- Disclaimer -
I do not own Ranma 1/2, for I am not Takahashi-sama.
Although the made-ups belong to me and the glory of the Punnet Square!
This is likely going to be the only story I'm going to write with made-ups, which I despise, but I had this idea a long time ago so I'm giving it a try. Flames are accepted, and please email me about what you want to see, couples, ect.
Thank you, enjoy the story, and review!
- Prologue -
Abandoned
"Ranma! No! Don't go! Please!"
Akane clutched his leg as he struggled to step out of the door.
"Akane, it's for the best! I need to leave!"
She sobbed, her tears staining his black silk pants.
"Ranma, what about her? What will it be like for her to grow up without a mother? She'll end up just like you! Just think..."
Ranma paused and looked tenderly at his daughter, who yawned and looked at him sleepily with her soulful brown eyes; the eyes of her mother. He smiled gently and kneeled down to Akane's side.
"Stop crying; it makes you look dumb," he said, stroking her hair with his free hand. "We'll come back, someday. I promise,"
She looked up at him and wiped her eyes, smiling gently.
"I'll kill you if you don't," she said toyingly. "But seppuku will not be an option for either of us,"
Ranma breathed a false sigh of relief and they chuckled together.
"Take care of her," said Akane, kissing their child gently on the forehead. She giggled and pulled on her mother's hair in return.
"I will, macho-chick," said Ranma.
"Perv," Akane shot back, exchanging their nicknames. "The sun is almost up; leave now, and I'll spare you having to tell everyone,"
"Thanks," said Ranma, and with one last smile, he walked off into the rising sun, never to be seen again.
Akane tilted her head softly as he disappeared down the street, and a tear fell to the floor. She wiped it away and smiled, heading into the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea and wait for the rest of the family to awaken.
Although the made-ups belong to me and the glory of the Punnet Square!
This is likely going to be the only story I'm going to write with made-ups, which I despise, but I had this idea a long time ago so I'm giving it a try. Flames are accepted, and please email me about what you want to see, couples, ect.
Thank you, enjoy the story, and review!
- Prologue -
Abandoned
"Ranma! No! Don't go! Please!"
Akane clutched his leg as he struggled to step out of the door.
"Akane, it's for the best! I need to leave!"
She sobbed, her tears staining his black silk pants.
"Ranma, what about her? What will it be like for her to grow up without a mother? She'll end up just like you! Just think..."
Ranma paused and looked tenderly at his daughter, who yawned and looked at him sleepily with her soulful brown eyes; the eyes of her mother. He smiled gently and kneeled down to Akane's side.
"Stop crying; it makes you look dumb," he said, stroking her hair with his free hand. "We'll come back, someday. I promise,"
She looked up at him and wiped her eyes, smiling gently.
"I'll kill you if you don't," she said toyingly. "But seppuku will not be an option for either of us,"
Ranma breathed a false sigh of relief and they chuckled together.
"Take care of her," said Akane, kissing their child gently on the forehead. She giggled and pulled on her mother's hair in return.
"I will, macho-chick," said Ranma.
"Perv," Akane shot back, exchanging their nicknames. "The sun is almost up; leave now, and I'll spare you having to tell everyone,"
"Thanks," said Ranma, and with one last smile, he walked off into the rising sun, never to be seen again.
Akane tilted her head softly as he disappeared down the street, and a tear fell to the floor. She wiped it away and smiled, heading into the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea and wait for the rest of the family to awaken.