Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma 1/2 nor do I own Evil Zone. Don't sue me.
Please be nice and so forth...
/*thought*/
"normal speech"
[sign board]
---------------------------Fly to the Sky----------------------------------
Prologue : Looking to the Sky
Ranma is seen trudging home. His form is battered with clothes torn
in several areas, along with cuts. He walks without energy thinking about
his day. As his thoughts progresses, he falls deeper and deeper into Ryoga
like depression. /*Argh! This suck! Why does this always happen to me!
Why does everyone think that everything is my fault... I... I just don't
understand. After Pheonix Mountain... I thought... maybe, everything will
just turn out fine.*/
Slowly, Ranma's aura flickers into life, yet instead of the blue
aura of confidence, the color is a sickly green. The aural color of
depression. Unknowing of the aura surrounding him, Ranma continues on with
his thoughts. /*I'm just getting sick and tired of all this. I'm trapped
I guess. Damn, I'm almost home... Home... No. Not MY home... Akane's
home. Nabiki's home. Kasumi's home. But... not mine.*/
However, before Ranma could fall any deeper into depression, he
notices the green aura around him. All of a sudden he starts to laugh and
the aura quickly dissipates. "God... If anyone saw that, they would
probably think I'm Ryoga." He then runs toward the Tendo's home while
slowly shaking his head and chuckling a laugh that would break a person's
heart if heard.
Quickly, Ranma enters the Tendo's home and calls out, "I'm home."
Kasumi comes out to greet him. However all she sees is a figure
truding upstairs, battered and tired. She sighs with pity and walks back.
The sight that she had seen just now was one that was becomming all too
common. /*Poor Ranma...*/ Kasumi returns to her kitchen, slipping on the
all too familiar mask of cheerfulness. The armor that she now could not let
go. The mask that protected her throughout the years of hardship.
//----------------------------------
Ranma quickly takes a bath then comes out. Knowing that now he was
under the scruitny of the people whom he lived with, Ranma slips on his mask
also. One that is not so different from the one that Kasumi put on a few
momments ago. However, his is not one of empty cheerfulness, but rather one
that showed brashness and confidance. A mask that was second nature to him.
It can be seen more of a second face than a mask really. He wore that face
everywhere. More than the one that he showed a few momments ago. He really
was brash and confidant. Arrogant beyond belief. Just not now. Not for a
long time...
Ranma then ran down the stairs in his usual self. Soon it was
dinner time and he forgot most of his worries as he fought over food with
his father. Really... even though he pretended that he disliked the game,
he secretly enjoyed the match. It was something that he was used to. The
only type of life he knew for 10 years of his life, and one the he missed
more than he would admit.
Ranma lived without a home for the majority of his life, unknowingly
giving him a restless spirit. One that crashed against the barriers that
seemed to be erected around itself. He missed the old days, the times when
all he had to worry about was learning a new technique and what stupid thing
his old man did again. Hey... Even though the stupid panda made his life
miserable sometimes... He was the only one constant in his life. Also there
is the fact that Genma really cared for Ranma. Hey... No matter what anyone
says, Ranma, as a five year old cannot survive in the wild with no one to
take care of him. Most of the stupid things done to him was to further his
skills as a martial artist. (And to fill his glutton...)
Soon, dinner was over and Ranma returned to reality. Sometimes,
returning to reality is the hardest thing in the world. And perhaps the
most inevitable. Reality hurts so much sometimes that it hurts. If Ranma
was not taught to be any less of a man, he would have wept.
No one saw his true feelings. No one. All was ignored.
He jumped onto the roof. The only sanctuary Ranma had, that is
until he was interrupted by a certain tomboy climbing up with a ladder.
Ranma sighed and waited until Akane reached the top and braced himself. All
of his meetings with Akane nowadays seems to go awry. Whatever he did, she
took it the wrong way.
"Hey Akane." Ranma said with a cocky voice, hiding his emotions.
Afterall, a real man has to be a stotan. A man among men. Emotions... Only
shown by weaklings.
"Ranma... What are you doing here?"
"I... I just came here to think."
Akane laughed hearing that. Then replied, "That's a good habit. But
don't hurt yourself."
Perhaps, this remark was meant as a jest, spoken lightheartedly, or
it may have been a snide comment. Nevertheless, it cut him, and his heart
bled.
"What do you want Akane?" Ranma asked with a tired voice.
Akane suddenly narrows her eyes, briefly flashing with anger. "What
do you mean Ranma? I just came here to cheer you up?"
"And just why would I need to be cheered up?" Ranma asked. /*Sigh,
same old, same old. Why can't thinks just go without blowing up in my face?
Why can't anyone just leave me alone?"
Akane suddenly stood up. Angry. In her ears, it sounded as if
Ranma was blaming her! Truth whispered to her heart that perhaps, some of
it was. However, the whisper was drowned out by her stubborness. The truth
still reached her. Barely caressing her heart. Yet, to a person who cannot
face the truth, truth angers.
"Forget it! Why did I come up here in the first place? I must have
been out of my mind to ome up here. Whatever it is, is probably your fault
anyway!" Screaming this, she went back down the ladder.
Ranma just ignored the whole thing and lay back down.
Then he fell asleep...
//-------------------------------------------------------------
To Be Continued...
//-------------------------------------------------------------
Author's note: Well this is a new chapter. Let's see where it goes. This
is a rough draft. but probably will stay as a final. I
know not much happened in the story, but I have to set the
mood and background.
For those of you readers who complain and bitch about Ranma
being depressed, will tough luck. I mean, I'm not sure
about you, but if my life was as screwed as Ranma's I would
be depressed. And Ranma is human after all.
