Disclaimer: Anything and everything you can recognize is not mine. All I really own is a crappy computer and stereo system, so suing is not recommended. And I could use a beta please. Oh, and a cheering section. P.S. the really good flames will be used for my own sadistic entertainment purposes only.
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
my love is vengeance
that's never free
Discover... L-I-M-P
I... No one knows what it's like
To be mistreated
To be defeated
Behind blue eyes
And no one knows how to say that they're sorry
And don't worry
I'm not telling lies
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
-Limp Bizkit
Dream-
"Darkness beyond twilight,
Crimson beyond blood that flows,
Buried in the stream of time,
That's where your power grows,
I pledge myself to conquer,
All the fools that stand…
….against the mighty gift bestowed in my unworthy hand,
Let the fools that stand before me be destroyed by the power you and I posses,"
The energy cackles up and down my arms. Sparking and flashing in a beautiful dance, twisting and twirling. Magic courses through my blood, my body pulses with it. It's intoxicating, all this power at the tip of my fingers. Nothing like the Giga Slave, but powerful none the less. Winds whip and tear at my clothes and hair. And yet, at the same time, a silence fills the void where I am.
It looks like infinity, not that I have ever seen it but that is the feeling present. I think back on my life, the powerful memories booming across the land, tearing at the serenity of the emptiness. As I watch my life I grow angry. Angry at being used. But it does not last long as sadness flutters in. I am alone. Resentment colors the void, everything I don't know or understand reflected in my mood. I know there is more to my life, and it frustrates me to no end that I don't know what.
It might be surprising that I, the dumb jock, can have any idea about any subject as intricate as arcane magic. The truth is while Gemna was on several of those infamous drinking binges I had noting to do at the monasteries. They, the monks, made sure that I was educated because they could see where my father would lead me. Sadly they could not secrete me away, father always knew and was more powerful than they were. Besides magic is far more like the art than he would admit, Kami knows I soaked it all up like a sponge.
A mirror appears before me, in it I see myself. Not as others see me, a cocky young martial artist, but as a warrior. I have killed. I'm not quite sure how to describe it, beautiful and deadly. Heh, me the man among men saying beautiful. But that is what I see; my face holds a feminine structure, high cheekbones and delicately curving features, striking blue eyes without pupils, elegant eyelashes, long ebony hair flowing from a pigtail down to my knees, pointed ears, athletic build, and big wings the color of darkness with a splatter of blood red flecks. They did not look like wings, I am not sure how to describe it but I know that with them I can truly fly. The wings were not made of feathers, but had a more cloth like quality. Whipped around in the wind and full of holes, perhaps a reflection of my soul. As I look at them they seem to fade a bit before disappearing entirely.
A warrior.
A healer.
An angel.
A demon.
A savior.
A monster.
A beautiful fallen god as a testament to a world of light, dark, and all the shades of gray in between. Here I see salvation and condemnation. I look down, now I appear to myself as I do in the mirror, I look at my clawed hands. The power to give life, or take it. Even the gods were not safe, as with Saffron. I stopped him, forever. He will never rise from his ashes again, I killed him. As a phoenix, he was the master of rebirth. The worst I think is the lack of guilt, of remorse, and no satisfaction that I had won. Does that make me heartless?
I can't be heartless; I'm in too much pain. I ache for understanding, for companionship. But all I have gotten from this life was lies and torture. Gemna would freak if he found out I can control the Neko-ken. But I'm still weak; the battle with Saffron took too much out of me. I switch my thoughts to the others; my mother, Akane, Nabiki, Soun, Cul Lon, Xian Pu, Ryoga, Ukyo, Mu Tzu, and the old shriveled freak. My anger returns, but underneath lays resignation. I will leave, no confrontations or anything of the like, I'm just gone. They will harm me no more. I won't let them. I can't. Not anymore.
