Subject: [REPOST] [FFML]Thin line...part one
From: Geoffrey Ty
Date: 2/13/1997, 5:07 AM
To: Fanfic@fanfic.com
Reply-to:
ryougaecho@abraxis.com

People said they missed this...so here it is again.



I'm pretty sure on my romanization of Chinese, but feel free to flame me
if I'm wrong.
I know my Japanese is correct.
(This is someone thinking.)
<This is in Chinese.>
[this is a song playing to set the mood.]

This is my second attempt at Fanfic. The first one wasn't pretty. Slated
offensive on 3 ISP addresses under an assumed name. C&C of course.
RYOUGAECHO@ABRAXIS.COM

Most Characters are property of Takahashi. Not for profit use.

Takahashi-sama, honto ni gomenasai. :(

	"The Yin, The Yang, and The Thin Line Between."

Part one....



::::Some nerve...::::


"Nothing so much prevents our being natural as the desire of appearing
so."



=====
[...one is the loneliest number there ever was...]playing in the
background.


Calm, easy breeze blowing. Mild overcast. 

Late autumn.

Mildly urban Nerima. Calm.(relatively speaking, of course.)

The Weekend.

A fence guardrail for the drainage.

Ranma -very- slowly walking the top of its length.

(Chikkusho.) He's wearing his long sleeve, sky-blue tunic, and his grey
Communist China hat.
He looks from left to right from time to time.

(I just had to open my big mouth.)

Late afternoon. Ranma continues to kick himself.

(I coulda just kept right on going, not said a thing, but nooooo...)

He wanders down the length of the fence before it runs out, coming to a
large power pole. He stops, and spins on the ball of his foot and begins
to walk back the way he came. (How am I going to get out of this one?)
He looks towards the sky, pondering possible gifts. (Candy? Naw, she'd
think I was making a crack at her cooking, or think she was fat or
something.) 

Ranma smiled to himself. He wouldn't have thought that far a head a
month ago.

He was making progress.

(Well, uh, Flowers?)That line of thought seemed to bolster his spirits.
(Maybe...) He checked his pockets, frowning in disappointment at the
result. (Scratch that...)


--[-flashback-]--

same day...10 30 am.

Ranma's running down the stairs towards the livingroom, a text book on
English in his hand. "Hey, where's Akane?"

He lands, and no one is in the living room. "Huh," he exhales in
dissapointment. (Well, uh.., Oh! Yeah!)
He begins to remember things he was told. (Nabiki spent the night at her
friend's.) He walked  toward the kitchen, taking in the fragrance of a
very mild soap. Peeking in, he noticed the dishes, cleaned and dried, in
a rack next to the sink. He could almost see an ethereal Kasumi
straitening the area, putting away things and making activity known.
(...and Kasumi said she'd be taking the train to pick up a special blend
of Liquor for...what was it?) he scratched his head, thinking for a
moment. He walked backwards until his back hit the stairwell. (That's
right...for the autumn festival..) He exhaled deeply.

Where was Akane? He needed help with his English, as much as he hated to
admit ever needing help.

Especially to her.

"KiyaaaaAAAAHHH!!"

Crashing type noise.

Ranma instantly knew where to go. 

::cut to the dojo::

Akane with a broom sweeping up the broken mortar bricks. 

She mildly noticed Ranma enter, not showing too much interest. "Hey
Akane. I've been looking for you," he said easily, coming to a stop at
the doorway.

"Yeah?" she said wearily. Ranma knew there was something wrong, as she
never broke bricks anymore, unless she was mad.

But she didn't look mad. In fact, she looked like this ever since they
tried to get married and everyone wrecked everything.

She looked bored.

That made Ranma uneasy.

"I need some, uh...," he stumbled off dumbly.

Akane looked up. (Now what does he want?) She stopped sweeping and gave
him an irritated look, only barely noticing the school book in his right
hand. "What is it?"

Ranma's entire resolve left him. A cold wind swept him, so cold it would
make an otter shiver. And It seemed to blow out from Akane.
"Uh...it's....it's nothin'." He turned around, dejection oozing from
him. He hung his head in defeat, walking numbly down the steps to the
practise hall. "Didn't mean to bother you."

Akane watched him leave, her cross look dissolving. (What was that all
about?) "Ranma?" she said softly, knowing full well he was out of
earshot.

