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Disclaimer: Don't own Ranma etc etc.

note:  I knew before I ever sent this story to this
list that a lot of people just werent' going to like
it and that's cool. Everyone rides a different boat. I
decided to send two chapters at once because everyone
was complaining about plot.  If you don't like the
story then don't read it.  No reason to do something
that makes you unhappy.  ^_-

C&c? If you want to go ahead. If you don't? Dont.

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Lost Days Lamenting Lost Days
Part Four

He was happy . . . REALLY happy. 

Ryouga hobbled through the streets of Nerima in a
virtual state of euphoria.  He had never been so happy
in his life.  It was like floating on soft puffy
clouds.  He didn't think he could ever pull off a shi
Shishi Hodokan ever again.

"AHHHHHHHHH!  LIFE IS WONDERFUL!  BWHAHAHAHAHAHA!"  He
fell to his knees laughing.  He just felt so good to
laugh for no reason.  Tears of joy streamed down his
face but he didn't care.  If someone saw him . . . so
what!

Hiroshi and Daisuke turned a corner and spotted Ryouga
doing what appeared to be a jig in the middle of the
sidewalk.

The two boys blinked several times before regaining
the power of speech.

"Daisuke man, are you seeing what I'm seeing?"

"Yeah, who would have ever thought Ryouga would turn
to drugs?"

"Who would have ever thought he could _FIND_ any
drugs?"  They shrugged and turned around the other
way.  A sober Ryouga was worse enough.  They didn't
want to see what one on drugs could do.  Besides, they
really wanted to stay away from  . . . whatever the
hell he was doing in the middle of the sidewalk.

"IT'S GOOD TO BE ALIVE!"  People fled in terror as a
telephone pole crashed down on the sidewalk.  Ryouga
blinked sheepishly and looked down at the damage.

"Sorry about that!  Uh  . . . and I'll pay for that
window someday I promise!"  The icecream shop owner
stuck his head out of his shop and glared at the
insane bandanna clad boy hugging telephone poles. 
Ryouga laughed nervously and decided to get lost, but
only in a metaphysical sense.

---

Ukyou flipped another okinyomiyaki absently, stopping
to stare at the door another time.

"Where is that jackass?"  she muttered and tossed a
freshly made okinyomiyaki to a customer.  He smiled
and began to devour it.  She glanced at the door
again, a worry line creasing on her forehead.  Her
customer must have notice because he stopped eating
and cleared his throat.

"Are you waiting for someone Miss Kounji?"  

Ukyou scowled and started to fry another okinyomiyaki.

"No one _IMPORTANT_."  Her customer raised an eyebrow
and left it at that.  Usually when your chef was
radiating an unholy red and packed a large piece of
blunt metal,  regardless if it was a spatula or not,
it was best to not bother her.

"HAHAHAHA!  I'M THE KING OF THE WORLD!" a voice
shouted from outside.  The customers visibly jumped
and Ukyou paused a moment in her cooking.

"Did Kasumi visit Doctor Tofu today?"  She was about
to walk outside and look, when a large telephone poll
came crashing down, narrowly missing her door by
centimeters.  Blinking in shock, she clutched onto one
clear thought that was rampaging through her brain.

Someone was going to die, very very painfully.  

Dark red fires spread about her form like the deep
embers of hell, and then suddenly dissipated as she
turned to her customers with a cheery smile.

"Will you excuse me for a moment, please?"  

Her customers turned pale and nodded slowly.

"All right, I will be right back."  She turned and
walked out of the restaurant.  One of the customers
turned toward his wife.

"Hurry dear!  Put a couple of large bills on the
counter!"  

"Ok, but why?"  His wife grabbed her purse.

"I saw it on a nature show once.  Savages used to
throw coins in volcanoes to appease the gods."

"Oh."  She threw a few bills on the counter and the
other customers followed suit trying to appease the
great okinyomiyaki gods and save their pitiful souls.

"But Darling this is awfully expensive.  Isn't there
an easier way to do this?"

"Well they would also sacrifice young virgins and
throw them into the volcano."  Her husband shrugged. 
Everyone paused and turned to Hikaru Gosunkugi.  He
looked up from his okinyomiyaki and blinked.

"What?"

