No one truly understood Ranma – the fiancees and male suitors had tried to court/seduced them because that is what their feeling and honor dictate, but their truth escaped them all.
The conflicting desires were getting worse over time. It used to be that the indifference/allergic of a man's and a woman's touch. Their own touch was a confusing feeling, even to themselves at first. Now they were too distinct to revel in. They can no longer touch that not their own.
The separate thoughts, separate wills – they pulled against each other now as much as they pulled together. No longer just they – I and I. An entity of their own now.
Corpses and ruins littered Nerima that day. Some human. There are animals like cat, ducks, and pig. There even corpse of a strange amalgamation of bull, squid, and crane.
In the sole building that hasn't been demolished after the battle royale with all of Nerima Wrecking Crew fighting against their supposed leader, Ranma Saotome, two people are making out.
"I want you," Ranma whispered.
"I want you too." His other half replied.
"Together." He said.
"Forever." She continued.
Only silence and pleasure are left after their rampage at Nerima. No one is spared from their wrath. But, the filth and the blood of their former friend, fiancees, and rivals are being washed away by gentle drizzle.
At the side of the building, a single daffodil bloomed.