After an emotionally and physically draining day Nabiki stumbled to her bed
and fell fast asleep without even removing her clothes. After the wedding
attempt and the fiasco that was and especially getting it set up at the
last minute, plus spending all afternoon cleaning the dojo. Has left her
one tired third year high school student.
But unknown to her a paper she had planned on destroying had fallen from her pocket to the floor of the dojo. And slumbering away she was unaware that alone in the still damaged dojo one feminine hand had reached out and grasped the forgotten letter. Unfolding it a female voice gasped as the words contained on the pages leapt out at her.
But as she slept on still unaware of this complication, Nabiki's dreams took on the form of the memories she has been dwelling on all day.
Of Paris . . . and of Ranma.
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Secret Truths 2
By Verse12
Verse12@hotmail.com
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Disclaimer:
I do not own these characters nor do I claim too, this is a simple fan based homage. Their creators and the companies they work for and with own the characters and all that pertains to them. (I.E. Rumiko Takahashi, Viz, Shougakukan, Gaumont Television, Rysher Entertainment, Davis-Panzer Productions, Nobuhiro Watsuki, Fuji Television, S.P.E.) This is just fans of the shows expressing their love for it for fun, no profit is involved or expected thank you.
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Memories of the whirlwind romance that began in Paris flitted thru Nabiki's slumbering mind as images and scenes appeared and disappeared thru her consciousness out of their original order. The dream images told the tale of love that blossomed between two unlikely people. Then that first confrontation in Paris flooded her remembrance until in her mind she was back there once again.
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Nabiki was Totally thrown out of balance by the opulence she saw in the room not to mention the events in the jazz club earlier that day. The confusion was added to when she saw Ranma give an exorbant tip to a waiter who had brought up some food, and Ranma's apparently flawless French left the girl sputtering in incomprehension over the situation.
But don't let it be said that it's that easy to get the upper hand on Nabiki Tendo. She immediately began to try and get information from him over her multitude of questions. But all her attempts at questioning him and of demanding answers were deftly put off and dealt with, with as much aplomb and panache that quite frankly it left her speechless. Finally she gave in and decided to go with the flow, biding her time until she would get her answers in her own time.
So that is how they ended up sitting on a cushioned bench on a balcony of the hotel with a wondrous view of the Eiffel Tower at night after the most delicious and expensive meal of her life. Realizing the romantic nature and of how handily this 'Ranma,' if that's who he actually is, has handled, her caused her to blush faintly in the moonlight. The lights of the city twinkled in her eyes as he stared at her and not the city. She realized that this kind of behavior is not like her and she got mad at herself for loosing control of the situation.
Taking a chance she glanced over at him and saw him smirking at her like he can tell just what she is thinking. Looking down quickly her blush deepened and she cursed her self for this behavior, then she gathered her courage and looked up and with steel in her soul not to be denied and she launched into her questions.
"Are you really Ranma, if so what's going on, why the façade for so long, where's the money for all this coming from, is it the yakuza? Who were those people" and finally is, "I saw you get stabbed thru the chest and as good you are even that would put you down."
Then smiling indulgently he told her a story. That of a young noble of Japan from long ago who lead a life of quiet study for many years, well into middle age in fact. Until an accident with a horse one day cut short his life. But hours later he awoke healed and whole, shocked and frightened he fled after his wife saw him and screamed, calling him a monster. Driven to the hills he wandered senseless for a long time until one day he arrived at his home town once again and saw people the knew as children now old.
Fleeing once again, but finally seemingly cognizant of his surroundings once more he fled to China. Where he eventually met a young woman who after some time told him a tale regarding the truth of his nature. He was an immortal, one of a race of immortals and the only way he would die is if his head were cut off. A deed other immortals would try to do to gain his power for themselves. Their only refugee is Holy ground since duels were forbidden there.
In fact he learned sometime later that the seemingly young woman was in fact older than he was and thru cunning she has had survived. They traveled together for a while until she finally . . . died in a duel to another immortal, for that is the nature of their game that in the end, "Their can be only one," he said.
Then slowly he placed his forehead on hers and he whispered, "I am that man."
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The dream blurred and changed not showing the difficulties she had accepting all of this. But they skipped ahead to scenes later, of trips to the Louve and other museums, coffee and pastry at cafes along the Seine, moonlight strolls with tales of past exploits. Though in fact, according to Ranma he spent most of his time on holy ground, following his studious nature for most of his immortal life. Then her dreams changed again and settled on an afternoon when she returned home from a brisk walk to find Ranma had a visitor.
The man from the jazz club . . . named Adam.
