Note: I don't own Ranma. Unfortunately, Rumiko Takahashi owns it. Hey but she is a great writer and artist so who cares.

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Opening (Also called a Prologue)

A room of darkness is broken by light. He saw it come fast. He opened his eyes to the dirty clothes and half-eaten food; this was his room, Ranma Saotome's room. He had left it abused for too long. This was not the way the heir to the Anything-goes martial arts should live. That brings us back to the reason the darkness was broken. A woman in a kimono had entered. This was Nodoka Saotome, his mother.

Nodoka: My son the slob. Being messy is a sign of unmanliness.

Those were the words he didn't want to hear. At one time there was a pact he and the rest of his family had made. Ranma would grow up to be a man among men. If not he and his father Genma would commit ritual seppuku. The curse he had gotten in China didn't help him. He will turn into a girl when splashed by cold water, and with warm water return to normal. That is why when he heard what she said he sprung up from his futon.

Ranma: Mom isn't it manly to be messy?

Nodoka: I guess it would be. This however has gone too far. We will spend today cleaning up this mess you call a room.

Is that pervert up?

He knew that voice all too well. He constantly finds himself on the receiving end of its loudest volume. It was his fiancée, Akane Tendo. It was an arranged engagement made between their fathers. They themselves don't really get along at all. She usually hits Ranma hourly. There were those few instances though were he actually liked being with her. Still he knew there was no way he'd marry her. Especially after the failed wedding held not too long ago. It's not like he wanted to. Akane entered his room standing next to his mother. He didn't like where this was going.

Nodoka: Good timing Akane. Seeing as you're my son's fiancée you should take part in this movement to clean his room.

Akane: Clean his room? You're kidding.

She didn't want to clean HIS room. He may be her fiancé, but their fathers arranged that. No way would it ever actually happen. She thinks of it as more of a theory. Though she must admit. He wasn't so bad; he just had trouble keeping control of his ego. There were moments she wanted him to be with her. Then she returns to the harsh reality that is Ranma. She had even thought that during that failed wedding they should have gone through with it. Thankfully it got messed up. A relationship with him would not last in the long run.

Ranma: The tomboy don't clean her own.

That did it. Her eyebrow twitched. Her anger was rising. No, she wouldn't hit him or anything. Not today.

He knew he overdid it. He has a problem with choosing his words before actually saying them. He didn't want to get her mad.

Akane: Compared to you I'm Mr. Clean.

There she countered him. There was no way he could get really mad about that. Plus she got off without having to cause another disturbance.

Ranma: Whatever. Lets try to clean this mess without breaking anything.

He said that? She let him off nicely and he still wants more. She knew she should have beaten him into a pancake. No she can't do that. Not again.

Akane: What do you mean by that?!

Ranma: Macho girls like you tend to-

Why did he go on? He knew what it would lead to, but his mouth would not stop. He really just wanted to stop what he knew was coming.

She couldn't hold back now. Nothing would stop this. Even though she hated to do this. Even if it feels like she had hit herself it still would come. In a swift movement she had done it. She gave him a swift kick. Like when you punt a football. He was gone. Right out the boy shaped hole now present in the ceiling. She did it again. She did it again. She can do nothing about it now. Turning to the mother they shake it off. Cleaning the room is all she can do.

He knew he was stupid. He knew it was coming. Even with his superior martial art skills he still got it. Yep. He got the boot once again. He has seen the Nerima District too many times. He's been thrown in every way a girl of sixteen could possibly throw someone. Of course being able to throw another is a feat in itself. He has been kicked, punched, hit with a mallet, and simply thrown. It never changed. At least he got a good view and fresh air. Though when he returned he knew it wasn't going to get better. It would continue like it has. Today when he got back he was going to end this cycle. He would end it the only way he knew. Here comes the part he hated most. The landing. He always wondered why water was attracted to him. Sometimes he thought he was attracted to water. He blamed the town for putting that fountain there. He, make that she, hated water sometimes.

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How was it? I think it's a step up from the normal stuff I write. Anyway there's more to the story. Two reviews and I'll put up the part that actually goes into what the story's about.