---

Ryouga sighed happily as he hobbled down the street on
his crutches.  He was on cloud nine going 90 miles per
hour with the windows down.  Nothing could spoil his
mood!  Nothing!  Not even--

CLANG!

Well maybe not nothing.

"JACKASS!  What the hell do you think you're doing!
You could have trashed my restaurant!"  Ukyou stood
over him, clutching her spatula.  Her hair moved by
some unknown wind.  Ryouga gulped.  He'd just incurred
the wrath of the most powerful being in Nerima.

A pissed off girl.  

"You're not supposed to beat up on invalids ya know." 
Ryouga rubbed the spot on his forehead where a bruise
was quickly forming.

"Invalid my ass!"  She rubbed her poor spatula where
the idiots head had dented it.  

"And what did you think you were doing, going on your
own like that?"  She glared at him.  How could she
repay him if he wouldn't stay in one place long
enough?!   Jerk, she'd show him.

"Ukyou!  Hold on a second!  I've got to tell you
something!"  Ukyou grabbed him by the collar and
dragged him back the way she came.

"It can wait.  Come on you've got to sit down and
rest."

"Ow!"  His still healing ribs hit a few sharp rocks as
he was dragged along.

"Oh stop complaining it can't hurt that bad."

"I bet if I was "Ranchan" she'd be nicer to me." 
Ryouga's voice was barley above a whisper but she
heard him anyway.  She stopped and glared at him.

"Do you WANT to be Ranma?"  Ryouga's face construed
into utter disgust and pain that put getting hit by
large automobiles to shame.

"No."

"Well ok then."  She started to drag him back again
with determination.  He was going to sit, get well,
and let her repay her debt to him even if it killed
him!

--- 

Ukyou and Ryouga were in a small room, it barely had
enough space to walk.  A couch sat next to a far wall
piled high with soft cushions.  A bandanna peeked out
from under one of the corners of the cushions so there
must have been a boy in there somewhere.  There was
also a small TV next to the opposite wall.

"Come on Ukyou, really I feel much better now." 
Ryouga tried to sit up off the mountain of pillows he
had been laying on and was quickly pushed back down.

"Sit there and relax damn it!"  She glowered at him,
making him cower back onto the couch.  She set down a
glass of ice water on a tray and then turned on the
TV.

He settled back down on the cushions and sighed. 
Ukyou fiddled with the stations a few more times.

"Hmm . . .  is a Kenshin marathon OK?"  She turned
back to him with a look that seemed to compel him to
say 'Yes that is perfect.  Thank you all mighty
goddess for taking care of me.  I'm not worthy' 
Ryouga, never being a very wordy guy, decided that a
smile and nod would suffice.

"Good.  Hey, you should like it.  There's this guy
that brakes rocks and everything. "  Ukyou smiled. 
She was a great nurse maid!  Lost Boy was lucky to
have a girl like her.  Ryouga tried his new smile and
nod technique again.

"Great!  Is there anything else you might need? 
Snacks?   Blankets?  More pillows?"  She went on a
brief ego trip again.  She wasn't doing such a great
job!

"No thanks.  There are . . . enough pillows."  Ryouga
felt himself start to sink again into the fluffy abyss
of lace and held on to the armrest for dear life.  If
Ukyou tried any harder to make him feel better she
might kill him. 

"Are you sure your OK?  You seem a little . . . pale."
 She crinkled her eyebrows in concern.

Ryouga felt himself sink farther into the pillows and
Ukyou's form slowly disappear.  Oxygen . . . was he
getting oxygen?  He wasn't sure.  Suddenly, getting
buried alive became a very real possibility.

"Well . . . I guess you look alright.  I'll be back to
check up on you later!"  She turned and left, not
seeing the single flailing hand thrust up from under
the mountain of pillows.

"Mmmffff mfff!"

----

Ukyou returned a few hours later carrying a tray of
chicken noodle okinyomiyaki and two glasses of water. 
The mountain of pillows were gone and the various
sounds of fighting coming from the TV indicated that
the marathon was still going on.  Her patient lay
sprawled on the couch comfortably.  He sat up when he
realized she was in the room.  She smiled at him and
sat next to him on the couch.