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She peered around the doorframe to see Ranma and the man named Adam as they sat in the study of the luxurious apartment, they had moved to once some staff of Ranma's had aired it out. She heard fragments of the conversation inside and she was able to piece together some things. Relying on martial arts techniques not she had not practiced in close to six years she tried to keep from being noticed by them.
But from what she was able to gather, seventeen years ago Ranma found the age mushrooms on a trip thru Japan the reasons for which are not important now. And not knowing what they weren't the harmless mushrooms he thought they were he ate some. Moments later his traveling companion, Adam returned to the camp with more wood only to see Ranma turn several ages until he eventually settled into that an infant with no knowledge of his past. Not knowing what to do or how to fix it Adam arranged for Ranma to be placed with a childless couple he thought would be a stable home.
Boy was that ever wrong, a fact Ranma brought up several times in anger. Eventually Ranma forgave Adam since this opened up an avenue of study into the nature of their kind never possible before.
At this time Ranma called out to ask for Nabiki's opinion, indicating he had known all along she was there.
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Once more the dream swirled and changed plans were enacted and backup plans drawn up in a flurry of activity. Finally another call home to indicate she had found Ranma and was bringing him home. Having called several times before to say she was following him all over Japan.
They planned a hurried trip to Jusenkyo for more spring of drowned girl water since they found that the curse was not strong enough to overcome the quickening. Also they went to get more of the age mushrooms and then later at home a judicious use of the Xi Fa Xiang Gao shiatsu attack lead to a perfect reinsertion into life as it was before and the only one who knew any better was Nabiki, hiding her love behind a mask of ice not even daring to look longingly at him for fear of discovery.
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Nabiki's dreams are disturbed though by an insistent Kasumi trying to awaken her "Nabiki-Chan, you need to get up. You'll be late."
Stirring groggily she sat up and blearily looked at her alarm clock. Seeing that she had forgotten to turn on the alarm she jumped up with a startled cry. Stumbling to the furo with a mumbled thanks to Kasumi the high school senior quickly went thru her morning absolutions. After cleaning up she hurriedly put on her uniform and grabbed a piece of toast as she ran out.
Calling back over her shoulder a goodbye to the rest of the family she tried not to look at how close Ranma and Akane sat as they ate breakfast. Leaving early has long been something she did in order to manage all of her business deals. But lately she had been handing over more and more responsibilities to her factors.
For secretly she began practicing Anything Goes again since Paris, just to be ready in case another headhunter came for Ranma. Not that she thought she could do much better than him but since when has love made people rational.
As she arrived at school she decided even as third year student could afford to skip first period today. Because she couldn't handle the mask right now, the previous day and last night's dream are too fresh in her mind. So secretly she headed down into the boiler room past numerous old tunnels to a hidden room that is hers alone.
Sliding open the hidden panel she entered the fairly spacious and well appointed practice hall. A table by the door holding several items, a mirrored wall and the rice mats are all that are visible, except for another hidden door on the other side of the make shift dojo.
Quickly taking off her uniform she placed it on the table and picked up the folded hamaka lying on the table beside it. She put on the red and black colored outfit, and she opened a case also lying on the table. Then gingerly she removed an ornate yet simple Katana.
Nabiki thought of her own secrets, of her fears when Ranma left to find Herb. And in the months he was gone her own her own desperate search to get strong enough to help him. Hoping up and launching into a powerful kata her blade blurring she remembered her hurried excuse to the family of a business club exchange program explaining her departure as she searched for an answer. And in a surprisingly short time she finally found it . . . Sensei, in an isolated wood outside of Kyoto where he lived.
Any further thoughts though are lost as the rhythm of the kata cleared her mind like she wished for. And so forty minutes later with sweat dripping from her brow she gradually came to a stop. Cooling down she dropped into a senza position and rested the sword across her knees. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly whispering, "I know you don't need my help Ranma, especially after how good you have become. But love can make you do some crazy things and I want to help if I can."
Then an image of a small cabin in the woods, the scent of sake, long white hair pulled back into a ponytail and a long white and red cape. Nabiki's head drops with a muttered "I'm sorry I couldn't listen Sensei." And with that she begins to clean up in hope of making her second period class.
The End
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End Notes:
Thank you for all of your reviews I appreciate it greatly. The response was so good I had to make a sequel I hope you like it. If the response is there I may make more someday.
Also did everyone get the hint as to who Nabiki's sensei is? And just to clarify something on Nabiki's skill level, she could defiantly take Akane but if Kuno went all out he could take her probably. She had barely began her training with her sensei when she had to leave again it was only her former skills as the best student of the Tendo school, before she gave up martial arts that is, that let her get so good so fast.
So let me know what you think.
