A pig. A pig for an eternity? Is that my future?
"Come here P-Chan! Come to Kyoto!" a black-haired, young girl called. Her hair was in a pigtail, just as Ranma's used to be...
'P-Chan' trotted slowly towards Kyoto, mulling over his past, and the future.
Ranma and Akane had had children together, this was only as Ryoga had expected it to be, but nevertheless, he was heart-broken all the same. He remained in pig form during Ranma and Akane's whole life, never changing. Always brooding about how it could have been. He and Akane. Akane Hibiki.
He stayed near Akane's side, all through her life. He was there for every child born, for Ranma's death, for Akane's funeral.
Even now, two-hundred years later, he was faithful to the Saotome family. Akane's great-great-great grandchild, Kyoto, was now his 'master'. It wasn't the same as it used to be. The Dojo was still there, even the koi pond was kept clean and neat. But the feeling of the place was gone.
No 'Ucchan's Okonamiyaki', always busy, always inviting. No 'Cat-Cafe', the ramen shop where a good meal was always guaranteed. He even missed running around yelling 'Ranma! Prepare to die!'. He never thought that he'd miss that. Running. Running on human legs, that was another thing he longed for. Now, the only legs he could run with were that of a pig's. A baby, black pig's.
He remembered the way Akane's hair used to shine in the sunlight. The way her face lit up as she laughed. He remembered the burning passion in Ranma's eyes whenever the words 'martial arts' were said. The way his brow furrowed in concentration when training.
It just wasn't worth living anymore, there was nothing for him in this world. He was a coward, staying in his never-aging form. The pig form. Ranma could have stayed a girl for his life, always young, and beautiful, never dying. Shampoo could have stayed a cat, irresistable and kawaii. Mousse could have stayed the duck, and Genma the panda. But they all chose the path set for them, the path they were meant to take. The path of death. He was the lone cowardice among the brave.
P-Chan trotted towards the bath, which was conviently filled with hot water. It was as if it were fate, this was now to be. He stopped, and hesitated on the ledge of the ceramic tile bathtub wall. Was it worth it? Should he give up an eternal life?
Yes, he should. What was life, if you had to live it as a pig? Always a pet, never a person. Never meaning anything to anyone, only an object, a thing. No one was left.
Would Kyoto find the body of her beloved P-Chan? Or would it be his seventeen year old body? Or maybe that of a old and withered man? It did not matter, for he would finally be with his beloved Akane, in the clouds above.
There was a splash, then a scream as Kyoto found the body of the Eternal Lost Child. The body of Ryoga Hibiki.
"Come here P-Chan! Come to Kyoto!" a black-haired, young girl called. Her hair was in a pigtail, just as Ranma's used to be...
'P-Chan' trotted slowly towards Kyoto, mulling over his past, and the future.
Ranma and Akane had had children together, this was only as Ryoga had expected it to be, but nevertheless, he was heart-broken all the same. He remained in pig form during Ranma and Akane's whole life, never changing. Always brooding about how it could have been. He and Akane. Akane Hibiki.
He stayed near Akane's side, all through her life. He was there for every child born, for Ranma's death, for Akane's funeral.
Even now, two-hundred years later, he was faithful to the Saotome family. Akane's great-great-great grandchild, Kyoto, was now his 'master'. It wasn't the same as it used to be. The Dojo was still there, even the koi pond was kept clean and neat. But the feeling of the place was gone.
No 'Ucchan's Okonamiyaki', always busy, always inviting. No 'Cat-Cafe', the ramen shop where a good meal was always guaranteed. He even missed running around yelling 'Ranma! Prepare to die!'. He never thought that he'd miss that. Running. Running on human legs, that was another thing he longed for. Now, the only legs he could run with were that of a pig's. A baby, black pig's.
He remembered the way Akane's hair used to shine in the sunlight. The way her face lit up as she laughed. He remembered the burning passion in Ranma's eyes whenever the words 'martial arts' were said. The way his brow furrowed in concentration when training.
It just wasn't worth living anymore, there was nothing for him in this world. He was a coward, staying in his never-aging form. The pig form. Ranma could have stayed a girl for his life, always young, and beautiful, never dying. Shampoo could have stayed a cat, irresistable and kawaii. Mousse could have stayed the duck, and Genma the panda. But they all chose the path set for them, the path they were meant to take. The path of death. He was the lone cowardice among the brave.
P-Chan trotted towards the bath, which was conviently filled with hot water. It was as if it were fate, this was now to be. He stopped, and hesitated on the ledge of the ceramic tile bathtub wall. Was it worth it? Should he give up an eternal life?
Yes, he should. What was life, if you had to live it as a pig? Always a pet, never a person. Never meaning anything to anyone, only an object, a thing. No one was left.
Would Kyoto find the body of her beloved P-Chan? Or would it be his seventeen year old body? Or maybe that of a old and withered man? It did not matter, for he would finally be with his beloved Akane, in the clouds above.
There was a splash, then a scream as Kyoto found the body of the Eternal Lost Child. The body of Ryoga Hibiki.