A sweet, short fanfic. :) If you don't mind, I'll try to comment
on the grammatical/accurate part of your story, since you've probably
haven't gotten any feedback on that yet. :)

    Ranma sighed.  <*Why* couldn't he do it?>  He'd wanted to...for all

this time.  But everytime he tried, something went wrong.>
	I think you need to move the thrid > (The one after wrong)

"That is just *one* possibility,

	I don't think you're going to give us any reason as to why
Ranma-m knows so many possible futures and how he got there, right?
Well, I can't complain... :)

All of a sudden, he was the Ranma in the mirror, and

as he sat at the table, Ukyo serving him some of her special okonomiyaki,
he realized that though Ukyo was a good friend, that's all she was, and there
would never be more, not after Akane.
 
     Ranma blinked.  He said "Ok, I see your point."

	Wasn't Ranma in the scene? IF he was, how come he said something an
Ukyou didn't notice?

    "Come now, I've heard the stories,

	I don't think you chose the right people... Toma and Kirin
only appear once, and they never appear in the manga (If you're
going according to the anime, then that's fine). Mikado doesn't
keep going after Akane after their match, and I sincerly doubt
that Ranma, Ryoga or Akane told anyone about Shinosuke. Maybe
using Ryoga (leaving Akane confused about this, of course :)),
Kuno and Gosunkugi would be better.

    Ranma and Akane held each other for a long time that night, letting

their hearts tell each other what the other had wanted to hear for so long.
	This is a good sentence, but I mangaed to pull three
conclusions out of here
1) They talked about their relationship 2) They slept in the same 
bed 3) Something lemony went on here. :) 

    Later that night, Ranma was dozing off when he heard, faintly, like

on the breeze, "Thank you Ranma....you'll never know what you've done."
He was surprised to hear his own voice, if a few years older, but *not* the
same voice as the mirror-Ranma--this voice was the same
age...but...infinitely...happier.
	Awww..... That's so seet. :)

	(BTW, the 'seet' up there, is meant to be sweet.)



	Isabel Arantes