EPILOGUE
Ranma shuddered, and crawled painfully towards where Akane had been. He was red from burns all over, and blisters were forming in patches across his skin, but he still moved painfully forward. Akane had been much closer to the blast than him.
He'd never expected Saffron to explode like that when he died. He'd never…
Ranma choked out a sob and closed his eyes, squeezing out a tear. But he kept on crawling. Perhaps he was wrong. Akane had survived amazing odds before.
He kept crawling and crawling, inch by painful inch, till his hand ran into something. He cracked an eye, and looked at the blackened thing in front of him. A moment of incomprehension, then realization of what it was. Who it had been. And as despair overtook him, Ranma screamed.
"Noooooooo!"
His own yell woke him, and Ranma gasped. Eyes flickered around widely as he sought to determine where he was, the nightmare causing his heart to beat wildly.
He wasn't in the wilds of China any more, he could tell that instantly. It looked more like one of the corridor from... From what had happened yesterday. With the army of clones, and...
Ranma paused.
They'd stabbed him. He'd died. He'd known it, cause he had felt his life ebbing away, like when Saffron…
He had died twice.
He checked his body. His ankle. His chest.
Everything was fine. He didn't even have any bruises. The only sign anything had happened to him was the large cut in the front of his shirt, and the corresponding cut in the back of it.
He had died. Twice. Just what the hell was going on here?
FIN
AUTHORS NOTES
Well it's been a long time getting here, and it's the first long-ish fic I've written. Thanks for waiting, and I hope you enjoyed the ride.
I'd like to thank both Another Duck, who's comments helped to improve the grammar of this fic, and Claymade, who's 'Dark Lords of Nerima' went a long way to inspiring the style of this fic.
There might be a sequel someday, but not any time soon. Maybe in a year or two…
