In any case, it was after watching this, not to mention some nth-generation copies of Yuu Yuu Hakusho, that Blade had an idea. A fearful idea, a disturbing idea, an idea of the sort that most people could only come up with after inhaling a variety of random substances. Or at least consuming prodigious quantities of alcohol. But Blade did neither, probably because he couldn't afford it. Which is a pity, really, because if he could, he'd only be doing harm to himself. Whereas instead, in bitter vengeance against a world that had deprived him him of enough money to get safely plastered (not to mention drawing talent, likability, good taste, or the ability to persuade all the blind fools on RAA* that Ranma can beat Batman, Ryouga can beat Ranma, and Tarou can kick everybody's ass), he decided to create something nobody else had ever or would ever dream of creating, at least without the aid of inhaling random substances, as above.
He decided to write a fanfic about Toguro Ani.
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V'WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
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WARNING: The Surgeon General has determined that this fic should not be read by anybody, regardless of age, health, gender, medication, or religious beliefs. Thank you.
Alright, now that we've got that out of the way...
Ah well. You don't really need to know Ani to get this fic, although a cursory knowledge of Yuu Yuu Hakusho helps. Also a good tolerance to really weird, sick, demented occurings. With that in mind...
On to the fic itself!
Yes, all that buildup was for this. Ain't it great?