Ranma's disappointment soon turned to anger as he climbed the stairs.

(Dammit,) he thought in English, throwing his book from the door across
his temporary room ferociously. The papers whooshed at the exposure to
the air and a loud clump when the hardback struck the wall  He found the
English curse unable to carry his frustration. (Kuso!)


--flash to present--

(Why was she so icy?) Ranma sat down on the fence facing th drain, his
legs dangling. (What did I do to her?) He stewed in his thoughts. (I
think it was me...I mean she can't stay mad at anyone like she does
me.)  He laughed at himself for being proud of such a stupid thing.

He swallowed hard.

(Maybe it was before the wedding...) He thought of Akane in the western
wedding dress, questioning his love for her. (She didn't seem to happy
after that.) 

He chortled.  (Especially after I ran for the Nannitsuang.) Ranma began
to think of her in the dress. (I miss her smile...)

He sat up straight in shock. (Where the hell did that come from?) he
questioned. 

He calmed down quickly. He knew exactly where it came from, (but I don't
have the guts to say it...some martial artist.)

--::flashback again::--

Some hour or so later, still before noon.

Ranma, supremely bored, has resorted to the one last option left to him.

:input Psycho shower scene music:

The Television.  ::Voice over Beavis, screaming AAAAAAAAAA Noooo!::

He clicked through the channels numbly, meaningless shows and
commercials barely registering in his vision. What else could he do? He
hated English. Bad enough he needed help, but Akane was the only one who
could right now.

Ugh.

He'd go to the dojo and practise, but Akane was in there.

Ugh.

He clicked off the TV and laid back, his legs still under the table.
(What am I going to do now?)

Akane walked in, still wearing her off-white gi and her head band. She
passes by Ranma, paying little attention, while Ranma carefully followed
her actions. (Always so tense...) he thought, even as she walked up the
staircase.

A little while later, she returned, wearing a Blue skirt and black
stockings to match her black sweater with blue stripes. 

A guttural noise issued, Ranma being all too familiar with it.

He was hungry.

Instinctively, he tried to look into the kitchen for Kasumi.

"Don't bother," Akane said dryly, apparently noticing his
actions."Onee-chan won't be back till late." Ranma watched her walk past
him.

Right towards the kitchen. 

"Uh," he stood up to follow.

"Now what?" She stopped short, anger filling her tone.

They stood close. "Are you going to..." He pointed stupidly at the
kitchen doorway, his hand moving the curtain to the side.

"Would you rather starve?" she barked sharply, her eyes lighting up.

"I dunno," he laid his hands behind his head, not really thinking. "I
mean, if I gag it up later, wouldn't it be the same as starving?"

(oops.) Ranma -felt- her clench her fists.

"Why you....! BAKA YAROU!"

Pan back to the dojo. The foundation struts shake.

A dog on the shores of Hokkaido turns its head sideways, wondering what
the noise was.


::Back to present::

(She never said Yarou....to me....ever...) He looked down towards the
slow running water below him. A bird can be heard chirping. *yarou is
very, very strong and masculinely harsh insult*

Ranma pushed off the fence towards the street, and began walking to the
bridge.
 
The bridge. Where the current generation of the Saotomes went to think.
His pace was still slow and he turned a block, not knowing that Ryoga
had just turned that corner 40 seconds sooner and was now on his way to
Guma prefecture.

Ranma reached the bridge and walked down the hill to come by the bank,
only to see it occupied. He saw a large boy already near the edge,
stretching gingerly. He wore black sweats that read  -Kung-Fu- down the
leg in English, and Converse Chuck's. His sweat shirt bore a very odd
and complex Kanji with at least 30 strokes. He couldn't for the life of
him remember its meaning. Something about 'dull'.

Then the guy began doing kata. Ranma sat down on the incline, analysing
his moves. (Dang, not bad. Real controlled.) Ranma recognized the kata
vaguely as the second Shotokan form, using several short motions with
power, using hard techniques. When travelling with his father, he had
watched the other styles and studied them before. Relatively simple,
direct movements. Ranma was impressed, not by the style, but by the
artist. Most people didn't strike him as the type to study these thing
for real, but it was becoming apparent to him that he needed to think it
over.

