Be my beloved enemy
Pilot
The sky was pitch-black, the rain fell upon both warriors soaking them to the bone, mixing water and blood. Their stances were tough, their eyes full of hatred and their minds revolved around one thing: Power.
The night was unbearably cold, matching their murky past. They had been companions but power had corrupted them. There was not enough for two. Only one could survive. Honour was everything and it was all they wanted.
Suddenly, the hours of darkness seemed to stretch as they conjured their last attack. The darkened-sky was soon filled with light… a red blast, a blue blast. And then… A scream.
A sound that echoed through their heads, piercing their ears, burning their insides. One more victim. Kimiko. Their arms fell upon their sides. He ran up to her. Her skin was white as paper, her eyes cold and her breathing long ago gone. She was bathed in red. Her blood. She was nothing, but a dead corpse.
He was not going to shed a tear. Warriors didn't cry.
"Tendo, this is not over but honour demands me to leave you to prepare her funeral." He addressed him with such a raw voice that it cut his nostrils when the words left his mouth.
"Time is a bitch but war isn't over yet" he bellowed and went back to take his wife's dead body in his arms. And ran. He ran for all he had. He was not going to lose her. His child.
A big lightning crossed the sky and then a thunder… Nightmares were nothing compared to life.
She kissed goodnight to her baby and tucked him inside his crib while humming softly a lullaby. Her face was streak with unshed tears and her watery eyes threaten to spill some more as she ran. She ran for all she had. She was not going to lose him. Her child.
Only a few days had passed since Kimiko had passed away. She kneeled in front of the engraved tombstone. She was going to finish what she had begun. They were going to save them. Their future.
"Dead is nothing but a way. Your dead, my dead. Let them find a different way. Let them find love" And she brought the knife near her heart and pressed. She had just stabbed herself. Blood ran freely and her mind blurred, clouded, all was black.
"Love" she whispered as her life was finally sucked to the other world and she laid there still. Blood dripping through her lips. She had done it. They were going to be safe. Time was a bitch but Nodoka had just played with destiny.
Let's fate work its magic
a.n: this may be sth different… this will surely be a ranma and akane fic, but I just wanted to try sth more dark. Let's see how it works. This is just the introduction. Just let me know what you think. Ranma and Akane are to be enemies… But there's a thin line between love and hate. Don't u think?