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Honor
I've done it again. Not surprising, really. As I watch, the hated mallet comes out, swings in a trajectory aimed for my head. I just stand there and take it. A part of me, the martial artist, yells that my arms should be moving, cross block, anything, stop it from hitting me.
'Cept I can't.
It's hard to explain why I let Akane hit me with that blasted thing. I know I could easily avoid it. After all, there's no way Akane could touch me if I didn't want her to.
If I didn't want her to.
Think about it.
Honor is what cements me in place, holds me immobile so that I can only watch helplessly as the instrument of punishment rains pain upon my head. I've hurt Akane somehow, so it's only fair that I'm hurt in return, right?
At least, that's what my honor is saying. I don't hit girls, but I let them hit me. Simple.
Not.
I have to release it somehow, my fear, my pain, the stress and hardships I endure daily, always in my life. Everybody views me as a something to their advantage, or a hated enemy. Sometimes in both categories. Akane can't stand my guts, Shampoo and Ukyou want to satisfy their honor, forget Kodachi, and Kunou, Mousse, and Ryouga all have grudges against me, real or imagined.
I have to let it out.
Most people with my abilities would take up punching bag and basically demolish it, but I'm not most people. Hence my reputation of a thoughtless, leap-before-you-look, insensitive baka. I'm driving Pop and Tendou-san crazy, what with all the fights me and Akane get into 'cause of my mouth. I know I could avoid most of them, but I don't. I need an outlet for the darkness inside. Which is why whenever you see me and Akane together, we're usually in a shouting match. But there's a reason behind it.
It's on purpose.
Ranma no baka.
~owari~
Notes: It was when I was reading a fic that I realized most of the R1/2 girls have absolutely no problems plugging Ranma, unlike just about everybody else in the series. Add to that the fact that this is the same Ranma who defeated Akane so handily when they first met, and—to my skewered way of thinking— it was a case of 2 + 2 adding up to 5. =^_^=