This is SLIGHTLY YAOI so if you don't like the thought of two male 
characters together, DO NOT READ.  I'm forwarding this for a friend
so direct all comments to me at csmith2@home.com



disclaimer here- Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!! None of these characters
belong to me!!!!!!!!!!

Author's notes- This is not my first fanfiction written, it is however
the first fanfiction I have posted. I hope you like it and don't flame
me in within an inch of my life. Shadowcat has been very kind in 
posting this for me and she also did a great job of editing this
for me. I admit right now I can't spell to save my life or the lives
of others. So I ask your forgiveness before hand. I hope you enjoy
my story and look forward to C & C. Just don't burn me too bad.

Crimson Tears

by Nyghthawk



	He sweeps through them like Death on Doom's Day. In his wake is
a tidal wave of blood with dismembered body parts as sand to this
ocean.  Such viciousness seems so alien. Well, alien if you knew him
before his mortal life. The scariest thing is, there was no anger in his
actions. He does all this with a clear head and cold calculation.
Like someone deciding the moves in a game of chess. He is terrifying
because he is the perfect cold blooded killer.

	He flicks the blood from his swords in an unconscious gesture
and in a well practiced set of moves returns his swords to weapon space.
His once pure white clothes a solid red. The rest of him is just as
saturated. He looks like he was showering in blood. Worse his big 
beautiful white wings are just as red. Blood is literally dripping
from his feathers.
	
	None of the blood is his. Not that I can tell from where I'm
watching him. I just know. I know him. He doesn't even have a scratch.
Pretty impressive since he just shredded a whole demon army single
handily.  They weren't major demons but any demon is much more dangerous
than a bug or any wild animal. Also I was not exaggerating when I said
he took out an army. I'm talking two thousand demon give or take
twenty or thirty.

	His weapons stowed he quickly scans the graveyard that had meant
to be a battle field. A quick scan confirms all demons dead. His
face is cold as he looks over the carnage he wrought. His huge wings open
and without a glance back he flies off. Little drops of blood raining
off his wings as he flies into the distance.

	I can tell you honestly that seeing him like this scares the
hell out of me. What scares me more is he's been chosen to go through the
Trials of Godhood. I have absolutely no idea what's on Kami-sama's mind
but sometimes I wonder about his sanity. I pray this does not end up as 
another Ragnorak.

	He is dangerous now but as a God there is no limit to the amount
of havoc and carnage he could cause. I used to know him like a part of 
myself, but I don't know him as he is now.

	Very few Angels who have Fallen ever Ascend, but Ranma did it.
He did it in a single mortal lifetime. Before his Fall he was simply an
Angel, now he is an Archangel. A rank that is rarely bestowed and is
always earned with blood, sweat, and personal sacrifice.

	I watch him because I fear him and fear for him. I am the reason
he Fell in the first place. He took the punishment that should have
been mine. He shielded me and paid a heavy price for his sacrifice.
They do not call it Falling for nothing.

	Not only was he thrown to the mortal plain, a curse was also
placed upon him. For every moment of his life he was going to have to
fight.  Fight for his living, fight for his life, and fight for his very
sanity. Also he was to be a magnet of evil and negative imbalances. Those 
representations of chaos would be drawn to him. He would have no peace 
that wasn't earned at great price.

	I followed him to the mortal plane. Yet I could not help him and
in fact ended up adding to his burden. Knowledge and the power of my
divine self were locked away as I went through a mortal life. Not my
first mortal life, but I regret not being able to remember him and why
I came.

	My mortal self was an angry Chinese boy named Pantyhose Tarou.
My mortal life was hard but not so bad despite the hideous name and
Juysenkio curse. The curse actually worked for me and the name gave my
life a goal. One which I never reached. I had it easy compared to Ranma.

	I am Tarou, God of the Kitsune, second class, limited. I am also
known as the Fox God and the God of Cunning. Like the beings I represent, 
cunning and playfulness are parts of my nature.  Sometimes I'm too smart 
for my own good or the good of others.

