This is my first post of my first Fanfic... please let me know what you think...
(Be gentle.. I'm new at this...!) Thanx to Susan Doenime for bringing me up to speed
on the FFML.
Coutuva.
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** In order for this to make sense, you should be familiar with
"Ranma nibun no ichi", all episodes.
My thanks to Kunoichi for her excellent stories and inspiration.
Please note!! This is a Parallel Universe to the one represented
in Kunoichi's series, and is in *NO* way intended to be a
continuation or addition to her storylines. Since this is a first effort,
I 'borrowed' from an established line. If response is good, I'll go out
on the limb with my next effort.
All characterizations, circumstances and backgrounds used
with **Kunoichi's** permission.**
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Almost a Miracle - Part 1;
Once Again, Never again to Jusenkyo... A Ranma1/2 Fanfic <Warning - LIME!>
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Akane crossed the dining area of the Tendou Dojo as she had many times
in the past, casting a glance at Soun and Genma, engaged in yet another game
of Go. Miyabi played contentedly at the low table, arranging a plastic tea
service with the precision of a watchmaker. Ranma appeared at that moment as
well, toweling sweat from his brow. He had just finished with the day's
classes, and was looking forward to a bath and some of Akane's curried rice,
which he could smell even now.
Noticing Akane heading up the hall, Ranma turned and walked after her.
"How did the class go?" Akane asked as he fell in beside her.
"Excellent. I think we may have a few representatives in the
Tournament next month. Even Uuchan's daughter is showing some real
power." He replied, drying his hair with the towel. "How was your day?"
"Miyabi finally figured out her spinning kick, and broke the back door
again. I swear, attitude and all, she's onna-Ranma's daughter." Akane
replied cheerfully, elbowing Ranma gently.
The jibe about his female half had an unexpected effect on Ranma, who
stopped in his tracks, looking back at her strangely.
"R..Ranma? What is it? Did I say something to upset you?" She asked,
reaching out to him.
"Akane.. We have to talk. But not right now. I have to get a bath
first." He replied, quietly, then turned away from her and walked
quickly to the bath.
Akane, meanwhile, cupped her hands under her chin, her delicate
features distorted by worry. She had not seen Ranma like this
for several years, and was afraid that certain "old ghosts" were
revisiting their happy home.
Just then, her thoughts were interrupted by Miyabi-Ko, who had
wandered up beside her, and begun to tug on her apron.
"Okaasa.. Okaa-sa! Masao-kun is awake. He's awful mad, too!"
She announced, her green eyes sparkling in the afternoon sun.
"Oh, Mi-Chan. Don't worry. I'll fix him up right now." Akane
replied, scooping the 6 year old up in her arms, kissing her
forehead lovingly.
Ranma stood naked before the mirror in the bath, staring at his
male form. With a heavy sigh, he picked up the bucket of cold
water beside him, and dumped it over his head. Upon shaking
the water off his face, he opened his eyes and stared now at
his female form. The red-haired Chinese girl in the mirror
stared back, her eyes welling up with tears. Every male who
had ever cast eyes upon this body wanted it badly; Like Kuno,
who even to this day would glomp it every chance he had, whether
Nabiki and his children were around or not. Even Ranma had to
admit, it was a nice body, but, after so many years and so many
problems, Ranma had grown to hate it.
The girl in the mirror began to scowl as Ranma thought about how
life would have been so much better without this curse, and how
her beautiful, happy daughter, and strong, healthy young son
would not have to ever call a woman "Papa" if the curse had never
been. Her heart began to break yet again over how many times she
wanted to be able to swim, play in the pool outside, or have a
game of garden hose tag with the children as their Dad, not
onna-Ranma. As well, she could never know the simple pleasure
of walking the beach in ankle-deep ocean water with her beloved
Akane; as her husband. Onna-Ranma loved her family with everything
she was, and it hurt her deeply to know that they must also bear
this curse.
The red-haired girl reached up and undid her pig-tail, allowing the
flame red hair bound within it to fall freely about her shoulders.
Looking at the reflection once again, the tears that had only started
to flow became a sniffle, followed by a full-fledged cry. Onna-Ranma
crumpled to her knees, the release of emotion becoming too overwhelming.
The small body that was his but hers was simply unable to stem the tide,
and ended up curled up in a small ball on the tiled floor, crying
uncontrollably.
Finally, eyes stinging from the tears and chest still heaving,
onna-Ranma crawled slowly into the hot bath, and sank to the bottom,
drawing comfort from the enveloping warmth. Pulling his now male form into
a sitting position on the nearest ledge, his face took on a determined look.