He finished the Kata and began another. (Whoa,) he thought, entranced by
the extreme contrast to the last kata. These move were supremely
graceful, exploding in many direction like a burning flame, moving
forwards on one field like a great wind, yet solidly and steadily like a
rock. It was beautifully laid out yet functional in every motion, and
the guy wielded it like the back of his hand. (This is...) he stammered
off, entranced by the form as it came to a close.

(I gotta see him do that again.)

Then, they guy did a Kempo form opening. (Ahhh, 4rth tiger's form...)
Ranma thought appraisingly to himself, watching the opening with a
reminiscent eye. Ranma watched his introduction carefully, not 20 feet
from the tall boy. He stood up and jogged lightly to stand in front of
him, just before the guy finished the introduction.

"Hi. I'm Ranma." The guy stopped his introduction, turned to face Ranma,
and bowed deeply, soundlessly. "Oh, yeah..." Ranma bowed formally,
recognizing the invitation to join in the 2 person kata.

They began. 

Ranma was launched into a meditative like state, knowing full well that
his partner must be as well, for he had comparable skill. They moved,
Ranma very fluidly, the other more solidly. Punches moved easily,
deflections even smoother. (This guy's no way as fast as me.) Ranma
threw the long tornado kick as the other grabbed it and pushed into a
simple counter-throw. (Probably a little stronger...I could take him...)
Ranma chided himself in his head. (Not now, dolt.) Then the unthinkable
happened.

The guy hit Ranma.

Squarely in the chest.

And it hurt.

(How in the..?) Ranma recoiled but knew that he couldn't stop the form.
The rhythm was established, yet Ranma remained confused. He knew this
co-op form like the back of his hand. He and Pop did it frequently when
they traveled. And he should be able to stop whatever this guy could
dish out anyway. Ranma was a little upset as he threw a volley of 7
punches, expecting the familiar blocks.

...except the last 2 connected.

Right in his face.

Ranma was about to apologize for striking him in the face, but then his
partner went into the next move of the form, ignoring the shots as best
he could. (Damn, I know better control than that.) 

They finished the form. Bowing deeply and slowly to each-other. Ranma
was able to get a better look at him. He was an entire head, maybe more,
taller than Ranma, just slightly heavier build. His face was
calm, looked remotely Asisn, maybe Indian*(ednote--NOT native American),
with brown hair and
really depressing brown eyes. (He looks as bad as I feel,) Ranma
thought, returning to the problem that
would soon face him.

He stuck his hand out. "Taira."

(Huh?) Ranma was confused. (Oh, his name.) He took his hand, clumsily
shaking it. "Your good."

"What is meant?" Taira replied.

(Great, he kinda speaks Japanese.) "At forms," Ranma tried to clarify.

"Just forms?"

"Huh? No! That's not what I meant!"

"Joke, just a joke..." Taira said to calm Ranma, who was now flailing
his hands. "I must go, depart."

"Huh? Oh, sure." Ranma watched the foreigner turn and begin to walk up
the hill. "Hope I see you again!" He called. (Wow, I met someone...)

"Perhaps!" Taira called.

(...I hit him, and he's still trying to be my friend....I think I like
outsiders.) He followed him with his glance as Taira walked to the other
side of the bridge and disappeared around a building. (I do hope I see
him again...but, I've got other problems...) Ranma walked up the hill to
the pavement.

=====

At the Tendos.



about 4:50



Akane had finished cleaning the house for the second time, still fuming
about the day. (Jeeze, I can't even do him a favor...that jerk...) She
promptly punched the pillow seat as she set it down next to the table.
(Maybe I've been to rough on him...) she sighed as she sat down, looking
at the tea she had boiled for herself. She carefully nursed it in her
hands as she drank the warm fluid. 

Akane was proud of the fact that she had resisted temptation to
'improve' on the tea, trying to keep calm as she simply boiled the water
and put the ground leaves in the cup. Now she realised that that was
probably the best thing she could have done. It actually tasted okay.

ring ring

Akane walked over to the entrance and picked up the phone. "Hello?"

Nabiki's voice sounded on the other end. "Hey, sis. What's up?"

"Oh nothing. I just made some tea."

"Good for you." she said with underwhelming enthusiasm.

"Hey! Its pretty good, too!" her anger gave her a reminder of Ranma's
similar jests.