"Hey Sugar, where are the pillows?"  She picked up her
own okinyomiyaki and started to eat.  Ryouga looked
back at her with haunted eyes.

"The pillows . . . were . . . . uncomfortable."  He
shuddered.  A cloud passed over his face but was
quickly brushed away by a ray of sunshine.  "Oh!  I
think somebody copied off of me when they made that
Sanosuke guy.  We're like twins!"

Ukyou burst out laughing and almost choked on her
okinyomiyaki in the process.

"Really!  We're both really strong, we each have
bandannas, we each break rocks . . . never understood
why he always tried to eat his armbands though." 
Although, all the girls seemed to dig that . . . maybe
he should try it?

"It's called sex appeal Ryouga."  She rolled her eyes
and took a sip of her water.  "I don't expect you to
know anything about it."

"Hey!  I could be sexy if I wanted to be!"

Ukyou started to choke again.  Quickly, she grabbed
her glass of water and took a gulp.  When she could
breath again she burst out laughing.  Her companion
scowled.

"What's so funny?  I just choose not to care about
those sort of things.  Who would want some girl that
just likes you for your looks?"  He wrinkled his nose.
 

"Sugar, are you sure you didn't fall into the spring
of drowned girl too?"  She wished she had a camera. 
Nothing human should have been able to turn that red.

"DID NOT!"  His voice came out a little louder than he
had wanted it too.  Ukyou looked taken back for a
moment then her lips slid into a sly smile.  She
grasped her glass of water firmly and held it in front
of her.

"Maybe you DID fall into a spring."  She swished the
water threateningly.  He recoiled like she was going
to plaster Ranma-chan stickers all over his body.  He
stood up, leaning on his good leg, and inched away
from the glass of water.

"Let's not be hasty--"

"Me thinks you doth protest too much."  Ukyou leaned
forward a bit more.

"You sound like Kuno."  He edged back.

"What's wrong?  You aren't scared of a little water
are you?"  She dangled it near him, playfully.  She
leaned forward a bit more--

and stubbed her toe on the carpet.  

Ryouga had the presence of mind to push her hand away,
sending the glass and water safely across the room. 
However, he had to lean on his bad leg to do it, and
grabbed Ukyou for support.  The two collided and fell
to the ground in a heap, Ukyou landing on top.

They froze, each looking into the other's eyes. 
Luckily, Ryouga's mind was too frozen in fear to tell
his nose to bleed.  Ukyou could feel his muscled chest
underneath her hand and Ryouga could smell her
perfume.  He didn't even think she wore perfume.  A
long strand of hair fell off her shoulder and tickled
his face.  The tension in the room was almost palpable
until--

They quickly scrambled off each other and retreated to
opposite sides of the room.

'Think about Okinyomiyaki,' Ukyou repeated to herself.
 Okinyomiyaki, okinyomiyaki, okinyomiyaki . . .

Ryouga coughed and fixated his eyes on the wall. 
Martial arts, think about martial arts . . .

Ukyou risked a glance out of the corner of her eye. 
After seeing that he was occupying himself with the
great splendor of wooden walls, she stood and
pretended to clean up the water.

"So? . . ."  She fumbled for words that had no sexual
connotation in them.  "Feeling better?"  Damn . . . 
Fortunately, the male in the room was too busy
chanting about baseball and cold showers to see any
underlying information in her words.

"Um, yeah . . I'm kinda bored though.  I wish I could
walk around for a little bit."  He grabbed the armrest
of the couch and pulled himself up.

"No way! The doctor said to keep you on bed rest for
at least another week.  You don't want to have a
relapse do you?  So sit down and let me repay you,
jackass."  Her voice radiated annoyance.  She picked
up the glass and faced him.  The redness had almost
faded from her cheeks.

"It's nice to know you care."  He rolled his eyes and
sat back on the couch.  His okinyomiyaki sat on his
plate, uneaten.

"Stop complaining."  She grinned evilly.  "Ranma
wouldn't complain that much."

Ryouga paused and turned his head slowly in a nice
impression of Linda Blair.

"Do I look like Ranma to you?" 

There was a pause.

"Nah, Ranchan's a lot cuter than you."

"Hey!"  

