I can't believe it. I'm finally done. Well, the first draft, at
least. I can't even remember when I started this thing.
I'll keep the pre-comments short, and save them for the ending.
I think I'm rather pleased at how this came out, but still, it could use
improvement, so, please, tear into it as fiercely as you want. Stuff
in [...] are parts I'm unsure wether I should keep, or cut, or change;
also, a lot of the later stuff might be a tad rough, since I havn't
really revised it much. And if it occasionaly seems a bit rough on the
transitions... well, I wrote it over such a long period of time that, not
only do I think i might have forgotten exactly what I was doing at times,
but i think my writing style actually changed a bit - but, please, point
out these rough spots!
And finally, many thanks to Zen, who's excellent C&C helped immensely
with the writing of this fanfic at every stage of its creation. And
thanks to those who C&Ced the early portion on it when I released it to
the FFML way back when.
***
Apron Strings
by
Michael Noakes
Standard copyright disclaimers.
(February 17, 1997)
***
Apron Strings
Mama now I'm coming home
I'm not all you wished of me;
A mother's love for her son
Unspoken, hear me be;
Well I took your love for granted
And all the things you said to me;
I need your arms to welcome me...
But cold stone is all I see.
-Mama Said, by Metallica
Ranma stepped back, wiping the sweat from his brow, the
training post quivering from his last flurry of punches. The bright
afternoon sun glinted off his bare chest as he took deep, calming breaths,
winding down from his workout. He cooled off quickly, the air crisp
and fresh, carrying both a sharp edge hinting at the coming winter, and
the rich, cloying scent of fallen leaves and cherry blossoms.
Behind him, Kasumi was laying out the laundry to dry, the
shirts and pants and sheets billowing in the wind. Some ditty she was
cheerfully humming to herself drifted to his ears; he couldn't make out
the words, but it still brought a small smile to his lips. The fathers were
playing shogi outside, enjoying tall glasses of iced tea and the weekend
sun, as Nabiki read a book, stretched out beneath the tree by the pond,
listening to a new CD on her discman.
Turning away from his exercise, he let out a contented sigh.
Ranma wandered over to the dojo steps while slipping on his shirt,
gingerly stepping around the shattered remains of cinder blocks. He
smirked slightly - trust Akane to spend such a beautiful day smashing
bricks. Oddly, though, he hadn't found her loud kiais annoying, or out
of place; instead, they'd sounded, felt, just right. Glancing around for
her, he caught a glimpse of Akane heading into the house. Ranma
caught himself smiling at her retreating back, made a half-hearted effort
to stop, and kept on smiling.
Sitting on the stairs, he languidly stretched out his legs.
Everything just feels great today, he thought. What a beautiful day.
Behind him, a figure detached itself from the shadows and
skilfully crept toward Ranma, its eyes gleaming evilly.
Akane straightened her gi, tightened her belt, and closed the
broom closet with one foot. She leaned back against the door with a
small grin, feeling happy and relaxed - a mood she'd been in all too
infrequently since Ranma and his father had arrived. But the last week
had been wonderful: Ranma had managed to remain at least civil at the
worst of times, polite and friendly at his best. And then there'd been the
firework display two nights ago, at the carnival... their shoulders had
brushed and they'd held hands, watching incandescent showers bloom
in the evening sky. She smiled at the memory.
And today... today had been perfect. No arguments, no snide
comments, just a wonderfully relaxed day of leisure. A soft grunting
reminded her that even P-Chan had found his way back, discovered this
morning by Kasumi. Her pet pig wandered out of the kitchen and
toward the stairs, looking confused. She scooped him up from behind
and held him in a tight embrace.
"Does P-Chan want to help Akane sweep up her mess?" she
asked. The piglet nodded with a snuffle as she started to walk back
outside. She'd sweep up the remains of the cinder blocks, and then
maybe go for a walk in the park. Seeing Ranma waiting for her by the
dojo, she wondered if maybe he'd like to come as well.
"It's such a nice day, isn't it, P-Chan?" she said, looking to her
pet. "I don't think anything..."
There was a sudden surprised yelp, quickly sliding upwards an
octave or two. With a sigh Akane glanced outside. Ranma - now
female - was jumping around, screaming, something firmly attached to
her rear. When she reached over to grab it, it slid to the front, fondling
the redhead's breasts. Happosai. Well, he was bound to show up
eventually, thought Akane. It was probably Ranma's fault, anyway. As
she watched, Ranma tried pummelling the old man in the head, only to
stumble backwards into the pond, losing her shirt in the process. Well,
maybe it _wasn't_ Ranma's fault. Maybe she should help her out.
Akane took a step toward the door when the phone rang. She
glanced around, but everyone was busy: Nabiki turning up the volume
of her music, Kasumi protecting the laundry, her father splitting his
attention between the shogi game and Ranma's struggles with the
pervert.
"I'll get it!" she hollered, then muttered "Not that any of you
probably heard it in the first place!" She reached the phone by the
fourth ring. Releasing P-Chan, she picked up the receiver.
"Hello? Tendo Residence." she said. A brief pause as she
listened. "The Saotomes? One second, please!"
She placed the phone down and headed back to the door.
"GIMME BACK MY SHIRT!" yelled Ranma, chasing after the
old man. With a leap she disappeared over the wall. Ok, guess _he_
wasn't available for the phone, thought Akane. Maybe Mr. Saotome...
Or maybe not. Judging by the panda bear playing shogi and
sipping iced tea, Mr. Saotome had been splashed during the brief
struggle. Akane shrugged and returned to the phone.
"I'm sorry, sir, but the Saotomes aren't, ah, available right now.
Can I take a message?"
She listened intently as the voice over the phone spoke. Her
hand started to tremble, ever so slightly. After a minute, she spoke in
a wavering voice. "I... yes. Tha... thank you." The receiver was
carefully returned the receiver as she took a deep breath. "Oh no... "
she whispered.
She stood still for several moments, P-Chan looking up at her in
concern. Finally, she headed outside, her pet pig and broom forgotten.
Akane told Mr. Saotome what the man on the phone had said.
[Moments later, the tortured howl of a panda bear echoed eerily
throughout the neighbourhood.]
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
Ranma wearily hopped over the wall of the Tendo household.
What a day. From peace and calm and relaxation to... well, what could
only be called a six-hour martial arts marathon through the streets of
Nerima. He'd finally caught the little creep, though, and made him pay.
Since, by then, he'd already missed supper, a small stop by Ucchan's had
been in order. Probably better off that way, anyway - Akane had been
threatening to cook supper again. Although, he admitted as he reached
the door, she _had_ been getting better at it... and her rice curry really
wasn't all _that_ bad. He shrugged. I'm sure she'll understand, he
thought, then smirked. No, not likely.
He slid the door open, stepped into the family room... and froze.
The entire family was there, waiting... waiting for _him_ No. Not
everyone. Akane was missing. And the tension in the air... something
was wrong, terribly, terribly wrong.
He took them all in at a glance: Nabiki's face a mask,
unreadable, neutral, and carefully controlled; Mr. Tendo with tears
running down his cheeks (though that wasn't anything special in itself);
Genma, sitting next to him, a contorted image of grief, back bent, body
trembling, eyes puffy and red from heavy crying, the tears obviously
barely held back. And Kasumi... even Kasumi appeared drawn and
pale, hands wringing nervously in the folds of her apron. Kasumi,
worried - that scared him most of all. A sick feeling formed in the pit
of his stomach.
"Hey! What... what's going on here?" he asked, closing the door
behind him, trying to hide the slight tremor that had crept into his voice.
There was a subtle shifting, as Nabiki and Kasumi looked
towards the two fathers. Mr. Tendo let out a small sob, while Genma
started to shake.
"Hey! What... " Ranma glanced around the table. "Wait! Wh...
where's Akane?" A sudden fear gripped his heart. Akane! Where was
she? Was she ok? What happened? "Is she... "
"Akane's fine." said Nabiki, her voice a chilling monotone.
"She's in her room." Ranma relaxed slightly, the terrible sensation
seeping from his chest.
"Oh." He tried to force a grin. "Hey, c'mon, her supper couldn't
have been _that_ bad!" he said.
His words sounded obnoxious even to him in the resounding
silence that followed them.
"What, did someone die or somethin'?" he desperately joked. A
terrible wracking sob tore itself from Genma's throat. An acrid taste
rose in Ranma's throat. The hollowness returned to his belly. He
suddenly realised he was starting to tremble.
"WILL SOMEBODY TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON?!" he
yelled. His father looked up, eyes rimmed red and filled with tears.
"Your mother..." croaked Genma, then was overcome by
another sob.
"WHAT ABOUT MOM?" He was at his father's side now,
grabbing the man by the collar of his gi. He hauled Genma off the
ground. "What happened? What's going on? ANSWER ME, OLD
MAN!" he shrieked, violently shaking him. Genma responded with
another sob.
"Your mother..." started a voice behind Ranma, hesitantly.
Ranma spun and saw Akane, her eyes and nose crimson, P-Chan
cradled in her arms.
Ranma dumped his father to the ground and looked at Akane
beseechingly. "What... what's happening, Akane?" he pleeded.
"Your mother... is dying, Ranma. She's in the hospital. We've
been waiting for you to get back, to go visit her.
"They say she probably... she probably won't live out the week."
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
"Please understand... you won't be able to stay for very long.
She's very weak, and it's very late." whispered the nurse. "I'm sorry."
The nurse backed out of the room, softly closing the door.
The figure lay upon the bed, the hospital bed sheets a sheath
encasing her torso, arms uncovered and lying to her side. Nodoka. Her
face was pale, drawn and tired looking even in sleep. Akane felt a slight
trembling in her lower lip, but resolved not to cry; she had to be strong,
if not for herself, then for Ranma. She noticed absently that the
Saotome katana, wrapped and sheathed as always, was carefully
propped up in a chair near the bed.
Nodoka stirred slightly at the sound of the door clicking shut.
Opening her eyes, she looked at her visitors, and smiled; suddenly, the
Nodoka that Akane knew was back, the caring eyes and pleasant face
replacing the frail woman who'd been there a moment before. "Mr.
