A Broken Casket
Prologue
"YOU HEAR ME, RYOGA? DO YOU HEAR ME? IF I EVER GET OUT OF
HERE, I'LL KILL YOU!!! I'LL MAKE YOU SUFFER!!" That was the last
phrase I ever said in front of anybody. Twelve years ago, the bastard
son of a bitch, Ryoga, chained me up and left me here to die. And I
thought he was my friend. I should've known. What a fool I was.
Ever since that fateful day, I was stuck on this god-forsaken
island, isolated from anyone or anything. Not even a mouse or an ant
here for me to talk to. I started speaking all my thoughts quite a
while ago, otherwise I might forget how to speak at all. Being on the
road with Oyaji was heaven compared to this torture. I'd rather be
subjected to the Neko-ken ten times over than stay one more minute here.
What I fool I was to want to be alone, back when I was in Nerima with
my various friends, fiancees and enemies. Well, I got my wish, didn't
I? I'm alone now, more alone than anybody's ever been.
But I endured it. I have no idea how I did it, but I did. I
haven't had a drop of water or a bite to eat, but yet I still lived.
Recently I've narrowed down the list of possibilities for my continued
existence, and I'm rather convinced that I'm an immortal. Maybe the
magic from Jusenkyo is keeping me this way. How ironic it would be, if
that were the case, that Ryoga left me here to die, only to find out
that he would die from old age, while I'm still in a sixteen-year-old's
body.
But he wouldn't have to worry about that if I can get out of
here. Dying from old age would not even be an option for him.
Roasting his human form alive on Ucchan's Okinomiyaki grill would be
just a warm-up. And that wouldn't be too far away now. As the years
passed by, I can feel my continued struggle taking its toll on the
chains. Another couple of years, and I can break the chains. The
brick wall would be easy after that. I've gotten stronger and faster
since my imprisonment.
Since I was chained up by that pig, I couldn't move and so I
couldn't practice the Art. Instead, I concentrated on building up my
ki and boosting my body with it. Since I did this everyday of my
waking hours in the last 12 yeras, I suspect that I'm lightyears ahead
of what I used to be. My techniques might be rusty by now, but the
sheer speed and power I've attained from these 12 long years would more
than make up for it. Oh, how nice it would feel to crush every bone in
his body with these hands! After I break his every bone, I'll put him
in here, to suffer like I did.
Sometimes I could see and hear my old friends, friends left
behind long ago, on that fateful training trip. I could hear Sakurako's
sweet laugh, and sometimes I could even see her beautiful smile. But
whenever I reached out and tried to touch her, she disappears. This
has happened more times than I can count, and it's happening more often
now. I fear that my sanity might be slipping away, however hard I tried
to keep it in control. I've began to realize that it might be a futile
attempt, but I can't give up now. I will stand this hell-on-earth, and
take my sweet revenge on that pig.
It's been another two years of my personal pit of hell, and I'm
beginning to lose control. Yes I am, losing my control. Now Sakurako
is almost constantly talking with me, but that uncute tomboy keeps
coming to chase her away. Damn her! Damn her and that pig, Ryoga!
Damn them! How dare they chase her away! Ryoga is going to pay for
this madness, for MY madness! He will pay, pay for his life, he will.
It's getting close now, I can feel it in my bones. Sure as the
ticking of a clock, sure as the breaking of a lock. A clock can break,
a lock can tick, and chains can be bent. Wait a minute, or is that the
other way around?
Finally! I see people! People have come to rescue me! My
chains won't break yet, but there are people! Damn! They disappeared
again! Come back! Come back and get me out of here! I want out! And
out I will be! Come back!
Come on Mousse! Come on, pig-boy! I've beat you with chains
on before, and I can do it again! I'll beat you and make you release me!
Come on! Kaschuu Tenshin Amguriken!! Damn, Mousse! When did your
stomach become so hard! Ouch, Ryoga! Your chest is like a brick
wall! Moko Takabisha! Ow!!! Get offa me, damn it! You're heavy as
hell! I told you to get offa me!
Damn it, Akane! I told you that I ain't gonna eat you stupid
cooking! Those things are completely tasteless and they're as hard as
a rock! Forget it, I'm outta here! Ouch! Why's there an invisible
wall here?
Sakurako! You're here again! Never leave me again! I love
you! NOOOOO!!!!!!! Why did you run away again! WHY!!!! SAKURAKO!!!
Author's Note:
----------
This is actually the sequel of a fic called "A Casket of Nanichuan".
It can be found on the RAAC.
