It Might Have Been
Disclaimer: I don't own Ranma 1/2. I'm 14 years old, and if I did anything wrong, please explain it to me.
This was inspired by a review.
Do they see the real me, hidden deep inside forgotten depths of my lonely soul, or do they see the character I pretend to be, a martial artist? It is a martial artist, some would see, but a prize to be won over, to be claimed. If I lose a battle, would they forget my existence in the world? I can pretend until I'm gray and old, and they'll never see behind the mask I don myself in, for I learned from my father, to never give complete trust in one man, woman or child, for they will betray you, and it is only a matter of time.
Betrayal. That word echoes through my mind, it led me to the game of secrets, to hide my personality, to hide my knowledge, to appear as the opposite of what I am. Strength alone will get you know where, yet every step I take, and every whisper I make is seen and heard by those who know not of me. Loneliness, Ryouga, loneliness, you, I consider lucky, for you have not yet seen the true depths it can take you, but unlike you, I hide it every day with every breath.
Sometimes I wonder, under the light of moon and stars, how I wished my life to be as, but it is not. I alone can not deter the path my father has chosen for me to take, but if they will, I can finally leave unto my own, yet they will me to be theirs. Are I but property in their eyes, can I not become anything more than a martial artist can? If I had not that father, could I have become a scholar, perhaps a businessman, but was it ever my choice to begin with? It pains me to see that this is what I become, and I wonder what would happen if I had made certain different choices.
Looking into the midnight sky, I reflect upon my life, and myself, which I hidden inside the darkest depths of me. Every star in the sky, represents all the possibilities that I could have ended up as, those are the billions of possibilities that my position would be different, and alike to mine.
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Shuffling of feet were heard on the rooftops, where Ranma laid on his back, looking at the stars and writing in a notebook. Akane climbs up the ladder, calling to Ranma, saying how everyone's worried, and how it's his fault that everyone is awake at this godly hour looking for him. Her words do not reach his mind, for so deep in thought, he is himself, in those few minutes he is alone, but from Akane's view, it appears as if he were ignoring her.
Anger flaring, a giant mallet appeared in her hands. "Ranma no Baka!" Ranma was launched into the sky.
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Before those words registered in my mind, I was hit with her mallet. Instinctively, I reply with the common retort, "Kawiikunee." Except for the fact I did not think of those words, but that lonely sentence I have repeated in mind for years over years. It might have been.