The Torrid Shell of Darkness
prologue: the begining of the end
Ok disclaimer: I don't own ranma ½, and if you think I do then you need psychological help, and to give me your stuff. This will be dark, but probably lighten up further in. I plan to make it a crossover, but I haven't gotten far enough in. all people who believe in that true fiancé crap will not be happy here, but you will really like my next fanfic idea, "101 ways for akane to die."
The souls of the heavens began to mourn while the demons of the nether realm cried in joy as the heart of the most honorable and caring man shattered. What could the cause of this you ask? Well it could have been the overwhelming stress of the curse finally driving him mad, or the relentless bashing and glomping that he was continuously submitted to with no thought of his feelings finally causing him to go sane. While all of these are feasible explanations it is none of these scenarios, but in actuality it is the sight of his long time love, the one that he had killed for losing the innocence of his soul, lying in the arms of another man, an undeniable pig. The entire picture punctuated by Akane's simple moan of pleasure, "oh…oh…pchan…"he was only there to apologize for callin her a tomboy earlier .
The simple scene delivering a crushing blow to the mighty Saotome, but even under the weight of this realization he kept his sanity. "She…she…knew…" he managed to utter softly. All the fights and constant violence running through his head playing the most frightening horror movie to ever grace his psyche. He watched as she continuously defending Ryouga from blame, pointing her finger at him as the problem, contrary to the obvious.
Those were the thoughts that ran through his mind as he walked away from the door his raging against his finally tuned controls. His pace began to slowly increase as the violence escalated. The thoughts of the man amongst men reverting from those of a caring person, down to those of a troubled teen, whose only way of expressing his anger is to lash out. As the thought of mallets began to increase thoughts of his other fiancés began to creep in as his eyes were finally opened to the truth. He was alone utterly alone and used. All the times he had sacrificed were constantly demeaned by the people that he cared for; they thought nothing of his sacrifice only wanting more, only wishing to have their prize.
He collapsed in on himself after reaching the koi pond. "What do I have to go on for?" "They have all used me spit on me!" his thoughts becoming more and more desperate as he continuously regressed deeper and deeper into his psyche his well trained mind creating a type of meditative trance. The lines of control keeping his world from crumbling and releasing his chi were breaking swiftly with visual results as he slowly let out his aura, but instead of the customary blue that it had always been there was but green.
He continued to slip down deep into his mind, past even the nekkoken as he slowly submitted to the depression he did not even feel as his aura slipped more and grew now half a foot of sickly green aura covered the weeping martial artist. As he progressed deeper he lost the thoughts of his life, all the pain and strife disappearing as he began to reach a primal state; His aura now reaching two feet away from him and quickly increasing.
Suddenly cologne looked up a peculiar light in her eyes as she felt a shifting in auras. "What is this?" she thought desperately. "I know this…" her eyes widening as she remembered what this meant. "Oh son in-law I am so sorry," was the last thought as she quickly ran out the door hoping to soften the blow to what was left of ranma.
A/N a little short but hey it's two in the morning. There is much more that I have to add, but one of the most important writerly tools is to leave yourself something to add so you have a starting part next time. Plus the power of cliffhangers compel you to throw something at the screen. . Oh and keep an eye out for "101 ways to kill akane," coming soon to a store near you.