"Whatever."

"When are you coming home?" she asked expectantly.

"That's the thing. I've been invited to stay another night. Seeing as
how were short on food, I figure I'd take up the offer. Let Kasumi know
when she gets back, `kay?"

"Okay, for a fee."

Nabiki stuttered. Had her little sister just tried to extort her?

"Gotcha."

"Aren't you cheery. I guess I would be if I was alone with my fiance`,
too." Nabiki knew she'd fall for this little trick. She always did.

"What!? Why would I want to hang around that jerk?" She had said that
surprisingly calmly, much to the intrigue of her sister.

"Now that's cold. What did he do this time? Make fun of your cooking,
again?"

"That's.... !" 

silence.

"He did? And your this cold? Hell, Akane, I make fun of your cooking.
Ah, Koriko and I are going to catch a movie. Tell Kasumi!"

Click

Akane hung up the phone carefully. She walked silently back to the
living room. (Am...am I really that..,) she thought, sipping the cooling
tea.

(So what!? He deserves it!) she blurted out to herself, her hot anger
coming to her easily. (What has he done for me lately?) She slammed the
tea down harder than she intended, spilling some of the contents. (Why
does he act like such a jerk?) She stood up to go to the kitchen for a
rag. (Next time, I'll just shut up.)

She comes back just in time to see Ranma going up the steps. She watches
his slumped form stumble upward and out of sight. (What's his problem?
Where's he been?) Still holding a damp rag, she ignores the issue for
now and turns back towards the livingroom.

Shortly, as Akane watches TV, Ranma returns and sits on the far side of
the table, away from her. (Where he get that scratch on his...) she
trailed off, trying not to look at him. "So, where were you?"

"Walkin'," he answered.

(Golly, he sounds awful.) She still didn't look back. (Could it have
been my...? No....) Akane stands and goes into the kitchen to get some
distance. She opens the fridge and pulls out a platter of snack crackers
she had made earlier and also set a kettle a boil. (Have I really gotten
that deep into him?) she thought absent mindedly turning the stove, its
pilot flickering as flames leapt to life. She also grabbed for two cups
without thinking. She carried the warmed kettle and the platter back to
the living room.

Ranma hadn't moved. He was still staring blankly at the table, like when
she had left. She softly set the tray at the center, and realised she
had two cups. She tried to hide her flush with anger. "Here," she said,
trying to sound more venomous than she had. Ranma numbly looked up and
took the cup, holding it as she poured.

She sat down, trying to look as though she was watching the TV. Ranma
moved towards the center of the table. (Here it comes,) she thought.
(Wonder what it'll be this time. 'oh, look, someone left out the
leftovers too long' or maybe, 'What died on the plate?')

Ranma made no sound. He simply grabbed a cracker, stuck it in his mouth
carefully, and crunched it.

And swallowed.

After about five minutes, Ranma stood up and went upstairs again without
a sound.

(Ranma...?)

====

8:50pm

Akane was in her room now, the sounds of some activity were heard
downstairs. Her father and Mr. Saotome talking about the seasonal
festival and the booth they decided to set up over their shoji board.
Kasumi bustling in the kitchen. Other familiar noises.

(Drat. Ranma, why do you have to go and do things like this? Why won't
you grow up? Now you make me feel bad...) she sat down on he bed,
clutching at her pillow. (You're so nice sometimes...) His face crossed
her mind. He never really smiles, not normally anyway. She remembered
him eating the snack crackers --which were awful-- with a straight face.
Just plain old Ranma. Ranma who could have brought down three dynasty in
China. Ranma who made fun of the world around him, but didn't even laugh
about it. Ranma who saved her more times than anything in a normal life.

Then he smiled. Ranma never really smiled. He smiled, she realised, for
her...

...which turned into a laugh.

(...And such a dumb, jack-ass other times!) Akane was embarrassed to
admit to herself that she couldn't decide weather to hug or slug him.

Then there was a knock at her door. She gulped. "Come in."

The door creaked open, Ranma's head peaking in. "Can I?"

She nodded, trying to look tense.

He entered, closing the door as quietly as he could, looking very
uneasy. "Can we talk?"

Akane folded her arms across her chest. "What?"

He sat straddled in her chair, his arms leaning against the back.
"I'm...sorry..."