"No doubt about it. It's time. And there's nothing or no one that's
going to stand in my way."
In the kitchen, Akane and Mi-Chan were carrying the last of the serving
platters into the dining room, where Soun and Genma were already camped
in their usual places. Masao played on the floor beside Soun, who couldn't
help but smile proudly at his grandson. He had dreamed of a moment like
this from his days in training with Genma, but in recent years had almost
given up on the thought of any of his daughters marrying. In particular
the now almost 30 year old Akane, who had ended up surprising him by
giving him his first grandchild, and who had matured into a caring, loving
wife and mother. His heart twitched as he thought how proud his dear wife
would have been to witness the changes that had blessed their home, and in
fact, he could almost see her in Akane. Suddenly, he rose from his place,
and excused himself. Akane regarded him curiously, until she noticed the
tear in his eye, and the fact that he was headed for her mother's shrine.
"Oh, Dad..." she thought to herself, shaking her head.
"How's my little family?" Ranma called, appearing from the hallway.
"Papa!" Miyabi exclaimed, running over to her Dad's waiting arms.
Ranma swept the little girl up, and spun her squealing through
the air. Masao had now wandered over as well, and watched wide-eyed and
grinning as his sister swung through the air. He raised his pudgy little
arms to Ranma as he set Miyabi down giggling, and his Dad responded by
swooping him up and giving him a gentler spin.
"Careful, Dad... He just woke up." Akane cautioned, smiling at her
happy family.
After the greetings were finished, the four of them sat around the table
with Soun and Genma and enjoyed the meal. It had taken a lot of years,
but Akane had finally gotten the hang of good cooking, and her meals
were something to look forward to. Throughout supper, Ranma chattered
away happily with his children, at times making them laugh so hard that
they couldn't eat. Akane tried to settle them, but it was to no avail.
All she could do was smile, her heart filled with pride as she watched
the scene before her.
After Akane and Miyabi cleared the table, Soun and Genma returned
to their Go board, and Ranma wandered out by the pond, sitting quietly on
a rock.
After several minutes, Akane noticed her husband sitting alone, flinging
the occasional stone into the glassy water. Biting her lower lip, she
walked out and sat beside him quietly.
"Ranma.. what's bothering you? I'm not used to you being so quiet."
"Akane.. " he began, tossing another stone. "We have a little money,
now that the Dojo is doing well, and the kids are finally old enough. I
think.."
"Don't say another word. I know what you're going to suggest." She
broke in, lowering her eyes. "You want to go back to China."
"Yes." He replied, softly. "I have brought enough disgrace to my
family, and it's time to rid myself of this curse for good."
"Ranma. If it's me you're doing this for, you needn't worry. I love
you no matter what form you take."
"I know. That's why this hurts so much." He replied sadly, tossing
another rock, this time with emphasis.
"Akane, you and the kids are my entire life. I can't ask you to bear
this disgrace any longer simply because of your love for me." He began,
turning to Akane and taking her soft face in his hand. "And our children;
I would die for them, but I subject them to this burden every day of their
lives. It's too much to ask of you, and of them, Akane." He continued,
his fists clenching. "I never want to see that red-haired girl again."
He continued, his Chi smoldering.
Akane could see the years of built up rage in Ranma's eyes, and sighed
heavily, her heart going out to her husband's tortured soul. Reaching
up, she hugged him for all she was worth.
"If you want to go back to China, then we can leave any time you wish.
I just want to be with you, and I want you to be happy."
"Thank you Akane.. I love you." Ranma replied, hugging his wife tightly.
After making some very discreet arrangements, Ranma and Akane boarded a
plane and left Nerima on a direct flight for Hong-Kong. They had gone
to great lengths to ensure that no one knew of their plans, and even
bought their tickets under false names. Ranma didn't want anyone
knowing he was going, since he wanted to handle this affair privately,
and avoid a disaster like the "Japanese Nanichuan" incident of several
years ago.
Upon arriving in China, they wasted no time in renting a car and
heading for Jusenkyo. Akane was nervous about the entire trip, fearing
that something would go wrong, leaving them in a worse predicament
than the one they sought to remedy. Also on her mind was that, despite
never having told Ranma so to his face, she had grown to genuinely
like onna-Ranma, and knew she would miss her.
As they traveled, Ranma became more excited with each passing mile.
