To Hell With It

AN: Most of you are probably sitting out there thinking “Oh gawd not another attempt from this loser to try to get rid of writer’s block” or “Oh gawd not another Ranma finally loses it stories.” To those people I say, “Fuck you.” To the people who are actually partially interested in my story I say “Thank you for at least giving this a shot.” May the show begin……

Disclaimer: I don’t own jack shit, my mother is a patent lawyer so I know all the rules. Same old, same old.

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Ranma looked around him, trying to get a feel for his new surroundings. It was happening again, he had been seeing the same vision every time he fell asleep. He was barely getting any sleep now because he feared the visions in his mind. But he had to sleep so they would always get him.

He watched in horror as someone who looked like him and some other person shrouded in shadow from the cloak and hood he was wearing. It always happened the same way, the two were fighting a huge group of people. The hooded man slaughtered any who came close to him using a broadsword that looked like a sword he had seen on a cover of game, something called Legend of Z-something, he couldn’t remember. The man had dismembered, disemboweled, and decapitated many of the oncoming force. Whenever he wasn’t in melee combat, he used magic to kill people in the distance but there was so many he rarely had the chance to say the incantation before more people attacked.

Ranma’s counterpart was also in the fray. He was using two double bladed knives (Like the person on the cover of Suikoden IV except the blades are shorter and the tips were pointed to the ground) with extreme proficiency. Unlike the other fighter he was just going for the vitals and quickly extinguishing their life, usually going for the throat and other major areas. If the forces ever started to back down he would just keep on charging into the heat of the battle letting his fellow fighter do the magic.

Ranma saw it coming; he always did. He saw the man shoot the arrow, he saw the arrow coming; he screamed for his look-alike to move, he saw it hit. Blood sprayed from the wound on the neck, it had the arrow going straight through his spinal column; if you had looked after the blood was dried you could see the hole. The blood mixed with the other dark crimson liquid on the ground, becoming part of the thin film that was forming over the ground.

Ranma watched already knowing what was coming. He saw the mysterious fighter turn and see his friend fall lifelessly to the ground, blood spurting from the wound, the body twitching. A scream of anguish came from the shadows of the hooded persons face that Ranma would have sworn was a woman’s voice. Collapsing onto his knees, Ranma saw the hooded figure drop his weapon and let his hands fall to his sides. Ranma had always woken up at this part, but tonight he didn’t, he saw the person slowly stand. Picking up the sword, another scream was heard this time a scream of pure rage. A huge dark red aura sprung to life around the person, blowing everyone nearby away from the sheer power radiating from the figure. The unseen wind also blew off the figures hood, revealing a woman’s face twisted in a mask of hate, anguish, and sadness. Tears streamed down her face at the loss of her comrade.

Ranma stared at the face of the woman in utter disbelief she looked exactly like Nabiki. Ranma’s mind couldn’t handle the thought of Nabiki fighting with a sword instead of her mind. He couldn’t believe that Nabiki was upset about losing him, so his mind did the only rational thing it could think of, it shut down.

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FLASH

Five years ago

Ranma was surrounded by a group of people who were ready for a fight. One charged with his sword raised in the air ready to cut Ranma in half. Ranma in response pulled out one of his knives and swiftly cut the persons throat. Ranma watched the blood spray from the wound, before wiping his knife clean on his shoe.

FLASH

Three years ago

Ranma was walking with his friends, talking about their latest assignment. He kept sneaking glances towards Nabiki. The ground shook followed by a huge explosion, the group quickly got ready for battle, and charged off towards the sound ready for battle.

FLASH

The day before Ranma’s look-alike is shot in the neck

“Nabs, I know that we have come to know each other over the last few years, for the longest time I looked at you with love in my eyes. I guess what I’m trying to say is, Nabiki Tendo, would you give me the honor of becoming my wife.” Ranma asked Nabiki. It was a cloudless night, the moon watched over the couple as the sat next to each other on a rock over looking the town they were staying in. Ranma was looking at Nabiki his eyes filled with hope but just as much fear of being rejected could be seen. Nabiki stared at Ranma her eyes expressionless, showing nothing.

