Ranma stared unmoving at the dead body of the girl who had once been
his fiancee. Not a sound had issued from his mouth for many minutes,
none of his limbs had so much as even twitched. If one looked closely,
one would see tears slowly drifting down from his eyes, eventually
falling against the ground below, one by one.
Finally, he sunk to his knees, supporting himself against the edge
coffin with his hands. "Akane..." The name escaped his lips, and
then he was silent ago, his head sunk to spare him the sight of her
stiffened, pale face.
And then, the silence in the church was interrupted by the sound of
loud, shrill laughing, as a certain infamous young girl bounded in,
clad in her usual black leotard. "0h0h0h0h0! Ranma-sama! Now that
that violent tomboy is out of the way, nothing stands in the way
of our love! Come, let us fetch the priest and get married right
here and now!" She lunged out with her ribbon to catch him.
No matter how much he had wanted to, especially considering the
circumstances, Ranma really couldn't bring himself to hit Kodachi
after what had happened, and simply avoided her ribbon strikes with
as little movement and action as he possible could. "How *dare* you
say that," he told her, his voice cold as ice, and all in the church
heard him loud and clear. "I loved Akane, loved her like I've never
loved anyone else, and now she's DEAD! And you dare come in here at
her very funeral and belittle her memory! If I never ever see you
again, Kodachi, it's still too soon."
Refusing to take the hint, Kodachi stopped her attack momentarily.
"I see the witch hold some spell over you even after death." She
giggled. "Very well, Ranma-sama. I presume this frail hold will soon
break now that she is no longer around to maintain it, and so I'll
surely be back when you are ready to show me your true feelings.
Au revoire!" And with these words, she bounded out again.
Two girls in the audience heard here very well - in fact, everybody
did, but two girls in particular are of note to this story, and they
were Ukyou and Shampoo. Though they would never afterwards admit it
to anyone - possibly including themselves - but they had both held
plans embarrassingly similar to Kodachi's. Listening to Ranma's
outburst - the most amount of emotion he'd shown in many days - and
adapted their thoughts.
* * *
No sooner had Ranma left the church than a certain chinese amazon
leaped up to him, breasts a-bounce. "Ranma!" she said, tears evident
on her cheeks (had one had insight into her mind, one would have
found them to impressively genuine-seeming; the girl was a lot
better an actress than her bubble-headedness might indicate).
"Is too too tragic! Though Shampoo dare not admit it, she had long
ago realized that the one Ranma truly loved was Akane, not Shampoo,
and now, she is dead!" She threw her arms around the boy, taking him
by surprise. "Ranma, allow Shampoo! Ranma can cry out in Shampoo's
arms as much as he wants!"
"Wait just a minute!" came a shout from behind them, as the girl's
rival stepped up, annoyed at herself for being just a moment too
late. "How *dare* you intrude on Ran-chan's grief like that!?"
Ukyou hefted her spatula with an angry look in her eyes. "*I'm*
the one who should be consoling him!"
* * *
AUTHOR'S NOTES
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This was brought on by reading yet ANOTHER fic (no, nothing that had
been posted on the FFML recently, so nobody has to feel bad) where
Akane dies and the other girls, seeing Ranma's sorrow, respect her
memory by leaving quietly and giving up their claim on the boy.
Personally, I highly doubt that is what would happen.
Yes, the characterization in this might probably be a bit off. Cut me
some slack - it's just a spamfic. I'm sure you could wa^H^Hspend
your time better commenting on some *real* fanfic where it'd do
some actual *good*. ^_-
Project status - I haven't written anything of notice since late
august. Currently, that seems unlikely to change. No further comments.
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Ronny Hedin, thark@mangakai.org, http://i99ronhe.island.liu.se/
"Baka baka, minna baka." -Hoshino Ruri, Nadesico
"How embarrassing to be human." -Kurt Vonnegut