Hey, she called him Ranchan.  I don't remember her
calling him that for a long time. . .

Slowly pieces of a larger puzzle started to fit
together.  Her behavior lately, the distance she had
been keeping from Ranma . . . Had she given up on
him?!  No way!

Ryouga sat up and looked at Ukyou seriously. 

"Ukyou, is there something you haven't told me?"

She paused and seemed to struggle for a moment. 
Suddenly, she looked up and smiled.  "I'll tell you
later OK?"

". . . ok."  He sat back down and inspected his
okinyomiyaki.  What the hell were chicken noodles
anyway?  He poked it with his finger.

"It's not gonna jump up and attack you Sugar."  She
rolled her eyes.  "It's not Akane's cooking you know."

Ryouga was about to retort with a nice remark about
Ranma when he remembered.  He hadn't told Ukyou the
good news yet!  He sat up quickly, rattling the TV
tray Ukyou had set out.  Luckily, she had her glass of
water in her hand, or it would have fell into Ryouga's
lap and REALLY made the situation uncomfortable.

"Listen, Ukyou I have to tell you something.  Don't
interrupt this time OK?"  

Ukyou raised an eyebrow.  He was REALLY excited.  It
was eerie.  He almost looked  . . . happy?  She looked
out the window to make sure pigs weren't flying.

Tarou flew by her window, chasing Happosai.

It was close enough.  Ukyou sighed. 

"Yeah what's up?" 

"I didn't think it would ever happen Ukyou.  It
shouldn't have happened.  I didn't think it could ever
happen to me.  I had almost accepted it you know?  But
It happened and I can't deny it."  

Ukyou turned pale.  Oh no.  He knows about Akane and
Ramna.  He must have found out.  Poor kid, and after
all he's been through too.  

She looked back up at him with tears and pity shining
in her eyes.

"I know how you feel.  I never thought it would
happen."  She hung her head, letting her bangs fall
over her face.  Her companion looked confused, which
wasn't that out of the ordinary for him.

"Ukyou, I didn't think you'd care this much.  You act
like it's something bad."  Wow.  Ukyou was really
happy for him.

"How could you say that!"

"Uh why wouldn't I say that?"  Was it getting hotter
in the room?  

"Jackass!  I should have known you'd go and get over
Akane without telling me!  Can't you even consider my
feelings?!"

Ryouga blinked.  Now he was REALLY confused.  

"Uh . . why should your feelings be important right
now?"

"JACKASS!"

Uh oh.  She's getting out the spatula.  Why is she
getting out the spatula?!

She picked up her blunt instrument of death and
stalked towards him.  Ryouga wondered how fast he
could bolt to the door.  With crutches it would be
more along the lines of rolling to the door, than
bolting.

Time had already run out though, as she lifted the
large cook wear over her head--

and stopped.

He looked up and saw her walking away muttering about
how honor and revenge was a dish best served cold.

What the hell just happened?  

He scowled at her retreating form.  

What the hell did he do now?  

He picked it up his uneaten okinyomiyaki and glared at
it.

What the hell is in these things?!

---

HOURS LATER . . .

Ukyou walked back to her small living room, after a
hard days of work.  She had no idea why Gosunikugi had
been tied to the grill and surrounded by money.  Why
not just leave the money?

She wiped the beads of sweat off her forehead with the
back of her hand.

"Hey Ryouga I'm back!"  She walked through the door
and looked around.  The pillows were back and stacked
neatly against the wall.  Ryouga's pack was gone,
along with the crutches.  She stepped closer and
noticed a single note lying on the couch.  

"What the . . . "  She walked over to the note and
picked it up.  Ukyou's name was written in neat
handwriting on the front next to a comical image of
Ranma getting stepped on by a giant foot.  She
grimaced and opened it.

Dear Ukyou,

I'm sorry for being such a bother to you.  You don't
need to repay me.  I didn't knock you out of the way
to be repaid.  I release you from any pact that you
feel your obliged to repay.  I don't know why you were
angry.  Me getting a sense of direction shouldn't have
effected you THAT badly.  So whatever, I did or said.
. .

I'm sorry.  I left.  I won't be a bother to you
anymore.

Signed, 

Ryouga Hibiki.

She crunched up the note in her fist and hung her
head.

