Subject: [FFML][FANFIC]"The Memory Remains."/"Sole Survivor."
From: "Jesse Zamora" <jjz_ranma@hotmail.com>
Date: 3/27/1998, 3:29 PM
To: fanfic@fanfic.com

Jesse Zamora

Jjz_Ranma@hotmail.com

And now, a two-pack of fanfics.

WARNING:The first fanfic IS a darkfic, and contains some rather 
disturbing
scenes.  You've been warned.

                         <> Thoughts
                         [] Notes/stage direction
                         "" Quotes and signs.
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                             The Memory Remains
     A Ranma 1/2 fanfic based on the song of the same name by Metallica

Open on the Tendo kitchen, where Kasumi is washing dishes fervently, 
humming
an unidentifiable tune with a smile on her face.

KASUMI:<Gotta get this done SOON.  It's almost time for lunch!>

Suddenly, she feels a hand on her shoulder and quickly turns around, 
slightly
paniced, only to find Ranma-chan before her, a kawaii smile on her face.

RANMA-CHAN:Hi there!  You need some help?

KASUMI:<Well, this is a nice surprise.> [smiling] Thank you, but I'm 
fine.  
Really

RANMA-CHAN[noticing the large pile of plates and glasses in the 
sink]:Are you
sure?  There's no way in hell you're gonna get that done before lunch 
and 
still cook.  Say, why don't I order out while we get this cleaned up?

KASUMI:Well... <She's right.  I can't get this done alone and cook.>  
All
right.  What should we get?

RANMA-CHAN[sternly]:No Nekohanten and NO Ucchan's.

KASUMI:Papa John's* then?

[*:An american-based pizza chain.  For the sake of this fic, I'm 
assuming 
that there are branches in Japan ('sides, their pizza kicks Pizza Hut's 
ASS!)]

RANMA-CHAN:Cool.  Let's wait up a bit, though, so the kitchen doesn't 
look
like such a mess when it gets here.

KASUMI:Okay. [nods]

Kasumi and Ranma-chan begin cleaning dishes, and the pile of dirty 
dishes and
glasses begins to diminish very quickly as clean dishes and glasses are 
put
into their appropriate places.

RANMA-CHAN:Let's call that place now.

KASUMI:... [turns to face Ranma-chan] Ranma??

RANMA-CHAN:Yeah?

KASUMI:Why are you suddenly being so nice to me?  Forgive me, but I'm 
not 
used to it.

RANMA-CHAN[concerned]:Do I normally come across as creul?

KASUMI:No, but you don't come across this nice either.

RANMA-CHAN:It's just that you look... Different... Today.  I thought 
maybe
I'd cheer you up.  So, what's up?

Kasumi's heart sinks rapidly, and her face darkens, becoming sadder.
Ranma-chan quickly takes notice of this change in mood.

RANMA-CHAN:Kasumi??

KASUMI:<Well, it won't help me any, but...>  Ranma?

RANMA-CHAN:Yes?

KASUMI:Can you keep a secret?

Ranma-chan tilts her head to a side, curious.

RANMA-CHAN:Sure.  Why?  <Oh, I've got a BAD feeling about this.>

KASUMI:Today is the anniversity of my most shameful day.

RANMA-CHAN:Oh?

Kasumi begins to speak.  Cut to a flashback of a street so many years 
ago.
Kasumi, a happy little child at the time, skips happily along on the way 
to
the candy store, humming a nonsense toon as little girls tend to do.

LITTLE KASUMI:La da da daaaa, da daaa da, daaa daaa daaa da... Oh, what 
a 
pretty day this is!  I hope that Mr. Shiziru's there today.

Suddenly, a black Volvo comes up from behind the little Kasumi and stops 
next
to her, the driver's side facing her.  The door opens, revealing a man 
in a
brown trenchcoat and hat, a suspicious smile on his face.

MAN:Hello, little girl.

