Disclaimer: Well, I guess by now you'd know Ranma ½ and Co. doesn't belong
to me, right? All hail Rumiko Takahashi and her staff. Or stuff. Or
whatever you want to worship her. But do me a favor and don't sue me.
Because that usually tends to kill my inspiration. And inspiration is all I
have. Well inspiration and about my world-wide owl collection.
But it wouldn't cover the cost of hiring a lawyer and suing me. Nope, not a
bit. I would know, after all my brother's a lawyer.
Authors Note: *Note to self: find some other way to call this little rambling.* Ok, this is the first piece of fan fiction I publish, and my third attempt at writing a story (actually my first shot at writing about Ranma ½, I've wrote Evangelion which is really different.) If this offends you in any way, I offer my most sincere apologies. C&C is always welcome, flames are greatly loved (my heater's out unfortunately), but constructive C&C will make you earn a prize! That's right! A prize! Uh... well when I find a prize to give I'll give you one. But you'll get it! Trust me! Ahem.. never mind the last part... I'd also like to ask forgiveness for my bad English, you see it isn't my first language... Oh yeah a pre-reader would be nice... But I can't promise a gift to him/her/them/it!!
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I've seen so much
A Ranma ½ Fan fiction
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---------- Prologue ----------
---------------------------------------- Whispers of the fire ------------ -----------------------
One year, so much things can happen in one year. So many things have happened on the time lapse known as one year.
One year ago a plant was just a seed.
One year ago a river could have been just a creek.
One year ago a war could have started.
One year ago an alliance could have been broken.
One year ago a whole family could have died.
Just one year ago, a dream was destroyed.
Coincidence you say? Maybe. Fate? If you're so inclined to believe in those things. Destiny? Who knows.
But one year ago Ranma realized nobody in this world cared about him.
True, a lot of people say to love the martial art's god that so many people in Nerima tend to make out of him, the fiancée so many girls expect to find in him the obedient son, or the manly man, or the beautiful girl, or the handsome guy, or the baka, the sorcerer, Ranma-sama of my dreams, Airen, Ranchan, Saotome, Ranma-kun, Ranko-chan, pigtailed girl, son-in-law.
But nobody actually seemed to care about him.
And just a week ago, while sitting on a run down bench in Nerima's park he reviewed his life and found hate, rage, interest and manipulation.
But what startled him the most was the thing he couldn't find in his whole life.
Hope.
And just yesterday he finally found the exact words which with he could define love, told by him by the least likely person he could think of, a single phrase which would later change his life forever, five words which would mark his life forever, an explanation he didn't think Hinako Nanomiya of all people would give him, a concept so easy even he understood it in a moment yet at the same time so complex his fragile heart was afraid of applying, a feeling so strong his soul sang to the four winds the moment he caught it yet so weak his stomach felt empty and his eyes stung.
Five words which would end life at Nerima as we know it now: 'to love is to forgive.'
Five simple words told in a moment of idleness, five meaningless words which made him hate himself, his life, his father, his fiancées, his sister- in-law, his father-in-law, his martial arts, his unbeatable streak, his mortality and the immortality of his soul.
Five words told to him by a children which made him despise his actions, his words, his hits, his opinions, his mother, his family and his little hell on earth.
Five words which would destroy his home and would create it at the same time.
Five words which would pull him apart piece by piece to let an empty carcass, to be filled later with a living being.
Five easy words which made him awake.
And so in this awakening our story begins.
And a story is nothing without a hero.
But our hero died already.
And so, this story finished before having a chance to begin.
For death is the end of it all.
Or is it...?
Authors Note: *Note to self: find some other way to call this little rambling.* Ok, this is the first piece of fan fiction I publish, and my third attempt at writing a story (actually my first shot at writing about Ranma ½, I've wrote Evangelion which is really different.) If this offends you in any way, I offer my most sincere apologies. C&C is always welcome, flames are greatly loved (my heater's out unfortunately), but constructive C&C will make you earn a prize! That's right! A prize! Uh... well when I find a prize to give I'll give you one. But you'll get it! Trust me! Ahem.. never mind the last part... I'd also like to ask forgiveness for my bad English, you see it isn't my first language... Oh yeah a pre-reader would be nice... But I can't promise a gift to him/her/them/it!!
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I've seen so much
A Ranma ½ Fan fiction
******************************
---------- Prologue ----------
---------------------------------------- Whispers of the fire ------------ -----------------------
One year, so much things can happen in one year. So many things have happened on the time lapse known as one year.
One year ago a plant was just a seed.
One year ago a river could have been just a creek.
One year ago a war could have started.
One year ago an alliance could have been broken.
One year ago a whole family could have died.
Just one year ago, a dream was destroyed.
Coincidence you say? Maybe. Fate? If you're so inclined to believe in those things. Destiny? Who knows.
But one year ago Ranma realized nobody in this world cared about him.
True, a lot of people say to love the martial art's god that so many people in Nerima tend to make out of him, the fiancée so many girls expect to find in him the obedient son, or the manly man, or the beautiful girl, or the handsome guy, or the baka, the sorcerer, Ranma-sama of my dreams, Airen, Ranchan, Saotome, Ranma-kun, Ranko-chan, pigtailed girl, son-in-law.
But nobody actually seemed to care about him.
And just a week ago, while sitting on a run down bench in Nerima's park he reviewed his life and found hate, rage, interest and manipulation.
But what startled him the most was the thing he couldn't find in his whole life.
Hope.
And just yesterday he finally found the exact words which with he could define love, told by him by the least likely person he could think of, a single phrase which would later change his life forever, five words which would mark his life forever, an explanation he didn't think Hinako Nanomiya of all people would give him, a concept so easy even he understood it in a moment yet at the same time so complex his fragile heart was afraid of applying, a feeling so strong his soul sang to the four winds the moment he caught it yet so weak his stomach felt empty and his eyes stung.
Five words which would end life at Nerima as we know it now: 'to love is to forgive.'
Five simple words told in a moment of idleness, five meaningless words which made him hate himself, his life, his father, his fiancées, his sister- in-law, his father-in-law, his martial arts, his unbeatable streak, his mortality and the immortality of his soul.
Five words told to him by a children which made him despise his actions, his words, his hits, his opinions, his mother, his family and his little hell on earth.
Five words which would destroy his home and would create it at the same time.
Five words which would pull him apart piece by piece to let an empty carcass, to be filled later with a living being.
Five easy words which made him awake.
And so in this awakening our story begins.
And a story is nothing without a hero.
But our hero died already.
And so, this story finished before having a chance to begin.
For death is the end of it all.
Or is it...?