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This fanfic is dedicated to Mako, known elsewhere as Christine Langley,
who will be fifteen on the 18th of April in 1999, which will be a Sunday.
She would be celebrating two years since she first watched a Ranma movie,
which she was hoping to receive as a gift, and would have been as
eligible as the rest of us to be invited to the reception. We all
probably would, too.
Never on a Sunday
by Nikholas "Switch" F. Toledo
"Remember to observe the Sabbath as a holy day.
...For in the six days the Lord made the heaven, earth
and sea, and everything in them, and rested the seventh
day; so he blessed the Sabbath day and set it aside
for rest."
- Exodus 20:8,11
"...never, never on a Sunday, a Sunday, a Sunday,
a Sunday, a Sunday..."
- Connie Francis
"Never on a Sunday",
caught on a broken track
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Inlay
A mysterious invitation arrived at the house of the Hibiki family,
late in the winter, in the second to the last year of the millennium. It
was merely days since the last family get-together, which was slated for
the middle of last year. It was good to see relatives grow up
beautifully, as they were your dear mother/father/son/dog.
Somehow, when mail came to the house, it was rarely received early
enough to have mattered.
This one was three months early.
Mrs. Hibiki simply left the RSVP on her son's bed, and went to find
some cookies for her son to eat when he would be reading it. This marked
the last time when Mrs. Hibiki would be at home for the month of January.
Kasumi had wondered why Nabiki had sent all the invites way ahead
of schedule.
She had confronted her sister as she was closing an envelope in the
waiting room with the TV on one afternoon. Noticing the perfume that was
employed on the insides of the notes, she asked her middle sister right
after she had put away yet another of the small cards.
"Well," she began, "I was thinking that those who'd want to know
about the wedding, and would want to butt in when the priest says 'Those
who, for any reason, oppose this wedding'," she remarked, commenting on
the Western wedding planned. "This way," here she gave the twenty-
something housekeeper a knowing look, "they can have a say in it before
the ceremonies commence. And I'm sure that things can be worked out to
smooth other things through."
"Ingenious," said Kasumi, with as little inflection as needed.
"Indeed," replied Nabiki, already on the next note.
And they had all come their way. Within the next three months,
Ranma and Akane had their hands full convincing people that there was a
reason why this wedding was pushing through. They had had some rough
outings, but this one was the big one, the one that mattered most. The
things they had realized that they had held most dear hung in the scales.
But, with all the fury, flurry and flair, one face had never come
up, and never appeared.
April 11, 1999.
Ryoga came into the house, with Checkers in tow.
"Hi! Anyone home? Did I get anything in the mail?" he joked.
Nothing ever got sent to him that was important anyhow.
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Track 6
He rounded a corner, and ended up... there. Again.
Why? Why must I be tormented so? He was starting to sweat, and he
breathed rather heavily, as heavily as his heart was beating into his
ribs. He regretted it... he already regretted it.
Ryoga stepped up, and sped to avert a disaster.
Blood. So much blood. Blood on his hands...
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Track 1
Ryoga Hibiki was furious. He had been furious for the whole of the
past week. The invitation had said that the wedding would be on the 18th
of April, at the St. Mary's Church. For the Love of God, why hadn't he
come home sooner? The note had probably been there for weeks. What evil
has Ranma Saotome wielded to deal this fatal blow?
Akane would never marry him. She said it, time and again. And,
yet, now, this travesty of a wedding was going to occur. Over his dead
body. Or, he thought maliciously, someone else's dead body.
It was a wonderfully simple occasion, draped in white. It was a
happy occasion, aside from the murmur of discontent licking lowly at the
heels of everyone who was there.
This early in the morning, everything was white. The ceiling
looked white, though the chapel needed repainting. The pews looked
white, though the varnish helped. The people looked white, from
Shampoo's hair (shining with the luster of a well-groomed mousse), to
Kuno's kimono (which, incidentally was blue, similar in shade to his
kendo uniform), to Ukyo's smile (which was deep and true, for all
involved), to some other pasty faces which happened to be there as well.
And, most of all, the bride glowed white. Ranma thought that he was
glowing, as well, and he kept the expression in his eyes for her.