LITTLE KASUMI:Hello, mister.

MAN[in a saccharine voice]:Say, could you help me find the nearest candy 
store?

LITTLE KASUMI:That way. [points to the direction ahead of her]

MAN:Is it any good?

LITTLE KASUMI:Um... Well, I go there all the time.

MAN:You going there now?

LITTLE KASUMI:Yeah.

MAN:How about I give you a ride??

LITTLE KASUMI:Sorry, but mommy and daddy say I shouldn't ride with 
strangers.

MAN:... [feigning hurt] But I'm not a stranger.  Haven't I been NICE to 
you?

LITTLE KASUMI:Well, I guess...

MAN:Well then, come in, uh...

LITTLE KASUMI:Kasumi.

MAN:Kasumi.  You can trust me, yes?

LITTLE KASUMI:<Well...>... [nods] Okay!

Little Kasumi walks into the car, crawls across his lap, and sits 
herself in
the passenger seat next to the man.

LITTLE KASUMI:What's your name, sir?

MAN:Isaka.

LITTLE KASUMI:Isaka?  [Smiles] That's a nice name.

Isaka smiles as he pushes the pedal lightly, propelling the car ahead.  
After
a few seconds, he turns away from the path.

LITTLE KASUMI[smiling]:That's not the way, silly!

ISAKA:I know, Kasumi.  [Takes a hand off the steering wheel and begins 
to rub
the girl's chest roughly with it]

LITTLE KASUMI[frowning]:Why are you doing that...? It hurts...

ISAKA:SShhhh... Let me show you something... [Parks his car in front of 
a
run-down, abandoned building, then takes his other hand off the steering 
wheel and begins to undo his belt with it]

LITTLE KASUMI[starting to cry]:Stop it, Isaka... Stop...

Isaka stops rubbing little Kasumi's chest and moves that hand down to 
her
skirt, rubbing a finger between her legs.  With his other hand, he pulls
something out of his pants that is strange to Kasumi, like a large stick 
of
some sort.

LITTLE KASUMI[paralyzed with fear]:What... What are you gonna do to 
me...?

ISAKA[grinning dementedly]:I'm going to show you what girls are made 
for.

Suddenly, Isaka grabs little Kasumi by her hair and pulls her down to 
his
stick, pushing it into her too-small mouth.

ISAKA:Bob your head up and down.  Suck on it, Kasumi.  You'll LOVE it... 
[Brings a hand to her behind and slaps it hard]

Little Kasumi, out of pure fear and self hatred, she does as she told, 
her
whole body tingling from the horrible taste of the thing.  As she did, 
Isaka
ran his hands along her thighs and grabbed a handful of the girl's 
panties,
pulling them down slowly to reveal her undeveloped privates.

ISAKA:How's this? [Rams a finger into her, causing her to flinch, while 
rubbing the other across her chest]

LITTLE KASUMI[her head jerking away from what she was doing]:ITAI!!*

[*:Japanese expression of pain, often translated to "ouch" or "ow."]

ISAKA[sternly]:Why are you stopping!?  [Brings one hand away from little 
Kasumi's chest and uses it to force her head down again, still forcing 
the
middle finger of his other hand inside her]

LITTLE KASUMI:UMPH! [Bites at the stick in her mouth, but does nothing 
to it
because her teeth are too small]

ISAKA[noticing something pressing against his dick's flesh]:Oh, what a 
bad
girl you are, Kasumi.  Oh well, I bore of you anyway.  [stops caressing 
and
fingering her and grabs her by the shoulders, lifting her up above him] 
Now
I will show you the sole reason for a girl's existance.  [Lowers her 
slowly,
his dick right under her prebubescant hole]

LITTLE KASUMI[panicing]:NO!!!  Don't do this to me, please...