Ranma had good practise at saying he was sorry. Her resolve began to
melt.

"I mean...I'm sorry I hurt you..."

That caught her off guard. (Hurt me?) She developed a knot in her throat
as he spoke.

"I learned a good lesson today, from an foreigner of all people," He
swallowed. "I learned that sometimes, I.." he choked, trying to fight
the bug in his throat.

(You what, Ranma?)

"I...," he took a deep breath, ready to force the words out. "I hold
back when I shouldn't...and I..let out too much when I shouldn't..." He
took a couple breaths, reliving the experince from the boy from earlier.
"I didn't mean to hurt you. I don't like to see you upset."

Akane was floored. Ranma had just exhibited humility, which she knew was
not possible. All anger was gone, replaced by curiosity and something
else she couldn't identify.

"Then...why..?" she asked almost soundlessly.

"I don't know..." he stumbled off.

silence

"Can I make it up to you?" He reached out and put his hands on her
shoulders. "Please?" he said resolutely, only a breath away from her
face. She felt the strong insistent grip hugging her shoulders
carefully. She looked deep in his eyes with anticipation, hoping
something would happen to break the moment, yet, fearing that something
would.

"Ranma..." she felt herself being sucked in by his strong gaze. "I...its
okay.." she struggled.

"No its not..." he said in a crescendo, letting her go to stand up. "I
act like a jerk," as he paces her room,  "and say stupid things on
purpose just to agitate you. Its not right, Akane. Pop is right, I
should treat you better, but I...I...I'm...."

A deafening and festering silence ensued.

She carefully read him, knowing all too well. (Your embarrassed....to
say...to do...to act like...,) she finished for him, where he could not.
(Oh Ranma.)

"You don't have to do anything ...you....don't want to..." she said,
walking up to him.

She stood close to him. Ranma seemed to want to say something. "I...I
want..to be able to...." he looked away, his face flushing.

"...want what?" she prodded softly. (Jeeze he's really red..)

"I want to see you smile," he said flatly.

She gulped as she also turned crimson. He turned his head to face her,
putting his hands on her shoulders again. "Akane..." Her pulse began to
quicken, anxiously awaiting him to make a move.

He leaned in closer. She closed her eyes, tilting her head up.

And then he was gone. "Akane, wasn't Nabiki supposed to return tonight?"
Kasumi's soft insistant voice filled the room.

"Yes, I know she said so. Do you know where she is?" her father added.

"Uh, yeah, Dad," Akane stammered. "She said that she was going to stay
the whole weekend. Sorry I...didn't say sooner."

"Well if that is all...," her father left the doorway.

"Akane you should really keep the window closed. Its much too cold to
leave it open."

"Hai, Onee-chan." The door closed. She turned to look at her open
window.

For a moment she gazed with longing out it. (Damn him, he's so shy...)
Her thoughts weren't nearly as angry as she expected them to be. They
were almost, kind.

Then Ranma craned down, filling the window with his up-side-down form.
She jumped him a little. She hated it when he did that. "Sorry," he
said.

She smiled as she approached the window. "Old habits die hard." he
stammered.

She kissed him lightly on the cheek. He seemed to turn to ice. She held
his slate blue gaze for a long time. "G'night, Ranma." She slid the
window shut. "Thank, you."

On his face...

"G'night Akaaaaaaaaaa----"

crunch

"Watch what yer doin!" he wailed from below, clutching his head. "You
clumsy..!" (He watched as the light went off.) "Oh forget it."

"Whazza matta, Ranma? Get turned down cold again?" Happosai growled.
Ranma gagged at the smell of the pipe smoke. He turned to face the old
man sitting on the rocks.

"Yeah whatever. What are you sitting out here for, freak? Where's your
nightly hoard?"

"How rude!" He flicked a hot coal at Ranma's face, Ranma ducking calmly.
"I was having a nice peaceful introspective moment, then CRASH! You show
up!"

"It's not like that!"

"Come on, Ranma." he pointer accusingly at him with the pipe. "We all
know why you end up out of the window of Akane's room."

"She wasn't...I mean.. I was apoligizin`!"

"Oh so! You were finally tryin` to start somethin?"

"No...!"

"Calm down, boy! You should learn better from your mistakes!" he inhaled
deeply on the long pipe.