There was music, and the bride went down the aisle, with a well-
mannered Mr. Tendo in tow. Mr. Tendo was left halfway, sobbing, and
replaced by a grinning Mr. Saotome.
Ranma grazed a glance at his father, who gave the hand of his
betrothed without ceremony, and set himself beside Akane, and promised to
look at the priest intently.
Something buzzed at the back of his brain, which would have been a
cause for alarm and panic, because something was amiss. He glanced at
Ukyo, who was the bridesmaid, and she gave a wink. He glanced sideways
to Kuno, who was the best man (which, incredulously, was settled without
dispute), but he showed no sign of attack. Cold feet, he assumed, and
went back into the ceremony.
Ryoga turned around in place for a while, deciding which direction
to go from the intersection he was in. He chose left, oblivious to the
fact that a rather serene cross was atop a rather conspicuously crowded
building over a few hundred meters to his right.
"Do you," the priest intoned, "Ranma Saotome, take Akane Tendo to
be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, for richer and for
poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
Ranma stared at the shiny ring Akane placed on his fourth left
finger. He stared at the gloved hand that held it, traced it to the
sleeved arm that bent slightly, to the slow-sloped shoulder, strongly
supporting, and finally to the veiled headdress, which hid silently
gleaming eyes.
The priest coughed politely.
"Oh, yeah. Right. I do." This he said without moving his eyes
from his life-long partner, destined to be with him since before they
were born, and wondered which of the fates presided over this day.
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Track 2
It was pointless, he figured. He was letting his madness make the
worse of him, and he wasn't getting anywhere near the chapel. At this
rate, he'd be there to bear witness to the fixing up of the mess left
behind. Dejectedly, he made an about face and trudged on with his head
hung low.
Ukyo was trying very hard to concentrate on the ceremonies; she
had an important role in the festivities to come. She had barely slept
last night, and was lucky it didn't show on her face. She was the first
to know that the wedding was to occur today; she had known it since...
then. She could remember the days as though they were her last.
It was the nighttime. She and Ranma were lying on their backs,
staring at the stark starlight. They talked of friendship; they talked
of love. They talked and talked and talked deep into the night, almost
forgetting that they had brought Akane along. She wished that he had
loved her more, that she had that one night, the one night alone, to
remember him by, then leave for parts unknown. She had said so to him,
but he couldn't. He wouldn't, not for her, nor for him. She tried to
leave, anyhow. He asked her to stay. For him. For her. He said that
it was important to him that she would be there. She bit her lip, and
stayed.
She had overcome her own concerns, that day. She would stay with
him, a friend, a best friend. She only hoped the same for Akane.
She glanced at the throng assembled. Each of them had had their
own concerns to overcome. There was no feeling of animosity; a feeling
of disappointment, a melancholy tinged with the sincere and heartfelt
wishes for a happy life. The years had treated them well.
There. She had thought she saw... no. Not here. She wondered
where Ryoga would have gone to drown his sorrows in. She turned back to
look at Ranma, who turned to look at her. She gave a supportive wink,
and then returned to her own peace.
Ryoga thought that the world was starting to look very, very bleak,
indeed. He hurt; he had lost everything he wanted to keep special in
his life. Everything wanted to come apart before him, and he didn't know
what to do.
"CURSE YOU, RANMA SAOTOME!" The walls exploded left and right of
him, and in a matter of moments, he was covered in a fine layer of dust.
"Curse you to the deepest hells."
Thunder rumbled, too close to ignore.
Kasumi turned to Nabiki. "I hope it doesn't rain."
Nabiki reserved a darkened expression. "So do I."
Genma turned to Soun, who glanced outside the window. "Well?"
"Doesn't look like it. Maybe just upset stomachs," Soun mused.
Genma remembered the smells of the kitchen this morning. "Yup."
He supposed that everybody else, like him, was anxious to get to the
reception.
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Track 3
Ranma, on the other hand, knew exactly what the others had mistaken
as thunder really was. He had been on the receiving end of quite a few
of those. He, also, was one of those that was actually anticipating it.
He noticed, all too easily, that he hadn't seen Ryoga in possibly half a
year, in any form.
That sound was the sound of trouble coming down on him.