He brings the girl down with great force as he rams his stick deep into 
her,
causing her to yell in pain.  He began a steady series of thrusts and 
withdrawals in and out of her private part, which now flowed freely with
blood.  Little Kasumi cries and yells in pain and sorrow, hoping simply 
that
the pain will go away.  Eventually, her throat begins to hurt too much 
to
scream and she simply sobs, having given up.

ISAKA[feeling his dick begin to swell slightly]:Ah, I'm gonna cum!  Just 
you
wait, little girl!

LITTLE KASUMI[tears flowing like a river from her eyes, an innocent hurt 
in
her voice]:No more... [sobs] Stop hurting me... [sobs]...

ISAKA[thrusting inside her harder, feeling the swelling increase]:Oh, 
YES!
Ah! Ah! Ah! AAHhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Suddenly, a strange liquid shoots into little Kasumi's ravaged body.  
Yet, 
she can barely feel it for the blood that rushes from her.  As Isaka's 
thrusts slow to a stop, Kasumi loses consciousness, crying even in her 
sleep.

Fade to black.

Cut to the present day.  Kasumi is shaking in front of Ranma-chan, tears
flowing liberally.

KASUMI:When I woke up... [sobbing violently]... I was... In the 
hospital.
Mother had taken me to the doctor to get me "fixed up"... She knew what 
had
happened to me, but... but she said nothing to father or to my sisters, 
taking that secret to her grave with her.  I'm so ashamed... [Begins to 
sob 
uncontrollably, trying unsuccesfully to speak any further, her body 
trembling 
as tears fall like a stream from her eyes]

Ranma-chan walks up to Kasumi and hugs her.  Kasumi flinches at first, 
but 
then loosens up inside the other girl's arms.

RANMA-CHAN:Shhh, I'm not gonna hurt you like that guy did.  [Runs a hand
along Kasumi's hair] Why didn't you tell anyone?

KASUMI[her sobbing dying down]:... [Looks down in shame] I couldn't do 
that.
I was afraid...

RANMA-CHAN:Of being hurt again?

KASUMI:Not only that, but... I just wanted it to go away... I wanted it 
to
get better... But, it hasn't.  I'm so ashamed...

RANMA-CHAN[shaking her head]:No, you have nothing to BE ashamed of.

KASUMI:But... I was the one who went in the car...

RANMA-CHAN:You were a CHILD!  How were you supposed to know what was 
gonna
happen??

KASUMI:I... I... [Begins to tremble, her tears strengthening once again]

RANMA-CHAN[her voice soothing]:Don't let this eat you up, Kasumi.  You 
don't
deserve this, not after how you came out.  

Ranma-Chan lifts Kasumi's face gently by the chin so that their eyes 
meet.

RANMA-CHAN:Look, I can't say I know what you feel, but I can tell you 
that I
would NEVER have been able to go through what you did that day and still 
have
that wonderful heart that we all have come to see as your greatest 
feature.

KASUMI:... But I was so foolish... Part of me even thinks that I 
deserved it
somehow...

RANMA-CHAN:No.  No one deserves to be assaulted like that, ESPECIALLY 
not you
Kasumi.  Stop blaming yourself, or it'll eat at you forever.

KASUMI:... How CAN I stop blaming myself...? [Looks down again]

RANMA-CHAN:... [takes one of Kasumi's gentle hands into her own] 
Kasumi...
Listen to me.  That was LONG in the past.  I'm not saying to forget it 
or 
anything, but stop feeling guilty for it... [Tears begin to form in her 
eyes]
I know it hurts, but... It's not your fault... I... I... [begins to cry  
herself]... I wish I could help you...

KASUMI:Ranma... You've... You've... [breaks down again into sobs]

Ranma-Chan hugs Kasumi hard, the two of them crying rivers on each 
other's 
shoulders, only calming down after several minutes of tearful release.  
They
then stand there, hugging each other gently, silently.  Eventually, one 
of
them decides to speak.

RANMA-CHAN:I'm sorry, Kasumi.

