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It took longer than expected but here it is... This will be it for a long while, I'm taking a break from writing. That doesn't mean that I'll discontinue this series, anyway C&C appreciated.
Dark, so dark, not even a pinprick of light was in this place. She blindly sought out her way as she tried to seek something familiar. Without knowing, she realized she could see more and what she had been travelling in was a tunnel, a very huge and long tunnel. She felt moisture around her knees and saw mist, mist that was beginning to rise higher and higher. She ran, faster and faster until she collided with something, something warm hard in some places and soft in others, she heard a muffled oof and then an annoyed voice say "Ow, jeez tomboy, ya could've hurt somebody." She looked up and saw the concerned face of her fiancé, Ranma Saotome. He smiled at her, bent and offered a hand to help her up. She smiled in gratitude and got up using his hand as support and then hugged him, so hard he heard a muffled "oof!" "Oi, Akane you're acting like we haven't seen each other in years." he said, his eyes twinkling in amusement. She merely buried her head in his shirt and wept!
silently. Ranma's features softened as he began to lightly caress her hair. "I'm sorry Akane, that was a bad joke. I'll never leave you again. I promise, we'll be together always." He said as he opened his mouth and revealed fangs, "from now till eternity..." He murmured as he sank his teeth into Akane's neck.
Akane woke up screaming. Her heart pounded against her chest as she reminded herself that it was just a dream... wasn't it?
Immortality
Disclaimer, The characters and situations involving vampires and their like are owned by the infamous Anne Rice and whomever she sold them to. Rumiko Takahashi owns the crazy bunch of martial artists living in Nerima, their quirks and circumstances and events involving them. The other characters exist only in the mind of the author and are not intended to resemble any person living, deceased or undead. No amount of money was made in the production of this fanfic.
Act 2b: Dance of the dead
Akane went to school as always, coming to Tokyo University ten minutes earlier than the first bell so that she could prepare for her first class, at least, that's what she usually does. The events and the dream last night however made her somewhat distracted. Thus, when someone touched her on the shoulder, she screamed and jumped from her seat. "Whoa, steady there princess, you look like you've seen a ghost." Tetsuya remarked; grinning from ear to ear like the proverbial cat that ate the canary. "Tetsu-kun, you startled me. I watched a scary movie last night and it still reverberates in my head I guess." she replied, smiling, thinking that if she told him the truth he'd just laugh it off and call her silly. Tetsuya smiled and shook his head, hiding the joy he felt on being called by such an intimate moniker. "Well, I guess I'll leave you to your thoughts for a while, I still have to work on Professor Izuma's assignment." He waved to her as he walked back to his desk!
. Unknown to them a pair of eyes monitored their every movement.
P-chan watched them from a nearby tree branch, his features were obstructed by the numerous leaves, hiding his black porcine body from view of the occupants of the classroom. His snout curled in a snarl as he observed that prick Tetsuya, making moves on Akane again. Akane had been talking about him a lot these past few days, interspersed with crying over Ranma. His eyes narrowed in remembrance of the humiliation he suffered from the young vampire, worse thing was... he knew that Ranma was holding back. But he'll do what the undead bastard asked, not because he asked, not that he was afraid of the jerk or nothing, he was doing it for Akane. Who knows if the bastard's companions decided to make a meal out of her. Not that he'd mind if he were there to save her, making him a hero. "Oh Ryouga, you're so brave for saving me from those monsters." he imagined her saying. His porcine lips curled in a smile as he indulged himself a few moments of fantasy. So absorbed was he,!
that he didn't notice a pan filled with hot soup fly towards him. It hit him squarely in the face and proceeded to soak him, triggering the change. The tree branch he was on couldn't support this new weight so it broke and fell carrying an au natural, blissfully unawake Ryouga with it.
Akane yawned, she found herself having difficulty staying awake, that dream had totally shaken her to the core, she rubbed her eyes and stifled a yawn, the damn professor with his droning monotone didn't help either. She resolved that she would go to sleep later, maybe after this class. She was about to doze off again when she heard a thud near her window; the ones nearest to the window opened the panes and peeked out. The professor didn't even notice, still continuing the lesson as if he hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary. Akane shrugged, if he didn't notice half the class going to take a look at the window, he wouldn't notice a single student taking a nap, could he? With that in mind she proceeded to try to catch some zees and was interrupted by the impact of a chalk on her noggin. "Ms. Tendo, I would insist that you pay attention to my lecture, this is a classroom not your bedroom." The professor droned in what he hoped to be a stern voice, but was only a 'I'!
m bored out of my skull' tone. Akane blushingly apologized while inwardly thinking that this sort of thing only happened to Ranma. The thought was apparently too much for her and she fainted, the room going black all around her.
When she reopened her eyes she saw that she was in the clinic. A hand firmly grasped hers, one definitely belonging to a certain Tetsuya Yamamoto. She was about to thank him for staying by her side when she heard a soft snoring coming from his direction. She snickered at that, remembering that Ranma was also a sleepyhead. She shook her head to prevent the tears that threatened to fall, she still couldn't get over him, everything around her brings him to mind, anything could evoke a memory of him, nowadays more vivid due to the fact that he is still alive, or what passes for it. Her quiet sniffling stirred Tetsuya into wakefulness. When he asked what the matter was she just shook her head in reply and he, not wanting to force her to speak just let the matter drop.
Outside, Ryouga was peeking through a dirty windowpane, his once again porcine body still feeling the pain of the fall. It wouldn't have bothered him a bit if it were an ordinary fall, but not even the Bakusai Tenketsu training could prepare him for the experience of falling from several stories high. He pressed his snout unto the windowpane, trying to see more than the dirty window would allow him to. His eyes widened when he saw Tetsuya holding Akane's hand, and she sobbing as if ... as if... Ryouga's mind overloaded upon the numerous possible reasons on why Akane was crying and so he let out a loud Bwee of anguish. He trotted away on all fours on what he assumed was the path leading back to the Tendo Dojo, not knowing that he was on his way once again to Hokkaido, he had to think, he had to be calm and stable, for Akane's sake.
Akane had decided to return home and Tetsuya decided to accompany her, his hand holding hers, lending comfort, strength. They had reached the bus station without incident and Akane gave him a peck on the cheek for being supportive of her. He was still waving, still wearing that goofy smile when he got home. He went to bed thinking he's the luckiest man alive. That night he dreamed about her, not knowing that outside his tranquil world, things that only spring form the worst nightmares walked the streets, all seeking the one who held the heart of Pandora's son.
tbc
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