He immediately tensed, which all the people near the altar took as
a sign of imminent disaster. Those in the front row showed signs of
distress, while the ones behind them turned to the massive doors of the
chapel, sure that if an implacable force was to arrive, it would enter
through the front.
Ryoga stumbled a bit farther down before he noticed the massive
doors looming on his right. He took some more time to digest the visual
influx of symbols, and a moment more to connect them. Then he started to
seethe.
They stared at very still doors.
Kasumi smiled in an undeniably at-peace manner. "How weird."
Nabiki should a little less patience. "Shall we continue?" The
last was addressed to the priest.
The priest coughed some more. "Yes. Well..."
Akane gave a very small grunt. There wasn't any reason for the
event to be delayed any more. She just hoped she would be able to last
through the reception.
Ranma gave her a small but meaningful glance, which said that he
heard the last sound. Just as silently (hopefully, just loud enough for
him to hear), she just said, "it's okay. Nothing to worry about."
Ranma's pigtail, which stood stiffly, relaxed slightly, as far as
the braids would allow. His expression said it all: anything, you tell
me, dear. She just smiled demurely, and turned to the priest.
Nodoka was so happy. The manhood of her son, the stability of her
family, the merger of the two families of friends, maybe her first
grandchild were all coming to date. The whole affair was coming to a
beautiful end, and she couldn't help but bear a couple of tears at the
memories that would soon be of a past life, an older life.
She could almost forget how troubled the times were. When both
Ranma and Akane were missing, how they regretted how they had pressured
the two to a stalemate, to wed or part ways. They never completely
realized how much they cherished the status quo, how they were still
growing, still knowing about each other. They needed their time, and
were forced to take it into their own hands.
After an excessive amount of sleepless worry, and an exhausted and
frustrated search for them halfway to China, they came in from a wet
night, three females who looked, all for the life of them, like a family.
She had let them in, and immediately knew why events had taken such a
turn.
"Mom," the girl she once knew as Ranko Tendo started.
"Shhh," she pointed at the other two, who fell asleep on the couch,
as soon as they made themselves comfortable. "I know," she said sweetly,
not quite scoldingly, not quite amusedly.
"Not that," her son/daughter replied, eyeing her, "you haven't been
eating well, have you?"
She almost laughed. He still hasn't gotten the hang of women, yet.
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Track 4
Mousse couldn't really believe that things have gone this smoothly.
He, for one, was not going to stand for anyone to stop this wedding. It
was just enough that the actual formalities are taking place for Shampoo
to act civil. It was his wish, and the wish of his First Wife, for there
to be peace during the function; and peace will come from her. However,
he was sure that, should something disrupt the actuation, she would use
that diversion to take what she felt to be her position.
True, it wasn't really that great an obstacle to their union for
him to be married; she was willing to take any tradition that would be
to her benefit. Ranma conceded the point, but argued that she had a
choice of being his Second Wife, or to be (not quite mentioning Mousse)
someone else's First Wife. After all, the care of a Second Wife's
children will only be secondary to the care of those borne of a First
Wife. She said that she would consider, if he would consider.
But Mousse had thought that Shampoo was widening her perspective,
and that she might even get over to making her decision soon enough. She
pulled on his elbow clutched in her arms, and he thought again. Much
sooner.
Ryoga geared down, and considered. Remembering the positioning of
pews in such a building, if he let loose on the door with a Roaring Lion
Bullet, it was likely to blast straight through to the altar, taking with
it the best man, the bridesmaid, the priest, and the groom and the bride.
He just kept the indignation he felt warm as he prepared to break
the door down.
He took a step forward, arm extended. And stopped.
He turned around, as a hand held him on the shoulder, and saw -
No one.
He blinked, wide-eyed.
Nabiki was being paranoid, for some reason beyond her recognition.
Her instinct told her that her worries were going multiply, but she never
understood exactly what her instinct liked doing with computations.
Time for a flashback, she thought. Things were getting dull
anyhow.
She thought back to the time when Ranma and Akane went back to the
dojo. She understood terribly why Ranma, the man of honor, would have
chosen to elope with Akane. Everyone understood, even Kasumi, that what
he did was the honorable thing to do. Since that issue of duty was
resolved, preparations were immediately underway for the wedding.
