Warning: This story is a crossover between Ranma ½ and The Crow, as such this is a by its nature a Dark-fic. However, before I get flamed for what I must do to Ranma and Akane in order to make this story work, keep in mind: The Crow is a story of Pain, it is a story of Suffering, it is a story of Vengeance, it is a story of Anger, it is a story of Violence, and it is a story of Death. More than these; however, the Crow is a story of Love; Love that would cross the boundaries of Time and Death. In all of the scope of modern literature, I have yet to read a love story as thrilling and deep as that of Ranma and Akane's. There love is as great and deep as anything one could imagine. That is one of the reasons that the series struck such a cord with its audience. Because of this love, one would be hard pressed to convince me that if something unthinkable did happen to the couple, that Ranma wouldn't find a way to come back to extract a bit of pain and suffering on those responsible for said act. For those of you able to accept this story as such, I hope that you enjoy. For those who do not, my condolences, the characters keep whispering to me the details of the story in the back of my mind, and I would have dearly liked to have shared with you the wild ride that they promise that this will be. – Tracy.
The Crow: Angels of Chaos – Prologue
People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes the crow could bring that soul back to put the wrong things right. – "The Crow"
"This is a story about love, sadness and pain… Oh God the Pain." –J. O'Barr, The Crow.
"Love, love, love,love
Me and my friend were walking,in the cold light of morning
Tears may blind the eyes,but the soul is not deceived
In this world,even Winter,ain't what it seems
Here come the blue skies,here come the springtime
When the rivers' run high and the tears run dry
When everything that dies
Shall rise
Love love love ,is stronger than death
In our lives we hunger,for those we cannot touch
all the thoughts un-unuttered,and the feelings un-expressed
Play upon our hearts like the mist upon our breath
But awoke, by greif,our,spirits speak
How could you believe,that the life within the seed
That grew arms that reached
And a heart, that beats,and lips that smile and eyes that cry
Could ever die?
Here come the blue skies,here come the springtime
When the rivers' run high and the tears run dry
When everything that dies
Shall rise
Love love love ,is stronger than death"
-"Love is Stronger Than Death", The The
"Do not rejoice over any one's death;
remember that we all must die."
- Wisdom of Jesus Son of Sirach 8:7