Getting Help
A Ranma 1/2 Spamfic
By: Aaron Nowack
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Disclaimer: Ranma belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. So does the Mermaid
Saga, but that doesn't matter for this fic. The text of this spamfic is
mine, so don't steal it, or in the name of the moon, I will... wait,
wrong series. SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE OF KHORNE! Um... this isn't
my fault. Honest.
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I suppose, in hindsight, that it was obvious that I would have
this problem.
It all started back when I first met Ranma. I mean, it was...
frusturating to say the least. Him stealing my... no, I must be
objective. Us fighting over lunch.
And then... the duel. The coward... no. My missing the duel.
That was when my problem started. It was so easy to indulge a
little. I felt I could stop any time I wanted, and it made all my
problems go away.
China didn't help matters. Wandering through the wilderness,
barely speaking the language, never finding Ranma... Is it really any
wonder I started to indulge more than just a little?
Jusenkyo.
That word says it all really. I think that's when I became
addicted. My troubles were more than I can handle, so I ran away,
finding shelter in my... disease. That is what they call it, isn't it?
Then Nerima. P-chan. The Bakusai Tenketsu. Losing time and
time again. It was such an easy escape, you know? Not having to worry
about anything but it. I was always finding excuses to do it.
The Shi Shi Hokoudan. A technique that fed on anger and
depression. I started to wallow in those emotions, letting them consume
me as part of my quest to defeat Ranma. But I still had to deal with
them. And so, my "little problem" became not so little.
I think it was after Saffron that I realized just how bad I was
becoming. I was trying not to indulge... didn't want to be distracted
from the goal. But that just made things worse. Once or twice, I think
it affected my fighting, kept me from doing my best. And that could
have killed Akane.
So, I knew I had a problem, and wanted to get rid of it. But
how to do it? I hated to admit it, but I needed help.
So, I went to Ukyou. I had known that she had once shared this
problem, during her ten years chasing the Saotomes. I also knew that
she had dealt with it, somehow.
She was the one who introduced me to the group. She had ran
across it during her travels, used it to get over the worst of the
disease. I thought it was quite amazing. A worldwide organization,
dedicated to helping people like me. It was a revelation.
I still remember when I said those words, when I first had hope
for overcoming this problem. The same words you just said, admitting
you had the same addiction.
My name is Ryouga Hibiki, and I'm a Ranma-hater.
So, welcome to Ranma-Haters Anonymous. What's your story?
Author's Notes
Blame Brian Randall for this. Really. It's all his fault.
Um... no offense meant to real recovering alcoholics, of course.