ok, this is about chibi-ryouga.  he is my fav, so i was trying 2 come up 
with a reason y he's alwayz so grumpy, i know it can't ALL b becuz of ranma. 
  i guess this is an alternate dimension becuz i added in a some1 who wasn't 
in the manga.  that's about all .... oh yeah, this is a VERY VERY dark 
fanfic.  well, here it is:

	Ryouga walked into the kitchen and climbed onto a chair at the table.
He swung his legs and looked around quickly to see if anyone was in the room.
        No one.  He climbed onto the table to look out the window.  He 
wished he could go outside, but he wasn't allowed.  No one left the house 
without Orin.  She was the only one in the family who had a since of 
direction.
       Soon she would be back with their father.  He shuddered at that 
thought.  He didn't want his dad to get back home - he scared Ryouga.  He 
saw his older sister and his dad walking up to the house and he felt a stab 
of fear.
	'Where to hide?' He asked himself.  He jumped off the table and looked 
around.  Then he ran to the lower cabinets underneath the sink and climbed 
in right as the door opened.
        'Okay, I'm going to go to the living room and watch some TV.' Orin 
said.
	'Why don't you go and play at one of your friends houses'?'
He asked.
	*No, no, don't leave!* Ryouga thought.  *I don't wanna be with daddy!*
	'Okay, that'll be fun!' She said and walked out the door.
	'Ryouga?' He asked, walking into the kitchen.
	It was now that Ryouga was *sure* that his dad had kid-sensors in 
his head.
        Ryouga didn't make any sound at all, but his dad seemed to know 
right away where he was.  Ryouga bit his lip, closed his eyes and tightened 
the ball he was curled into.  Maybe if he got small enough, when he opened 
up the cabinet, his dad would miss him - wouldn't see him...
	'Ryouga, why are you doing under here?' He asked, opening up the 
small door.
	'N-n-nothing.' He stammered.
	'Well, you'd better come out now.'
	'No, that's okay.' Ryouga said.  *Maybe I can just stay in here for 
the rest of my life*
        'C'mon, you'll get cold down there.' He said and pulled him out 
gently.
        Ryouga came out and hoped that Orin would come back.  Maybe she 
forgot her shoes?
       'Now, come here and give your father a hug.'
       'Uh-' Ryouga stammered looking at the piece of would that his dad had 
been hiding behind his back.
      'C'mon, give me a hug!'
      'No....no, please. I don't want to...' He whimpered.
      'Don't be frightened, I won't hurt you...'
      *Run?  No - no place* to *run.*   Then Ryouga released he was backed 
into a corner, he slumped down, still staring fearfully up at his father.
      'Momma- momma says I shouldn't do something if it scares... m...me...' 
Ryouga said, trying to think of an excuse to leave.
      'You aren't scared of me, are you?' He asked, 'You like the games we 
play, don't you? Don't we have fun, Ryouga?'
      'No....no!' he yelled and tried to bolt, but the man cracked the piece 
of wood down hard against his shoulder.  He fell, dazed and in pain. The 
wood cracked down again, onto his ribs this time and he let out a soft, 
half-choked whimper.
      'Now get up. I told you to do like I asked you! Now we can't play so 
much!'
     The six-year old Ryouga was glad.
     He didn't like the games. They frightened him, and usually they 
involved his dad's rough, cold hands touching him, everywhere.  Ryouga 
shivered. And now, the hands came again, probing his ribs, up his shirt, 
stroking his belly and his chest. He felt sick, sick and cold.  Now he was 
stripped off his shirt, and he was even colder.
     He tried to curl up, tried to get away, but he as pushed down flat on 
his back. He shuddered violently, knowing what would come next. His sob of 
fear was cut off by the man's brutal mouth clamping over his; suffocating 
him. He struggled; unable to breathe, until at last the lips lifted, and he 
sucked in air in short gasps.
     But again, he whimpered, knowing what was next. The man played this 
game with him often; a game of kissing and touching that made him feel sick, 
humiliated and horribly afraid. The hands were cold, running over his torso, 
below his ribs and to his belt. He twisted; praying that some miracle might 
stop this.
     A miracle indeed happen, he heard about five giggling voices coming up 
the driveway.
     Orin was home! Yes! His father released his hold on Ryouga, and the 
six-year old grabbed his shirt and bolted, in the process knocking a glass 
of the table. He ran up the stairs to his room, free, but still terrified.
     He went to his room and slammed the door.  He crawled onto his bed and 
laid down on his pillow.  He felt tears slide down his cheeks and tried to 
stop them, but they kept coming.  Then he got angry and rolled onto his 
belly.
     'I'm gonna be strong one day.' He said into the pillow.  'I'm gonna 
stop him.  I'm gonna be the strongest person in the world.'
     He felt his eyes close, the tears stopped and sleep took over.  
*Someday*