Tendo! Kasumi, Nabiki! And Akane! I'm glad you came." she said,
her voice still strong and cheerful. There was a pause, and then she
added. "Oh... Ranko couldn't make it. That's... too bad." She sounded
disappointed, or hurt.
There was a brief silence amplified by the tension in the room.
It was Soun who broke it. "Mrs. Saotome, " he started, his voice
carefully controlled. "We didn't come alone. We brought... visitors."
Akane stepped aside with her sisters, as did their father. Behind them,
huddled together nervously, were Ranma and Genma. Ranma was
staring at the ground, but his father's eyes were locked upon his wife.
"Husband!" she whispered. "You came! At last..." Her voice
rose with expectation and hope. "And... and is that... Ranma?"
Upon hearing his name Ranma's head snapped up. His face
wore the same mask he'd slipped into since they'd first left the house: a
carefully neutral expression that revealed little of what he felt. Yet
when Akane saw his eyes, she could tell, she _knew_, what he was
feeling: intense grief, burning shame, seething anger. Since when have
I understood what going on in _his_ head?, thought Akane, as both
father and son stepped forward, kneeling next to the bed.
"Mother... " whispered Ranma, enfolding Nodoka's hand in his.
"I... " His head drooped forward, forehead touching lightly against their
coupled hands. "I... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..."
Nodoka slowly reached over with the other arm, her hand falling
upon the back of Ranma's head like a benediction. "For what?" she
asked softly.
"For... not being here. Being with you. Being your son.... For
leaving you behind." he whispered. "I... "
"Shhh..." she hushed. Her hand slid down his face, caressing his
cheek, lifting his head by the chin. "There is nothing to be sorry for.
You were with me. Where and when it most mattered." She smiled at
her son, who tentatively returned it. Nodoka looked pleased, but to
Akane Ranma's smile seemed terribly forced, a facade meant only to
make his mother happy.
Nodoka drew her son into an embrace, arms weakly draped
around Ranma's neck, their foreheads meeting. "I'm so glad to finally
meet you, Ranma. Son. _My_ son."
Akane jumped slightly as she felt a hand fall on her shoulder.
"I think we should leave now." whispered Kasumi in her ear. "This is
their time together." Akane nodded numbly as her older sister steered
her out of the room, bringing Nabiki and her father as well.
"I'm so proud of you, my son." said Nodoka. "And of you,
husband, for raising him to be such a fine man..." Her words were cut
off as Kasumi firmly closed the door behind them. The following
silence in the darkened hospital hallway felt chilling to Akane. She sat
down heavily on a wooden bench near Nodoka's room, lost in thought.
What were they saying? What was Ranma thinking? How was he
taking this? Then her thoughts turned darker as unpleasant memories
intruded.
"Hey, you ok, sis?" Nabiki's voice interrupted her brooding.
"Huh?"
"I was asking if you were alright." Akane turned to face Nabiki,
who had seated herself next to her. Her face seemed as impassive as
ever, yet Akane thought she could detect a trace of concern in it.
"Ye... Yes. Yes. I'm... ok. I was just thinking of Ranma." said
Akane.
"I'd wager that you weren't...."
"What?" Akane's eyebrows shot up at Nabiki's remark.
"You say you were thinking of Ranma, because that's the right
thing to say. But you weren't. You were thinking of Mom, right?"
"I... yes. A little." Akane took in the entire hospital with a
sweep of her arm. "This hospital, that room, Mrs. Saotome in that bed...
it all made me think of her. Kinda. I was so young back then..." She
hesitated. "Is... is that wrong, Nabiki?"
Nabiki shrugged. "I dunno. Ask Kasumi - that's her
department. I'm not good with that stuff. All I know is that this is
gonna cost us a lot." She stood up, brushing her clothes off with quick,
sharp movements.
Akane felt appalled at Nabiki's statement, but bit back an angry
retort. Nabiki began walking away. "I need to get a breath of fresh air.
I'll be back in a couple of minutes." she said over her shoulder.
"Nabiki..." said Akane. Her sister paused. "How... how did you
know that I was thinking? About mom?"
"Because... " Nabiki answered, a slight wavering in her voice.
"Because I was thinking the same thing." And she walked away,
quickly disappearing around a corner.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
Wood shattered. Rock splintered and earth scattered as Ranma
vented his fury upon the dojo, its equipment and surrounding terrain.
With a final yell he sank to his knees, pounding his fists into the ground
with a dull thud, a dark shadow amidst pools of electric light.
The Tendos watched from the safety of the house, unsure of how
to approach the enraged boy, apprehensive of his unrestrained anger.
"Wow. Ranma's really losing it!" muttered Nabiki.
"His mother, Nabiki. His mother." said Kasumi softly, placing
one hand on Nabiki's shoulder. "He's losing his mother."
Nabiki shrugged. "Well, somebody oughta go talk to him. He's
tearing the place apart."
They watched as Ranma staggered to his feet and into the dojo.
Moments later there was a loud smashing noise. Kasumi winced, her
grip tightening slightly on Nabiki's shoulder. "At least..." she started,
then hesitated.
Nabiki glanced at her elder sister questioningly. "What?"
"Pardon?"
"You said: 'At least...', then stopped. At least what?"
Kasumi winced slightly as a hole was torn in one of the dojo's
walls. "At least he's letting it out..." she said.
Nabiki snorted. "Oh yeah, lucky us. You have any idea how
much this is costing us? Where's that mighty martial artists' famed
discipline I keep hearing about?"
Kasumi shot her a slightly disapproving look. "I'm sure you will
think of a way to cover the costs, Nabiki. But for right now..." she said,
returning her attention to the dojo, "He needs to vent his anger. It will
be better in the long run. I remember when mother died. I found a way
to deal with the pain; so did Akane." She paused for a moment.
"Actually, Akane dealt with the pain in much the same way that Ranma
is now. Father understood as well that she had to let it out. Pain like
that... pain like that couldn't be, shouldn't be held in." The hand on
Nabiki's shoulder squeezed once. "I can't imagine what it feels like,
carrying that kind of pain inside every day."
Nabiki was silent as Kasumi pulled away. Outside, two figures
silently crossed the distance from the house to dojo.
Akane glanced at Genma as they approached the training hall.
Beneath the glasses, his eyes were dark and slightly bloodshot, a grim
resolve apparent in his unflinching gaze; apart from that, however,
Akane found it impossible to determine what the man was feeling or
thinking. His quick, solid stride forced Akane to hurry alongside him,
almost stumbling in the late night darkness. A heavy, moisture laden
wind pulled at their clothes, carrying the scent of imminent rain.
All too soon they arrived at their destination. Only then did
Genma hesitate, briefly, as a scream and crash escaped from the
building. His hand dropped from the door handle to his side, quivering,
fist clenched - and a moment later, gripped the door frame and hurled
it open.
Akane gasped at her first clear sight of Ranma. His hair was
wild, his clothes dishevelled, face gaunt and flushed with anger. The
few lights in the dojo cast his shadow across the floor and onto the far
walls, where it danced threateningly over them all. He spun as his
father stepped into the dojo, pulling his fist from a hole in the floor.
Pulverized cinder blocks and wrecked equipment surrounded him.
"Ranma!" stated Genma in a stern voice. "This must... "
"Shut up, old man..." growled Ranma.
"No! You WILL listen to..."
"SHUT UP!" screamed the boy, launching himself at his father.
Genma stood unflinching till the last moment, sidestepping, grappling,
and throwing his son to the ground.
"Listen to me, boy! You can't keep tearing the dojo apart! We
are _guests_ here! I understand that you're hurt..."
Ranma stared at his father as he slowly regained his feet. "You
understand? You _understand_?" His tone turned venomous. "How
could _you_ understand, old man? You have no idea what I'm feeling;
no one does!" Ranma stared down at the ground, trembling with rage.
"You were there, you heard... she called me honourable. She called me
brave and strong and manly. Manly!" He gave a bitter laugh then shot
a hateful look at his father.
"But it's a lie! All lies!" he spat the words out through clenched
teeth. "All of it! Honourable? How often have I lied to her, how many
times have I played Ranko to save my own life? Brave? Not brave
enough to tell her the truth! Strong? No, weak... too weak to stand up
against your stupid ideas! Manly?" He slowly sank to his knees, falling
back on his haunches, back bent. "Yeah, right..."
Genma softened as his son crumbled before him. Taking a step
forward, he placed a comforting hand on Ranma's shoulder. "Son..." he
began softly.
Ranma's head snapped up, eyes blazing. "I am _not_ your son,
old man..." he snarled. Before the man could move, Ranma rose,
twisted, grabbed him by the arm and hurtled him across the dojo.
Akane watched in shock as Mr. Saotome smashed into the far wall and
tumbled to the ground in a heap. Slowly struggling to his feet, he tried
to speak. "Ranma. Son. Don't... Listen..."
"NO!" growled Ranma, running toward the dazed figure.
"Don't you _dare_ tell me what to do, old man! Don't you _ever_ dare
tell me what to do... Never. Again!" His kick caught Genma in the
stomach, doubling him over; he fell to the ground as Ranma hooked his
father's legs and tore them out from beneath him.
"This is all _your_ fault! It's your fault I'm a girl!" he slammed
his fist into Genma, screaming, with each statement. "It's your fault I
never told mom the truth! Your fault she thinks I'm Ranko, your fault
she never had a son, your fault I wasn't with her, couldn't protect her,
couldn't know her, couldn't save her...". Never once did Ranma's father
try to dodge, or block, or break free - instead, he silently absorbed his
son's rage, eyes squeezed shut with pain.
Finally Ranma stopped and hauled Genma up by the collar.
"Why don't you defend yourself, old man?!"
The battered man flinched away from his son's glare. "I... I
can't..."
"What kind of father are you?" demanded Ranma in a hoarse
whisper.
Tears spilled from Genma's eyes as he saw the hurt and hate
etched in his son's face. "I'm sorry... son."
For several moments Ranma held him, Genma limp in his grasp.
Slowly, the boy's arm started to quiver. "Not. Good. ENOUGH!" He
screamed, releasing Genma and fiercely kicking him in the stomach.
