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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 fianc�, 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 softe

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

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 fille

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.  Ak

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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