Ideas were bandied about. When the wedding would be, where, Shinto
or Catholic or legal, what names the baby should have (one can never be
too early in deciding, some would reason). Nabiki was able to make
herself heard through the din but saying, "but, how much will it be?"
Most of them turned her way, bigsweats tipping to their napes. She
smiled, closed her eyes, and leaned back. She savored the silence.
"First off, let's not forget the other suitors, both of you. I'm
pretty sure, that you guys have made up your minds about this," she said,
casting a low glance at the loving couple, an unusual sight at the table.
"I'm also sure that Ukyo won't be in contention, since she was an
accomplice. I'd just hope that you can use the same persuasion on the
others..."
Their collective mood dipped, with evil spirits floating in the
background. Nabiki leaned in for the kill. "Now, here's my idea..."
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Track 5
"The cord."
Ukyo produced the simple twine rope, light, and bent into a Moebius
strip-like formation. Forever and ever... bonded. She shook her head to
clear it. Must by sleepy.
Kneeling before the altar, Ranma and Akane bowed themselves before
the aspergillum-bearing cleric. Under the meticulous benediction of the
holy man, a generous helping of holy water was used. Not generous
enough, by Ukyo's observation, to turn the bridegroom into a bridal
candidate.
As the priest turned to return the water bucket to its place, all
hell broke loose.
Kodachi chose to stay at the back, as far away as she could get
from the center of the event while being in the same room. She still was
frustrated by the sheer circumstance of events. If she had known Ranma
before he was introduced to Akane, if it was her father with whom Genma
Saotome had entrusted his son's future marriage with, if, if, if... then
things would have turned out differently, she supposed.
If she had been paying more attention, then she probably would
noticed that the hinge of the door of the chapel held even though the
door was violently kicked inward, but that then the old screws gave as
well; she would have, at least, been conscious, or would have avoided
the subsequent stampede.
"RANMA!" Ryoga cried from his position. Ranma took his head from
the cord and turned, but the motion took long enough for both Akane and
Ukyo to stop him from charging the intruder. Kuno stepped down to
intercede with his body.
"What is the matter with you, HUH?" Ranma shouted. "WHAT THE HELL
IS WRONG WITH YOU?" He jutted forward, but Ukyo's and Akane's grip held
him fast.
"What have you done to Akane, you fiend!" Ryoga began to charge
down the aisle, burning with unearthly ire.
"Ryoga, STOP IT!" Ukyo shouted, as she held both man and wife-to-
be.
"You have trespassed on a holy ceremony, cur!" Kuno snarled
through unfurled lips. "Prepare to depart through the wrath of
righteousness!" This was the only thing he was able to say before Ryoga
used him to remodel the ceiling of the chapel with a sunroof.
"Oh, no," Akane said quietly, as her eyes began to close, then
flutter.
"What's wrong, Akane?" Ukyo immediately came to her side, allowing
Ranma to meet Ryoga a distance from the pew.
"You had to pick a fight with me, didn't you." Ranma was boiling
mad. "You didn't just do that when there was time, no, you had to butt
in, and -"
"You have the nerve to marry Akane, you SICK PERVERT!" Ryoga was
meeting him head to head, glowing red. "SHE DOESN'T LOVE YOU! SHE NEVER
LOVED YOU!!"
"OH YEAH?! AND WHAT DOES THAT MAKE HER!? IN LOVE WITH YOU?!?"
Ranma could barely contain the fury his fists promised.
"SHUT UP!!" They both yelled, as they connected.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Akane screamed, and the heavens heard.
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Ryoga was pierced by the scream. He twitched, as though the
physical didn't matter, and that his mind, the tormented soul that he
was, was skewered through the heart by the scream. He lost his senses,
as though he was hit by a bolt of lightning, and he screamed as well.
He knew that there was something wrong, and that it was with him.
It was right under him, and it crawled along his right leg. It traveled
along the length of his spine, chilling him completely. It went in his
ear, and it screamed. His eardrums burst, and there was no blood.
He started to cry, his eyes open into the light that seared him,
burned his every naked cell to the core. He shook with a fear that took
him whole and ate him.
Bathing in acid, he dissolved quickly, but each separate part of
himself knew, and he was each and every one of them, and he was screaming
in a million voices he knew were his own.