The older man went flying backwards, crashing through the wall and
out of sight. "Not... enough..." mumbled Ranma. "Never enough..."
As Akane watched, he slowly sank to his knees.
Ryoga watched from the doorway as Akane hesitated, walked
forward, stood behind Ranma, her hand falling gently on the pig-tailed
boy's shoulder. His rival started slightly at her touch, then reached back
with one hand and clasped hers. Ranma's eyes never left the floor,
Akane never spoke a word, the two perfectly still in the flickering pale
light. For once Ryoga realised that he didn't feel any jealousy or
animosity towards his enemy.
I've often wished Ranma dead, thought Ryoga. I've wanted him
hurt, tortured, punished for all the pain and misery he's inflicted on my
life. But this... _this_ I would have never wished upon him. Even if he
brought this pain upon himself... even if he blames his father for
everything... he doesn't deserve this. Ryoga watched as Akane kneeled
before her fiance, taking both his hands into hers. She said something,
words of comfort and reassurance, spoken so softly that Ryoga couldn't
make them out. He looked away.
"I'll have my revenge on you someday, Saotome." he whispered
under his breath. "Just... not today." Ryoga turned away from the dojo.
"... it's ok for you to cry, you know." said Akane softly. "There's
no shame in it."
Ranma shook his head in denial, eyes still downcast. Akane
sighed. "Listen, Ranma..."
"NO! You listen!" interrupted Ranma, sounding upset. "You
weren't there, Akane. You didn't hear what she said, how happy she
was to see me, how happy she was that I was a _man_. A manly man.
"And that... that's why I can't cry. Not for her, not for my mom.
I'm a man. Even with this curse, I'm a man. And if there's one thing
men don't do... it's cry. For as long as she lives, I won't betray the image
she has of her son. I can't betray that image, that idea... it's all I've ever
given her, all I _can_ give her, to make up for all those lost years. So
don't ask me to cry, don't tell me it's ok... 'cus it's not." Ranma raised his
head, looked at Akane, his eyes seeming to beg for understanding, for
support.
Akane sadly shook her head from side to side. How could he
think that, how could he honestly believe such a thing? Seeing Ranma's
eyes narrow in anger, she sighed. "I knew you wouldn't understand..."
he muttered.
Akane slowly stood. Ranma's features were mostly cast into
obscurity in the darkened dojo, her shadow overwhelming his crouched
figure yet melding with it on the far wall. She walked over to the
doorway, looking up at the night sky. The district lights obscured most
of the stars, but the few strong ones shone through. "You were wrong
about one thing, Ranma" she said, speaking softly but clearly. "Some
people _do_ understand what you're going through."
She heard a bitter laugh from behind as Ranma stood up.
"Yeah, right." he said. "Like who?"
"I do."
[There was a deep silence. She heard Ranma walk up behind
her, till she could almost feel his body pressing against her back. She
heard him take a deep, ragged breath.
"Really?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
She nodded without turning.
"Then what am I feeling?"
An all too familiar pain surfaced in her chest; the passage of
time had dulled its edge but never its intensity, and unbidden tears
nearly sprang to her eyes. Her instinct was to shy away from the
unpleasant emotion. But she couldn't - not if she were to help Ranma.
Memories awoke in Akane: memories of sitting on her bed, sobbing, the
loss of her mother a physical agony strong enough to make her want to
curl up into a ball, to wrap around the hollowness in her stomach; of
standing by her mother's death-bed, struggling to remain strong,
consumed from within by a sense of terrible weakness and impotent
rage; or, weeks after the death, stumbling across a forgotten artifact of
her mother's - a brush, perhaps, or some trinket that, not long ago, had
seemed so meaningless - and feeling the grief well up and fill her, like
an ill-healed scab suddenly torn open, and she would wail or lash out or
simply collapse...
Now, though, those terrible feelings from the past were buffered,
for each painful memory carried with it one of comfort: Akane could
remember Kasumi wrapping her comforting arms around her and gently
rocking her; or holding hands with a stony-faced Nabiki as their mother
slept away her final hours; or her father gently taking her and holding
her and telling her the story of the item's significance. But the pain was
still there, and real... and she _could_ understand. "Oh, Ranma..." she
said. "I lost my mother, too, you know... I remember the pain, the
feeling of loss... and the anger at not being able to do anything."
She turned around to face him. 'I understand..." she started to
say, but then fell silent at the sudden bitter look on his face.
"That's it? And... you think you understand?" he whispered
coldly. "You understand?" his eyes glittered dangerous as he glared at
her.
"I... I..." she started to utter, hesitantly.
"So you lost you mom! So what? So _what_?" His voice
turned venomous. "Pain... loss? You think... you... Anger! No. No.
I won't... I can't talk about this... not with _you_. Just... just go away!"
Akane shied away from Ranma. Hurt, bordering on fear, chilled
her. "Ranma, I... I can help!"
"No you can't!"
"Yes! I can... I can under... you can _make_ me understand!"
For a moment, he was silent, and Akane wondered if maybe she
was getting through to him; but them, she noticed that he was starting
to shake slightly, his face darkening, his fists clenching so tight ly the
knuckles were turning white. "Go. Away." he hissed.
"But I..."
"I DON'T WANT YOUR HELP!" he screamed. "I DON'T WANT YOUR
UNDERSTANDING!"
Akane fell back before Ranma's overwhelming rage and sorrow,
and he continued to advance on her.
"_You_ were a kid when you mom died." he said, his voice
lower but no less fierce. "She knew who you were! You never had to
hide from her! You never had to lie to her! You never had to act the
stranger, reaching for your mother but never, never being able to touch
her!"
Akane stumbled out the dojo door, into the cool night air, down
the wooden steps.
Ranma stopped and loomed over her, cast into silhouette by the
light beaming from the open doorway. "Ranma... why...?" she pleaded,
looking up at him. She could feel his gaze staring down at her, though
his face was hidden in darkness.
"Go away, Akane." he stated coldly. "I don't want to see you;
I don't want to hear you; I don't want your advice, and I most certainly
don't want you sympathy. Just leave me alone." He stared down at her
for several long moments and then, without another word, he turned
away.
Akane opened her mouth to answer, to scream or cry or yell
back, but all that came out was a strangled sob. Breaking out into fierce
crying, she fled back to the house.]
Ranma staggered to the centre of the dojo. "Akane..." he
whispered, wrapping his arms around himself. "I... I'm sor..."
"You know, Ranma, sometimes you surprise even me."
interrupted a voice from behind. He turned to see Ryoga stepping
through the hole in the wall left by Genma's exit. "To do that to Akane,
to hurt her like that... that's real low, even for you." Ryoga leaned back
against the wall, arms folded across his chest.
"Get lost, Ryoga." said Ranma, turning away.
Ryoga smirked. "You know, I was going to leave. I had no
intention of getting involved. Then I heard what you said to Akane."
He leaned forward slightly, lips twisting into a scowl. "There's no way
I can let that go unpunished, you know."
"Leave, now." Ranma slowly turned. He smiled - and it was in
no way friendly, or nice. "Before I hurt you, pig-boy. Before I hurt you
bad." He took a threatening step forward.
Ryoga shook his head. "No. Not till I've had my say."
Ranma stared at his rival. "If you don't go... I'll tell Akane that
you're P-Chan."
Ryoga gave a mean-spirited chuckle. "Oh, yeah, sure, Ranma.
Very honourable. Mother would be proud, I'm sure."
Ranma froze. He began to shake in anger, fists trembling at his
side, face contorting with rage. His mouth worked wordlessly,
incoherently, a low growl rumbling at the back of his throat.
With a slight, savage smile, Ryoga walked forward, towards the
dojo's door. He paused as he passed by his rival, who was still
quivering with rage, and stared him straight in the eyes. "It's all your
own fault, you know..." said Ryoga softly. "You blame your father, you
blame your curse, but there's no one to blame but yourself. You had the
chances, you had the time... you could've told her, faced her, let her
know who and what you are."
Ranma hand snaked out and latched onto Ryoga's throat. "Shut.
Up." he hissed.
Ryoga smiled. "Brave, Ranma. Really brave. Isn't that what
your mom called you?" The grip tightened. Despite himself, Ryoga
reached up and grabbed Ranma's arm - and found it solid and
unmovable.
"Oh yeah," he rasped, still smiling. "Really strong... but not
strong enough to hear the truth. Like a man. If only your mom could
see you now." The grip tightened again, cutting off all air... and then
dropped away, Ranma's hand falling limply at his side.
Ryoga walked away, speaking over his shoulder. "But of
course, she can't. It's too late, now. And it's your fault.
"It's time you face your responsibilities like a man. For ruining
my life. For ruining Akane's. For ruining your mother's. Hell, for even
ruining your own. There's no one to blame... but yourself." Ryoga
reached the door and turned to face a livid Ranma one last time before
leaving. "We'll settle the score some other time. Defeating you now
would be... wrong. Not the actions of a honourable martial artist." He
paused. "You know, I was going to leave on a training voyage, Ranma.
But now... I can't. After what you said to Akane, how you hurt her...
it's my duty to go and comfort her."
"I'll never forgive you for this..." snarled Ranma.
Ryoga smirked a final time before disappearing into the night.
Ranma watched as Ryoga stepped away. Anger drained away,
leaving only cold emptiness and bitter pain. Ryoga's words... hurt.
Hurt... because they were true. It was his own fault. His mom... she
should've know, should have been told, she didn't have to live alone,
without family, without husband and son. And all because he had been
too afraid to face her. Ryoga was right.
And now Ranma was alone. Everyone had been driven away:
his father, battered; Akane, battered as well, emotionally; and finally
Ryoga, the bastard, the pig, probably already snuggled up with Akane
in her bed. How could he?, thought Ranma. How could he say such
things?
Because they're true, whispered back a part of his mind.
Because you needed to hear it, instead of pinning everything on your
father.
Ranma squeezed his eyes shut.
She can't die!, he thought.
I barely even know her!
I should've been with her!
If I had been... maybe she wouldn't be sick.
I...
I won't cry. I won't. I'm a man. Men don't cry.
And then he was standing in the corner of the dojo, staring down
at a bucket of water.
Men don't cry...