KASUMI:Why?

RANMA-CHAN:I tried to comfort you, yet when I saw you so tortured, in so
much anguish, I couldn't take it...

KASUMI:No, it's okay.  You did enough.  Just don't let it... Get to you 
so...

RANMA-CHAN:It happened so long ago, Kasumi.  You have to forgive 
yourself...
Please...

KASUMI:I... I'll try.  I don't know if I can, but I'll try any way I 
can.
[trying to sound recomposed] Now, we'd best call Papa John's before 
everyone
starts complaining.

RANMA-CHAN[somber]:Okay.  I'll go and call.  [Lets go of Kasumi and 
turns to 
leave, walks to the door... Then turns around] Kasumi.

KASUMI:Eh?

RANMA-CHAN:You've come a long way since then.  Remember that [Turns back 
and 
exits]

Kasumi stands alone in the kitchen, her eyes almost completely blank.

KASUMI:Ranma, that was nice of you to talk to me like that, and I will 
try to
live on, but... But the memory remains...

Fade to black.  End of "The Memory Remains."
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Now, before the entire legion of Kasumi fans come to Miami, FLA to lynch 
me,
let me explain.  I've often heard about child molestation cases in the 
news,
and while every one of them were tragic, they all seemed so impersonal 
when
reported.  I know that it's all part of the semi-responsible journalism 
practiced here in South Florida, but I still felt that no one would 
really
feel anything lest there was a personal edge to it.  I was pondering 
this as
I was listening to my new Metallica CD, "RELoad."  When track 2, "The 
Memory
Remains," came on, I got the solid idea for this fic.  It's angry and 
sad and
has a semi-depressing ending, but I felt that a story with even some 
happy
crap would deminish what I tried to accomplish.  Oh, and I know it was a 
tad
bit exaggerated at the end, but when you think about it, what is drama 
if not
dramatic?  And, who wouldn't cry when hearing someone so close to them 
going
through such suffering?  Before you say "Why Ranma?" I'll tell you.  
While he
lives in the Tendo home, he is still an outsider as he is not of Tendo 
lineage.  As such, he'd be the best person for the seemingly invincible 
Kasumi to confess her secrets to, even if he seems less than trustworthy 
half
of the time.  Not only that, but he seems to have a hidden 
sentimentality 
that has to be wrung out of him pretty forcibly from time to time.  I 
figured 
that Kasumi's horrors would be sufficient (although I admit to SLIGHTLY 
exaggerating Ranma's sentimentality ^_~).  Well, realism must sometimes 
be 
sacrificed in order to produce the desired effect anyway.
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And now for the second fanfic.

While this one is unlikely to offend anyone, it's still pretty damn 
depressing.  I suggest that if you just finished the last one to pick up 
a
happier title and reading that beforehand.
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                               Sole Survivor
                              A Yotoden fanfic

STORY TIMELINE:The story takes place a few months after the end of the 
Yotoden OAV series.  Flashbacks are taken directly from Yotoden Chapter 
3:Flames of Anger.

Open on a cemetary in northern Japan on a dark and stormy night.  
Ayanosuke
stands between two graves, dressed in her ninjitsu outfit.  She has a 
somber
air about her, even as she tries to stay calm, running a hand through 
her
now loosly hanging dark blue hair.

AYANOSUKE[talking to the graves, solomn]:How was it that I was the only 
one
left to stand among the three?  Why couldn't I die with you two?

She walks closer to the grave on the right, a halberd stabbing into the 
ground.

AYANOSUKE:Ryoma.  You were kind, unselfish, and always one to lend a 
hand. 
These were alyays qualities that... [breathes deeply] That I lacked.  
Even
though your home was destroyed, you had no hatred toward anyone, and 
fought
only for the sake of duty.

She kneels before the grave, her head sunken.

AYANOSUKE[choking up]:Why... Why did you die?

