It was a windy, but not quite stormy, night. Genma would be taking Ranma on his fateful training trip that night. He had prepared his backpack the previous night, and hidden it where his wife would never find it. He had got up silently when she was fast asleep. He had managed to lead a sleepy Ranma almost out the door when he got caught.

"Huh?" murmured Nodoka, her hair in a tangled bushy mess about her head. As she saw the two of them carrying hiking backpacks, sneaking out the door, she immediately became alert. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Nodoka? I'm taking Ranma," declared Genma, pushing the aforementioned woman away with one hand as he led the frightened boy along with the other.

"No! You can't take Ranma!" screamed Nodoka, flailing at him.

"Yes, I can. Look, I'm -" interjected Genma, just as Nodoka tackled him. Despite Genma being a martial artist, his code of conduct forbade him from hitting his wife. Thus, Nodoka subdued him easily and tied him to a chair with some uncomfortably rough rope.

"We'll talk about this in the morning," Nodoka told him, turning to go back into her bedroom. "You'll stay there until -"

Genma's eyes widened in horror. Time slowed to a crawl. His vision narrowed until all he could see was the baby rattle on the floor where Nodoka's foot was about to descend.

"-woooaARGH!"

Genma would always remember this as the last thing she ever said.

Nodoka tripped and fell, still in slow motion. The back of her head met the seat of the very chair Genma was tied to with a heavy crack, and her body spasmed just once before falling still. Her empty eyes gazed up at him, her face stuck forever in a grimace of surprise. Little Ranma stared in horror.

"NOOOOOOOO!" screamed Genma, as a pool of blood started to form. He struggled against the ropes, but to no avail. "Boy! Call an ambulance!"

Even as Ranma scrambled over and started dialing the telephone, he knew it would be too late.


Ranma 0.5: Everybody Dies

By Authority02


Genma requested special dispensation to see his wife being cremated. As he stood on the service balcony, the roaring blaze far below him, he shouted, "I'll quit drinking, like you always wanted me to!"

The flames roared on, unchanging, merciless.

"I'll lose weight!"

Genma stared into the crematorium fire, until his eyes burned and tears involuntarily crept down his cheeks.

"I'll bring Ranma up to be a real man!" he shouted with great fervour, "Just like you said you wanted last Friday!"

"Excuse me, sir," said an employee, entering the balcony, "We're sorry you missed her cremation, but here are your wife's ashes."

Genma turned and took the vase from him. He held the vase in front of him at arm's length.

"I swear this on my honour!" he shouted to the vase, and left.

The next day, the employee suffered an accident, and died.