“Okay then, thank you for coming up here with me. Even if you don’t love me we can still be friends, I guess.” Ranma said as he stood up and started to walk off, thinking that Nabiki’s silence meant that she didn’t love him. He slowly began to trudge back to the village, his head hung in sadness.

He was surprised when someone hugged him from behind, he could feel his shirt getting wet. He nearly fainted when he heard the muffled reply from Nabiki, “Of course I’ll be your wife.”

Turning himself around in the embrace, he hugged her back and kissed her forehead, letting her cry in his arms. She calmed down after a few minutes and quickly proceeded to smother her new fiancé with affectionate kisses. Ranma was stunned by her forwardness only for a moment before he started to return the kisses.

FLASH

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Ranma moaned as he slowly woke up. Slowly opening his eyes just to quickly shut them again, cursing the Kami and their bright light. Attempting to open his eyes the next three times brought the same results before he just decided to get it over with. Forcibly opening his eyes, despite their protest to the inanely bright light. Letting his eyes adjust to the light, he took in his surroundings quickly noticing he was not in the guest room of the Tendo household. It had been a long time since Ranma had slept on dirt but the feeling was unmistakable. Feeling his hands holding something he lifted them to get a better look at what he was holding. He saw the two blades his look-alike had used, stained in the blood of the people they had recently slain.

Quickly throwing them away from his body, he stood up and looked around trying to figure out what was happening. He saw the fallen bodies of the people from the dream some still dripping blood from their wounds. Ranma looked at the grisly sights before him, seeing the dismembered and disemboweled bodies in a dream was one thing but to see them and smell the blood and organs in reality was much different. Ranma quickly fell back to the ground making loud sounds as he vomited on the ground beneath him.

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Far down the field the Nabiki look-alike heard the sounds of a vomiting person, and quickly got up from the bodies she was making sure were dead and went to kill the survivor. She wouldn’t let any of the people live after taking her love from her, just after he had finally worked up the courage to tell her how he felt just last night. Drawing her sword, the light shining off the cold metal surface, she raised the blade above her getting ready to strike down her opponent. That was until the hunched over form came into sight, she couldn’t mistake the clothing her lover had been wearing, nor the way he had worn his hair. But it didn’t fit, why was he vomiting? He had killed people before, he had tortured them in ways we all wish to never feel or see. Yet here he was throwing up at the sight around him.

Her sword still at the ready to kill the being in front of her but, her eyes could not fool her this was her fiancé. But she had seen him die; she had seen his lifeless body fall to the ground, twitching. She had looked into his lifeless eyes as he laid on the ground his blood mixing with the blood already pooling on the ground. It just wasn't possible; it didn’t make sense even the most powerful white mages didn’t have the power to bring back the dead.

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Ranma slowly got up after throwing up whatever was left in his new bodies stomach. Wiping the left over strands of the vomit from his mouth he quickly turned around when he heard the sound of something metal hitting the ground followed by a soft thud. On the ground lay the Nabiki look-alike’s sword while the look-alike herself was sitting on her knees, staring at Ranma in disbelief and amazement before falling backwards, her mind having shut down.

Blinking in disbelief for a moment, Ranma sighed as he got up and walked over to Nabiki (I’m getting tired of writing look-alike every time so I’m stopping here.) And gently picked her up and wandered off looking for the town he had seen in his new memories, it was supposed to be near here somewhere.

