This is my second Ranma Fanfiction after that ill-fated, totally flamed last one I did so be nice.

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A sticky dampness on the front of her pyjamas woke her in the dark. Flicking on the light, she found P-Chan nuzzled up to her, suffering from one of his frequent nose-bleeds. A line of dried blood ran out from one nostil.

"Aww. Poor P-Chan."

She slid out of bed and crossed the room, pulling off the blood soaked pyjamas and slipping into clean ones. She found some of the blood has soaked through onto her skin and dried there. She picked off most of it, though it left a red mark.

"Come on, P-Chan," she sighed, picking his sleeping body from the bed and holding him to her breast. He gave a contented whine.

She left her bedroom, padded down the hallway and into the bathroom. She turned on the hot water tap and, while the bath filled, undressed.

Steam curled around the room. P-Chan's eyes cracked open as she carefully untied his bandana. For a moment they were sleepy, but a second later had flown suddenly open. There was a scitter of tiny trotters as he tried to make a break for the door.

"P-Chan!" Akane cried, picking him lightly off the floor and holding his squirming body gently but firmly. "It's just a bath."

She climbed into the bath and dropped P-Chan lightly into the hot water.

At which point the distressed piglet squeel suddenly became a cry of, "No! Don't put me in the water!"