"Damn it!"

---
Lost Days Lamenting Lost Days

Part 5

The bright star filled sky cast no light upon the
weary travelers as he hobbled down the street.  His
foot falls shattered the irrepressible silence that
seemed to permeate the air around him.

Step . . . Crutch . . . Step . . . Crutch

"I hate these things!"  A low growl emanated from his
throat.  His grip tightened on the wooden crutches as
he resisted the urge to crush them to splinters.

"What was I doing there anyway?  I should know by now
that the only person that you can count on his
yourself."  A loose strand of hair fell from his
bandanna and onto the side of his cheek.

"Stupid street."  His scowl deepened as he gazed at
the broken street lamps.  "Stupid city, stupid
country, stupid hemisphere, STUPID WORLD!"  He kicked
a trash can down in anger.

"Ow.  Stupid Ryouga."  He gritted his teeth and bit
back the pain that was coursing through his leg.  He
should have used the other foot.  

He stopped to gaze at the sky for a moment.  They
looked like they were laughing at him.  'We'll always
be here', they seemed to say.  'We'll linger on if
your here or not.  Time will march on, empires will
collapse and us stupid stars will still be here. 
Sitting here twinkling stupidly through all eternity'

He used to believe there was . . . someone up there. 
His mother used to tell him that before . . .she . .
.Well it didn't matter.  He didn't believe anymore. 
It was better to believe that no one was up there than
there was some divine power that enjoyed to torment. 
Still . . .  It would have been nice to still believe
. . .

He scowled at the night sky.

He didn't care.  Nope.  Not one bit.  There was no
higher power controlling everything.  Course not.  His
new found sense of direction was only an accident.  Or
a fluke. . . Yeah it was a fluke.

Besides, everything was Ranma's fault.  Although he
had been nice to him at the hospital . . .

NO.  IT WAS RANMA'S FAULT.  It had to be.  It was the
only constant in his life and he clung to it like a
drowning man to a life preserver.  Giant yettis may
fly, the sky might turn orange, Shampoo might learn
about the wonderful world of pronouns, but it was
ALWAYS Ranma's fault.  That's just the way life was. 
It was like physics or something.

"What have you ever done for me anyways?"  His voice
was barley a whisper as he stared at the cold night
sky.  He had done this many times.  Of course, it
never answered.  It  always stayed the same, twinkling
like a bunch of stupid lights, never answering.  But
this time--

IT DID.

AN aLley wAy . . . A siGn . .. tHe sNakEs PiT . . .a
yOUng GirL wAs cRyIng, hE was goIng tO kIlL HeR but no
ONe wAs goInG To sAve her . . . NO ONE . . . sHe'D dIE
. . . a rUsTy knIfe . . . fear

Ryouga fell to his knees and clutched his head in pain
as images flashed through his mind.

shUt uP aND dO As YoUr tOld . . . gUn leFt pOCKet . .
. nEvEr uNdEreStiMatE tHe cAt . . . sOmE pEoPlE . . .
arn't worth saving.

The images passed as quickly as they came and Ryouga
was left gasping for breath.  Sweat dripped down his
brow and it seemed like millions of icy fingernails
were racking through his brain.

"Oh man what just . . ."  His head shot up.  He heard
. . . something.  Was that a women screaming?  He
stood up and walked quickly toward the source of the
sound.  It hurt like hell to walk without the crutches
but they hindered his movements too much.

Painstakingly, he made his way through the streets. 
It was like his feed had minds of their own (which
would explain quite a lot).  He knew where to go, he
just didn't know WHERE he was going.

The streets seemed to deteriorate the farther he went.
 Large pot holes littered the street and only the
occasional lamp post actually worked.  The stench of
urine and garbage hung in the air.

"Shit .  . ."  Ryouga's grip tightened around his
crutches.  Maybe his new found sense of direction was
leaving him.  But he had been so sure . . .  He NEEDED
to be here.  What happened to that crying girl anyway?
 She had sounded only a few feet away.

"Great Hibiki, you're going crazy."  Scenery passed by
unnoticed as he kept his eyes directly in front of
him.  It was a dangerous part of Japan.  He had to be
on guard for anything.

