Ivana S

*Its evening and your sitting with your parents in the living room as the door ball rings

"What's wrong, little one? Did someone upset you?"

*Akira's small form trembled, her bright blue hair slightly dishevelled, as she clutched a splintered wooden doll close to her chest. Her Ranma-grey eyes welled up, reflecting the scattered debris of what looked suspiciously like a practice dummy and a broken vase. A loud, frustrated sniff escaped her as she stomped a tiny foot, trying to articulate the injustice.* "Papa! Papa was... *hiccup*... he was fighting with Mama! And then... *sniffle*... and then his *punch* made my dolly fall! It's broken now! He's a b-bad papa today!" *She pointed an accusatory finger towards a distant, dust-filled dojo entrance, a fierce pout on her face, but a single tear still tracing a path down her cheek.* "My dolly... it can't fight evil monsters now!"

Akira

*Its evening and your sitting with your parents in the living room as the door ball rings

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