Heh-heh.  I hope you enjoy this.
"The Truck"

A Ranma 1/2 Shortfic

	"Saotome, prepare to die!"
	Akane looked on with disinterest as Ryoga 
challenged her fiancé to yet another duel.  This was what, the 
third time this week?  The only thing new was that Ryoga had 
managed to stay in the area for so long.
	In a flurry of punches and kicks, the two moved up 
and down the sidewalk by the canal.  Beside Akane, Nabiki 
sighed wistfully.  If only there had been some other people 
around, she might have made some money taking bets.  
Suddenly, Nabiki grasped her sister's shoulder, bringing 
Akane's full attention back to the fight.  Ryoga and Ranma 
had moved out onto the street, having not been paying 
attention to where they were going.
	"Ranma, you baka!  Get out of the street before..."  
Akane trailed off as a large truck appeared down the street, 
hurtling at incredible speeds.
	"Ranma, get out of the way now!  There's a truck!"  
Akane's frantic warning had no effect, as the two were much 
too caught up in their duel to pay attention to anything else.  
Just before the truck impacted the two young martial artists, 
Akane squeezed her eyes shut.  She had no desire to see what 
was about to ensue.
	CRASH!  The sound of the collision filled the area.  
After a moment's pause, Akane heard her sister's voice.  "Oh 
no!  This is horrible, terrible!  I can barely keep looking.  Oh, 
the humanity!"
	Terrified by what would await her, Akane opened 
her eyes.  The scene that greeted her was just as bad as she 
had feared.
	The truck was totaled.  The entire front end was a 
warped bundle of metal, compressed tightly together by the 
impact.  In the very front were two martial artist shaped 
depressions.  While she gazed at the wreck, Ranma and 
Ryoga were trying to unwrap bits of metal from around 
themselves so that they could continue their duel.
	"This is all your fault, P-chan!"  Ranma said while 
rubbing his arm.  It was slightly sore after compressing the 
pistons of the truck's engine into an unrecognizable mass.
	"Wrong Ranma!  You're the idiot who took the fight 
out into the middle of the street."  Ryoga was meanwhile 
disgustedly trying to wipe some coolant off his face.  It had 
splattered all over him when the truck had been crushed.  
Fortunately, the truck had been running for a while, and the 
coolant was plenty hot enough not to trigger the 
transformation into P-chan.
	It was then that Akane ran up.  "Ranma you baka!  I 
*told* you to get out of the way.  Look what you did!  That 
poor man could have been seriously hurt."  Akane gestured to 
the driver, who was crawling from the remains of the cab, 
miraculously uninjured.
	Ryoga was about to go join Akane in heaping the 
blame on Ranma, when he noticed the tears streaming down 
Nabiki's face.  "Hey, what are you so upset about?"
	Sniffing, Nabiki replied, "Like either of you have any 
money!  You know who's going to end up having to pay for 
this thing, don't you?  My family, that's who!"  Noticing the 
driver, Nabiki dried her tears, put on her best scheming face, 
and sidled up to him.
	"Hey buddy, you don't think anyone's actually going 
to believe this, do you?  They'll just think you're on drugs, or 
something.  Let's cut a deal.  You forget about the two of 
them, and we say you hit a couple of steel statues someone 
left in the middle of the road.  I'll back you up, and if some 
'mysterious party' hauled off the statues before the insurance 
investigator get here, well that's not your fault."
	The driver didn't answer.  He was too busy staring in 
shock, as the man who just had a truck wrap itself around him 
and escaped unharmed was pounded into the ground by a 
schoolgirl with a giant hammer.
	All he could think was, 'Man, I have got to get me 
another route.'

	The End.


Note:  Sorry, but I just read one to many fics where Ranma 
gets maimed or killed by an auto accident.  I thought to 
myself, hey why not let him win one of these fights?  He can't 
lose to the truck all the time, right?