THESE CHARACTERS HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH ME OTHER THAN PURELY AS ENTERTAINMENT FOR MY SICK LITTLE MIND. I DO NOT NOR EVER WILL OWN THESE CHARACTERS, AS THEY BELONG TO THE GODDESS RUMIKO TAKAHASHI AND A WHOLE SLEW OF PEOPLE THAT SHE HAS DEEMED WORTHY OF OWNING THE RIGHTS TO USE THESE CHARACTERS. IF SHE HAD ANY CLUE AS TO WHAT I WAS DOING WITH HER FINE WORK, SHE WOULD PROBABLY SEND A HIT SQUAD. OR NINJAS. NINJAS WOULD BE SCARY. I MEAN, SASUKE ISN'T, BUT I'M QUITE CERTAIN SHE COULD FIND FAR MORE COMPETENT... ANYHOW, NONE OF THIS IS MINE AND PAYING ME FOR IT WOULD BE FLAT OUT WRONG. ENJOY.
Ukyo And Akane
A Ranma ½ fan fiction
No more Ranma
Two weeks after the disappearance…
Morning. A quiet morning: not unlike those that came before he arrived. No, this morning seemed to be doing it's best to build up to something, but without the necessary chaos magnet, it failed to be anything more strange than to be quite pleasant and nice for the middle of summer. That was the real difference, Akane thought: Things were normal. Ranma was no longer here. His father stayed, because he was too frightened to go home to his wife, but Genma kept doing the normal Genma things; namely eating five times his share and sleeping in until noon. There was a time that mornings didn't used to be like this. When Ranma was here, anything could and often did happen in the mornings. Akane would go jogging, and return to see either Ranma or his father plunge deep into the koi pond and turn into a girl or panda, respectively. Now the placid fish swam without any fear that their peaceful tranquility would be disturbed.
"It's too quiet…" Akane said loudly, hoping that by addressing the lack of excitement, Nerima would notice the odd calm and produce something bizarre, as had been normal for the past year. It failed, and the morning continued in its boring manner.
"Oh, good morning Akane." Kasumi came into the family room dressed in her apron, ready to make breakfast. Of all the people in the household, Kasumi seemed to be taking the news of Ranma the best. Her father cried for a week straight, and had to be seen for possible emotional breakdown. No big surprises there. Shampoo and Cologne had gone in search of him, and she didn't expect to see them until Ranma showed up again. If he showed up again. The two amazons had left Mousse in charge of the restaurant, and it was doing very well. Mousse's magic tricks made up for the fact that nobody ever got what they had ordered. The surprise came when Akane found out how much Nabiki seemed distressed at Ranma's sudden disappearance- until Akane realized that her concerns were monetary in nature. The koi were understandably overjoyed about the sudden disappearance of Ranma. Akane was, well, Akane didn't know what she was feeling about him. She sort of missed him, she certainly was concerned for him, and she knew that her life had become more than a little more normal and bearable since he disappeared, but for all that, Akane wasn't sure about exactly what she felt.
"Good morning, Oneechan!" (Use of Japanese: one drink!) "Do you need any help with breakfast?"
Akane never could quite figure out why people always paled when she said things like that. It wasn't like she was trying to poison them or anything. She was just… oh forget it, they never listen anyways. Especially not Ranma…
Akane winced inwardly. Why was there that feeling anytime she thought about his name? It's not like she was in love with him or anything. She just couldn't place it. It hurt, whatever it was.
"Um… I think I'll be okay in the kitchen, Akane. Why don't you go see if Father is awake and ready to get breakfast?" Kasumi was always so sweet with her brush-offs.
"Okay, Oneechan."(Is it two drinks if I use the same thing twice?) Akane sighed and quietly made her way upstairs to see if anyone else was awake.
Darkness. Wonderful, black, non-painful darkness; the kind of darkness that makes it easy to forget all the things in your life that you wanted to forget – or for the things that one couldn't forget, darkness at least made it more bearable.
I love darkness now… it's almost as good as having him here again. Except that I can count on darkness to be there, and Ranma is gone. He's been gone for over two weeks now; I wonder what he's up to? Not that it really matters. He isn't coming back to me or to anyone else for that matter. It just seemed that Ranma was always there every time we needed him, without fail. Now, though, it seems like he's dead or something.