Moments later, wet and shivering, Ranma slumped down in the
corner. The first wracking sob tore itself from her chest; the tears soon
followed.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
"Ranma?"
He looked around upon hearing his name. "Oh. Hi, Kasumi."
Stretching his legs, he shuffled over a bit on the wooden bench. "Want
to sit down?"
"Thank you." she said, taking a seat. There was an
uncomfortable silence, during which Kasumi smoothed out the wrinkles
in her dress.
Ranma cleared his throat. "Ah.... so where's everybody else?"
Kasumi smiled slightly. "They are on their way. I left a little
early."
He nodded. His eyes stared at the door across the hallway from
them: Nodoka's. Kasumi, noticing the intensity of his gaze, placed a
comforting hand on his shoulder. "Is that where you have been all
morning?" she asked softly.
Ranma nodded.
"How is she doing?"
Ranma shoulder's sagged slightly. "Not..." he started in a husky
voice, then cleared his throat. "Not well. She... she's dying, Kasumi.
She already looks worse than yesterday." His words sounded thick with
suppressed emotions. She reached over and placed an arm around him,
in a sisterly embrace; he stiffened slightly at her touch, then relaxed.
"And... how are _you_ doing, Ranma?" she asked.
He shrugged. "Fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
The was a moment of silence before Kasumi spoke up again.
"We were worried about you last night..."
He withered slightly at her statement. "I... I'm sorry about the
dojo. Really. I'll find a way to fix it, or pay for..." He trailed off as
Kasumi shook her head, turning him slightly to face her.
"No. That's not what I meant. Where _were_ you last night,
Ranma? You didn't come home, and we couldn't find you in the
morning. Mr. Saotome wasn't talking..." she noticed Ranma's frown at
the mention of his father, "... and Akane said she didn't know."
Ranma winced upon hearing Akane's name. "Kasumi, how...
how is she? Akane, I mean. Is she...alright?"
Kasumi nodded. "She will be. She hid herself in her room,
crying, after talking to you in the dojo. She was very upset, Ranma."
Ranma wilted further at her words. "Did you... did you talk to
her?"
Kasumi shook her head, and smiled slightly. "No. I didn't have
to. Nabiki did."
"Nabiki?"
She nodded. "Yes. I don't know what they talked about, but
Akane looked better by the time she went to sleep."
"That... that's good. I'll have to talk to her, I guess."
"I think that would be a good idea." agreed Kasumi. Ranma
sighed, and fell silent. He watched as a doctor and nurse walked by
with hurried steps, speaking in hushed tones.
"So where were you?" said Kasumi.
"Oh. Oh yeah. Sorry. I slept in the dojo last night. I cr... I fell
asleep soon after Akane left. I woke up in the middle of the night and
went for a walk. A long walk. I got here when the hospital opened."
He jerked his thumb at his mother's room. "I've been in there since then.
Talking with her." He sighed and looked away, gazing down the hall
with a far away look in his eyes. "Well, more like I talked _to_ her.
She wanted me to tell her about my life, so I did.
"I don't even know if she was awake for most of it, how much
she heard. I think she kept drifting in and out. But I... I... I kept on
talking. About my trip, the training, the places I stayed. About you
guys, living at the Tendo Dojo. Mostly about you guys. Akane and
me. I'm not even sure what I've told her. I dunno, I wasn't thinking, I
was watching her the whole time, memorising her face, her features,
watching her breathe in and out." He turned his attention back to
Kasumi. "Did you know I look a lot like her? As a girl, I mean. I
could've been her daughter. It's strange that I never noticed it before.
Guess I never looked closely enough. Guess I was too busy hiding from
her..."
"Ranma..." said Kasumi, giving him a slight hug.
He shook his head and took a deep breath. "Well, whatever.
Anyway. Eventually, she fell asleep - a real sleep. My throat was raw,
and the nurse came to tell me I oughta let my mom rest. So I came out
here and waited. That was about an hour ago."
Ranma fell silent. Kasumi pulled away. "Ranma? I'm going
to visit a few friends of mine who work here... will you be alright?"
He nodded without a word. Kasumi stood up and headed down
the corridor. She had some visits she wanted to make, and little time to
do it. Her father and sisters would be arriving soon.
[When Kasumi returned, the rest of the family had just arrived.
They were standing clustered together uncomfortably by the door to
Nodoka's room. Ranma was standing apart from the group, back turned
to them. He was the first to notice Kasumi's arrival.
"Everyone's here." he said without turning. With that, he
opened the door, and led everyone in.]
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
The evening lights were cast into nebulous blurs, seen through
the rain-spattered window-pane of Akane's room. Chill winds hummed
against the protection the glass offered her. Abstractly, she felt thankful
for the warmth it provided, and yet, perversely, an urge to throw the
window open and allow the cold to gust in filled her. With a sigh, she
reached up and pulled the curtains shut; she could find little comfort,
and no answers, outside, in the dark.
Leaning back from her desk, Akane tried to force order upon her
chaotic thoughts. But the jumble of images tumbling through her mind,
- Ranma, holding his mother's hand, swearing his one word oath, -
Ranma, female, eyes dulled, passion dimmed, watching her mother
leave after another failed visit, - Ranma, fading, tearing into the forest,
enraged, leaving a guilt-ridden Akane behind to deal with her memory-
lapsed self-appointed charge, - Akane, standing, alone, by the water's
edge, fingering the tattered yellow scarf she had given him, he had given
back to her, - Her hand, in his, a bond that no one had yet broken, -
would not be stilled.
"Oh, Ranma..." she whispered, burying her head in her hands.
"Why? Why did you say 'yes'?"
A perfunctory knock interrupted her, the door thrown open
before Akane had time to answer or turn around. She didn't need to,
though - it could only be Nabiki.
"I can't believe this!" exclaimed the older sister, striding into the
room. "This is... this is insane! How could that, that... manipulative
bitch!... ask that of him? And how could he, how _dare_ he, agree?"
"Nabiki!" exclaimed Akane.
"Well it's true!" Nabiki stopped her pacing and turned on her
sister. "She's _using_ him, sis! Her own son. She's exploiting the guilt
and shame and his twisted sense of honour to get him to do what _she_
thinks is right!"
"Nabiki! She isn't..."
"Yes, she is." said Nabiki, cutting her off. "Listen, this is
_Ranma_ were talking about. He's _easy_ to manipulate; trust me on
this one, I know what I'm talking about. You've just got to know which
buttons to press... and Nodoka... well, she's pushing all the right ones,
and I doubt it's by accident!"
The chair scraped against the floor as Akane angrily stood.
"How could you?" she demanded. "How could you say such things
about Mrs. Saotome? Especially when... when she's all, all sick and
dying like that!"
Nabiki turned and stared at her for a moment before answering.
"Don't you get it? That's the whole point! She _knows_ she's dying,
she..."
"NO!" exclaimed Akane. "I won't believe that! Mrs. Saotome
is, is... is like Kasumi! Sweet and caring and loving... not devious and
manipulative." She pointed an accusing finger at Nabiki. "Just because
_you_ are that way doesn't mean everyone else is! You're just seeing..."
Nabiki cut her off with a glare. "I'll let that one slip by, sis, "
she said coldly, "'Cus I know it's been hard on you." She took a deep
breath and spun away, reaching for the door. "And I'll be back when
you're ready to talk."
The younger sister hesitated only briefly. "I'm sorry." Akane
mumbled. "I... I didn't mean to say that, Nabiki. Really." She turned
back to the window, hanging her head with a sigh. "It's just that today...
I, I guess I'm still a little in shock."
A moment later Nabiki hugged her from behind. "I know. I'm
sorry too." She held the embrace for a moment before pulling away.
"Listen, I... you... you're probably right. About Ranma's mom. I'm
probably just imagining things." Releasing her sister, she sat on the
edge of the bed. "It's just that I'm worried, sis. About you."
"Me?"
"Yeah."
"Don't be." Akane parted the curtains slightly, looking outside
once more. "I'll... figure something out. I can take care of myself."
[Sure, I can take care of myself, she thought, watching the rain streak
down the window, but can I take care of _him_? What am I going to
do? Why... why did he agree? She turned away, allowing the curtains
to fall shut behind her.]
Nabiki watched her sister from the bed, then flopped down on
her back, staring at the ceiling. The bed creaked slightly as Akane
joined her on the bed, then stretched out as well.
Time slipped by before anyone said anything. "You got any
idea what you're going to do?" asked the older sister, speaking to the
ceiling.
"Me?"
"Yeah."
"Of course..." she started, then died off. A moment later she
tried again. "No. What can _I_ do? It's out of my hands, isn't it?"
"WHAT?" cried Nabiki, turning one her side to face Akane.
"How can you say that? It has _everything_ to do with you! It's _up_
to you! It can't happen _without_ you!"
"But..."
"But what? Just 'cus the adults think they can do this without
consulting you doesn't mean you have to go along with it, you know!"
"It's... it's not that, Nabiki..."
Nabiki paused, and an incredulous look spread across her
features. "You... you don't actually want to... to go through with it, do
you?"
"NO!" Akane took a deep breath. "No. Of course not. But,
but it's just that... I don't know! I... just don't want him to leave... not
again, not like this."
Nabiki rolled back, rejoining Akane in her introspection of the
ceiling. Well, what she could see of it, that is - with the lights off, and
the curtains closed, the room was quite dark, save for a sliver of light
beaming in from beneath the door, accompanied by the faint bustle of
Kasumi cooking from the kitchen.
"I still can't believe he said 'yes'..." said Akane after a while,
breaking the contemplative silence.
"I can." muttered Nabiki. "But for all the wrong reasons. He's
so full of guilt, of, of... loathing and self-pity, he'd probably do anything
his mom asked. What gets me, though, is the way Nodoka..."
...stared deep into her son's eyes. "My son... my brave, manly
son..." she said, eyes glimmering, seemingly blind to the effect each
word was having on Ranma, "You have exceeded my every expectation.
You have grown up to be a man among men. I... I may die soon... but
I die happy, knowing that I have not failed you."
He drew in a ragged breath, confronted with his mother's
smiling, trusting, painfully withered face. "I... mo... mom. I..."
"There is... there is only one thing that I lack." she continued.