He described various places along the route that he and his father had
been through, telling Akane of their training rituals, adventures and
misadventures. She was impressed with his knowledge of this foreign
country, even though it had been almost fifteen years since he had been
here. That thought made Akane realize just how long they had known one
another, and how much they had changed over the years. Ranma was no longer
the brash, arrogant, excitable boy she once knew, and she was no more the
headstrong, pugilistic, narrow-minded girl she had once been. She still
threw the odd object at Ranma when his mouth moved faster than his brain,
but time had mellowed them both, and they had a family to consider, too.
As these thoughts played through her mind, she glanced at her reflection
in the vanity mirror, and gently fingered the small strands of gray hair
that had recently shown up in her now fairly long pony-tail.
Sighing, she smiled gently to herself, and snuggled up against her
husband's side.
Ranma, noticing her nuzzling up against him, smiled happily and draped
his free arm over her shoulders. She responded by snuggling in even closer.
As night fell, Ranma pulled into a Hotel that was located only a few
miles from Jusenkyo Proper and the fateful training grounds. Gently waking
the now dozing Akane, he checked them in and led her to their room. After
unpacking, Ranma took advantage of the occasion to take Akane out for dinner,
splurging on a feast fit for a king in the hotel's fancy restaurant.
All through the meal, Ranma noticed that Akane seemed preoccupied,
almost distant at times. Finally, he could stand it no longer.
Taking aim, he flicked a fish-cake at her cheek, where it struck with a
resounding splat.
Akane turned to him, eyes flaring. "What is your problem, Ranma?" She
yelled, slamming her hands on the table. The sudden outburst caused a
waiter directly behind her to almost drop the tray of food he carried,
and heads to turn all over the room.
"Now that's more like it!" Ranma exclaimed, grinning. "Now you're back
here with the rest of us." He continued, looking her in the eye.
"Ranma, you...!" She began, about to issue her favorite comeback.
However, she stopped in mid-sentence, and lowered her head. "I'm sorry,
Ranma.. I guess I haven't been much company tonight." She stated, settling
back into her chair.
"What is it Akane? The food no good?" He asked, trying to pry her
thoughts out.
"No, Ranma.. It's wonderful. I haven't had *real* Chinese for ages."
She replied, trying to get Into the occasion.
"Okay.. then what is it?"
"I can't put my finger on it.. I'm kind of confused, I guess. I don't
know how to feel about this trip." She replied, resting her chin in her hands,
and looking wistfully at Ranma.
"Believe me, Akane.. it's for the best. You'll have a real husband for
the first time in your marriage." Ranma encouraged, reaching across the
table to touch Akane's hand.
"I know... It's just going to be an adjustment."
Ranma nodded his agreement, and finished the rest of his meal in silence,
leaving his wife to her thoughts.
After the dinner, they returned to their room, where Akane promptly
excused herself and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Ranma to flip
through channels on the T.V. Several minutes later, Akane reappeared,
dressed in the sexy negligee she had first worn on their honeymoon, and
carrying something concealed behind her back.
Ranma heard her approach, and turned to see her posing demurely before
him, looking every bit as lovely as she did the first time he saw her in it.
He drank in every minute detail of her sexy curves, in awe of how she looked
so gorgeous even after almost 10 years of marriage and two children. Her
chest was still firm and perky, her stomach still flat and lean, and her
legs were as lithe as those of a dancer. The light from the open bathroom
door created an almost angelic glow around her, and Ranma could only stare,
open-mouthed, at the beautiful sight before him.
"Akane.. You look incredibly... beautiful." He finally managed to
sputter, his voice barely a whisper.
"Ranma.. " She began, softly. "I know how you feel about this, and I
would accept your decision not to humour me, but I have to ask you. Just
once more... for the last time?" She asked softly, producing the hotel
ice bucket from behind her, already filled with cold water.
Ranma leapt off the bed, and in one fluid motion was before Akane,
looking into her pleading eyes.
"Akane-chan... for you, anything." He whispered, pulling her soft form
close to him.
The next morning, onna-Ranma awoke with the dawn, still holding a
slumbering Akane tightly. She looked around the room briefly, noticing that
the bed and surrounding furniture resembled a war-zone. Thinking about how
it got that way brought a wry smile to the Chinese girl's face. Gently, she
slid out from beside her sleeping spouse, and made her way to the bathroom.