Flashback to several monthes before.  Ayanosuke and a severely injured
swordsman in white Kanjutu gear stand below a young man in a brightly 
colored
robe, his chest impaled by the blade of a halbered.  Holding the  
habered,
dressed in brown pants and tunic, is a rough-looking man.

RYOMA[the man with the halbered]:Mistress Ayanosuke!  Sakon!  Kill him! 
Even
if it means killing both of us!

AYANOSUKE:Master Ryoma!

The swordsman raises his longsword, which glows a bright blue with a 
great
power.  
                                            
SWORDSMAN:I call upon the power of the Whirlwind Attack!!!

He unleashes his sword's power in the form of an awesome blast of energy 
aimed at Ryoma and the robed man.

AYANOSUKE[turning her head to the swordsman in shock]:Sakon!

Sakon [the swordsman] doesn't respond.  Ayanosuke takes unsheathes her 
short
sword.

AYANOSUKE[tears flowing freely]:Master Ryoma...

Ayanosuke takes her short sword in front of her, it's power gathering 
for her
attack.

AYANOSUKE:MASTER RYOMA!!!

Her sword's energy becomes a powerful energy blast which tears into 
Ryoma and
the robed man.  

Cut to the present.  Ayanosuke is still knelt before Ryoma's grave, 
trembling 
slightly.

AYANOSUKE:I feel so horrible thinking about it, Ryoma.  You never did 
anything to hurt me, and yet I killed you without even trying to find 
another 
way.  I'm sorry, Ryoma.  I'm so sorry.

Ayanosuke rises to her feet, then walks over to the other grave, this 
one 
with a longsword sticking into it.

AYANOSUKE[struggling to speak through her sobs]:Sakon... You fought for 
a
cause you didn't believe... Something you knew you'd die senslessly for.  
I
wish... I wish I didn't know why... God, I wish I didn't know why you 
killed
yourself...

Flashback to a few moments after the last flashback.  Sakon, mortally 
wounded, is laying down, face up, his sword in hand, while Ayanosuke is 
on 
her knees, hovering over him.

SAKON[struggling to speak]:We got them... Didn't we, Ayame?

AYANOSUKE[AYAME][gently]:Yes, we got them.

SAKON:And I guess... You'll return to being a woman now.

Ayanosuke remains silent, her face a mask of held in grief.

SAKON:There were so many things I wanted to tell you... But I can't 
remember 
a single one of them...

AYANOSUKE[falsly confident]:If it's another one of your lectures, you'll 
have
plenty of time to give me that later.

SAKON:That's right... [sadly] I wanted, just for once, to talk to you... 
The 
way a man talks to... A woman.

AYANOSUKE:Sure.  That wouldn't be bad.

SAKON:This time... I'll have to be careful... Not to let you knock me 
out...
[turns his head to look at the sky, a small, almost unnoticable smile on 
his
face] Ayame, look.  The moon.  It's a... Full moon.

Ayanosuke looks up to the moon, her eyes quivering.

SAKON:It's so quiet...

AYANOSUKE:Yes... So quiet... [Looks down to Sakon, her sadness now 
showing 
clearly in her tear-filled eyes.  Sakon's eyes are closed, and he 
appears to 
be resting peacefully] Sakon...! [Begins to cry and sob uncontrollably].

She stays next to Sakon's body, crying almost endlessly.  

Cut to the present.  Ayanosuke is curled up in fetal position before 
Sakon's 
grave, sobbing.

AYANOSUKE[struggling through her sobs]:I knew that you... You loved 
me... 
Just as I loved you... [bites her lip, trying to rein in her emotions, 
all in
vein]... If only... We never had the swords... Maybe then... Maybe then, 
I
could be Ayame for you... Maybe I could be a woman for you... But, that 
was... That was not my... fate...

Her sobs lose some intensity, enough for her to speak without breaking 
into
tears.  She tries to stand, but her legs, like her body, are weak from 
her
grieving, and she falls to her knees.

