Reflections
A Ranma 1/2 Fanfic
By Turbo
I look before me and see a face that is not mine. I do
not recognize my features nor my form. I see a beautiful
figure in my mirror. The curve of my face, my nose, my
mouth, eyes, ears, even hair all tell me I am someone else.
I stand back and watch my image follow. It is a creepy
feeling, seeing someone who is not you mimic every gesture,
every nuance. I shudder slightly at this thought.
What is trully odd, is that this body of mine feels like
me. It is natural, easy, fast and limber. When I perform my
katas, I know where each strike lands and where each block
goes. My body does it by itself, and it _feels_ right.
Looking into the mirror changes all this.
I run my hands over my skin, and I revel in the feeling.
I see in the mirror a face flushed, full of life and
excitement.
The wind blows through the open window, making the
curtains billow. The blast chills my damp skin further, and
I shiver. I walk into the bathroom proper and close the
offending opening. Just as I close it, a click or two is
heard. Knowing the source, I choose to ignore it.
Pictures are worth a thousand words, or to her a thousand
yen. I will never forget the day I discovered where all
those pictures she took went. My only satisfaction is that
he does get pummeled for being so stupid, or greedy, or
amorous. The thought that he is after me makes my blood
boil.
Thinking of his attentions, I cannot forget his other
'special girl'. My fiance, my iinazuke. Why did our fathers
engage us? I almost think that the two of us could get
along better without this obligation hanging between us.
With the window closed and locked, I turn back to the
open foyer. I am thankful that I left the occupied sign on
the outside door. Again I see myself in the mirror, and
again I am shocked to see not myself but someone else. I am
not certain if this is because I have never trully looked
at myself before, or if it is because I am still growing,
still changing.
The thought scares me. Will I still change? Will I fill
out even farther? Will I go past the point where I no
longer _feel_ right?
A rogue thought pass infront of my mind. What if I become
pregnant? My reflection shows a stare of utter horror and
revulsion. In my stomach I feel a knot, it spreads through
my body as I try to bury that thought. My body would twist
far past it's orginal design. I cannot concieve what it
would be like. All my martial arts training would be for
nothing.
After the initial surge of disgust, my mind explores the
thought clinically, detacted. I could not train during that
period. I would be incapable of doing much of anything. My
body would be deformed, and I would not be able move.
I sit down and put my clothes on. I stop only to look in
the mirror.
It is a wonderous image I see,
no wonder boys are after me.
I cannot help but look,
For each garment I took.
I am eager to go my way,
I look forward to the day.
I know I will enjoy the sound,
when I marry my fiance.
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All characters in Ranma 1/2 are copywriten by Rumiko
Takahashi, Shokukan Video, and Viz Video.
I hope that Takahashi-san understands to the fullest the
richness of characters that she has brought to the
enjoyment of all people, everywhere.
Ranma 1/2 lives as long as people enjoy it. Make it thrive.
Suggestions, comments, flames can be sent to
Turbo@ns1.relex.com
(P.S. I have ony one question for you readers. Who is the
narrator?)