I just joined the FFML, and this is my first posting (this is sounding
lame)... anyhoo, to the point of this. I wanted some people to tell me
what they think of this fanfic I wrote. I never get much free time (if any
of you have seen 100% Anime, then you can see why), but I was able to get
20 minutes this morning and wrote this fic....
Please respond personally, it's hard with all the email I have going
through all the FFML stuff. Thanks!
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This fanfic was inspired by the Metallica Song of the same name. It was
written in 15 minutes and edited in 4. It's short, but I think you'll
enjoy it.
Please send all comments/critiques to cberg@stega.smoky.org, or visit 100%
Anime Fanfics at http://www.smoky.org/~cberg/fanfics/ and check out the
fanfiction archive there.
All of this material is owned by Rumiko Takahashi
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Nothing Else Matters....
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A RanmaFic
By Chris Bergstrom
Akane stood by the grave alone. Time had no meaning since his
death, so many days (years!) ago. The sky beckoned Akane to leave, and had
sent rain and cold her way, but she dared not budge. The razor's edge of
night blanketed the grave, a light was not shone anywhere. It was as if
death itself was watching over. Time is nothing in such a place.
She had not been able (nor dared) to speak, lest she anger the
demons that took his life. She only stood, oblivious to the water coming
down around her. She had no umbrella, nor needed one. The moments lasted
an eternity, but she would not falter. She had to speak, she had to
appease the devils of death. The hours standing by his grave, holding the
flowers, stretched on like the eternity of life itself. She waited a few
more moments, allowing her thoughts to congeal into a ray of hope that he
was not really dead...
But he was. Death is inevitable, she felt her death would
definately come soon, now that she had nothing to live for. Her one true
love was dead, the sorrow was deep in her heart, her soul. Life meant
nothing if it could be taken so easily, and so quickly. The tears started
to gently roll down her cheeks. it was a wonder that this had been the
first time she had cried over his death. But then, it had happened so
suddenly...
Now was the moment, she thought, now is the moment to speak....
"Nothing else matters now," she began. Her tears were starting to
drop to the ground, mixing with the rain to become the nectar of life, the
ambrosia of the gods. Rain and tears, her humanity was reaching it's apex.
The stench of death was hanging in the air. She faltered at this point,
groping for the words to come. After a few moments, she felt it was right
to continue...
"Time has spun for an eternity, Ranma, and your death will not
change the course of history, nor really matter in the great scope of
things. You were always so far away, so distant, but always close and dear
to my heart." The words now came freely, she wanted to lift her life from
the burden of death. The words couldn't be much more from her heart.
"I trusted you to the ends of the earth and beyond, Ranma. I'm
sorry that I never admitted my love for you. You believed I never cared
for what you did, never cared for what you knew. But now, I know this: I
always loved you, my dear Ranma, always did. I can admit that now, though
it is too late for it to matter."
The tears were now flowing freely, her face was wet and sickly
pale. She looked it was she herself who was dead, and not the corpse in
the grave before her.
"Nothing else matters, Ranma. The day is done, there's no way to
return to the past. I will never see you again, not in this life anyway.
We experienced true love, and death cannot stop that. Not with a thousand
years to span between. Time has no meaning for love. Nothing else, but
that love, matters."
For the first time in hours, she looked away from his grave. She
looked across the infinate voids of space and time, across the beaches and
valleys of what was her soul. She was empty, her soul no longer a part of
her. She was just a shell of what she once was.
Memories were all she had left of Ranma.......
She thought back to all the times they shared, all the love she
felt but never noticed. How could she have let him die so quickly? So
carelessly?
His life was over, there was nothing that could stop that now. She
could only bring him back through her memories, through the times she had
shared with him. If only she had been able to tell him how much she had
loved him! If only she could have been there when he died!
But she hadn't been there for him, she had been away. And now, she
was permanently away from Ranma. Her heart hung heavy, the day was lost.
She would never gaze upon her Ranma ever again.
She had thought this many times in the last hours, but the
realization struck her full on the heart. She may have thought it, but she
had not said it.
"It's over Ranma... you are gone, nothing can stop what has
happened..." she faltered, not for the first time, searching for the
correct words. The tears were still flowing freely, thick in her throat
and face. It was getting hard for her to speak.
"Life.... life is so... short. We must grasp the moment when it
happens." Her voice suddenly became calm, etherial, the voice she spoke
seemed not to be her own.
"I will never make this mistake again, Ranma."
She approached his grave and lay the flowers, now soggy and
ruined, upon the grave of her beloved. It still had the effect she
intended. She felt Ranma's tombstone shine with a radiance of etherial
light. Ranma was close, would always be close to her, for the rest of her
life.
"Nothing else matters but you, my beloved. I will keep that in my
heart for as long as life is in me." With these final words, she turned
and walked down the hill, away from the grave, her thoughts lost in a
thousand memories, every one of them of Ranma, and the times that she and
he shared....
The good, and the bad.....
Nothing else mattered.
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Thanks for reading this! Please respond personally...
Arigato!
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-You call me a masterless man, but you are wrong.
I am my own master...-
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