	Before getting involved with me Ranma had been a simple Angel.
No special rank or duties. Just one of a million other angels that
ran errands for various gods and goddesses. He was well liked and
always wore a smile no matter what he was doing. He was a lot like
Kasumi and the Goddess of the Present Belldandy. Kindness seemed to 
radiate from him in an almost tangible aura.

	He was perfectly happy until the day I stepped into his life.
All because of a stupid bet my cousin Coyote made. To make a long
story short I took him out, got him drunk, and screwed the life out of
him.  I was quite drunk myself so there were several things I didn't
realize at the time.

	The next morning I did what I usually did. Complemented him,
told him I had a wonderful time, and left without looking back. Sometimes
I think it would have been better if it had stayed that way.

	To my obliviousness Ranma's smile disappeared. He wasn't
depressed but he wasn't his usual caring self either. This was noticed
pretty early on. As I said he was well liked by many of the gods he did
errands for. They back tracked what had happened to the source. Namely
me and the stupid bet. For me to be involved was bad enough but that
it was part of a bet really enraged them. They decided I needed to be
punished.

	So they formed a Divine Lynch Mob. Before they got to the
punishment part they made sure I knew exactly what I was being punished 
for.  As it turns out Ranma was a bit unusual for an Angel. Before me he'd
been a virgin which was extremely unusual. Heaven is into free love
and angels especially (I think it has something to do with the
wings).  Well for whatever reason Ranma had been a virgin and a complete
innocent to the usual way of things. So basically I had deflowered
him, left him, and had managed to tear his heart into pieces without a
thought.

	No matter what anyone says I am not a heartbreaker. I have never
intentionally broke someone's heart. I might have done it a few
times unintentionally, but I'm usually in it for a shared good time. So
I was feeling extremely guilty for what I'd done. I also felt a certain
amount of justice while they worked hard making me into a bloody lump.
I warn you now those debugging mallets really HURT!

	They would have continued to pound me if he hadn't shown up. At
this point unconsciousness was looking really good and I was only
vaguely aware of what happened. He stopped them and took me back to his
home.  Then he patched me up and looked after me for the week I spent
healing. He was at my side the whole time. The littlest twitch sent
him into motion to nurse me.

	After what I had done to him he was nursing me. He felt no anger
towards me. He wasn't even angry about losing his virginity over
a bet. It shamed me that he could be so kind to me. Kami-sama! He
was so naive and innocent back them. It haunts me how he is now. I have
nightmares about what I've done to him.

	In that week be it Fate or Karma I fell in love with him. He
gained what he had so freely given me in a single night. I did have my
pride and my guilt. So this time around I did things right. I courted
him properly and made my feelings crystal clear. Even though it made
me look like a fool on more than one occasion.

	He was a little wary at first, but when he realized I was
serious he placed his soul in my hands. It was a gift I was unworthy of
even
though I treasured it highly. I tried to give him my soul in
return, but it was something I wasn't capable of giving. It is not in me
to be so open with another, even someone I love.

	It was my playful nature that led to Ranma's Fall. It had often
led me into trouble but never anything too serious. It didn't help
that my cousin Coyote was always egging me on. He still does for that
matter.

	Anyway it was a stupid little prank that turned into something
deadly serious. It was a horrible twisted domino effect. One that I
never even conceived of happening even though I was the one that set it
into motion. It all led up to the death of a major demon.

	The death of a demon sounds like a good thing right ?

	Wrong.

	Extremely wrong. 

	There is a little thing known as the Doublet System. It happens
to link gods and goddesses to major demons. If one dies they take
their doublet with them. This particular demon just happened to be the
counter part of the Goddess Athena.

	Heaven literally shook with Kami's grief. She would return but
it did not make her death any easier for Him to bare. She was one of
Kami's favorite daughters. He loves us all, but some have a closer place
to his heart than others.

	Kami was not the only one upset about her death. A lot, and I do
mean a lot, of other gods were also upset and out for blood.

	Ranma bless him and curse him took the blame. Before they
completely tracked it back to me he threw himself to the wolves to shield
me.  They were too caught up in grief to think through things
logically. Once given a target for their rage, a tidal wave of divine fury
was released. What they did to him would make a demon turn green. The
Greek gods are very scary when angry.