He was breathing, but only because he had to. He tried to see if
he could move; he couldn't. He tried to see if he could hear himself,
but found otherwise. He was still screaming in a voice that seemed
separate from himself.
"I have seen sorrow." A voice was flitting. It spoke again.
"I have seen rapture."
"I have seen pain."
He almost forgot to breathe. It was getting harder to do.
"I have seen loneliness."
"I have seen beauty."
"I have seen anger."
"I have seen hate."
"I have seen birth."
He began to choke, through a non-existent throat. Bile ran up to
his nostrils, and bubbled through them, eating them.
"I have seen frustration."
"I have seen love."
He tried to open a lost mouth.
"I have seen trust."
"I have seen defiance."
"I have seen happiness."
"I have seen boredom."
"I have seen selfishness."
He tried to wriggle away in vain from the overwhelming presence
which he recognized, was part of his own.
"I have seen truth."
"I have seen isolation."
"I have seen mercy."
He prayed for absolution.
"I have seen the past."
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Track 6
He rounded a corner, and ended up... there. Again.
Why? Why must I be tormented so? He was starting to sweat, and he
breathed rather heavily, as heavily as his heart was beating into his
ribs. He regretted it... he already regretted it.
Ryoga stepped up, and sped to avert a disaster.
Blood. So much blood. Blood on his hands...
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in Track 2
Ukyo was trying very hard to concentrate on the ceremonies; she
had an important role in the festivities to come. She had barely slept
last night, and was lucky it didn't show on her face. She was the first
to know that the wedding was to occur today; she had known it since...
then. She could remember the days as though they were her last.
It was the nighttime. She and Ranma were lying on their backs,
staring at the stark starlight. They talked of friendship; they talked
of love. They talked and talked and talked deep into the night, almost
forgetting that they had brought Akane along. She wished that he had
loved her more, that she had that one night, the one night alone, to
remember him by, then leave for parts unknown. She had said so to him,
but he couldn't. He wouldn't, not for her, nor for him. She tried to
leave, anyhow. He asked her to stay. For him. For her. He said that
it was important to him that she would be there. She bit her lip, and
stayed.
She had overcome her own concerns, that day. She would stay with
him, a friend, a best friend. She only hoped the same for Akane.
She glanced at the throng assembled. Each of them had had their
own concerns to overcome. There was no feeling of animosity; a feeling
of disappointment, a melancholy tinged with the sincere and heartfelt
wishes for a happy life. The years had treated them well.
There. She had thought she saw... it was.
Ryoga.
He didn't look like he was going to make a fight out of this. He
just looked tense. OK, she thought. She let a breath she didn't know
she was holding out.
She turned back to look at Ranma, who turned to look at her. She
gave a supportive wink, and then returned to her a greater peace.
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Track 5
"The cord."
Ukyo produced the simple twine rope, light, and bent into a Moebius
strip-like formation. Forever and ever... bonded. She shook her head to
clear it. Must by sleepy.
Kneeling before the altar, Ranma and Akane bowed themselves before
the aspergillum-bearing cleric. Under the meticulous benediction of the
holy man, a generous helping of holy water was used. Not generous
enough, by Ukyo's observation, to turn the bridegroom into a bridal
candidate.
As the priest turned to return the water bucket to its place, all
hell broke loose.
Kodachi chose to stay at the back, as far away as she could get
from the center of the event while being in the same room. She still was
frustrated by the sheer circumstance of events. If she had known Ranma
before he was introduced to Akane, if it was her father with whom Genma
Saotome had entrusted his son's future marriage with, if, if, if... then
things would have turned out differently, she supposed.
If she had been paying more attention, then she probably would
noticed that the hinge of the door of the chapel held even though the
door was violently kicked inward, but that then the old screws gave as
well. It was a good thing that Ryoga close enough to grab her, and get
her out of harm's way.
"Thank you, kind sir." Kodachi's eyes shone with a familiar light.
"Excuse me, what is your -"
"Not now," Ryoga told her, and pushed her in the general direction
of motion of the stampede. He had a fight to settle.
"RANMA!" Ryoga cried from his position. Ranma took his head from
the cord and turned, but the motion took long enough for both Akane and
Ukyo to stop him from charging the intruder. Kuno stepped down to
intercede with his body.