Standing before the shower door, Ranma looked at his female incarnation
once again, and his thoughts drifted back to the previous night. Akane
seemed to really enjoy making love to him when he was like this, even
though she thoroughly enjoyed regular sex, too. For a moment, he
considered simply changing his mind about going to Jusenkyo. He was
intent on ridding himself of this curse, but if Akane was to say she
really wanted to keep onna-Ranma around, he knew, deep inside, that
he would not be able to refuse her.
Sighing, he drew a bath, then stepped into the shower and washed up.
As he sat in the bath a few minutes later, he heard Akane stir, and
call out his name.
"I'm in here, Akane!" He responded, happy that she was awake.
Akane wandered into the bathroom sleepily, still totally nude herself.
Ranma still had to swallow hard when he saw her like this, even though
he knew her body intimately.
"Morning, sleepyhead." He chimed, rising from the bath and grabbing a
towel.
"Morning, Ranma." She responded, happily giving him a big kiss. He
returned the favor, then patted her sexy backside as he left the room.
After Akane had finished in the bathroom, she rejoined Ranma as he sat
at the small table near the bed. Ranma could tell that she was thinking
about something, and he had a pretty good idea what it was.
"What is it?" He asked, not really sure he wanted to hear the answer.
"I.. " she began, turning to look him in the eye. "I was just thinking
about the past, and how I used to think you were such a pervert. Now,
I find I'm going to really miss onna-Ranma if you manage to change back
for good. Last night proved it for me." She sighed, wistfully.
"Akane.. I.." Ranma began, but Akane cut him off.
"I love you Ranma.. and I will support you whatever you do. I am really
surprised I feel this way, but when you think about it, she has been as
much a part of my life these last years as you have. We've gone shopping,
had ice cream, shared clothes, talked girl-talk.. She's even saved my
life a few times." She injected, sadly. "Mi-Chan just loves to see
you change, you know. She has even dumped water on you just so she
could play with onna-Ranma." Akane continued, her eyes downcast.
"I know.." Ranma agreed, smiling at the thought. "Its just that I have
to try to shake this curse, Akane. Sure, it's had it's good points, but
it's been a big pain to me. In fact, now that you mention it, it almost
cost me the most important thing in my life. You." He countered, gently
clasping her hand.
"Ranma, No Baka." She replied quietly, leaning forward to hug him.
They held each other for several minutes, and Ranma began to feel cracks
appearing in his resolve. Finally, he decided to put the issue to rest for
all time.
Grasping her shoulders, Ranma moved Akane back from himself, then lifted her
face into view. Looking straight into her wistful eyes and drawing a deep
breath, he asked her the big question.
"Akane.. once and for all, do you want me to change back for good?"
Akane herself took a deep breath before responding. "Ranma.. you... have
to follow your heart. Do what's best for you. My feelings don't really
matter here. After all, this has been your desire for as long as I've
known you. I couldn't bear thinking that you gave up on that just to
please me." she finally admitted, again lowering her eyes.
"Akane.. if this fails, I.. won't try again. I guess that would mean
that I'm fated to remain like this. But until I know, I can't rest."
He asserted, sighing inwardly with relief. "And Akane.."
"Yes, Ranma?"
"Thank you for letting me try."
"Oh, Ranma.." She admonished, hugging him again.
Later, as the two of them climbed back into the car, Ranma looked over
at Akane, who regarded him expectantly.
"Ready?" He asked, eyebrows raised.
"As I'll ever be." She replied, winking at him.
"All right then.. let's go." He exclaimed, starting the car.
A couple of hours later, Ranma wheeled the car into the grounds of
Jusenkyo, and pulled up alongside the small shack that still stood there.
Hearing the vehicle approach, the now aged Chinese Guide poked his head out
to see who it was. Not recognizing the car, he hopped out of the shack and
wandered over to it.
Squinting, he looked into the driver's side window, and his eyes opened
wide when he saw Ranma waving back at him.
"Sir! You come back! And bring pretty woman with you! Very good, sir!"
He exclaimed, stepping back as Ranma opened his door.
"I never thought I'd be glad to see you again, old man. Akane! This is
the Guide Pop and I met here back in the beginning."
"Pleased to meet you." Akane smiled, bowing.
"This pretty lady your wife, sir?" the Guide asked, smiling. "She very,
very pretty. You make strong babies with this one, sir." He continued,
shooting Ranma a wink. Akane blushed sheepishly.
"Why you come back to ju-sen-kyo, sir? Training ground is closed for
ever."
"I know.. I came to show my wife the Spring of Drowned Girl. She knows
all about me, and I wanted to let her see where it all happened. And.. I
want to reverse this curse for good." Ranma stated, looking levelly at the
old Guide.
