I didn't create Ranma 1/2 or its characters and make no profit writing these stories.
Afternoon everyone this is just a little story I had kicking around in my wee hungover brain. Hope you like it.
Nabiki watched the proud arrogant young man stroll through the school yard as if he owned it, with his usual smirk on his face and wondered what had happened to them. He seemed so untouchable now where he was locked into his own world of delusions of grandeur where he was a sex god no woman could resist and only condescended to mingle with the great unwashed masses when forced to.
Nabiki remembered Tatewaki first as a little bald young boy in kindergarten, dragging him forward to meet her mother on her first day of school, to introduce her to her new friend and telling her, she was going to marry him someday.
Nabiki could never understand why his own mother was always late; if she were there to pick him up at all and presently, her own mother was bringing him home with them, until either his father or his servant picked him up. Nabiki enjoyed having an adopted brother and it wasn't long before her mother had him helping out with the light household chores, like setting the table and folding laundry.
Practically growing up beside him, he had been her first friend. Then her first crush and then her first kiss; of course she had blackmailed him out of telling anyone that. She even remembered playing doctor with him; this memory always caused her to blush. Then one day he seemed to ignore her in favour of Akane, when he noticed what a young beauty she was becoming and had been chasing her ever since.
Now at best, Nabiki and he were casual acquaintances where he got into a fight almost daily over her sister and was sent flying. Those times spent at the nurse's office were the only real contact she had with him besides in class or when she sold him photographs.
She still couldn't get over the transformation from the bright, sensitive, caring young boy he had been to the almost-cold ridiculous buffoon he had become and mourned the loss of her friend, the boy who once gave her her first red rose in his father's garden and said he would always love her.
THE END