Disclaimer: Ranma 1/2 does not belong to me. It´s Takahashi-sama´s

Warning: This will be yaoi fic, thus has rather explicit content and situations, strong language and male/male interaction. Also, this is a rather angsty fic, so don't expect the usual comedy from the canon.
If you feel offended, you can always hit the "back" button.

Close to his thirties, Ranma Saotome dives into the past to revisit his life and seek what he had lost.

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OBS.: Fic formerly named as Brand – The Ranma Saotome's Memorial, deleted from my profile in FFnet to be revised and revisited, as the way it was before I got stuck and, frankly, reached a point I didn't know where to go. Many things have changed, however – but I hope whoever read this may have a good time.

This fic got a sister-fic which is supposed to be read together, named Where I end and you begin (The Day Tripper). It is a prequel and a sidestory to this one.

The title comes from "Where I end and you begin" from Radiohead; as the excerpts quoted on the prologue.

Then, on with the show.

Where I end and you begin

(The Midnight Cowboy)

Prologue

"I can watch but not take part
Where I end and where you start"
Radiohead - Where I end and you begin

Late at night, the glinting sound of the key unlocking the door was the only sound in the empty hall in the rather small, but fancy condo she called home. Once inside, she took off his shoes and tossed her things on a corner, heading to the kitchen to fix something to eat.

As much as her housemaid was a good cook, she preferred to do it by herself: she had a rather restrictive diet and no one better than her to know what she could or couldn't eat to prevent gaining unnecessary weight in fat. Not that she wasn't vain about her body, though. She was, and she knew precisely how beautiful said body was; but most of her efforts to keep it were a professional requirement, since being lean, slender and muscled were much better for business.

She ate in silence at the kitchen, not bothering to set a table in the dining room for that. Then she headed to her room to take a bath and clean up from the sweat of one more day of hard training. Inside the small tub, she turned the hot water, which immediately made its trick – the firm and well-built female form turned into the male finely muscled body of the high-end fighter he had become. He was very used to it by now, actually; and paid it no mind.

He had far more things in his head to think about.

It was a quick bath, though. He dressed to his boxers only, and sprawled himself on his futon to watch some TV. Which quickly bored him, too; as he turned out the TV sighed heavily. The silence and calm of his place was a soothing balm from time to time, but not today. Today, that calm was hauntingly hollow, and quickly filled by thoughts about… Everything. He laid his head on the pillows, letting out heavy sighs in a try to lighten the weight on his chest. Trying to sleep would do no good, either.

He rolled to his stomach, turning up a lamp just beside him and pulling a sketchbook and a pencil. No one would say he'd be someone to write down stuff on a notebook, but the few times he tried, emptying his thoughts on that sheets of paper helped him to ease his mind and the sensation something was missing inside of him. And help him deal with his share on how and why he felt like this.

That would be hard as hell. He, the one who always wins, had his share of failure; and God knew how much he missed what he had lost.

The pencil started to scribble the paper, as the words poured from his head.

It would be a long night, anyway.

"…And there will be no more lies."

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Yeah, you got it right – I am revising and reediting Brand into this fic. And I WILL finish this, be you all sure of it! Also, there will be a sister-fic which portraits the… other main character of this story. That one will be quite different from this fic, but they kind of complete themselves, in a way.

Then again, to the footnotes.

- I know Ranma is normally portrayed as a not very bright guy, but you got to remember that now everybody is supposed to be older. So, it´s natural that Ranma's more confortable to talk about feelings and stuff.

- Also, I also know Ranma is, until further irrevocable proof, straight on canon. But it's my fic, it's my world, I will put things this way and period. But I will get to explain how in hell it happened, and the unfolding of this.

Then again, pardon the typing and grammar mistakes, English may not be my mother tongue, but I´ll do my best to keep them from happening.

Stay tuned!

Human Being, 01/19/2014