"Ohh, sir.. only one way you do that. You must be girl, and fall in
Spring of Drowned Man." He began, holding up his familiar, though now grayed
and tattered flip-sign. "Very tragic story of man who drown in spring 890
year ago, and now whoever fall in spring take body of young man."
"You're still doing that?" Ranma asked, flatly.
"It my job, sir." The old Guide smiled. Akane, meanwhile, giggled
quietly to herself.
"Okay.. take us in. It's time to get this over with."
"You sure about this, sir? Very dangerous!"
"More than you know." Ranma deadpanned, grim-faced.
The old Guide shrugged, then walked toward the locked gate leading to
the Springs. As he opened the rusty lock, Ranma took Akane's hand and led
her along into the training area.
Just as it had been almost fifteen years earlier, it was made up of
several hundred scattered pools of water, each with one or two bamboo poles
planted in it. Ranma found himself wondering why the poles weren't rotted,
since the grounds had been closed for so long.
The Guide led the couple to a Spring near the eastern edge of the
grounds. Stopping, he turned to Ranma and Akane, and with a flourish,
announced the name of the Spring.
"This one Spring of Drowned Girl. Very tragic story of girl who drown in
spring 1,500 year ago, and now anyone who fall in spring take body of young
girl." He stated, again producing his flip-sign.
"So this is it, eh, Ranma? The source of all your problems. Looks
innocent enough." Akane observed, leaning forward for a better look.
As she did so, she felt Ranma's hand tighten on hers.
"Be careful, Akane.. I don't want you to fall into one of these.
Okay, old man, where's the Spring of Drowned Man?"
"Over there, sir. We go now, and I show you."
Again, Ranma and Akane followed the Guide through a maze of paths,
and Akane stole a glance at Ranma as they went. His face bore a look of grim
determination, and she found herself becoming nervous for him. She had to
wonder what would happen to him if this didn't work, and found herself
afraid to even consider it.
Finally, they stood before the Spring of Drowned Man, and Akane could
sense Ranma tensing up. The Guide went through his little ritual once again, and
then stood watching Ranma intently.
"Okay, sir. This it. You need to change to girl, then jump in." he
instructed, producing a bucket of water from behind his back.
"Where did you get that?" Ranma spat, recovering from his double-take.
"It my job, sir." The Guide replied, grinning.
Taking the bucket from the guide, Ranma waved Akane back from the edge of
the pool, and dumped it over his head. The now-female Ranma shook the water
out of her hair, and turned to Akane. "This is it. Give me a hug goodbye,
Akane.. If this works.. you'll never see this me again." He stated, opening
his arms to her. Akane stepped forward tentatively, and hugged the small
Chinese girl tightly, sniffing back tears. She wasn't sure, though, whether
the tears were for her, for Ranma, or somehow, for both.
Ranma finally broke from Akane's hug, and turned back to face the Spring.
Striking a ready pose, Ranma went through his preparations. Finally,
after several tense moments of silence, he was ready.
With a blood-curdling yell that made Akane's heart skip a beat,
onna-Ranma leapt into the air, and with a graceful triple forward roll, arced directly
into the waiting pool. The impact generated a huge splash, narrowly missing
Akane and the Guide.
As the dark water closed over her, Ranma immediately sensed something
was terribly wrong. She was sinking fast, almost as if the pool was dragging
her down. Beginning to panic, she struggled as hard as she could to get
back to the surface, but gained little if any ground. As she fought, she
could feel her air running out, and her muscles cramping up. In her mind,
one thought kept her going.. "Akane..."
The waters of the pool slowly settled back to a smooth glassy surface,
showing no trace of the huge intrusion it had just endured. Several long
seconds passed with no movement, not even a bubble rising to the surface.
Akane began to panic, and grabbed the hapless Guide by his tunic.
"He's drowning! Get something to pull him out!! Fast!" She shrieked
into his face.
"Very bad! Very bad! I get rope!" He sputtered, running off for the
rope.
Akane dropped by the edge of the pool, searching in vain for some
glimpse of Ranma. Her eyes welled up with tears, and she could feel the
rising panic tighten her chest.
"Ranma!" she yelled into the dark water. "Ranma! Don't die! Ranma!
Come up, you Idiot!" She yelled again, before dissolving into tears.
"Ranma, nooo...!"