A bar named the "Snakes Pit" passed by his view,
unnoticed.

"Shut up and do as your told."

Ryouga stopped and flattened himself against a wall. 
He could hear the faint sounds of crying now.  How had
he ever been able to hear them before?  He heard a
loud smack as something contacted against human flesh.
 The only thing that kept him from jumping out right
then was the next voice.

"I'm sorry.  It's just . . .  I can do this I really
can."

Ryouga risked a glance around the corner.

A young girl, couldn't have been more than fourteen,
lay hunched on the ground.  Her face was black and
blue from liaisons.  A small trickle of blood dripped
from her lower lip.  A man towered over her with his
fists clenched tightly.  The young girl's golden mane
flowed down her back and was covered in small gaudy
bows.  Her entire body shook like a leaf in the wind.

"I paid good money for you."  The man sneered.  His
merciless brown eyes glinted for a brief second in the
dark.

"You's remind me of my dear, dead Maya, you do."  His
hand slipped into his pocket.  "Always slutting
around.  But showed her I did."

A long jagged knife slithered from his pocket.  The
girl glanced up.

"What are you . . ."  She stood up and cautiously
stepped backwards.  "Please, don't.  I'll do whatever
you want just--"

"That's what you always say Maya!  Then you go
slutting around.  I got rid of you but you keep comin
back.  Just like the cat.  It comes again the cat
does.  But I'm not going to underestimate it this
time.  No . . . never underestimate the cat."

He brought his knife to his mouth and licked it,
leaving a long trail of saliva across the blade.

"You're not coming back this time Maya.  No . . . not
this time."

The girl clenched her eyes and waited for the end. 
There was nothing she could do.  He was going to kill
her.  No one was coming to save her . . . NO ONE.

A crutch came flying from the mouth of the alley and
hit the man's wrist.  The crutch clattered to the
ground.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh!"  The man fell to the floor,
cradling his bruised wrist.

Ryouga stood at the mouth of the alley.  Every fiber
of his being trembled with anger.  Red fire crackled
at the tips of his hair and red tendrils swirled
around him like fire, creating the illusion of the
very pits of hell.

He was pissed.

"Prepare to die."  He leveled his umbrella
threateningly.

"The kitty wants to play."  The man snickered and
playfully switched his knife from hand to hand as he
approached.

Ryouga stood his ground.  He didn't even need to move
to defeat this bastard.  Which was good, since he
didn't have that option open to him right now.

The man was only a few feet from him when something
flashed across his mind.

THERE WAS A GUN IN HIS LEFT POCKET. 

Ryouga grabbed the man's wrist at the last second, and
pushed the man's hand with the other, sending the gun
flying across the alley.  A right hook sent him flying
out of the alley and onto the street where he hit a
lamp.  His body hit the ground with a thud and lay
still.

"Are-are you ok Miss?"  Ryouga limped over and stood
in front of the girl.  The girl's eyes were unfocused.
 She stared at the air, blankly in shock.

Ryouga tried waving his hand in front of her face to
get her attention.

"Uh, hello?  Miss?"

She blinked rapidly and returned to herself.  Fear,
mistrust, and a hint of anger replaced the blank
expression.

"Why did you save me?"

"He was going to--"

"What do you want from me?"  Anger leaked into her
voice.  She took a step backward.

"Uh, want?  I don't want anything.  I was just--"

"They always want something.  No one does a person a
favor without wanting something in return."  A tear
trickled down her cheek.  "You should have just let
him kill me you know."

Another tear fell from her eye.  All the pain and
suffering had almost ended.  Now she had to face
another cruel, soulless day . . .

She brushed past him and bolted out of the alley.

"Wait!  Let me help you!"

The girl stopped abruptly and looked over her
shoulder.  Their eyes met and Ryouga found himself
staring into the most pain filled and haunted eyes he
had ever seen.  He felt like he was staring through
his own eyes.  They were filled with such agony.

Finally, the girl tore her gaze away and whispered
softly.

"Some people . . . .aren't worth saving."  She ran out
of the alley and into the night, leaving Ryouga
standing alone.  A chilly wind blew a stray paper
across is path.  Not a sound could be heard for miles
as the lonely night marched onward.

The stars twinkled unbidden. 

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