"I...Mistakes!? I'll show you a few mistakes.....::cough::" Ranma
promptly gags on the face full of smoke issued to him.

"Its rude to interrupt your elders."

::Between coughs:: "I guess your as elder as they come."

"How do you expect to carry on the Anything Goes school if you fall
victim to the simplest taunt!"

Ranma opens his mouth, but is interrupted. "Yes, Dear. If you wish to be
better than you are, you must learn from your mistakes." The source of
the mature woman's voice became apparent.

"Yeah, Mom." He watched his mother, in her typical evening Kimono
rustling softly as she approached.

"Nodoka! How sweet! It's been so long!" Ranma saw something he never
thought he'd see.

Happosai bowed to his mother.

"Yes, master Happosai. It surely has." She bowed in kind and drew a seat
on the boulder next to him. 

Ranma was about to warn his mother but somehow, he didn't think anything
was going to happen.

"Ranma."

He looked up at the mention of his name.

"Dear, you've never been able to admit anything about yourself to
anyone, wether or not it was good or bad."

"But..."

"Don't interrupt your elders, dear. You were drawn right into the
master's distraction."

"Think about it, m boy. What if that were a fight? You'd have lost your
focus...and probably your life with the people you end up fighting."

Ranma's throat was developing a knot. It was strange that his mother was
siding with that freak. It was making him sick. 

"Master, please leave us."

"Ranma, expect some rough housing tomorrow!" With that, the venerable
little form leapt to the loft of his room.

Ranma watched in nervous tension as his mother came to sat down next to
him, apprehensive at what was to come.

"Ranma, when you lied to me...," he flinched, "Why? Was it because you
really feared for your life?"

Ranma scratched the back of his head. "uh.."

"I know you, my son. At least, now I know you. You feared that I would
be disappointed in you." she wrapped an arm around him, rocking back and
forth lovingly. "...didn't you?"

Ranma was shaking

"Well...uh...not really a man among men..," he finally said weakly.

"Ranma," Nodoka waved her finger back and forth. "...you've missed the
first lesson again. But tell me, would you lie for Akane?"

His mother watched her son blanch.

"You've laid your life down for her before," she continued as if she
didn't notice "...Ranma, would you lay down your honor as well?"

Ranma flinched again. He began to draw his arms up around himself.
(Well, dolt!? she waiting!)

(Why would she ask me something like this?)

"Ranma? Answer your mother."

(What would you do for that tomboy? Put your honor on her? On that
violent girl?)

"Y.yes..." he was shaking, his lack of resolve bringing him to his
knees. "I would..."

She came to the ground with him, holding him at the shoulders. "Why do
you tremble? Do you find the truth painful?"

(Why -am- I shaking?)

(Because it terrifies you that you would give up something that
precious.)

(It's that precious? Why would you give it up then?)

(Because Akane is more.)

He seemed to calm, the words having an effect on his resolve.

(She means more to me than my word?)

(Yes.)

"No, Mom. It's not the truth."

(She's everything to me.)

"What then?" She helped him stand. But he averted his gaze.

"It's...I...I'm ashamed." Ranma clung to his mother, trying to keep his
voice steady.

"If it is shame that holds you, then you must come to terms with it. I
cannot help you, dear." She held him tightly. "Much as I would like
to...."

(Shame? Why shame? What have I got to be ashamed over?)

(Because I've lied to everyone but only fooled myself.)

"You are manly when you have shame, but your are only a man when you
face that shame. What you must do.....I think you know what..." She
pushed him to her arms-length to get a look at him. He still looked
away. "But don't wait too long." She forced a smile. "Now go to bed. You
still have Sunday to look forward to, then back to school."

"Aw, dang."

=====


"There, my Master. Do you feel it?"

"Yes..yes...the ki is incredible. We must pursue it, he could be the
one."

"Wait...there are others..."

"Yes...Their ki is almost as strong, but different somehow."

"Good."

"Good?"

"Yes. The more choices the better. The strongest will emerge without
uncertainty."

"In the meantime, I will survey myself."

"You can't be serious!"

"You would question her words, ingrate!?"

"No, master."

"However, sister, I will accompany you. Give me this much peace of
mind..."

"Very well. We cannot wait too long."

-======


***END***
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