�We always regret things only when they are too late, we never
appreciate a person except when they're gone. Treasure these moments my
pet, they will be with you till eternity.� The parting words of his
sire Pandora echoed over and over inside the young man's head as he rode
at the back seat of his rented limo, adjusting the lapels of his jet
black Armani suit. His driver, an old man trusted by the mistress, made
the craft coast slowly over the streets of Tokyo. A familiar landmark
shook him from his musings. �Come back for me around 9:00 Felix, I�ll
stroll around for a while.� the passenger said, his french impeccable,
were it not for the heavy accent. The driver nodded, signifying his
understanding and stopped the car, he got off and opened the door to the
young man's side of the car. �Maybe I�ll even have a snack while I�m
here.� He added, smiling, showing canines that are not common among
mortals. A blink of an eye later and he seemingly vanished, the driver
went back to his vehicle apparently unfazed, showing that he, unlike
other mortals, is used to seeing things like this.
The young vampire meanwhile was ghosting all over the park, looking for
ruffians and hoodlums that he fancied having for dinner, not as dinner
guests but as the main course. He effortlessly moved from tree to tree,
dashing to and fro faster than the human eye could follow. He stopped
suddenly and his face grew whiter if it were possible for a vampire, his
eyes widened in shock at the sight he just witnessed. He hid behind a
tree and blended with it's shadow as he continued to monitor a couple.
The guy, he hasn't seen before, no doubt coming to Nerima when he
�left�, the girl on the other hand, tugged at his heart strings. The
sight of her sent memories crashing to him like a ten wheeler zooming
in a highway without any breaks. Her smiles, her movements, her scent,
too painful to remember yet just as painful to forget. He tugged at
where his pigtail used to be in frustration, forgetting for an instant
that her sire had it cut off before he was turned. Seeing her smile at
her companion like she used to smile for him, those rare moments that
she did, was more than he could stand, he left, rushing blindly away
from the couple, tears tinted in red flying in his wake, his heart
constricting in a pain worse than the hunger before feeding. As he left
the park he tenderly whispered her name to the winds. �Akane��
Jiro Maeda presents
A Ranma � / Vampire Chronicles fanfic
Immortality
Disclaimer, The characters and situations involving vampires and their
like are owned by the infamous Anne Rice and whoever she sold them to.
The crazy bunch of martial artists living in Nerima, their quirks and
circumstances and events involving them are owned by Rumiko Takahashi.
The other characters exist only in the mind of the author and is not
intended to resemble any person living , deceased or undead. No amount
of money was made in the production of this fanfic.
Act 1a: The Vampire Saotome
Tetsuya couldn�t believe his luck, after three years of pleading,
cajoling and begging, he finally got Akane Tendo, the most sought after
girl in Tokyo University to go out with him. He turned to look at his
date, her eyes, her lips, so perfect, sensual yet in a way projecting
immense sadness. �I have to make her smile, anything would probably be
worth doing only to see her smile.� he pondered on things to do to make
Akane smile at him or maybe even giggle a little. His musings stopped
when he felt cold, as if an icicle was placed in his back, he turned
around and saw no one. �Tetsuya, is something the matter?� Akane asked,
noticing his bewildered expression. �N-nothing, maybe I just got scared
of the movie we're gonna see�� he said, thinking that it would be better
than telling her that he had a feeling someone wanted to kill him. He
heard a gentle giggling shortly afterwards, he looked towards Akane and
he saw that she was trying to stifle her giggles and failing miserably
at it. �Sure, you're laughing now, just wait till we get to the movie,
then we'll see who ain�t scared. � he said, feigning hurt, but secretly
pleased that he finally made Akane laugh. This pleasure didn't decrease
the feeling that someone wanted to tear him limb from limb, he quickened
his steps but not enough to let Akane and whoever it is that's watching
them know how scared he really is. �C�mon you, let's see how scary this
movie of yours really is.� Akane said, giggling all the while. As
Tetsuya felt her grabbed his arm, the pleasant feeling this gesture
caused in him made the danger feel remote, making him feel safe and
content. As far as he was concerned whoever it is that's stalking them
could kill him, cause right now he's in heaven.
Beneath a cherry tree not far away, a little black pig was watching
jealously as Akane took Tetsuya�s arm, in pig grunts Ryouga cursed the
fates that made him the wishy-washy man that he is, unable to tell Akane
how he really felt. Years ago he thought that if only Ranma wasn't
around letting his feelings known would be a piece of cake, now he knew
how foolish that notion really is. His martial arts instinct suddenly
kicked in, making him aware of another presence watching the couple.