"What is the matter with you, HUH?" Ranma shouted. "WHAT THE HELL
IS WRONG WITH YOU?" He jutted forward, but Ukyo's and Akane's grip held
him fast.
"What have you done to Akane, you fiend!" Ryoga began to charge
down the aisle, burning with unearthly ire.
"Ryoga, STOP IT!" Ukyo shouted, confused. How did Ryoga get out
of the chapel? He was just there, between Azusa and Mousse.
"You have trespassed on a holy ceremony, cur!" Kuno snarled
through unfurled lips. "Prepare to depart through the wrath of
righteousness!" He was, in turn, blocked by another yellow-shirted
figure.
"Step aside, Kuno," the figure said, "I'll handle him."
"And who might you be, to stand in the path of justice?" He turned
the figure in front of him, to see another Ryoga.
"What sorcery is this?" He fell back befuddled as Ryoga turned to
Ranma, "I'll take care of him, you take care of Akane."
"What the -" Ranma's aura was replaced by an air of confusion.
"Oh, no," Akane said quietly, as her eyes began to close, then
flutter.
"What's wrong, Akane?" Ukyo immediately came to her side. Ranma
turned to hold his bride up, as Ryoga turned to his double.
"Who're you?" the Ryoga closer to the broken door stopped to
shout. "If you were me, you'd help me stop him from taking Akane away!"
"You idiot," the Ryoga screening the bridal entourage shouted back,
"you're going to end up losing her, you fool."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?" the former Ryoga said. "YOU'RE ALLOWING HIM
TO TAKE HER AWAY FOREVER? STOP HIM!" He advanced a step.
"DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP," the latter Ryoga said evenly.
The former snarled, "JUST MAKE ME!" He ran full tilt across the
pews toward the departing group.
"NO!!" The latter ran to intercept.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Akane screamed, and the heavens heard.
"Oh," Ryoga breathed.
"My," Ryoga breathed.
"God."
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"To save a life, you must first be aware that there is a life to
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Track 6
He rounded a corner, and ended up... there. Again.
Why? Why must I be tormented so? He was starting to sweat, and he
breathed rather heavily, as heavily as his heart was beating into his
ribs. He regretted it... he already regretted it.
Ryoga stepped up, and sped to avert a disaster.
Blood. So much blood. Blood on his hands...
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in Track 4
Ryoga geared down, and considered. Remembering the positioning of
pews in such a building, if he let loose on the door with a Roaring Lion
Bullet, it was likely to blast straight through to the altar, taking with
it the best man, the bridesmaid, the priest, and the groom and the bride.
He just kept the indignation he felt warm as he prepared to break
the door down.
He took a step forward, arm extended. And stopped.
He turned around, as a hand held him on the shoulder, and saw -
Himself.
"Who in the world??" By reflex, he drew the arm which was free,
and belted him.
He went over to find a very, very convincing copy of himself lying
on the ground. A few feet away, something landed. He went to pick it
up: it was an invitation. It had the name "Akane Tendo" encircled, and
the name "Ranma Saotome" cruelly crossed out. He compared it to the
invite he kept in his front pocket; it was an exact replica.
The other Ryoga was shaking his head. Ryoga grabbed him by the
shoulders. "Who are you??"
The Ryoga being shook sobered. "I think we've got a lot of talking
to do." He started to drag the other Ryoga off.
The first Ryoga stopped. "But... the wedding... I've got to
stop..."
The second Ryoga grasped him by the shoulder. "We're going there."
Ryoga #1 looked skeptical. "How do I know you're not lying?"
Ryoga #2 continued walking the two of them. "Would I lie to me?"
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Track 5
"The cord."
Ukyo produced the simple twine rope, light, and bent into a Moebius
strip-like formation. Forever and ever... bonded. She shook her head to
clear it. Must by sleepy.
Kneeling before the altar, Ranma and Akane bowed themselves before
the aspergillum-bearing cleric. Under the meticulous benediction of the
holy man, a generous helping of holy water was used. Not generous
enough, by Ukyo's observation, to turn the bridegroom into a bridal
candidate.
The priest returned the water bucket to its position, and went to
take the chalice from the center of the altar, for the Communion.