AYANOSUKE[through her sobs]:I know that... You want me to be Ayame, but,
without you, I can never be that woman... I'm sorry, but... When you... 
died,
so did she.  If only... You could come back, then, maybe...

Tries again to stand.  This time, she is strong enough to rise.

AYANOSUKE:I love you, but I can never fufill your last wish.  [Her sobs
begining to strengthen again] I wish that I had died instead of you, 
Sakon. 
At least, you'd be strong enough to go on.  I... [with all her will, she 
tries to repress her tears, but a few still flow]... I can never be what 
you 
want.  I can never be... Ayame.  [Hangs her head down in sorrow] I'm 
sorry, 
Sakon...

With that, Ayanosuke vanishes into the night.  However, her tears still 
flow,
leaving a trail north.

Fade to black.  End of "Sole Survivor."
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Now, on the heels of "The Memory Remains," you're probably wondering why 
the
hell I wrote this little catharsis piece.  After Sakon's death in 
Yotoden 3, 
Ayanosuke's prolonged response to everything that's happened is left
unexplored in favor of an exploration of the historical importance of 
the
battles that she, Ryoma, and Sakon endured.  I played around with the 
concept
of Ayanosuke trying to be a "woman" as defined by the standards of that 
time,
but I didn't think that she'd really be able to fit in with feminine
stereotypes after what she'd been through, especially after having lost
one so dear to her [namely, Sakon].  Instead, I see her as not really 
able to
handle her grief in a manner that would let her live on at all, much 
less to
go back to normal womanly ways.  I guess the best analogy would be to 
liken
her to a female Rambo; a broken-hearted veteran wandering about looking 
for
a purpose to live a life filled with so much loss.  That probably sounds
stupid as all hell, but that's the best explanation for Ayanosuke as I 
see
her.
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Anyway, it's well past time that I shoved off to get this thing posted 
onto
both the FFML and on my NEW fanfic site.  Props go out to my GIGANTIC 
family,
to Henry Lee, Danny Fanego [Cruiserweight champion of the Metal 
Militia],
the whole FFML [I'm BAAAAAACK!], the N.W.O [4 Life], Sony, AnimEigo Chat
[http://www.animeigo.com/Siphon/chat.t], The Fantasy Castle 
[http://www.fantasycastle.com], Mojoski General Chat 
[http://www.mojoski.com/cgi-bin/mojogen.cgi], Drama III class 
[especially
Mattias Dierno], Degeneration X, the Blue Ribbon Campaign, West Coast 
Video,
Central Park Media [Yotoden was a homerun, guys!], AD Vision [I liked 
Miyuki-chan!], VIZ Video [You guys best keep bringing them Ranma 
videos],
The Right Stuf International, Wu-Tang Clan, Puff Daddy, Ma$e, Foxy 
Brown,
Lil' Kim, McKinley Morganfield, all the mother fuckers out there 
bootlegging
tapes so that peoples don't have to pay $30.00+ for a 30 minute subbed 
tape
[MEMO TO THE COMPANIES:Yes, pricing DOES have something to do with 
piracy],
Jim Rome [welcome to the jungle...], Pioneer Entertainment, Squaresoft, 
Capcom, Beseen Chat Provider [http://www.beseen.com], Neil Rogers, 
Rumiko
Takahashi, Go Nagai, U-Jin, CLAMP, all the other groups involved in the
distribution of the drug called Anime, and to all the Otaku hentai ass 
mother
fuckers who love my fanfics!  I've betrayed you guys by leaving, but you 
can
bet I'm all the way back.  C&C will keep me here!  Anyways, I am GONE! 
[for
now]

     Ash to ash
     Dust to dust
     Fade to black
     The memory remains.
          -Metallica.
          From the song "The Memory Remains."

PS:The format will be much better when this is added to my fanfic site.  
Watch for it... SOON!!!


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