Mail me with C&C at kwokinator@animefanfics.com
Fanfiction forum: http://forums.delphi.com/ranma_fanfics/start
Prologue
"YOU HEAR ME, RYOGA? DO YOU HEAR ME? IF I EVER GET OUT OF
HERE, I'LL KILL YOU!!! I'LL MAKE YOU SUFFER!!" That was the last
phrase I ever said in front of anybody. Twelve years ago, the bastard
son of a bitch, Ryoga, chained me up and left me here to die. And I
thought he was my friend. I should've known. What a fool I was.
Ever since that fateful day, I was stuck on this god-forsaken
island, isolated from anyone or anything. Not even a mouse or an ant
here for me to talk to. I started speaking all my thoughts quite a
while ago, otherwise I might forget how to speak at all. Being on the
road with Oyaji was heaven compared to this torture. I'd rather be
subjected to the Neko-ken ten times over than stay one more minute here.
What I fool I was to want to be alone, back when I was in Nerima with
my various friends, fiancees and enemies. Well, I got my wish, didn't
I? I'm alone now, more alone than anybody's ever been.
But I endured it. I have no idea how I did it, but I did. I
haven't had a drop of water or a bite to eat, but yet I still lived.
Recently I've narrowed down the list of possibilities for my continued
existence, and I'm rather convinced that I'm an immortal. Maybe the
magic from Jusenkyo is keeping me this way. How ironic it would be, if
that were the case, that Ryoga left me here to die, only to find out
that he would die from old age, while I'm still in a sixteen-year-old's
body.
But he wouldn't have to worry about that if I can get out of
here. Dying from old age would not even be an option for him.
Roasting his human form alive on Ucchan's Okinomiyaki grill would be
just a warm-up. And that wouldn't be too far away now. As the years
passed by, I can feel my continued struggle taking its toll on the
chains. Another couple of years, and I can break the chains. The
brick wall would be easy after that. I've gotten stronger and faster
since my imprisonment.
Since I was chained up by that pig, I couldn't move and so I
couldn't practice the Art. Instead, I concentrated on building up my
ki and boosting my body with it. Since I did this everyday of my
waking hours in the last 12 yeras, I suspect that I'm lightyears ahead
of what I used to be. My techniques might be rusty by now, but the
sheer speed and power I've attained from these 12 long years would more
than make up for it. Oh, how nice it would feel to crush every bone in
his body with these hands! After I break his every bone, I'll put him
in here, to suffer like I did.
Sometimes I could see and hear my old friends, friends left
behind long ago, on that fateful training trip. I could hear Sakurako's
sweet laugh, and sometimes I could even see her beautiful smile. But
whenever I reached out and tried to touch her, she disappears. This
has happened more times than I can count, and it's happening more often
now. I fear that my sanity might be slipping away, however hard I tried
to keep it in control. I've began to realize that it might be a futile
attempt, but I can't give up now. I will stand this hell-on-earth, and
take my sweet revenge on that pig.
It's been another two years of my personal pit of hell, and I'm
beginning to lose control. Yes I am, losing my control. Now Sakurako
is almost constantly talking with me, but that uncute tomboy keeps
coming to chase her away. Damn her! Damn her and that pig, Ryoga!
Damn them! How dare they chase her away! Ryoga is going to pay for
this madness, for MY madness! He will pay, pay for his life, he will.
It's getting close now, I can feel it in my bones. Sure as the
ticking of a clock, sure as the breaking of a lock. A clock can break,
a lock can tick, and chains can be bent. Wait a minute, or is that the
other way around?
Finally! I see people! People have come to rescue me! My
chains won't break yet, but there are people! Damn! They disappeared
again! Come back! Come back and get me out of here! I want out! And
out I will be! Come back!
Come on Mousse! Come on, pig-boy! I've beat you with chains
on before, and I can do it again! I'll beat you and make you release me!
Come on! Kaschuu Tenshin Amguriken!! Damn, Mousse! When did your
stomach become so hard! Ouch, Ryoga! Your chest is like a brick
wall! Moko Takabisha! Ow!!! Get offa me, damn it! You're heavy as
hell! I told you to get offa me!
Damn it, Akane! I told you that I ain't gonna eat you stupid
cooking! Those things are completely tasteless and they're as hard as
a rock! Forget it, I'm outta here! Ouch! Why's there an invisible
wall here?
Sakurako! You're here again! Never leave me again! I love
you! NOOOOO!!!!!!! Why did you run away again! WHY!!!! SAKURAKO!!!
Author's Note:
----------
This is actually the sequel of a fic called "A Casket of Nanichuan".
It can be found on the RAAC.
Mail me with C&C at kwokinator@animefanfics.com
Fanfiction forum: http://forums.delphi.com/ranma_fanfics/start