Okay, this is one of those fanfics based on an idea that came
from no where. I read "Waiting for You" a few months again, even
though it was a tragic tale, I loved it. So I went back last week
and saw a fanart for WfY, and that's what inspired me to write
this story. I recommand that story to anyone who's a fan of Ranma
and Akane, below is the URL addres:

http://www.angelfire.com/sd/Ranmafanfic/index.html

Disclimer: I can't believe I have to write this: I don't own
Ranma 1/2 and its characters. The storyline belong to me.

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"True love doesn't have a happy ending
- it simply doesn't end."
- "Waiting for You" by: Stiffanie Flores
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A Soldier's Oath
By: CSMars
2/23/2001


"Don't go, please don't go..." Pleaded the woman.

"Please, love. This is war, it's my duty to serve my
country." The man desperately tried to explain.

"I... I understand... but promise that you'll come back
to me." The raven-haired woman shed a few more tears.

The black-haired man hesitated and repeated his words
again, "Please, love, this is war..."

He was interrupted, "Just promise me, love... please, I
need to know."

"Yes, I promise you. No matter how long it takes, I will
come back to you." The man gave in, not being able to stand the
sight of his love's tear-streaked face any longer.

The promise was sealed with a kiss. A promise so strong
that not even death could break, a promise carried through time
and space...

* * *

"Please, you promised. You promised that you would
come back to me. You promised..." The woman's voice was barely
a whisper. She has pale skin, flawless and perfect except that
her brown eyes are red and puffy from crying...

The image was replaced by one of water crushing down,
drowning him.

"AHHHHH!" The piercing scream rung out in the silent
forest followed by "what did ya do that for, Pop?"

"Come, Ranma. We have to get to the Tendo Dojo, my friend
will be expecting us." The bald man wearing a pair of glasses said.

"No way, old man. I'm going back to China so I can get rid
of this body." The redhead pointed to her chest.

"There isn't time!" The man argued. He turned to grab the
bucket of water sitting next to him and poured its content onto
his body, changing himself into a... panda?

Ranma would have argued back if his mind had not being
on the dream that had haunted him for months. What does that woman
want from me? I'm sure that I've never seen her before in all my
life. And what promise is she talking about? The red-haired girl
thought as she chased after the panda.

* * *

Bystanders watched in amazement as a girl dressed in a red
shirt and a pair of black pants fought an over-grown panda down the
streets of Nerima.

Neither of them are paying much attention to the fight as
the panda held up signs addressing the girl as "my boy" to which
the girl muttered something about "China" and "curse."

The panda seemed to be tired of this pointless fight as he
flipped the girl onto his back and walked toward the Tendo Dojo.

* * *

The door of the Tendo household opened as a motherly young
woman walked out, followed by a middle-aged man, a girl with short
brown hair and a girl with long bluish- black hair.

Ranma only had time to introduce herself before she caught a
glimpse of the last girl.

That girl! Ranma gasped. The one that she thought was only a
figment of her imagination. That face! The one that had haunted her
for so many nights.

The same creamy skin, the same chocolate, brown eyes... both
lovely and breathtaking... the only difference is that the girl before
her had on an angry expression instead of grieve.

Ranma felt being hugged by the middle-aged man who was wailing
on top of his lungs and fainted a few minutes later, but she had never
once taken her eyes off the youngest girl.

It was when the brown-haired girl started poking her breasts
and complaining that she wasn't a guy did she turn her gaze away from
the girl from her dreams.

"Uh... could you stop that?" Ranma asked, annoyed with the girl's
behavior, yet also afraid in this unfamiliar situation.

"Nabiki!" The girl Ranma had watched so intently scolded her
sister, "Leave her alone, she's a guest."

For some reason, the girl Nabiki didn't protest as Ranma saw the
girl who had came to her rescue turning her attention to her guest.

She smiled at Ranma, sending away all her rational thoughts and
extended her hand, "Hi, I'm Akane... wanna be friends?"

Akane... a beautiful name for a beautiful girl was Ranma's only
coherent thought at that moment. Good thing she didn't say it out loud
and just raised her hand in Akane's and shook it firmly, trying not to
think about the shivers running down her spine.

* * *

Two Years Later:

"Love, I've come back to you, just like I said." The black-haired
man said to the woman.

"I knew you'd keep your promise, I knew it..." The man needed no
more encouragement as he swept the woman off the floor and kissed her
with all his might.

"I knew it..."

Ranma fluttered open his eyes. Oh, man! Was his first thought, that
dream is back. It's been two years since he had that dream and now, the
woman is back.

Except, he said to himself, that this time the woman's words are
no longer directed at him and she seemed happy with the man. This thought
lead to the next question: who was that man? He had bluish-grey eyes and
wild, black hair.

"He looks just like me, maybe a few years old. And the woman, she
looks so much like Akane." Ranma whispered to himself.

"Ranma, who are you talking to?" A small voice reached his ears.

That sounded like Akane... damn! That was Akane, what is she doing
in my bed, oh wait, maybe this is her bed... Ranma's thoughts went a mile a
minute as he soon came to the conclusion "I'm a dead man."

"Ranma, love, are you okay?" Akane asked as she shook his shoulders
back and forth.

Wait a minute! He finally came to a stop as he heard her voice, so
much like the one in his dream; as he saw her face, filled with concern and
love; as his eyes travel to her fourth finger on her left hand, where a
gold band rests, symbolizing their eternal love.

Ranma looked into Akane's eyes once again, as he did when he
first met her, "I'm fine, love. After all, this is my wedding night."

"That is good to hear, husband," Akane's voice turned mischievous,
"Or I would have thought I wore you out the first time."

Despite himself, Ranma found him smiling at his wife, "Akane, I
love you."

"I love you, too, Ranma, now and forever."

* * *

Sixty Years Later:

"No, Ranma, you can't die! You can't leave me." Akane cried,
tears streaming out of her dark, brown eyes.

"Please, love, I'm almost eighty years old, a reasonable age for
death."

"I just... I just thought that you'd at least outlive me."

"What did you expect? That I'd be like that panty-stealing thief
or that old ghoul." Ranma realized his voice is bitter and winced when he
saw his wife cringing, "I'm sorry, I don't want to leave you, either.
But nature calls..."

"I understand, love. But always remember that my love for you
will never die."

"Nor will mine for you."

"Hey, maybe one day we'll meet again." Akane voiced, trying to
brighten up the mood.

"That's a promise, love, that's a promise..." with that, Ranma
Saotome took his last breath.

A few months later, Akane Saotome followed her husband.

* * *

Dammit, I'm later. The black-haired girl cursed as she rushed
down the halls of her school with her heavy backpack.

*CRASH*

"Yo, girl, are you blind?" A boy asked her as he tried to pull
himself out of the pile of books.

"Me? It's not my fault that you were standing in the middle of
the hallway blocking others' way." The girl retorted back.

"Geez, blaming others for your mistake, how un-cute!" The boy
commented, even though his mouth tried its best not to participate in
such a tremendous lie.

"YOU! You... OBNIXIOUS JERK." The girl yelled as she grabbed
her bag and slammed it into the boy's head.


And so... the cycle continues...

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Author's notes:
So, did you like that story? I was going to stop after Ranma and Akane
get married but I just thought, what the heck, I 'll make another
reincarnation after them. I know that would make this story wound like
a sailormoon fanfic, but I was trying to get the message "true love
never dies" acrosse. Anyway, email you and let me know what you think.