�If whoever that is thinks Akane would be harmed tonight he's got
another thing coming.� He thought as he roamed around to get a better
fix on the other watcher. This of course was a bad idea because Ryouga
and roaming mix as well as oil and water, actually the latter has a
greater chance of coming together without incident. Soon enough as
expected Ryouga, the pig known as P-chan got lost yet again. He got
trampled a few seconds later by a stranger wearing an all black tuxedo,
rendering him dizzy. As darkness claimed him, the last thought in
Ryouga�s head was �Why the hell does that guy remind me of Ranma?�
Akane also felt the presence in the park but merely disregarded it as
guilt from trying to get over Ranma�s death. She tried to steer her
thoughts away from her dead fianc� and more importantly to the events
that caused his demise. �Oh, Ranma�� she softly murmured, remembering
the events that occurred three years ago�
�How dare you?!� Akane screamed, throwing a desk lamp towards Ranma, who
�eeped� and leaped out of the way. Standing up from his awkward
crouch Ranma began to speak. �Akane, let me explain�� he said,
holding unto her hands gently yet firmly. His face merely inches from
hers, his eyes begging her to listen to what he has to say. But Akane
failed to see that, as she had the other signs of affection Ranma
unintentionally bestowed upon her during times that are also like this
one. Her mind was filled with rage, rendering her incapable of
rational thought, nothing registered to her except her anger, fueled by
her brain's unending repetition of Ranma leaving her that morning,
without word, without reason. Her enraged mind kept telling her how
much of a jerk Ranma was for leaving without telling her where he was
going, and worst of all for leaving her that morning, of all mornings,
that morning, her birthday. She had no idea she had voiced out her
thoughts when he said something that fueled the already erupting volcano
of emotions within her. �Why should I tell you where I'm goin�? You
ain�t my mother and you ain�t my wife neither.� he said, then stood
dumbfounded as if wanting to take everything he said back, yet it was
too late, far too late. Her vision darkened, she failed to notice her
arm turning, her palm hitting his face, her mouth uttering the words she
never meant to say, �I hate you!� When her vision cleared she saw her
fianc�, holding his cheek as if in shock. He then bent his head and
murmured something before rushing out into the rain soaked streets. She
was to find out later that he left that morning to help her friends
prepare her surprise party. She wanted to take everything back, to tell
him how sorry she was for doubting him. They searched all over Nerima,
her family, her friends even her rivals. They all helped look for him,
it was close to midnight when Genma, his father returned. He held in
his hand a torn red cloth and a braid, his braid. �I found this near a
bus explosion, they couldn�t locate any bodies, he was probably trying
to save the people on board, my son�� he said, his voice fading until
the very end it seemed as if he was whispering. Three years ago, yet
to her mind, it was clear as if it were yesterday. She was abruptly
returned to the present when Tetsuya suddenly said �We're here, Akane.�
He was seemingly cheerful until he saw her face, his continence suddenly
serious he asked �Hey, you ok?� she nodded as she wiped the tears from
her face, tears she didn't know were there, before smiling. She took
his arm and lead him into the theater deciding to try to enjoy the
night.
Ranma ran, not seeing where he was going, not noticing the triggering of
his curse, shifting his form from that of a dashing albeit bishonen
young man to that of a mysterious nymph with ghostly white skin and hair
of crimson blood. She didn't know she made a turn into an alley until
she had bumped into someone and fell down on her butt. �Lookit what we
got here boys, a snack!� Ranma looked up and saw them, a gang of thugs
who's goal in life is to terrorize people, the blood in their veins
making them look like a kaleidoscope of colors in her eyes. �My
favorite dish, just the thing to keep my mind away from Akane.� she
thought as she strutted towards them, oozing sex appeal all the while.
�Actually boys� you got it backwards, you're my snack.� She said as she
bared her fangs, minutes of screaming, scuffling and muffled curses were
heard and then silence� Ranma emerged from the alley a few moments
later, her jacket torn, her immaculately black pants smudged and her
hair disheveled. She looked at her watch, thankfully unscathed and took
to the roofs.
Felix gazed at his pocket watch worriedly, the young master was late,
and that only meant one thing, he was in trouble. He heard the
passenger door open and then close after a hurried �Sorry I'm late
Felix, I had a late night snack.� Felix raised an eyebrow upon hearing
the young master's tone, obviously the curse was triggered yet again.
�The thermos is in the back seat young master, beside the portable
stove. Do try not to wet the seats.� Felix waited for the response
that usually came after he issued this droll remark in his nasal
monotone, something he relished each time the young master went out and
worried him to death. Usually it began with the young master stating
that the curse was not his fault, that Felix ought to be more
considerate towards those who attract water as if they had angered the
water deities, and then he would splash himself with the water from the
thermos while inside the car just to spite him. Usually� not tonight
apparently, no splashing sounds came from inside the passenger seat, not
a sound at all actually. Felix decided to look at him using the
rearview mirror, shadows obscured his beguiling female face but not
enough to hide the rivulet of tears that flowed from them moments ago,
tears that were flowing still. He was startled when he heard the young
master command him to take him home, his voice a sad parody of his usual
cheerful tone, as if trying to convince his old nursemaid cum chauffeur
that he was all right. Felix decided that a call to the mistress was
in order, but he'll have to do it tomorrow morning, when the young
master is resting.
Author's notes:
This is a part of chapter 1, I thought I'd send it now so I'll be able
to have a break in between parts.