I look back at the mirror. In it I see a boy, he looked young. He has green eyes and black hair. I can see the deadened look in his eyes, as a fat man hits him. He won't fight back, for a moment I can feel his pain. Not physical, more emotional, or maybe a mixture of the two. He lost someone, but I lost myself. Maybe he can accept me, we might be friends. And friends don't let friends get hurt. But I can't get to the other side of the mirror. I feel like fate is taunting me, it makes me angry, and I throw the energy I held at the mirror.
"DRAGON SLAVE"
As the fat man throws the boy in a cupboard a bright flash fill my world. I had to look away as the rumbling of thunder jars my bones and lightening sears the sky. When it dies down I look back, the surface of the mirror looks like liquid. I reach out and it ripples at my touch. On the other side I see the people are gone and the lights are off. There is the cupboard, I can heal the boy and maybe he will come with me away, to the stars. Anything is better than this.
My mind goes back to my life, my old life. They would be surprised to find that The Ranma Satome ran away. But that doesn't matter; he was a mask, nothing more. I don't think I was ever Ranma anyway. I have no name; maybe my friend will give me one. I can't help but think he will reject me, but I must have hope, it's all I have left. I pull my arms close to my chest for the mediocre of comfort that provides, and I step through the mirror.
End dream-
I am awake. I know this but it doesn't fit. I still am the figure of darkness, a fallen angel of war. The boy. My dreams brought me, what good luck, notice the heavy sarcasm present. Or bad when you think about it. I walk to the cupboard and use a small amount of ki to melt the lock off. Opening the door slowly I let a little ball of ki grow so I can see. He is awake and looking at me. I don't think he can do anything though, too much blood. I reach out to him, but do not touch. I must wait, I don't mean any harm.
Slowly he takes my hand with pain filled movements, I let my energy flow through him. Cuts seal up, bruises disappear, and his breathing regulates. The effort takes a lot out of me; I am tired, as it takes far more to create than to destroy. He notices, and steadies me. This is good, he is not afraid. I ask him his name, he looks surprised as if he expected me to know. "Harry." He gave me a small smile, and my heart soars, hope. It is a powerful thing. It can rend the mightiest of kingdoms to pieces or heal a broken heart in a single instant. Harry asks me who I am and why I was there. I tell him that I am lost, and that I saw a boy.
He accepts this and I ask him to come with me. I don't know where but I will go anywhere with him, even if he stays. We have a mutual understanding that we are now friends. Just the word elates me, there are so few truths like this in my life. We go out the kitchen door of the house, the moon light our path as I have long since extinguished my ball of light. There is a shed, and it appears that he wants something in it, but there is a lock. I melt this lock as well.
Harry studied me for a moment before opening the door and going in. I wait patiently outside. He comes out with a trunk, it looks heavy so I pick up the other side. Together we shoulder the burden out of the yard and down the street. After a while the houses get farther apart, there is a forest up ahead. It is a good choice. We go in and travel for several hours. My exhaustion catches up with me and we move slower. He is patient with me even with his anxiousness to escape.
No one has ever done that for me before. In 'that place,' I shudder, it was keep ahead of the game or die. Even my mother gave me any slack. Although I think it was more because she was entirely skewed in head than any actual cruelty. After all she did marry Gemna and continues on and on about honor when it is perfectly clear to anyone with an IQ over 40 that the Family name no longer has any. Funnily enough I doubt a single person in Nerima with the exception of Kasumi and Doc. Tofu has an inkling of an idea about what honor truly is.
The sky begins to lighten, twilight is my favorite time of day, and you can still see all the stars. We stop to watch the sky between the tall trees for a minute. Then I begin a campfire as Harry collects wood. When I start it with my ki I am at the end of my endurance and I fall. He catches me, looking a little worried. I close my eyes and my last thought is thankfulness that something warm has covered me. Oblivion is nice. Mayhap I will not dream tonight, I can only pray for such a mercy. And I hope I don't change genders while I sleep, that might be a bit hard to explain.
-End-