Anyway, read and reply...
Please be nice and so forth...
/*thought*/
"normal speech"
[sign board]
---------------------------Fly to the Sky----------------------------------
Prologue : Looking to the Sky
Ranma is seen trudging home. His form is battered with clothes torn
in several areas, along with cuts. He walks without energy thinking about
his day. As his thoughts progresses, he falls deeper and deeper into Ryoga
like depression. /*Argh! This suck! Why does this always happen to me!
Why does everyone think that everything is my fault... I... I just don't
understand. After Pheonix Mountain... I thought... maybe, everything will
just turn out fine.*/
Slowly, Ranma's aura flickers into life, yet instead of the blue
aura of confidence, the color is a sickly green. The aural color of
depression. Unknowing of the aura surrounding him, Ranma continues on with
his thoughts. /*I'm just getting sick and tired of all this. I'm trapped
I guess. Damn, I'm almost home... Home... No. Not MY home... Akane's
home. Nabiki's home. Kasumi's home. But... not mine.*/
However, before Ranma could fall any deeper into depression, he
notices the green aura around him. All of a sudden he starts to laugh and
the aura quickly dissipates. "God... If anyone saw that, they would
probably think I'm Ryoga." He then runs toward the Tendo's home while
slowly shaking his head and chuckling a laugh that would break a person's
heart if heard.
Quickly, Ranma enters the Tendo's home and calls out, "I'm home."
Kasumi comes out to greet him. However all she sees is a figure
truding upstairs, battered and tired. She sighs with pity and walks back.
The sight that she had seen just now was one that was becomming all too
common. /*Poor Ranma...*/ Kasumi returns to her kitchen, slipping on the
all too familiar mask of cheerfulness. The armor that she now could not let
go. The mask that protected her throughout the years of hardship.
//----------------------------------
Ranma quickly takes a bath then comes out. Knowing that now he was
under the scruitny of the people whom he lived with, Ranma slips on his mask
also. One that is not so different from the one that Kasumi put on a few
momments ago. However, his is not one of empty cheerfulness, but rather one
that showed brashness and confidance. A mask that was second nature to him.
It can be seen more of a second face than a mask really. He wore that face
everywhere. More than the one that he showed a few momments ago. He really
was brash and confidant. Arrogant beyond belief. Just not now. Not for a
long time...
Ranma then ran down the stairs in his usual self. Soon it was
dinner time and he forgot most of his worries as he fought over food with
his father. Really... even though he pretended that he disliked the game,
he secretly enjoyed the match. It was something that he was used to. The
only type of life he knew for 10 years of his life, and one the he missed
more than he would admit.
Ranma lived without a home for the majority of his life, unknowingly
giving him a restless spirit. One that crashed against the barriers that
seemed to be erected around itself. He missed the old days, the times when
all he had to worry about was learning a new technique and what stupid thing
his old man did again. Hey... Even though the stupid panda made his life
miserable sometimes... He was the only one constant in his life. Also there
is the fact that Genma really cared for Ranma. Hey... No matter what anyone
says, Ranma, as a five year old cannot survive in the wild with no one to
take care of him. Most of the stupid things done to him was to further his
skills as a martial artist. (And to fill his glutton...)
Soon, dinner was over and Ranma returned to reality. Sometimes,
returning to reality is the hardest thing in the world. And perhaps the
most inevitable. Reality hurts so much sometimes that it hurts. If Ranma
was not taught to be any less of a man, he would have wept.
No one saw his true feelings. No one. All was ignored.
He jumped onto the roof. The only sanctuary Ranma had, that is
until he was interrupted by a certain tomboy climbing up with a ladder.
Ranma sighed and waited until Akane reached the top and braced himself. All
of his meetings with Akane nowadays seems to go awry. Whatever he did, she
took it the wrong way.
"Hey Akane." Ranma said with a cocky voice, hiding his emotions.
Afterall, a real man has to be a stotan. A man among men. Emotions... Only
shown by weaklings.
"Ranma... What are you doing here?"
"I... I just came here to think."
Akane laughed hearing that. Then replied, "That's a good habit. But
don't hurt yourself."
Perhaps, this remark was meant as a jest, spoken lightheartedly, or
it may have been a snide comment. Nevertheless, it cut him, and his heart
bled.
"What do you want Akane?" Ranma asked with a tired voice.
Akane suddenly narrows her eyes, briefly flashing with anger. "What
do you mean Ranma? I just came here to cheer you up?"
"And just why would I need to be cheered up?" Ranma asked. /*Sigh,
same old, same old. Why can't thinks just go without blowing up in my face?
Why can't anyone just leave me alone?"
Akane suddenly stood up. Angry. In her ears, it sounded as if
Ranma was blaming her! Truth whispered to her heart that perhaps, some of
it was. However, the whisper was drowned out by her stubborness. The truth
still reached her. Barely caressing her heart. Yet, to a person who cannot
face the truth, truth angers.
"Forget it! Why did I come up here in the first place? I must have
been out of my mind to ome up here. Whatever it is, is probably your fault
anyway!" Screaming this, she went back down the ladder.
Ranma just ignored the whole thing and lay back down.
Then he fell asleep...
//-------------------------------------------------------------
To Be Continued...
//-------------------------------------------------------------
Author's note: Well this is a new chapter. Let's see where it goes. This
is a rough draft. but probably will stay as a final. I
know not much happened in the story, but I have to set the
mood and background.
For those of you readers who complain and bitch about Ranma
being depressed, will tough luck. I mean, I'm not sure
about you, but if my life was as screwed as Ranma's I would
be depressed. And Ranma is human after all.
Anyway, read and reply...