Ukyo rolled over and looked at the clock. It was Tuesday. The day she had sworn she would open up her restaurant again, or she would be certain to lose it. At the moment, however, Ukyo had only the intention of falling back to sleep- a deep sleep that would offer her respite from her current situation. Maybe even a sleep that she wouldn't wake up from…
Ukyo sat bolt upright and shook her head. Whoa sugar, get a hold of yourself! I can't believe you even thought of something stupid like that! All right then, time to get up! Groaning, Ukyo moved slowly towards the edge of her bed, wearily. The very thought of getting up and facing customers almost made her sick, but she choked back the bitter taste, and slowly rose to her feet. Slowly, without much certainty but with a practiced grace, she began moving through some of the most basic katas that her father had taught her. Tears clouded her eyes as she reflected on how badly she had failed her father. Ukyo finished her exercise, and clenched her fists at her side. If Ranma thought he could break her spirit by leaving her behind again, he was sorely mistaken! "When he gets back," Ukyo swore hotly "I'M GONNA GET HIM FOR THIS!" And with that, she got to work.
The next day…
"Hey Akane, Ucchan's is open again, you want to go?" Sayuki asked.
"Not really, I don't feel like going anywhere right now." Akane moped. Sayuki was one of the few friends Akane still spent time with after Ranma's disappearance. They ate lunch together, but Akane tended to be too depressed to do much else.
"Akane, you need to get up and out a bit. We should head over there and say 'hi' to her. Didn't she used to be a friend of yours?"
Akane looked up for a moment. While it was true that there had been times when she had thought that she and Ukyo might get along, but then there was Ranma, and once he was thrown into the equation, any chance at being friends with Ukyo met a swift and merciless death. Does Sayuki even know what she's saying? She leveled her eyes at her friend in disbelief and murmured, "Not exactly." Sayuki didn't catch it, however, and continued to goad Akane into going. "…Plus, she's having a grand reopening sale!"
Akane sighed. "Is the sale going on tomorrow? How about I go with you then?"
Sayuki settled back in defeat. "Alright Akane, the sale's until the end of the week, so I'll let you win this time, but it's a promise, ok? Tomorrow we'll eat lunch at Ucchan's."
"Tomorrow." Came Akane's resigned reply. Her mood was as dark as the sky outside.
Ukyo slumped against the counter after a long day's work. "I didn't think so many people would come!" She tiredly remarked, "Especially because of the rain. My okonomiyaki must have really been great." But try as she might, she still couldn't shake the feeling of absolute, total loss. Ukyo smiled hollowly to spite herself, got to her feet and began the long process of clean up. The first thing she did was clean the grill, and then she began to wash the dishes. As she began to wash the oversized spatula that doubled both as her primary weapon and also the most important tool in her culinary skill, she noticed a small dent in the metal, in the area of the handle. She was very familiar with that dent. It was the leftover mark from when Ranma bent her spatula during their battle the first day she had met him again. He had bent it back, but it had never been completely repaired. Just like my heart… despair overwhelmed Ukyo again and she succumbed. When she came to her senses again she had no idea how long she had knelt on the floor, sobbing as she relived that fateful afternoon when Ranma had reversed her feelings for him. 'What a waste…' he said. What a stupid, stupid waste! I worked so hard after that day, and now look at where it got me! Ukyo was quickly working her way into hysterics.
"Goddamn that stupid BASTARD! That's IT! I'm THROUGH with him! He's gone TOO FAR this time! HOW DARE THAT ARROGANT JACKASS THINK HE CAN GO AND LEAVE ME BEHIND AGAIN? NEXT TIME HE GIVES ME THAT STUPID SMILE I'M GOING TO SHOVE IT RIGHT UP HIS-"
Ukyo's tirade went long into the night.
Had this one on my mind for a long time. This actually got started during the six-year abstention from writing on my other two fanfics, and I wanted to finish them before I got around to doing this one. I found that this one ended up being a lot of fun to write, however, so it got started. I won't be working on it nearly as hard as my main two, at least not until I finish one or both of those. Once I'm done with those, however, I have lots of other stories in the works. I need more time to really get down to writing though, as a few paragraphs generally take me a couple of hours. Sometimes things get written very quickly and easily, sometimes it's like dragging a weight through a desert in the hot sun. Anyhow, I'm going to post what I've got, and anyone who really gets into this can just wait patiently until I have more time to devote to it.