Shameless plug: if anyone likes Stargate Sg-1 I've been doing a little fic over in that section as well, check it out.
Thanks
Signed: Verse12
But unknown to her a paper she had planned on destroying had fallen from her pocket to the floor of the dojo. And slumbering away she was unaware that alone in the still damaged dojo one feminine hand had reached out and grasped the forgotten letter. Unfolding it a female voice gasped as the words contained on the pages leapt out at her.
But as she slept on still unaware of this complication, Nabiki's dreams took on the form of the memories she has been dwelling on all day.
Of Paris . . . and of Ranma.
************************
Secret Truths 2
By Verse12
Verse12@hotmail.com
**********************
Disclaimer:
I do not own these characters nor do I claim too, this is a simple fan based homage. Their creators and the companies they work for and with own the characters and all that pertains to them. (I.E. Rumiko Takahashi, Viz, Shougakukan, Gaumont Television, Rysher Entertainment, Davis-Panzer Productions, Nobuhiro Watsuki, Fuji Television, S.P.E.) This is just fans of the shows expressing their love for it for fun, no profit is involved or expected thank you.
***********************
Memories of the whirlwind romance that began in Paris flitted thru Nabiki's slumbering mind as images and scenes appeared and disappeared thru her consciousness out of their original order. The dream images told the tale of love that blossomed between two unlikely people. Then that first confrontation in Paris flooded her remembrance until in her mind she was back there once again.
***********************
Nabiki was Totally thrown out of balance by the opulence she saw in the room not to mention the events in the jazz club earlier that day. The confusion was added to when she saw Ranma give an exorbant tip to a waiter who had brought up some food, and Ranma's apparently flawless French left the girl sputtering in incomprehension over the situation.
But don't let it be said that it's that easy to get the upper hand on Nabiki Tendo. She immediately began to try and get information from him over her multitude of questions. But all her attempts at questioning him and of demanding answers were deftly put off and dealt with, with as much aplomb and panache that quite frankly it left her speechless. Finally she gave in and decided to go with the flow, biding her time until she would get her answers in her own time.
So that is how they ended up sitting on a cushioned bench on a balcony of the hotel with a wondrous view of the Eiffel Tower at night after the most delicious and expensive meal of her life. Realizing the romantic nature and of how handily this 'Ranma,' if that's who he actually is, has handled, her caused her to blush faintly in the moonlight. The lights of the city twinkled in her eyes as he stared at her and not the city. She realized that this kind of behavior is not like her and she got mad at herself for loosing control of the situation.
Taking a chance she glanced over at him and saw him smirking at her like he can tell just what she is thinking. Looking down quickly her blush deepened and she cursed her self for this behavior, then she gathered her courage and looked up and with steel in her soul not to be denied and she launched into her questions.
"Are you really Ranma, if so what's going on, why the façade for so long, where's the money for all this coming from, is it the yakuza? Who were those people" and finally is, "I saw you get stabbed thru the chest and as good you are even that would put you down."
Then smiling indulgently he told her a story. That of a young noble of Japan from long ago who lead a life of quiet study for many years, well into middle age in fact. Until an accident with a horse one day cut short his life. But hours later he awoke healed and whole, shocked and frightened he fled after his wife saw him and screamed, calling him a monster. Driven to the hills he wandered senseless for a long time until one day he arrived at his home town once again and saw people the knew as children now old.
Fleeing once again, but finally seemingly cognizant of his surroundings once more he fled to China. Where he eventually met a young woman who after some time told him a tale regarding the truth of his nature. He was an immortal, one of a race of immortals and the only way he would die is if his head were cut off. A deed other immortals would try to do to gain his power for themselves. Their only refugee is Holy ground since duels were forbidden there.
In fact he learned sometime later that the seemingly young woman was in fact older than he was and thru cunning she has had survived. They traveled together for a while until she finally . . . died in a duel to another immortal, for that is the nature of their game that in the end, "Their can be only one," he said.
Then slowly he placed his forehead on hers and he whispered, "I am that man."
***********************
The dream blurred and changed not showing the difficulties she had accepting all of this. But they skipped ahead to scenes later, of trips to the Louve and other museums, coffee and pastry at cafes along the Seine, moonlight strolls with tales of past exploits. Though in fact, according to Ranma he spent most of his time on holy ground, following his studious nature for most of his immortal life. Then her dreams changed again and settled on an afternoon when she returned home from a brisk walk to find Ranma had a visitor.
The man from the jazz club . . . named Adam.
***********************
She peered around the doorframe to see Ranma and the man named Adam as they sat in the study of the luxurious apartment, they had moved to once some staff of Ranma's had aired it out. She heard fragments of the conversation inside and she was able to piece together some things. Relying on martial arts techniques not she had not practiced in close to six years she tried to keep from being noticed by them.
