Suicide Blast

It all started with a phone call...

    "Yo, Ryouga, I got something wonderful to tell ya...

. . .

    He had mastered it! Now, of all times, he had mastered the
Depression Blast. Of course, this was the only way he could have
mastered it. The Shishi Houkoudan was a force of pure pain and
inescapable misery. The final use of it was the end of all misery. A
technique designed to end the suffering of those who used it. To master
it meant to master your own pain, to lump it with your life-force and
then fling it all to the emptiness beyond; to go out with a bang as it
were.

o  o  o

    "Oh god, Ryouga!" Ranma and Akane rushed over to the young martial
artist as the boy vomited a red ichor, blood and phlegm falling in spats
about the ground. She covered her face with both hands, stepping back
and shaking her head, horrified. He was in another world of pain, one
that young ladies, smiling parents, laughing children and butterscotch
sundaes had no place in. Even worse, it didn't seem new to him; it
almost looked like home.

O  O  O

    Gingerly he looked to the young man's eyes. They seemed to be
swallowed by the fragment of light, his orbs reflecting the bluish
illumination eerily. Suddenly, he realized, this young man was one of
them, one of those people who could leap buildings or run faster then
bullets, things like that. It was like being beside an angel. With a
thought, his current night-time companion could wipe away a lifetime's
worth of hopes and dreams, and not break a sweat. But, if this guy was
an angel, he was looking at that glowing piece of power like it was God.

(   )  (   )  (   )

    Now it was Ryouga's turn to stare into the abyss. Hell loomed dark
and wide in Ranma's eyes. Lakes of fire burned merrily while embers
drifted about and a soul screamed in silence. Somewhere, in the very
back of all that madness, just barely visible, the lost boy's light
winked at him, from inside Saotome's iris. Everything had gone wrong,
his light had abandoned him, his egress was now someone else's. He had
succeeded in creating the necessary monster, but not within himself.

(  B  O  O  M  )


It will end with a bang...

    Suicide Blast, not quite Dark, something, more personal then that.
Life and death, hope and resolution, faith and fear... an egress looms
wide for the one willing to follow the light, and Ryouga has no where
else to go. Or does he?

    It's a fight to the life for Ranma, but will he lose his way? It's a
fight for escape for Ryouga, is he willing to pay the price? Everything
hinges on the light, and it's not telling. Blue and Gold, gold and
blue... dancing about, as those around them serve as the orchestra...

    Things will never be the same...

Suicide Blast, presented by OtakuNXS in association with Mad Bad
Bishonen Productions... now has a web page of it's own, I simply ask
that you take a look...

http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Temple/3342/Suicide.html

For the Suicide Blast web page or go to Myrriden's wonderful collection
of Ryouga fanfics at... Myrriden's Lost World of Ryouga...

http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Dojo/6757/

	...who said suicide is supposed to be a surprise?

There will always be one who can see it coming, like the headlight of an
oncoming train. Nobody should be alone when the whistle blows...

Revenge's End Mad Bad Bishonen Lad
Caretaker of the Dark and Lonely Place (COR Deaconate)
The Parrot King

(It was as though some great epic, crafted by a goddess of wit and
merriment, had been handed off to a clinically depressed madman.)
      /
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