	They got Grecian on his ass and when they were done there wasn't
much left of him. They sent him to the Fall the painful way. They
don't call it Fallen for nothing. Think Fallen, as in not physically
able to rise, having been dropped down a cliff of razors. Also picture
having a pair of wings literally ripped from your back.

	Ranma's mortal life was a story of endorsed child abuse. With
such explanations of martial arts training and discipline any amount
of physical, mental, and emotional abuse was okay. Later on were the
joys of multiple enemies and fiancees both of whom spent a good deal
of their time beating the crap out of him or at least trying to.
Also a fair number were literally out to kill him.

	Ranma lived to the ripe old age of thirty. Quite an
accomplishment when you consider his daily life and death struggles. 
He faced more evils and dangers in his thirty years than most people face 
in a million lifetimes who live three times the years he did.

	When he died he left no mortal wife behind or children. He was
too busy fighting to have time for a family. His death was not pretty
nor an easy one but he fought to the very end. In the end he managed
to shield those he cared for at the price of his own life. That was
one thing that hadn't changed about him.

	What he doesn't know, or at least to my knowledge he doesn't
know is he does have children. After he died his sperm was taken from his
body. There were more than a few women who wanted a piece of him.
Any piece of him. My last count had the number of his children at
twenty-three.

	Biologically they are his children but he didn't really have
anything to do with their conception. They were created out of the wants
of others and not shared loved. The children are loved and I hope
they have a happier life than their father did. I also hope to one day
tell Ranma about them.

	I didn't arrive back in Heaven until years after his return. All
I know was when I got back he was like he is now. An Archangel and
a cold blooded killer. It is extremely rare for that rank to bestowed.
Not that I'm surprised he could earn it. He could earn it easily, but
why would he want to ? It's a question that haunts me. A lot of things
about Ranma haunt me.

	What surprised me the most when I returned was his personality.
Before he was so warm and loving, now he's so cold and emotionless. Yet 
despite this I still love him. Kami help me do I love him. My heart aches 
for him but he doesn't even look my way. He has locked himself in an 
emotion fortress of ice. Even I cannot penetrate it.

	The gods can be an unforgiving lot and they have long memories.
They still have not forgotten Athena nor have they forgiven Ranma for
her death. So Ranma continues to pay for my mistakes. Yet despite all
he's suffered not a peep has been issued from Ranma about me. That it
was my fault not his.

	I have tried talking to Kami-sama but he doesn't seem to be
listening to me He just sit there and stares at me. He shakes his head and
I eventually leave in defeat. I try spreading the truth but
everyone has already made up their minds. They won't hear me.

	The one person who does believe me is Coyote, but he can't help
me.  His creditability is worse than mine. He understood what
happened, similar things had happened to him often enough. Pranks going
wrong but not nearly as bad as this. Yet he had gotten  into some
serious trouble here and there. He still does get in trouble, he can't
help how he is.

	The most he could do for me was tell me about what happened to
Ranma when he returned. Most of what he knew was from the gossip vine.
Pretty much Enma had orders to send Ranma to Kami as soon as he 
arrived. So Ranma went directly to Kami's office. He disappeared
for almost two decades and when he reappeared he was an Archangel and
a cold blooded killer.

	I keep repeating the cold blooded killer part because I don't
want to believe it. Part of me screams that it isn't true even as I watch
him slaughter those before him. Still these parts inside me fight
tooth and nail against accepting that Ranma is a cold blooded killer. I
repeat it over and over again in my mind and even have full color
bloody pictures, but it doesn't help.

	I accept responsibility for what I have done. For what I have
made Ranma become. Somehow I will make things right. With Ranma if no
one else. Even if I have to kill us both to do. Someday I will see
his smile again and be warmed by it. Either that or I will set him
free.

	It's funny he was able to steal what I wasn't able to give him.
My soul is now in his hands. I just hope he does a better job than I
did. I hope to fix my mistakes, but from now on if he Falls I'm going
with him.