Kodachi chose to stay at the back, as far away as she could get
from the center of the event while being in the same room. She still was
frustrated by the sheer circumstance of events. If she had known Ranma
before he was introduced to Akane, if it was her father with whom Genma
Saotome had entrusted his son's future marriage with, if, if, if... then
things would have turned out differently, she supposed.
But "what-ifs" have no place in a healthy woman's mind. And there
are other fish to fry, err... other fish in the ocean. She laughed
silently to herself. The people closest to her looked once, and never
dared to glance her way for the remainder of the wedding.
"I hereby pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride."
Ranma was one step ahead. So was Akane.
Amidst the applause, the cheers, the kudoses, the clap-in-the-
backs, the hugs, the other kisses (Mikado was quite forcibly restrained
at this point), and the simple reality of the thing, a small beam of
light shone particularly bright on Ryoga, who marveled.
"Oh, no," Akane said quietly, as her eyes began to close, then
flutter.
"What's wrong, Akane?" Ukyo immediately came to her side. Ryoga
was also there, along with the rest of the Tendo household.
"I... I think... it's time," Akane said breathlessly through the
cramps.
"I'll go get Dr. Tofu," Kasumi suggested.
"No, I'll do it, Kasumi," Ryoga offered. "Where is he?"
"Better yet," Nabiki quickly interrupted, "I'll get him." And she
went to do just that. Ryoga tagged along, needing to do something.
"Father," Ukyo asked the priest, "is it OK if we use the altar?"
Nonplussed, the clergyman said, "you have God's blessing, dear.
I'm sure that bringing life into the world was exactly what He planned
for it to be used."
Together, they hefted the expectant Akane onto the altar. The
priest said, "I'll see if Sister Angela knows anything about midwifery."
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Track 6
He rounded a corner, and ended up... there. With Nabiki.
Nabiki waved a hand in front of his face. "Hello? What are you
staring at?"
He replied, "oh, nothing. Just glad to see the day come to an
end."
She quipped, "you're telling me."
Ryoga stepped up, and matched Nabiki's pace.
Blood. So much blood. Blood on his hands...
"Breathe easy, Akane. Hold my hand. Listen to me," Ranma was
starting to sound ragged, "just, just curse at me. C'mon, you know that
it was my fault. I went into your room, and forced you. C'mon...
please, just say something..."
Akane glanced sideways at him, and said, "no, *huff* it wasn't.
*unngh* I *hunnnh* was *uh!* the one *oooom* who *RRRRRh* kissed *huff*
you." She paused for a few moments, to collect her breath. "And it's
bad *ugggh* to curse, *mmmmp* in a holy place."
Dr. Tofu shouted, "I can see the head! Push, Akane! PUSH!"
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Bonus Track
The reception continued at Dr. Tofu's clinic. Everything was
festive and jovial, and was interrupted only one, when the doorbell rang.
"Who is it?" Kasumi was the first one at the door. "Oh, my."
Two Ryogas asked her, "is this where the reception of the Saotome
wedding is supposed to be?" They both scrathed the backs of their heads.
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Stop. Eject. <click>
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Nota Finis
I might have forgotten to put it in, but I'm still thinking of
naming the kid "Mako". But, I suppose that's all up to the original.
Happy birthday, Mako-chan! Hope this was an OK enough a present.
C&C will be very much appreciated. Thank you in advance.
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Esoterica
Aspergillum: the container of holy water used for benedictions
St. Mary's & Sister Angela: c'mon, guess.
Backmasking: the process of inserting subliminal messages in songs
by overlapping the songs on the tape with the message (usually in
reverse)
Inlay (card): the thing included in packages of tapes/CDs which
include copyrighting, lyrics, and assorted blahs.
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Disclaimer
"Never on a Sunday" is a Ranma 1/2 fanfiction. Characters from
Ranma 1/2 are used without permission. Sister Angela is also used
without permission. Ranma 1/2 and the series where Sister Angela comes
from are copyright Rumiko Takahashi (I'm sure), Shogakukan, Kitty Film,
Viz Communication (hey, it isn't really called Ranma 1/2 there, it's in
Japanese). No infringement was intended. The content may not be used
for commercial purposes. Sorry for the inconveniences.
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