But from what she was able to gather, seventeen years ago Ranma found the age mushrooms on a trip thru Japan the reasons for which are not important now. And not knowing what they weren't the harmless mushrooms he thought they were he ate some. Moments later his traveling companion, Adam returned to the camp with more wood only to see Ranma turn several ages until he eventually settled into that an infant with no knowledge of his past. Not knowing what to do or how to fix it Adam arranged for Ranma to be placed with a childless couple he thought would be a stable home.
Boy was that ever wrong, a fact Ranma brought up several times in anger. Eventually Ranma forgave Adam since this opened up an avenue of study into the nature of their kind never possible before.
At this time Ranma called out to ask for Nabiki's opinion, indicating he had known all along she was there.
***********************
Once more the dream swirled and changed plans were enacted and backup plans drawn up in a flurry of activity. Finally another call home to indicate she had found Ranma and was bringing him home. Having called several times before to say she was following him all over Japan.
They planned a hurried trip to Jusenkyo for more spring of drowned girl water since they found that the curse was not strong enough to overcome the quickening. Also they went to get more of the age mushrooms and then later at home a judicious use of the Xi Fa Xiang Gao shiatsu attack lead to a perfect reinsertion into life as it was before and the only one who knew any better was Nabiki, hiding her love behind a mask of ice not even daring to look longingly at him for fear of discovery.
***********************
Nabiki's dreams are disturbed though by an insistent Kasumi trying to awaken her "Nabiki-Chan, you need to get up. You'll be late."
Stirring groggily she sat up and blearily looked at her alarm clock. Seeing that she had forgotten to turn on the alarm she jumped up with a startled cry. Stumbling to the furo with a mumbled thanks to Kasumi the high school senior quickly went thru her morning absolutions. After cleaning up she hurriedly put on her uniform and grabbed a piece of toast as she ran out.
Calling back over her shoulder a goodbye to the rest of the family she tried not to look at how close Ranma and Akane sat as they ate breakfast. Leaving early has long been something she did in order to manage all of her business deals. But lately she had been handing over more and more responsibilities to her factors.
For secretly she began practicing Anything Goes again since Paris, just to be ready in case another headhunter came for Ranma. Not that she thought she could do much better than him but since when has love made people rational.
As she arrived at school she decided even as third year student could afford to skip first period today. Because she couldn't handle the mask right now, the previous day and last night's dream are too fresh in her mind. So secretly she headed down into the boiler room past numerous old tunnels to a hidden room that is hers alone.
Sliding open the hidden panel she entered the fairly spacious and well appointed practice hall. A table by the door holding several items, a mirrored wall and the rice mats are all that are visible, except for another hidden door on the other side of the make shift dojo.
Quickly taking off her uniform she placed it on the table and picked up the folded hamaka lying on the table beside it. She put on the red and black colored outfit, and she opened a case also lying on the table. Then gingerly she removed an ornate yet simple Katana.
Nabiki thought of her own secrets, of her fears when Ranma left to find Herb. And in the months he was gone her own her own desperate search to get strong enough to help him. Hoping up and launching into a powerful kata her blade blurring she remembered her hurried excuse to the family of a business club exchange program explaining her departure as she searched for an answer. And in a surprisingly short time she finally found it . . . Sensei, in an isolated wood outside of Kyoto where he lived.
Any further thoughts though are lost as the rhythm of the kata cleared her mind like she wished for. And so forty minutes later with sweat dripping from her brow she gradually came to a stop. Cooling down she dropped into a senza position and rested the sword across her knees. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly whispering, "I know you don't need my help Ranma, especially after how good you have become. But love can make you do some crazy things and I want to help if I can."
Then an image of a small cabin in the woods, the scent of sake, long white hair pulled back into a ponytail and a long white and red cape. Nabiki's head drops with a muttered "I'm sorry I couldn't listen Sensei." And with that she begins to clean up in hope of making her second period class.
The End
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End Notes:
Thank you for all of your reviews I appreciate it greatly. The response was so good I had to make a sequel I hope you like it. If the response is there I may make more someday.
Also did everyone get the hint as to who Nabiki's sensei is? And just to clarify something on Nabiki's skill level, she could defiantly take Akane but if Kuno went all out he could take her probably. She had barely began her training with her sensei when she had to leave again it was only her former skills as the best student of the Tendo school, before she gave up martial arts that is, that let her get so good so fast.
So let me know what you think.
Shameless plug: if anyone likes Stargate Sg-1 I've been doing a little fic over in that section as well, check it out.
Thanks
Signed: Verse12