Later, in the Guide's shack, a soaked Ranma lay silently on a makeshift
cot, covered with an old woolen blanket. The Guide paced frantically,
repeatedly muttering "This very bad.. I tell him; Very dangerous!
I tell him!"
Akane lay slumped over Ranma's legs, crying quietly. Ranma lay quite
still, no signs of life showing. Akane reached up and gently touched her
face, brushing an errant lock of red hair away from her eyes.
"Ranma.. No Baka..." Akane whispered quietly, before dissolving in tears once
again.
Abruptly, the silence was shattered by a squeaky female voice.
"I am *not* an Idiot!" Ranma announced weakly.
"Ranma! You're alive!" The Akane gasped, hugging her with joy.
"Ohh, sir.. you make us worry. Not nice thing to do to bride and old
man like me."
"Errgghhh!" groaned onna-Ranma as she tried to sit up. "Oh, damn, that
took a lot out of me.. Hey! Why am I still a girl??" She demanded, staring
at the Guide.
"Hmmm... You say you married?" asked the guide in response.
"Yeah, but what's that got to do with it?"
"Your girl-type.. still virgin or no?"
"No.. but that's not supposed to be your business, anyway!" onna-Ranma
replied, becoming more angry by the minute.
"That it then. Girl-type not virgin, not same as girl who drown in
Spring. Other springs not re-change someone who not same as spirit in Spring.
Too bad..." the Guide answered, shaking his head sadly.
"RRRRHHH! Why didn't you say so!! I wouldn't have come then!"
"Sir.. you no ask!"
Onna-Ranma just glared at the grinning guide, fighting the temptation to
send him through the wall. Finally, she looked around the room for Akane.
"Akane.. did you hear that? I'm stuck like this forever! I'll never be
able to shake this damned curse!" She yelled, her voice cracking with
despair.
"That's okay, Ranma. Everything will be just fine." Answered a
decidedly male voice from the shadows.
Ranma spun toward the voice, seeing only a head of dark hair and those
unmistakable eyes. Akane leaned into the light slowly.
"I guess it really doesn't matter now, Ranma." Akane continued, sadly.
As she moved further into the light, Ranma erked, and had to shake her head
to take another look. Opening her eyes again, her jaw dropped. Before her
knelt a handsome Japanese MAN, who bore a striking resemblance to Akane.
In fact, he was wearing Akane's clothes.
"A.. Akane!? " onna-Ranma sputtered, not comprehending what her eyes
told her.
"Yes, Ranma.. it's me. When you didn't come right back up, I finally
dove in after you. Now, I'm just like you... o..only in reverse."
Akane-Kun replied, not sure whether to laugh or cry.
"Oh, no.. Akane. I'm so sorry.. can you ever forgive me for doing this
to you?" she pleaded, clapping her palms together and lowering her head.
"I.. never should have brought you here. This is terrible." onna-Ranma
continued, her heart breaking as tears streamed from her eyes. "Now, you're
cursed, too." She whispered as the realization sank in.
"Oh, Ranma.. it's not so bad. Now, we can carry on our lives..
when you're a girl, I'll be a boy, and everything will work out great."
Akane-Kun encouraged, wiping his eyes. "And I don't blame you.. I knew
what would happen, but it's nothing compared to the thought of losing you.
I'm just glad you're alive." He continued, opening his arms to the sobbing
Chinese girl.
Onna-Ranma didn't need any more urging. She lunged forward into
Akane-Kun's arms, and the two of them burst out crying almost instantly.
The old Guide, meantime, sneaked out the door, thinking it best that the
two of them be left alone.
As Ranma and Akane stepped off the plane in Nerima 3 days later, they
noticed the gathering of family awaiting them outside the gate. They
looked at each other and sighed in unison.
"Well, best get it over with." Akane stated, winking at Ranma.
"Yeah. Something tells me that the fun is only starting." He replied,
winking back and taking Akane's hand.
"As long as you mean the kind of fun we had back at the hotel, I don't
mind at all." Akane stated, grinning mischievously and kissing Ranma's
cheek.
With that, the two of them began waving at the rest of the family, and
started down the boarding steps.
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End - Almost a Miracle Part 1 of 3, A Ranma 1/2 FanFic By V. Coutu
Comments Welcome, Flames Extinguished!
coutuva@vecdev.com
Well, there you have it.. my first ever attempt at a Fanfic. This is
part one of three, and if it is received well, they will follow
shortly. Enjoy!
Apologies to Takahashi-Chan, <If I may be so forward> for whom I
have the greatest regard!