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After three hours of fruitless searching Ranma just put Nabiki down softly under a well shaded tree. She looked so peaceful sleeping, her face completely tranquil, a big difference from what she had looked like earlier that day and in the dream. Feeling the urge to lay down next to her and cuddle up to her beautiful sleeping form, he quickly left the immediate area so he didn’t act upon his impulse. Telling himself it was all because of the mixed up feelings from the memory conjunction, he didn’t love her it was the other Ranma. He couldn’t do that to Nabiki, giving her false hope that her lover was still alive, he just couldn’t bare to think of it. Sure she had done many things that he had wished she hadn’t while he was in Nerima, but this was a different Nabiki and besides the Nabiki in Nerima had done to help her family.

Having nothing better to do Ranma went back to the battlefield. He wandered around the corpse-riddled ground. Spotting his counterparts weapons of choice, he quickly picked them up and sheathed them behind his back. They fit perfectly in their sheathes attached to the back of his belt. He continued to wander aimlessly around the dead bodies he contemplated what had happened to him recently. ‘I have a recurring dream for a month, and when I finally see the whole thing I gut sucked into the dream, and becoming part of the reality. FUCK! This would only happen to me, considering how much the Kami love to mess with my life.’ Ranma mentally complained, as he walked over dead and mangled bodies, not bothering him in the slightest anymore unlike his earlier experience.

Sighing Ranma went back to check on Nabiki and see if she was awake yet. Upon arriving under the tree he felt cold sharp steel pressed to his neck. Feeling it drop from its place on his neck he turned to see his attacker, when he turned he saw Nabiki standing behind him, her eyes brimming with tears.

He was extremely surprised when he was engulfed in a Shampoo like glomp from Nabiki, before he began to feel her shake as he heard muffled sobs coming from his chest, a wet spot began to grow on his shirt. Doing what he always did when he was confronted by these situations, he began to beg her to stop to cry.

“Please stop crying Nabiki, I’m sorry for whatever I did.” Ranma said quickly, his arms flailing around him. Feeling her hug him tighter, he stopped his ranting and flailing, he looked down. He saw her clutching his body tightly, her body shaking with the intensity of her crying. She looked up at him her eyes red and puffy from her crying.

“I thought I had lost you, I saw your body hit the ground, your eyes lifelessly staring at me. I lost it and killed them all, please tell me this is real, I can’t bear to lose you.” She said, staring at him her eyes holding a mixture of fear and hope.

“I’m no-“ Ranma stopped looking into the hope and fear filled brown eyes in front if his face, and for the first time in his life, he lied without giving himself away. “Yes Nabs this is real, I thought I had lost you too. I’m sorry for scaring you like that.” Ranma responded, using the pet name he had heard his counterpart use in the flashbacks he had.

Nabiki’s eyes shined with happiness, before reaching up and kissing him hard on the lips. Her tongue begging for entry into his own mouth, Ranma took a second to respond to Nabiki’s forwardness before he gave in to the feelings from a different time and place, and began to kiss her back with the same intensity. His hands encircled her smaller form, hugging her against him. He began to feel a strange reaction that he had never had for any of the other fiancées. ‘So this is what love feels like.’ Ranma thought before his mind was lost in the pleasure of holding and kissing his new and only fiancé.

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Nabiki led the way to the village they had stayed at the night before when Ranma had proposed to her. Pulling him along by his hand she couldn’t keep the jovial smile of her face as she led her lover back to there room, for good quality time. (Hint, hint, nudge, nudge, knowwhatImean, knowwhatImean, wink, wink)

On the way back Ranma was lost in thought thinking about what he had done when he had lied to his Nabs, stopping momentarily at what he just thought, before being pulled along by the aforementioned female. ‘Can I keep this up? I don’t even have all the memories of my counterparts self, how can I make this work?’ He thought in panic, before pain shot through his body. Screaming loudly in agony, he quickly grabbed at his head hoping to make the pain stop. He body jerked on the ground for a minute before going limp, leaving Ranma unconscious and Nabiki extremely worried about her fiancée.

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Random Quote

“I am as the wind that bears me: harsh yet gentle, fleeting yet ever-present. Together we fly beyond imagination.”