Ranma 1/2 : A Mothers Resolve
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Chapter 1 : The Watchers Sorrow
She couldn't help but feel frustrated at her family, no matter how much she loved them. The had gone into a downward spiral that would cause them more pain in the end then when she left them more than a decade past. Granted, her body expiring didn't help, but still. She looked upon her family again, and gauged the degree of intervention she would need to invoke before her return, and couldn't help but roll her etherial eyes.
Her husband became a useless mess with her passing, crying rivers at even the slightest worry or sorrow. She understood the root of the problem and sighed. This was not something that she could solve with intervention alone, she needed to return to help him, and that was something that would have to wait. His spiral would be the easiest to fix, and wasn't going to get worse anytime soon.
Her eldest child had taken on the maternal role of the home, a role she did not need to fulfill any longer, nor should she have had to take up. Her spiral was rooted, however, in a certian tea she drank separate from the rest of the household, as was resulted in her state of mind being so obscure. Her spiral, she noted, would be the easiest to overcome.
Her middle child was going to be a problem. Her lack of dicipline and understanding of the basic concepts of right and wrong would take a fair bit of work, both before and after her return. The poor child had traided coin for conscious, and had even harmed her own family with her lack of morals. Worst of all, she 'had' to trade these thing in order for her family to survive, much due to her husbands collapse into worthlessness. She silently wished she could have had a stiff drink at that very moment.
Her youngest, the worst of the downward spirals in her family. She had forgotten much of herself, due to a mothers loss, a family's decay, and a moron of kendoist and his followers of hormone fueled idiots. If it were not for her middle child she would have no hesitance in 'punishing' him in a very painful and potentially final manner. Then there was also a matter of the 'pet' she kept, and the contemplation of pork chops and bacon for her first morning breakfast. And then she looked upon the final piece of the puzzle, and cast a sad look upon the poor boy that her past actions condemned.
He was an arrogant jerk to be kind, but that was exclusively due to to the upbringing of this 'father' and the lask of his mother in his life. Both parents has taken leave of her home the night prior, with the former looking very nervous after the latter's 'persuasion'. She always did like that woman, but also found some respect in her choice of husband, after all, he did find a way to get rid of a certian freak for twenty years.
She shook her head, and focused again. Her own actions had repercussions that could never completely be undone, and that only compiled with the events of his 'life' and the challenges he faced. Even the events of a month past had done nothing to reduce the flood of adversities he faced. She looked at her youngest again, and knew that the poor girl was soon going to have to share in the boys suffering a little closer before they found peace at last.
This was not something that she would take lightly, nor would she ignore. She was a loyal wife, a mother, and she woud be once again. She needed to help her family, even if that meant hurting them. She could not help but chuckle as she wispered a taunt the boy observed often used.
"Kimiko Tendo does not lose."
