Written By: Mina (a.k.a: Cherry)

Side story directly following the
Original 26-episode series
By Gainax

Circumstances Unknown:
Case I: His Sorrow

She had abandoned him. He was alone. Left alone in the shadows. Left alone with all the pain to bear.

While she was laughing, and having fun with her friends, he was alone. They were preparing for a school play, which they were going to show at the cultural festival. For all she knew, the man she loved and depended on was torn up inside. Everyone could see it, except for the woman he loved.

Was she blind? No. She had her own things to worry about right now. With the Festival just a day away, everything was hectic and everyone was busy.

He stood on the roof, towering above everyone, looking down at the people. People who had left him behind, and skipped to a whole new world, where he didn't exist, and he wasn't needed. He was afraid. Afraid that the past would repeat itself, and destiny would take its course.

There he walked, alone. The peaceful but frightening silence was broken by a sweet, familiar voice that brought warmth to his ears. "Arima-kun!" The boy stopped in his tracks and swung around to see his beloved running up to him. "M-Miyazawa..."

"Arima-kun!" The girl stopped in front of him and panted. "I F-Finally caught up to you!"

"Is there something you needed?" Arima asked, overjoyed that she didn't forget him.

"I needed to ask you," She replied, still out of breath. "Are your parents gonna come to the festival? I can get the tickets for them in advance."

The boy's joy suddenly turned into disappointment. "...Oh, u-uh huh."

Miyazawa took his hands in hers and lit up with happiness. "That's great! I look forward to seeing them again! I'm sure my parents would love to meet them again, after all, the first time they met, it wasn't a very good time and place." She continued on, disappointing the boy once again. She finally let go of his hands, and started running back towards the school. "Well, thanks!"

Alone. He was again left standing alone. The boy had realized, just a couple of days ago. She didn't need him anymore. She no longer depended and needed him like she had previously done a while ago. The boy knew that, for he is the one who needs her right now.

He marched on, in the deadly silence of loneliness. The tanned blonde obsessed with women, ran up from behind him and patted Arima on the back, like usual. "Yo, Arima!" He greeted, with the same self centered smug look. Except this time, his expression immediately changed, looking at his friend's response.

"Don't touch me." Those words, almost spoken silently, but also filled with a cold, mono tone to it. Arima's expression was not the usual warm friendly smile, but of hatred, anger, sadness and fear. Asaba took a step back, staring at his friend; he couldn't help but to stare at those cold, emotionless eyes. He watched this figure walk on, disappearing into the shadows. Now Asaba was afraid, afraid that his best friend was going to do something foolish.

Meanwhile, he walked on, alone and afraid. Totally wrapped up with his problems, Arima started to cross the road. Not noticing that the traffic light was still on red, he walks right into the middle of the street. A car races from the corner screeching to a stop, inches away from Arima. "What the hell are you doing?! Trying to kill yourself?!" The driver shouted at Arima's half conscious face. "Be more careful next time!" He grunted as he drove off, leaving Arima there shaking.

He winded up in front of his huge mansion, and walked in the door. The usual sound of silence surrounded this big, empty, cold place to call home. "I'm back..." Conversation was not a word that the Arima household was familiar with. During dinner, the only sound that they can hear was the clanking of dishes or the sounds of chewing.

"So...how was your day?" Arima's current father asked.

"O-uh...fine."

"O-oh..."

"Thanks for dinner." Arima said as he got up from the table and started walking to his room. "O-oh... and remember the Cultural festival's tomorrow."

If these walls could talk, there wouldn't be anything to tell. Upstairs, Arima lay in bed. He thinks to himself, if I live to exist... then why do I live? [Fin]

To be continued... Case 2: Her Happiness [Next]

[Parody] Cherry: Sorry, I couldn't resist...

The tanned blonde obsessed with women, ran up from behind him and patted Arima on the back, like usual. "Yo, Arima!" He greeted, with the same self centered smug look. Except this time, his expression immediately changed, looking at his friend's response.

He stared in horror, petrified, and took a step back. His eyes were so wide, they were about to pop out of its sockets. "A-Arima Sensei!" He started walking backwards as his friend took out something from behind him... "Noooooooooooo!!!!!"

What he saw was a horrid sight. Arima took out a giant... WOODEN MALLET!!! The screaming of Asaba faded as he flew across the sky, whacked by Arima's lethal blow.

Shouldn't have let him read the Ranma1/2 mangas...