"One thing that I would ask of you, son."
Ranma straightened slightly, face hardening, eyes refusing to
flinch away from his mother's pleading gaze. "Anything, mother. For
you... I will do anything."
"I know..." she whispered, looking away for a moment. She
sighed weakly, then turned back to her son. "Son... There is but one
thing that I had hoped and prayed to see before I died. But your father
has failed in that regard... and now I must turn to you."
Ranma broke away from his mother long enough to glare at
Genma in fury, before returning to Nodoka. "Mom. Mother.
Whatever... Pop... didn't get done, or screwed up... I promise I'll set
right." He gave his mom's hand a light squeeze. "I _promise_. On my
honour. I won't fail you."
Nodoka smiled. "I... I'm glad to hear that. But I don't think you
fully understand. I'm not asking you to embark on a quest, or to fight
some foe. Those, your father has well prepared you for; this... this is
something that will prove far more difficult, I fear. I... I..." She
hesitated.
"Mom? Please. Ask me. Anything..."
"I would like to see you married. Before I die. Would you
marry Akane? Would you marry her... for me?"
Ranma hesitated for only a moment. His face never faltered.
Nothing betrayed his feelings. In a voice devoid of emotion, he gave his
answer.
"Yes. Mother."
"'Yes, _mother_'?" exclaimed Nabiki. "What kind of answer is
that? Not 'yes, I'll marry Akane.', not 'Akane... would you marry me?',
not even a simple 'yes!'. Why's he doing this? Because he wants _you_,
his fiancee?" Her voice turned acidic as she continued. "Or because
he's being a good little boy, and doing as mommy asked him?"
Akane flinched at her sister's caustic tone. "Nabiki. Please.
This might be hard on me... but it must be a lot harder on him.
Remember? That's what _you_ said, last night, after... after Ranma and
I... fought." The memory of last night still stung; she might understand
_why_ he said and did what he did, or at least _think_ she understood...
but it didn't make her feel much better.
"Yeah." said Nabiki, and sighed. "I know. It's just that..."
A sudden soft knocking on the door interrupted her. Both girls
turned as light from the hallway beamed in, bathing them in its warm,
golden light. They blinked as Kasumi stepped into the room. "Oh, I'm
sorry!" the eldest sister said, smiling. "Why were you two sitting here
in the dark?"
Akane gave a despondent smile. "Nabiki and I were just trying
to figure out what I was should do. She's against the marriage."
"And you?" inquired Kasumi softly.
"I... don't know."
Both younger sisters looked up at Kasumi expectantly. She
simply smiled happily at them before turning away. "I'm sure
everything will turn out fine." she said. "They always do. Oh, and
supper will be served in five minutes."
Nabiki and Akane shared an incredulous glance as Kasumi's
steps faded down the stairs. "You know, she's my sister, and I love her
dearly... but sometimes I wonder if she's living in the same world as the
rest of us." said Nabiki, shaking her head.
Akane nodded in mute agreement.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
"I'm sorry that supper was so simple tonight." said Kasumi
apologetically. "I was a bit rushed."
The meal laid out before them was, indeed, simplistic - well, by
Kasumi standards, thought Nabiki wryly. Compared to anything she,
or, god forbid, Akane, could come up with, it was wonderful.
Unfortunately, the quality of the food was ruined by the sombre mood
that hung over the table. The tension was almost palpable - and the fact
that Ranma wasn't around didn't lessen it any. Where _was_ that idiot,
anyway? He'd been missing ever since they'd left the hospital! She
continued to idly chew on a piece of meat, mulling over her sister's
predicament. The rain continued unabated outside.
"Excuse me... Father?" Kasumi's inquiry cut off Nabiki's
contemplation. Soun seemed to shake himself out of some silent revery
of his own and turned toward his eldest daughter. "I know now might
not be the best of times, but I have some errands I absolutely must run
tonight." She glanced down at her watch. "I'll have to leave in about
five minutes if I'm to get them done in time. If you don't mind, that is..."
Soun stared at her blankly for a few moments before nodding
once and returning absently to his meal. As Kasumi stepped away from
the table with some dirty dishes intended for the kitchen, Nabiki
wondered why her father seemed so preoccupied. She would've
expected him to be overjoyed by Ranma's acceptance of Nodoka's
request - after all, it was what he and Saotome had wanted for so long.
Neither of them had ever seemed to care by what means the two got
married, or wether their children even _wanted_ to do so. Perhaps it
had something to do with Mr. Saotome. The man had barely said a
thing since his fight with Ranma last night, and now sat silently across
from his friend, his food left untouched. He must _really_ be out of
sorts, thought Nabiki. It was hard to tell which was hurting him more -
the encroaching death of his wife, or the apparent distancing of his son.
Remembering what Akane and told her, how Ranma had turned on his
father in the dojo, Nabiki would have bet on the latter; Genma had
survived just fine for ten years without his wife... but he'd spent the last
sixteen in constant bonding with his son.
Nabiki watched as Kasumi stepped out of the kitchen. The
younger sister absently followed the elder one with her eyes as she
headed upstairs. Kasumi paused halfway up the stairs, letting out a
mild exclamation of surprise.
"Oh... oh my..." she said, stepping aside.
"Sorry, Kasumi." mumbled a male voice, and a moment later
Ranma appeared, heading downstairs. The assembled family watched
mutely as Ranma, after a brief pause, entered the room.
"Ra... Ranma." said Akane softly.
He paused. The two fiances exchanged a look, a moment,
saying nothing for several long seconds, until, finally, he wearily turned
his head away and down. "I'm sorry..." he said, crossing to the door.
"Where have you been, son?" asked Mr. Tendo, voice kept
carefully neutral. "We haven't seen you since the hospital."
The boy slipped on one of his shoes. "I'm... sorry. I was...
thinking. I needed to be alone."
"Where are you going, Ranma?" He turned as Kasumi
reentered the room, obvious concern marring her features. "Back to the
hospital?"
He shook his head. "For a walk. I'm going for a walk." He slid
the other foot into its shoe and gripped the door. "I need to..."
I can't believe this jerk!, thought Nabiki angrily. How _dare_
he? She sprang to her feet. "You can't just take off, Saotome! We've...
you've got to talk this through. With Akane. You can't just expect my
little sister to do as you say! This has to be..."
The hand gripping the doorframe shook slightly. He spoke
without turning, voice strained. "I'm going. For a walk." He threw the
door open with a jerk, almost knocking it out of its track. A bitter,
moist wind blew in. He almost seemed surprised by the rain and took
a half-step back.
Behind him, Akane slowly rose to her feet, hands clasped before
her. "Ranma, please..." she asked, a note of pleading entering her voice.
He bowed his head. "I'm sorry." he mumbled. "I need... to go
for a walk." There was a moment's hesitation, an ever so slight
flinching in his first step... and then she stood outside, soaked, hair and
clothing immediately plastered to her skin. As the family watched on,
she slowly trudged into the darkness and the falling rain.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
"What am I going to do?" asked Akane out loud. No answer
was forthcoming though, the silence of her unilluminated room
unbroken save for the faint sounds of arguing from downstairs - Nabiki
angrily attacking father and Mr. Saotome about the wedding. She
almost wished something would happen - a fight breaking out, perhaps,
or some ludicrously chaotic event - anything to take her mind off of
Ranma's promise. No. What she really wanted was for him to knock
on her door, enter, sit on the edge of her bed, and they could... what?
Talk it through, maybe. Convince him to change his mind. Or
something.
But, no. It wasn't going to happen. Ranma had made it
perfectly clear that he had no desire to talk to anyone, that he wanted to
be alone. Yet she felt herself straining unconsciously, hoping to hear a
sudden subtle rapping, or light steps approaching, or, or... anything, that
would indicate his presence. She listened In vain, of course.
No. Not in vain, Akane realised, hearing a faint snuffling and
familiar scratching at her door. Smiling slightly despite herself, she
crossed her room and opened the door. P-Chan glanced up at her before
waddling in. She silently closed the door and scooped up the little pig,
hugging it to her in a tight embrace.
"Oh, P-Chan... what am I going to do?" she murmured,
dropping back onto her bed. She held the pet above her at arms length,
where it looked down at her curiously; with the lights out, the curtains
shut, the eyes gleamed whitely, its body blending with the shadows. It
gave a soft grunt in response to her question. "I really wish you could
understand me, P-Chan. I could sure use someone to talk to..." The pig
gave a sympathetic squeal and tried to nuzzle her hand. It brought a
slight smile to her lips. For some reason, she never felt stupid talking
to her occasionally-pet pig. He might only be an animal, but he really
_did_ seem to understand. And he was a good listener... unlike a
certain baka she knew. "You _will_ listen to me, won't you, my little
baby?" she cooed.
The piglet nodded and waited.
Akane lowered her pet down onto the bed and ran a hand
through her hair. This is crazy..., she thought glumly, I'm talking to a
pig. A very _smart_ pig, she admitted, glancing at P-Chan who was
waiting patiently at her side, but a pig nonetheless. The only _pig_ she
wanted to talk to was Ranma - that idiot! How could he just run off like
that? But that look they had shared, that moment right before he left for
his 'walk' - there had been a... pleading in his eyes, a sorrowful
begging... but for what? For her to agree? Or for forgiveness, for
imposing the marriage, or the request, upon her? Or maybe he was
asking her _not_ to agree.
"Ohhhh, that _baka_!" she growled. "What does he _want_?
Why couldn't he just _talk_ to me? Why'd he have to go for some
stupid walk in the first place... especially when it's raining!" Why _did_
he have to take a walk? Akane considered that for a moment: perhaps
_that_ was what he's tried to convey with his glance - that he needed her
to understand that, right now, he still needed to be alone, to think. "He's
been thinking all day!" she muttered in frustration. "Now it's time to
talk this through! Nabiki's right - it's _my_ decision... I don't _have_ to
get married just 'cus his mother wants us to!"
P-Chan's surprised and outraged squeal made her jump. She
smiled as she turned to her pet. "Oh, that's right, my little P-Chan... I
guess you didn't know." she said, hugging him to her. "Mrs. Saotome
asked Ranma to marry me before she dies... Ranma agreed... and... and
I don't know what to do." The piglet's eyes opened wide in disbelief. It
bweed at her questioningly.
