The Promise
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     Walking through the darkness, passed a figure shrouded in mystery. 
Silence followed, the absense of sound louder than any noise could be. 
Crossing the hallway, the person, indecernable as either male of female,
passed into a room crowded with the affairs of years; memories made
objects, the clutter of living. Seating itself in the center of the
room, the figure bowed it's head, and began to softly weep.
     How long had it been since those years had passed on?  Decades,
centuries, millenia?  Too long, as the memories slowly fade, despite the
reminders in this room, made to reinforce those times.  And yet, even
now, that single face made it's way to the forefront of thought, unfaded
by the course of life, as unchanging as stone.
     And as life brings sorrow, so the curse of immortality makes it
eternal, bringing it past it's normal course, and casting it beyond the
winds of time.  Rising, the tracks of tears still running down, Saotome
Ranma passed from the shrine, whispering softly...
     "Someday I'll join you Akane; that I promised, and that I swear".

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Ok, ok, I admit that I cut this off rather short, but the process known
commonly as bullshitting is completely foriegn to me, leading to REALLY
short fics.
This came to me while rather depressed and shows all sorts of problems
with me.
C&C always welcome!

Azhrael
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