Subject: Fwd: [FFML][Fanfic][Ranma]The Origin, Take 1
From: "Joshua Cox" <chichiri_2@hotmail.com>
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Subject: [FFML][Fanfic][Ranma]The Origin, Take 1
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            The Reason for Ranma being taken from home and 
                    the real reason he fears cats.
                 


   As i sat quietly in the darkness of my room, i realizd 

something...I 

was going to die. And i Didn't mean some time in the far off future 

when 

I was an old man living off of social security. I meant now, in this 
room. As I stared out into the night, I saw them. Eyes. Death's eyes. 
Cat...Eyes.
   The cat leapt through the window into my ever darkening room. Then 
it came to me again. I was going to die.
   Alright, so I exagerated... a little. And I didn't die or I 

wouldn't 

be here today typing this. The cat was named Fifi, and he belongs to my 
neighbor. And you can believe me, that is one scary little pink cat(it 
killed my best friend Ryouga's dog!).
   I screamed. I screamed and cried out as the wicked creature lashed 
out a me, striking at my left eye. As it struck it screeched and hissed 
like a bat out of...uh...um...Heck. Yeah Heck will do.
   My parents burst into the room, my father armed with a golfclub, 

and 

my mother carrying my favorite teddy bear. My father struck the cat 

with 

a nine-iron, driving the cat a considerable distance past our 

neighbors. 

The next day i went to see the doctors. Physician, psyciatrist, 
optometrist.....
   "He'll be fine".
   "Emotionally scarred".
   "He'll be fine".
   Well, i gotta go. my dad wants my to take martial arts training to 
get over my fear of cats. Which basically means he's afraid ill turn 

out 

as wuss if he doesn't take me away for ten years.

                       **Ten years later**

   AAHHHH!! AKANE IM SORRY!!!. {oh well....................}

              ?'s and comments are welcome. also, you can visit my 

page 

at http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Temple/9194. I have Ronin Warriors 
stuff and some anime games. See Ya Soon!              

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