"Do I _want_ to marry him? Nabiki asked the same thing, and
I told her I didn't. But, really... I don't know. I really don't. I... I think...
I..." she sighed. "I just wished I knew what Ranma thinks about all this.
Does _he_ want to get married? I don't think I could marry him without
knowing... did he do it because he wants to, because he... he lo... loves
me... or because Mrs. Saotome asked him to do it?" She looked down
into P-Chan's eyes. "What do you think, P-Chan? Do you think he
loves me? Do you think I should marry him?"
The piglet shook his head vehemently at both questions.
She smiled slightly. "You don't like Ranma, do you? I know...
he can be such a jerk sometime... so rude, and mean, insulting and cruel
and insensitive and stupid... he's a pervert and a womanizer... and he
beats up on my wonderful little pet, too..." she finished, giving the piglet
a squeeze, who nodded emphatically with each statement. Then she
rolled over onto her side, clasping her hands together and leaning her
head against them. "But then... sometimes... I don't know... he's just
always _there_ for me. Whenever I need him most, he's there. And not
just when I'm in some stupid kind of danger... but when I'm sad, or
angry, and need to let it out, even when I'm... lonely. And sometimes,
sometimes, we... share this look, or a touch, and the look in his eyes, it's,
it's... impossible to explain, it, it almost _hurts_, the way it makes me
feel inside." She sighed. P-Chan gave a sad little snuffle, his little head
drooping. "I know, pathetic, isn't it, P-Chan? Two days ago, everything
was so simple... everything was fine, we were even getting along... and
now... now, I have to decide wether to go along with this... _without_
that baka's help. It's all up to me.
"It... It's all up to me."
She sat up, displacing her pig. He climbed up into her lap,
looking up at her sadly and inquisitively, as, over a long period of time,
her features slowly hardened and a look of resolve entered her eyes.
Then, absently removing P-Chan from her lap, she stood. She had made
her decision.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
Nabiki grabbed Akane by the wrist just as her sister reached for
the door. "Are you sure you want to do this, sis?"
The younger Tendo glanced down at the hand holding her back,
then up at her sister's face. She forced a smile to her lips. "Of course!"
she said, slightly too enthusiastically. She grimaced at the sound of her
own voice and took a deep breath. "Yes. I'm sure." That same look of
resolve she'd borne all morning returned. Nabiki couldn't help but feel
admiration for her sister. Nervousness was tearing Akane up from
within - Nabiki could tell, it was quite easy if you knew what to look for
- but she hid it well, and was obviously determined to see this through.
If only she was sure this was the right thing for her sister to do; if only
that _bastard_ Ranma had had the guts to return last night; if only
someone would stop this insanity from occurring! Why wasn't
_Kasumi_ doing anything? Did she honestly think 'everything would
turn out fine'? This was most definitely _not_ 'fine'! A light touch on
her shoulder snapped Nabiki out of her thoughts.
"Hey, sis, you ok?" asked Akane with a slight grin. "You look
a little... strained."
Nabiki let out a breath and grinned in turn. "Yeah. Heh.
You're the one getting married, and you're asking if _I'm_ ok."
"Are you?"
She shrugged. "Yeah. Of course." She smoothed down her
dress. "You know me... nerves of steel. I'm always fine."
Akane shook her head. "That's not what I meant. I was
wondering if you were ok with...", she said, and nodded towards the
door to Nodoka's hospital room, "... _that_. With the marriage."
Nabiki sighed. More than anything, she realised, Akane needed
her support right now. "Yeah. I guess so, sis. If it's what you want..."
But as Akane smiled, and turned away, and reached for the door once
more, she suddenly realised she couldn't just let her sister walk in there,
not without making at least one last attempt at stopping her from
making this mistake. "NO!" she blurted. Akane stopped in surprise.
"I'm sorry, sis. But... no. I'm not. I can't help but think you're making
a mistake. I... I'm sorry. I guess I just don't understand. Do you... do
you love him? Why are you _doing_ this?"
Akane smiled at her sister. "Thank you, Nabiki."
"Huh?"
"For caring." She gave her sister a hug, which was awkwardly
returned, before pulling her towards the nearby bench. She sat, and
Nabiki, after a questioning look, joined her. "You want to know why
I'm doing this?"
Nabiki nodded.
"I... I can't tell you why." Akane sighed as her sister's
disbelieving look. "It's not because I don't know why, and it's not
because I don't have a good reason... but... but because I think you'd
find the words empty. Stupid. Believe me, Nabiki. I've thought this
through. I've thought about it lots. And... and this is something I have
to do. For Ranma. He needs me." She paused for a moment, taking a
deep breath. "And... and I need you to understand... to trust me."
Nabiki carefully studied her sister's face. Whatever her reasons,
Akane truly believed they were sufficient justification to go through
with the marriage. She was drawing a certain confidence from her
certainty; it was this certainty that had obviously supported her all
morning. But Nabiki wasn't sure if she could trust her sister's
judgment. How much harder would I have to push, she wondered, to
end this now?
Nabiki knew she could. The insecurities were there, the worries
and fear; for all her brave word, Akane was scared, scared to enter that
room and be married. Yet she was willing to. And Nabiki knew that
she had to respect her sister's decision. Even if she couldn't understand
_why_, she had to trust in Akane. And looking into her eyes, looking
past the fear, she could believe... _almost_ believe, that maybe, just
maybe, it was the right decision.
Reaching forward, she tenderly took her sister's hands in her
own. "I trust you, sis. And I won't try and stop you. I don't
understood why you're doing this... but I trust you."
"I think... I think maybe only Ranma can understand why I'm
doing this." answered Akane.
"But he's not here, Akane." Nabiki said softly. "He's in..." She
nodded towards the door. "... there."
"I know." And for a moment, as Akane glanced at Nodoka's
bedchamber, at Ranma's wedding chapel, the solid certainty with which
she'd borne herself all morning wavered. "And I suppose I should be in
there as well." She slow rose to her feet, turning towards the door.
Nabiki rose with her, still holding on to her sister's hands, and she could
feel them shake, ever so slightly, in her grasp. She's terrified, thought
Nabiki. But she's still going to go through with it. Will I ever feel that
certain about something?
And as she watched her sister step up to the door and, without
hesitation, open it and walk into the room, another thought crossed her
mind: Will I ever love someone as much as she does?
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
Akane was lying on her bed when there was a light, tentative
knock on the door. Akane didn't respond. She barely heard it. All she
wanted right now was to be alone. Exhaustion from the day's activity
had set in; the tension and nervousness and stress had finally drained
away, leaving a general torpor and extreme weariness. Too much had
happened in the last few days: Nodoka's illness, Ranma's anger, the
marriage, her own confusion yet eventual acceptance of it, then the
sudden end... she could hardly believe it was over; worse, she wasn't
entirely sure that it was.
Another hesitant rapping on her door. A moment's annoyance
flashed across her mind. She didn't want to talk to anyone. No. She
wanted to talk to Ranma - except that he was still at the hospital, with
his father, spending some precious final time by his mother's side.
Which meant that she _still_ didn't know how he felt about the whole
situation. That he had been willing to go through with the wedding was
now obvious - but didn't prove a thing. He was doing it for his mother.
But what did he mean when he said that he didn't want to wed Akane;
no, more importantly, what had he meant when he said 'not yet'? There
were so many questions to ask him, so many doubts to resolve, and yet,
she had no idea how she would respond to him when he finally came
home. She hardly knew her own feelings - anger, frustration,
disappointment, worry... and other emotions she didn't feel up to
confronting just yet, all swirling chaotically just beneath the surface of
her fatigued mind.
'A... Akane?" queried a tentative voice. "Can I... can I come
in?"
Ranma?
Her breath caught in her throat and she slowly sat up on her bed.
Suddenly, she felt afraid. If she talked with him, those emotions and
feelings she didn't want to deal with would come to the front. She was
still too tired, too drained, too confused. She didn't answer; she
couldn't.
There was a short pause, and then: "I... I understand. I'm sorry.
I won't bother you anymore." Then the sound, no, more the feeling, of
him moving away.
Before she knew it, she was up and yanking the door open and
hauling Ranma in and kicking the door shut with her foot while
spinning to face him. There was a look of considerable surprise on his
face. "Akane..."
"Don't you dare leave!" she hissed, her grip tightening on his
shoulder. She trembled under the sudden rush of emotions she couldn't
control or understand. She didn't know if she was angry or glad to seem
him; she felt like smiling, and yet, paradoxically, she felt on the verge
of tears. For several moments she stood there, unsure of what to say or
do, until, finally, instinct won. She hit him, hard.
The punch was almost as much of a surprise for her as it was for
him. It staggered him and he stumbled back a few feet. He sat heavily
on the bed after knocking into the frame and losing his footing. For the
briefest moment an all too familiar look of annoyance crossed his face.
"Whaddya do th..." he started to say, vehemently, and the quickly
caught himself. "I... suppose I deserved that..." he finished softly.
She looked at him sitting on her bed. He looked rough. The
shirt and pants were the same that he'd worn at the hospital, still slightly
wet from the ever-present rain. His eyes were dark with lack of sleep,
his skin shades paler than normal. When was the last time he slept, she
wondered, the last time he ate a full meal? And even though the crisis
was now resolved, he still seemed jittery and distracted.
Baka, Akane berated herself. Maybe, for her, the crisis was
over - she wasn't married, and her life could now return to what passed
for normal. But for Ranma very little had changed. His mother was
still in the hospital, she was still dying, he was still consumed with guilt.
For him, the wedding had probably been nothing more than a secondary
concern. She knew that wasn't an entirely fair judgement, but it
remained true nonetheless.
There was a rustling, snapping her from her thoughts. Ranma
shuffled over on her bed, making some room for her. "Can we... would
you like to talk, Akane?" he asked.
Of course I want to talk!, she thought with exasperation. But I
don't know what to say! She nodded and sat next to him. The room
remained silent but for the slowing patter of the rain and the light sound
of their breathing. She stared down in her lap, unsure of how to begin.
