Some day, this will be a "Last.fm/NetFlix/Amazon for web fiction"
(both original and fanfiction) where you can search
across many different hosting sites or rate what you've read and
get recommendations. However, life keeps throwing more urgent
projects my way, so I don't know when it'll be ready.
A very male Ranma turned over on his futon that night, recalling the conversation with his father. Yeah, the sisters had looked out for him… To some extent, at least. Akane could barely stand him and he was already in debt two thousand yen with Nabiki. Did Pops honestly expect him to be a fiancé to any of 'em…? Even Kasumi was a bit on the scary side. He was beginning to suspect that accidental splash at of water at supper hadn't been so accidental after all. More like a poorly veiled excuse to cuddle with his critter form. Not that he was one to talk, but the entire household had issues. Big ones.
Ranma Saotome, cursed heir to the Anything Goes School of Martial Arts drifted off to sleep and as he did, barely paid any mind to the voices he was hearing from the depths of his subconscious. If he would have been more aware, he wouldn't have identified them as voices, per se… but sounds… Like they were trying to tell him something. Something that sounded like…
…Miyah?
Crapspace: Where Fiction Goes to Die!, Chapter 32
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