A. N.: I was listening to RBD while writing this -- which is how I came about the title -- and I decided to post it. I don't know if I'll continue it though, depends on reviews. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it with a smile. :D
Tenerte y Quererte
"I hate to say this Ranma, but you've got to forget about her. She's dead and she's never coming back." Ryoga whispered sadly. His best friend was in desperate need of help, and at the moment he seemed to be the only one who could help.
Ranma shook his head and clenched his fists with shear anger. "I can't! I just can't!" He yelled. "You don't understand – she meant everything to me!"
Ryoga sighed and looked away. He didn't know what else to do, he had tried everything to help out his best friend but nothing seemed to be working. Ranma just wouldn't hear of the possibility of trying to forget her . . . And unfortunately, he had one card left to play that he had dearly wished he wouldn't have to use.
'But desperate times call for desperate measures . . .'
"Ranma . . . Akane would've wanted you to move on with your life and be happy." Ryoga began softly, his voice smooth and certain. "And you know it. She wouldn't want you to be . . . like this."
"I don't care." Ranma finally said after a moment's silence. "This is how I deal with pain, alright. Now get the hell out of here – I got work to do."
This wasn't how he had wanted his weekly meetings with Ranma to go, but this was how they always went. It was somewhat of a routine nowadays. He'd come, they'd talk for a bit before finally getting to the point, and then Ranma would throw him out as he vented some of his misdirected anger. Then he'd be alright for the following week – until their next meeting that is. But Ryoga was steadily growing tired of this. He had a life of his own, too. "Alright Ranma, but this is the last time. I'm serious. I can't take this anymore –"
"I never asked you to."
Ryoga blinked and chuckled a bit to himself before opening the door to leave. "I hope you can one day forget her, Ranma. That's all I can do for you."
Ranma turned and cast Ryoga the coldest glare he had ever given to anyone in his entire life. "I'll never forget Akane, and you can quote me on that."
Ranma sighed and plopped himself down on his uncomfortable couch. Grunting, he slightly moved to lie on his back. Every time he lay on his couch he always wished he could buy a better one, but unfortunately he was permanently broke. He worked just enough for the barest of necessities. Since Akane's death he didn't really see the point in having nice things anymore. Who was he going to enjoy them with? Another woman? No, there was only ever Akane, and there would only ever be Akane. Sadly, even if he tried no other woman would be able to compare to Akane.
Adjusting himself on the awkward couch he heaved another, much longer, sigh. "Akane . . ."
"Oh, Ranma . . ."
At the sound of the familiar voice Ranma immediately froze. It couldn't be who he thought it was – it just couldn't. It was probably just his sleep-deprived mind playing games with him once again. His mind did tend to that every now then . . .
"Do you really miss me that much?"
Hearing the voice once again Ranma slowly sat up and looked around his dismal apartment. It wasn't well-lighted so he had to squint a bit, but as he did he spotted a transparent figure floating next to his TV set – which he rarely ever used.
He blinked and gulped loudly. From afar it looked just like . . . "Akane?"
The figure stopped floating and glided towards a stray ray of light from the moonlight outside that had somehow managed to pierce through his dirt and grime filled window. When it came to a full stop, he stiffened at the sight. There, in all her glory and just as he remembered her the day she had died . . . Floated Akane.
"Can you see and hear me, Ranma?"
Ranma blinked one more time before he was able to command his head to nod in response.
The transparent figure of Akane placed her hands on her hips and seemed to narrow her eyes at him. "Well, it's about time! I've been floating around your apartment for weeks, you jerk!"
"A-Akane . . ." Ranma stuttered out as he slowly stood up to move towards Akane, but before he could reach out to touch her he fell to his knees and began to quietly weep. "Akane, it's you! It's really you this time!" He screamed out like he was trying to convince himself that it wasn't another of his hallucinations.
Akane frowned and floated to squat next to him – a delighted smile crossing her lips as he raised his head to stare at her. "Yes, it's really me this time, Ranma." Upon seeing his still disbelieving face her smile brightened some more and her eyes slowly grew soft. "I missed you."
His body slackened and he sighed, but this time it was a sigh of relief. "Akane . . ."
Akane nodded and giggled girlishly. "Tadaima."
A. N.: Well, I hope you like it and don't forget to review!