"Akane, I..." started Ranma, just as Akane said: "Do you
know..."
They both stopped and looked at each other. "Ah... you first."
she said.
He nodded. There was moment while he seemed to compose his
thoughts (or his courage), and then he took a deep breath. "Akane, I...
I just wanted to thank you. For being willing to go through with the
wedding. I know you don't want to marry me - in fact, right now, you
probably don't even like me that much. But... I appreciate your
sacrifice... and I'm sorry I put you through all of this." He looked
away, staring out the window. It was starting to get dark outside. "I'm
sorry I wasn't around, that I didn't talk my mom's request over with
you, that I said those things I said to you..."
"Ranma." she said, interrupting him.
He looked back at her.
"Ranma. I need to know something. Do you... do you know
_why_ I decided to go through with the marriage?"
A slight fear entered his eye. He shook his head. "No." His
voice was a hoarse whisper.
"Tell me, Ranma." she asked. "When we were on Toma's
island, and you had to choose between a cure for you, or a curse for me,
why did you choose to destroy the spring?"
Ranma blinked at the unexpected question. "Uh... I, ah..."
"When Happosai stole your strength, and you had to choose
between protecting me from the Hiryu Shoten-Ha, or salvaging the
cautery that could restore you, why did you choose me?"
"Because, ah..."
"And when you thought I was cursed and turned into a duck,
permanently... weren't you ready to marry me? Why?" She didn't wait
for an answer to her question; Ranma didn't look like he was about to
provide a good one, anyway.
"So why was I ready to marry you? I think... I think for the
very same reasons you did those things for me."
That same nervous look remained in his eyes. "Do you know
_why_ I did those things?" he asked.
"Do _you_?" she answered.
Slowly, hesitantly, he nodded, once.
"Then you know."
A deep silence fell between them. When Ranma finally reached
forward with his hands, hers were already there, waiting, to meet his.
That look entered his eyes - that feeling, half pain, half pleasure, swelled
within her - their grip tightened - they leaned forward - they met in an
embrace. Nothing was said; nothing needed to be. Time - a moment,
longer - passed as they clutched to each other. Akane felt the confusion
of before - the uncertainty, the churning of emotions - subside; all that
remained was the feel of her body against his, the comfort of his
embrace. And then she wondered: was he comforting her? Or was she
comforting him? Did it matter? She hugged him closer, tighter, her
face moving up from his chest, her cheek pressing against his. His skin
felt hot. And, she suddenly realised, he was shaking, ever so slightly, in
her arms.
She reluctantly drew away, looking at him. He tried turning
away, but she reached out with one hand, stopping him with a light
touch to his chin. His eyes were red, face trembling as he obviously
struggled to hold back that which would not, could not be restrained.
"Please..." he said, a quavering to his voice. "I... I can't..."
"Shhh..." she said, and then, "What's wrong?"
It was a stupid thing to ask. Akane knew it. But she didn't
know what to do, what to say. He didn't seem to notice, blinking away
tears that threatened to escape. "Akane, I..." he whispered.
She continued to hold his hands in hers. " Ranma..."
"I... I don't know what I'm going to do, Akane. I... she can't
die! She just can't!" His cheeks glistened as the first tears flowed. "I...
why? Why did it take her death to make me come forward? Why
couldn't... why did she have to get sick? It, it's not fair, Akane. For her
to die, for me to lose her. I... I had so little time with her; and most of
that was not as her _son_, but... but as Ranko! Ranko! Before I left,
my mom was sad - because Ranko hadn't found the time to visit her yet!
But _Ranko_ was standing in front of her the whole time! It's not fair!"
No, it's not, thought Akane. You don't deserve any of this,
Ranma.
"I feel like I've failed her, Akane! All she wanted from me was
one thing - no, two things. She wanted me to be a man. And she
wanted me to marry you. I failed her, both times."
Akane shook her head. "No, Ranma." she said softly. "She
wanted you to be happy, more than anything. That's why she gave you
the choice."
"But she wanted me to be married..."
"And maybe one day, you will be; but not like this. Not under
these conditions. Why do you think you mom asked you if you loved
me? If you wanted to marry me?" And why didn't you answer the first
question?
"But don't you see?" he answered. "It doesn't _matter_ what
I wanted. She wanted to see me married - I had a responsibility to her,
to make these last days of hers happy!"
"And what about after?" Akane allowed a harder edge to enter
her voice. "What about after she's dead, and you have to continue
living your life? What about then? When after the funeral, and the
wake, after a few weeks, or months, or whatever, when the pain begins
to die down, and life slowly begins to return to normal, and you're back
at school, and you look at me, and then at my hand, and at yours, see a
ring, and it suddenly occurs to you - you're married. To me. For life.
And not because you love me, not because you wanted to - but because
your mom wanted it to happen.
"We already fight a lot, Ranma. But can you imagine what it
would be like, under those conditions? Do you really think you - I -
we'd be happy? Which do you think is more important: a few more
days of happiness for your mother? Or a lifetime without the burden of
an unwanted marriage, for you? Which do you think is more important
to you mother? Her own happiness, or yours?"
"But... then... what can I _do_ for her, Akane?" He rubbed the
back of his hand across his eyes, wiping away the last few tears. He
hadn't cried much, thought Akane, but, considering Ranma - it was
enough.
"Nothing." answered Akane sadly. "Except be with her - let her
know you're happy - let her know that you'll be ok."
And again, there was nothing more to say for a long period of
time. He pulled away from her, drawing his legs up to his chest, staring
absently out the window. It seemed that finally the rain was letting up,
its steady patter against the window quieting. Ranma appeared deep in
though - and it was clear that something was still bothering him. She
asked him what it was.
"I was just wondering..." he answered. "How things may have
turned out differently."
"Oh? Like how?"
"Like... what if she hadn't given me the choice. What if we
_had_ been married." He looked at her in a way that Akane couldn't
quite decipher. "Would... would it really have been that bad?"
With forced casualness she shrugged. "I guess we'll never
know." she said. "After all - why would I want to marry a perverted
baka like you?" There was a tentative lightness to her voice.
He raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?" he answered, smiling ever
so slightly. "More like, why would I want to marry an uncute tomboy
like you?"
"Wow! A smile!" she exclaimed. "I haven't seen one of those
on you in a while. It looks... good." But as she watched, his smile
waved, fell, and was gone. "Something's else is on your mind..."
He nodded. "I was also wondering... if... if things could have
turned out differently, if something could have stopped her sickness, if...
I don't know. If."
You still think it might be your fault, don't you, Ranma?, she
thought, seeing him droop slightly. "Ranma... please, you have to stop
this. For your own good. It's not your fault your mom got sick; there's
nothing you could have done!"
He looked momentarily angry. "I _know_ that, Akane!. I... the
doctors... don't even know how she got sick... but... but it doesn't really
matter!" He lowered his voice. "But I still can't help but feel that
maybe if I had been there, I might have been able to protect her. I... I
know that maybe it's foolish, but..."
This time Akane placed her hands on his arm. "Ranma. You
have to believe that it's not your fault you weren't with your mom. It's
not. If you have to blame _something_, blame the curse."
He looked at her for a moment, then shook his head. "No. If
I've learnt one thing, it's that I can't keep blaming all my problems on
everything else. Someone... someone pointed that out to me. That I've
got to take responsibility. It may not have been my fault that I got
cursed... I may not have made the contract with my mother... but it
_was_ me who failed to approach her and tell her the truth."
But when Ranma ended with a heavy sigh, Akane wondered if
he even believed his own words. It seemed like he was trying to
convince himself, desperately, trying so hard - but Akane suddenly
knew that, until certain matters were resolved between Ranma and his
mother, that he'd never be at peace with himself.
There was a lengthy pause.
"It's not too late, you know..." she said softly.
Ranma glanced at her questioningly.
"To tell your mom."
"You mean..."
"It'll haunt you for the rest of your days if you don't, I think."
Akane felt insecurity gnaw at her as she made her suggestion. Was she
doing the right thing? Ranma needed to get his guilt off his back, to tell
his mom about the curse. Unfortunately, that damned agreement still
existed - who knew how Nodoka might react, what she might still
demand; more importantly, who knew how Ranma, in his current
condition, might react? But, as she saw his eyes narrow in resolve, as
an unseen weight seemed to lift from his shoulders and the look of
perpetual exhaustion that had plagued for the last few days faded away,
Akane knew that it was the right thing for him to do - for her to have
done.
He quickly stood. "You're right, Akane. You're right. This is
something I have to do... something I should've done a long time ago."
He reached for the door, hesitating as his hand closed over the knob. He
turned back. "You know... the last few days have been rough. I was
almost married today. My mom's dying. I've said and done things I
regret, and I've caused so much trouble for everyone... it... I feel like
I've been through some of the toughest fights of my life."
It looks it, thought Akane. And you've got one fight left,
Ranma. Hopefully it won't kill you. She didn't want to see him go, she
felt afraid to let him go, she wanted to ask him so many questions - but
they could wait.
"Don't worry. You bounce back quickly from a fight, Ranma."
answered Akane.
A wry grin was his response. "Yeah, maybe. That's 'cus I'm
used to them." His grin turned sad. "But this... this I'm not used to."
Akane watched him for several moments and then, slowly, she
nodded. "I understand, Ranma."
Ranma returned the look. "I know. You do." He turned away
and opened the door. Akane's voice stopped him as he stepped through..
"By the way, Ranma..." she said, giving a small grin of her own.
"You're not trouble. At least... not too much. I'll... I'll see you when
you get back from the hospital."
He nodded and left the room.
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
The room was silent, and dark.
A single shaft of moonlight slanted across the still figure lying
on the hospital bed. The ephemeral beam wavered as a figure appeared
at the window, outside. A moment later, the moon cast its light
unbroken once more into the room, and the visitor was inside, standing
next to the bed.
"Hello, mom." whispered Ranma.
A shallow, uncertain breathing was the only response.
"I... I really don't know how to do this..." he said under his
breath, looking about the room. It looked so much different from this
afternoon - yet the same. It wasn't so much a change in appearance -
the wedding had been thrown together so quickly, only the most basic
of decorations had been set up - nor a change in company; no, it was a
change in atmosphere. For the first time since visiting this room,
Ranma felt... almost comfortable, as if he could breath. He was not here
seeking forgiveness, nor to submit to another's will; he was here to
make his peace with his mother.
