I heard the sounds of a door splintering as I left through the 
window, one step ahead of Tendo Heavy Industries...