Hmmph. Well, apparently, either Doug has disappeared into the mists
of Internet non-access or is held hostage by mind-eating xenophiles,
while I and few others have no idea what to make of the story on
http://142.227.43.9/student/cisn/larked/onnama.htm. Bummer.
Unfortunately, I did ask to continue it - way, way back when I first got
this addy. Now, it is time. So Doug, unless you really think I should
not continue it (or if any of you guys think that I shouldn't), please
don't hesitate to say so. I'm also planning to post a mirror of the
Onnama page, if I could finagle some webspace my way...
Again, from that below URL, Doug speaks...
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Please remember that this is fanfic project. It has no bearing on the
real Takahashi storyline, nor is it based solely on Shinto religion. As
well, I do *not* claim any rights to anything here. It all belongs to
someone else, I simply conceived and wrote the fanfiction. Domo! ^_^
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Onnama Saotome Hibiki
created and written by Douglas Larke
edited, textifacted and posted by Nikholas "Switch" F. Toledo
Chapter 1
"No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The rain pelted down heavily on the ragged form of a young boy
kneeling in the rain, his clothes in tatters and his body covered with
blood. His black hair hung heavily over his blue eyes, as if trying to
shield its owner from the bloodshed that surrounded the boy. In the
boy's arms rested the limp, torn body of what was once a young girl.
"Why?!?" screamed the young boy, "why!?!"
"Because I wished it," said the dark figure in front of the young
boy. "All these pathetic fools thought they could defeat me, but none
could. Even you, the great Ranma Saotome could not fell me. Although
I'll admit you gave me a good fight, it seems all for naught. Now I
shall kill you like I killed all your family and your friends."
Ranma's head sunk in despair as he remembered the deaths, every one
burning a hole in his soul as he recalled how each one met their fates,
some of them sacrificing to defend another, who would later die anyways.
Shampoo, Ryouga, Kunou, Tsubasa, Ukyou, Mousse... all made the ultimate
sacrifice so that the ones they loved would stand a chance to survive.
It seemed now like they had died in vain.
And it wasn't just fighters that died. Anyone who was any way
involved with the Toukyou Mafia died. He never understood why Nabiki and
Kasumi had to go down like that; they weren't combatants, and they
definitely didn't deserve to die. Although, he still had no idea what
that ball of light was that protecting her and Nabiki for a while. Was
it his imagination, or did it seems to come from the hands of... Kasumi?
And what became of his mother? The darling woman who he had barely even
had a chance to know? Did she make it?
Ranma shook these thoughts out of his head as he looked at the
figure that loomed over him. These people died... but it would not be
for nothing.... If they died fighting, then so would Ranma, in tribute
to them all.
"I must admit, however," the figure concluded, "the girl you're
holding was the most pleasure to kill. She fought like a dog in heat
while I killed her, angrily resisting my every attempt to take her life
away, but when her body finally broke, when her neck finally snapped like
a twig, it was also beautiful to watch that strength flow out of her eyes
like warm blood...."
A loud screech pierced throught the air. It was Methusdan's last
mistake. Memories of Akane began flooding Ranma's mind: their first
meeting, the times he saved her life, and she his, the marriage, the
first night they made love and how she had felt....
"Noooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed the young boy as all restraint
and memory of past wounds fled from his mind. Ranma summoned up all the
hurt, the loss of his father, friends, mother, and his wife, and formed
into one last blast of chi, which gunned straight at...
Methusdan was too busy gloating in his victory to notice the ball
of chi, and barely had a chance to recognize what it was that was coming
towards him before his body was hurled through five feet of brick and
shrapnel by the the large chi blast that scored a direct bulls-eye on his
chest.
"Take that, you bastard!" screamed Ranma, his eyes glowing red from
intense hatred.
But Methusdan was not listening anymore. He had taken a lot of
damage in his past fights, even more so from his last battle with the
young Saotome, and he had no strength left to combat this last blast.
His body slumped down, bereft of life.
Ranma almost began to shout in victory, but then he remembered the
body that was at his feet now. Ranma fell to his knees in despair,
lifted Akane's body to the sky, and screamed, "why? Why did all this
have to happen?"
"I don't know, son..."
Ranma spun and around to see his mother standing before him,
radiating more chi than he had sensed off any one person before. Beside
her stood a man in a plain white robe with a rice farmer hat covering his
head, hiding his eyes.
"Mother! You lived! How?????"
"All will be explained soon, son. Your victory has saved our
world, and now your friends' and family's spirits can be returned to
their bodies, so that they may return to their lives. But first, allow
me to introduce you to my little brother, your uncle Raiden-kun..."
Ranma automatically assumed the Takahashi finger pose...
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Pretty short? Well, standby for chapter 2. C&C and ideas will gladly
be accepted. Flames will be, too. (Heck, it isn't even mine, and I'm
planning to write the rest of it...)
Confused yet? Oh, you'd better fasten your seatbelts...
Switch
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