But as he looked down at her sleeping form, he could not bring
himself to wake her. What would her reaction be to the truth? To
learning that her son was not the man she thought he was, that her son
was the girl she thought she knew? Akane was right - his mother
wanted him to be happy. But I want you to be happy, too, mom, he
thought. Could he shatter the illusion that comforted her? What was
more important - unburdening himself of his guilt, or maintaining his
mother's dream?
Ranma didn't know. So, instead, he gently pulled a chair up to
the bed and sat down, carefully setting the sheathed katana aside. After
a moment's thought, he softly laid it next to his mom. It felt odd to
touch the weapon; it sent an unconscious tremor of fear through him.
Nodoka's hand lifted. It fell on the wrapped blade, resting
defensively upon it with unconscious ease. She stirred slightly. Her
breathing deepened slightly. She blinked. "Ra... Ranko?" said
Ranma's mother.
His breath caught in his throat. Did she already... no. He could
see her peering blurrily at him, only half-awake. In the dark, she would
only be able to see his silhouette. He could very well be mistaken for
his female half. Suddenly unable to speak, uncertain what to say if he
could, he simply nodded.
"I... I'm glad you came..." she said, her voice barely above a
whisper. "I was hoping to see you before I... before it was too late.".
She raised one hand weakly. "Could you please pour me a glass of
water, dear?" she asked.
Again he nodded, and he leaned over to the small table set next
to the bed. A plastic pitcher and an empty glass was waiting. And he
knew what to do. He half-filled his mother's glass; then, he poured a
small amount - just enough - on himself.
She turned back to her mother and offered the glass, but Nodoka
gently refused. "Thank you, Ranko." she said. "But it's ok. I'm
awake now." She tried sitting up a bit in her bed, and Ranma quickly
moved to her side to help. "My, it sure is dark..."
"It's the middle of the night, mom." answered Ranma softly.
Nodoka raised a questioning eyebrow. "Mom?"
Ranma flushed in sudden fear and embarrassment. "I... I'm
sorry. I guess I shouldn't have called you that... auntie Saotome."
The older Saotome smiled. "Don't be sorry, Ranko. Please.
Call me mother if you like... it feels... nice."
"Really?"
She nodded. When she continued, her voice was broken, her
speech slow and somewhat laboured, but Ranma hung on every word.
"I've always felt close to you, Ranko. Ever since I first visited. Maybe
it was because you seemed so lonely. Every time I came to see my son,
you were there, and... and you always seemed so... unhappy."
"Did I?" said Ranma sadly. Was I really always that sad to see
my mom? "I... I tried..."
"I know, dear." she said, laying a comforting hand on Ranma's.
"I could tell. You always acted so cheerful, so happy, so excited when
I saw you. But there was always unhappiness under it all."
"I'm sorry..."
"Don't be, dear!" She feebly brushed one hand across her son's
face. "It's not your fault... whatever happened, whatever you lost, it's
not you fault." She hesitated. "Did you... did you lose a lot?"
My manhood. "My mother." My honour.
"Oh Ranko..." whispered Nodoka.
"I lost my mother..." continued Ranma, in sorrow and in anger.
"When I was very young. I know it wasn't my fault that she died. I
know there's nothing I could have done. But... but there was so much
that I _could_ have done. So many things I should have said, things I
should have done with her, so much wasted time. But... but I never did.
I... it never occurred to me that she could die. That one day, I may
wake up, and she might be gone. Forever. Out of my life. And... and
there were so many things left to say." She suddenly felt near to tears.
"So much..."
Her mother's eyes glistened. "Ran... Ranko..."
Ranma shook her head. "I'm sorry. I'm sure you don't want
to hear some silly girl cry." She sniffed, drawing one hand across her
eyes, and blinked. She leaned back into her chair, drawing her legs up
to her chest.
Nodoka gazed at her in pity. "Ranko..."
"Yes?"
"What things did you leave unsaid?" she said softly.
"Wh... what?"
"What did you want to tell your mother? What did you never
get to say?"
Ranma slid from the chair and knelt next to the bed, clasping her
mom's hands in hers. "Do you mean..."
"What did you want to tell your mom before she died?" asked
Ranma's mother.
Again, she could feel the tears rise. She blinked desperately to
clear them. "I... I wanted to say..." What did I want to say, thought
Ranma. Do I dare say what I feel? Do I dare not too? "I wanted to tell
my mom... how much I love her. How much I missed her. How... how
I wish I had spent more time with her; and that I loved the times I did.
Mom..." She squeezed Nodoka's hands tighter, raising them to her
forehead, leaning down against the bed. "Oh, mom... I... why? Why
did I hide so long? Why didn't I tell you sooner? There were so many
chances, so many... and now... now... you're gone... leaving me... and
you'll never know how much you meant..." She could feel the heat in
her eyes, the streaks down her face. She tried futilely to make them go
away. "I.. I'm crying... I... I didn't want... I'm sorry, mom..."
"Hush..." breathed Nodoka, leaning forward to embrace the
weeping girl. It must've taken all her strength to move forward, but
when her arms wrapped around Ranma's shoulders, the redhead leaned
forward and hugged her mother as tightly as she dared. "It's ok... it's
ok..."
"But it's not." whispered Ranma miserably. "It's not..."
Her mother pulled away enough to look into Ranma face.
"There's nothing wrong with crying for your mother. Nothing. My
son... my son doesn't understand that. Every time I saw him, I saw it in
his eyes - a determination, a promise, to himself, to me, not to cry. To
not shed a tear. I wanted to tell him, to let him know it was ok.
Shedding a tear before his mother would not make him any less a man
in my eyes."
"Then... then why didn't you tell him?" Ranma asked.
"Because he wouldn't have understood. And even if he did... I
don't think he would have cried, anyway. Not because he doesn't love
me - I know he does. But because he can't."
"But..."
"But you'll tell him, won't you, Ranko?" asked Nodoka, her
eyes suddenly serious, though still sad. "You'll make him understand.
Won't you?"
Ranma stared back at her mother for a long time before
nodding. "I think he already does..."
With a sigh, Nodoka broke the embrace. Ranma gently helped
her lay back onto the bed. Her mother closed her eyes, obviously
exhausted, so Ranma contented herself to simply clasp the hand closest
to her and look down upon her as she rested.
What do I do know, she thought. I... I'm not sure what to say
anymore. Or if I should say anything. She could still feel hot tears
burning in her eyes, but they no longer shamed her. Why should they?
And as she sat there, she remembered the times spent with her mom:
There were plenty of less pleasant memories - times spent
hidden, or running, evading her presence. But now, those times faded
away, as the other times surfaced - shopping with her mom, chatting
idly, or sharing an ice-cream, or, even, trying on clothing from this or
that store; time spent in the kitchen, cooking or cleaning, as her mother
told her of what had happened over the last few days, or week, or
month; time spent at her home across town, sharing supper, Ranma
talking about school, or a recent movie, or of future hopes; and she
realised that they _had_ spent good time together. What did it matter
if it had been as Ranko? In some ways, perhaps, the bond that had
formed between them was closer and stronger than might have ever
existed had they acted as mother and son.
And, perhaps, Nodoka felt the same way, for she suddenly broke
the silence.
"Ra... Ranko?"
"Yes?" asked Ranma, leaning forward.
"There's... there's just something I wanted to say, before...
before it's too late."
It took a moment for Ranma to be able to speak. "Go... go on."
"I... I just wanted you to know... that... that you've always been
like a daughter to me. Like the daughter I never had."
Ranma felt a flush pass through her body, and her voice was
thick as she spoke. "No..." she said hoarsely.
Her mother's eyes fluttered open, sad, disappointed.
Ranma shook her head. "I... I am your daughter... mom. I...
love you."
And she smiled. And so did Nodoka. "I... I know, Ra... Ran...
daughter. I... I've always known." Her eyes closed once more, though
tears still flowed. And she had one last thing to say.
"And as my daughter I... I have something to give to you. My
legacy to you, passed from mother to daughter. It would not do for me
to move on without doing so with you." She made a weak gesture
toward the katana that still lay at her side. "Daughter, please... draw the
sword from its sheath."
Without trepidation, though with a sense of disbelief, Ranma
smoothly drew forth the blade. It gleamed softly in the moonlight as she
held it in her hands.
"That blade... is now yours. I... I have held it for far too long.
It belongs to you now. My gift... my gift, to you..."
A moment later, Ranma knew that her mother was asleep once
more. For several long moments she looked between the sword and the
woman. And she felt the tears rise one last time.
"I have only one thing to give to you, mother." she said. "Your
son may not be able to shed tears for you... but maybe your daughter
can..."
And she did, till she fell asleep as well, next to her mother, the
sword and its sheath lying between them.
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Nodoka died early the next day.
The End
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Never mind your last name
Wild blood in my veins
Apron strings around my neck
The mark that still remains
Left home at an early age
What I heard was wrong
I never asked forgiveness
But what is said is done...
-Mama Said
***
Well.
There it is.
A couple of comments:
- The fight between Ranma and Ryoga; it was pointed out to me
that Ryoga acts distinctly un-Ryoga like, or, more specifically, with
more patience than he normally exhibits. I agree - but I'm not sure how
to fix it. Any ideas?
- The wedding. I left it out. I'm still not sure if that was a
good idea.
- The ending. Does the final stuff between Ranma and his mom
happen too quickly? Too melodramatic? Too long? I'm really unsure
about this part.
Ah well. At least I've got a complete story. I'm surprised I
actually finished it. All it took for motivation was two midterm on
Monday... ah, today, that I didn't want to study for. Sigh.
Oh, and I've already written parts of a few side-stories that
kinda cover a few loose ends I didn't, or couldn't, tie up (Nabiki,
Ryoga, maybe Genma, Ukyou - who was at the wedding, though all references
to that have dissapeared; actually, there used to be a bunch of
references tying this story to my only other serious fic, but I killed
them all.)
But I ramble.
Hope you liked it!
-Mike Noakes