Standard disclaimer: I own none of the characters. That goes to
Rumiko Takahashi, Kitty Entertainment, Shogakokun Inc., Viz
Communications, and a few other people none of whom are me. Used
without permission; to quote another fanfic author (I can't remember
who, I'll give you credit when I remember), "The characters are not
mine. I am only borrowing them. I will return them; I can't afford
Nabiki's late fees."
And now, on with the show:
I find myself in my darkest hour. My love has spurned me. Not for
another; that I could understand, even though it would be no more
pleasant. No, there was no other choice. She has decided that no
choice is better than the one I offer. She has one other suitor, but he
was always hopeless. She made it clear long ago that she would choose
me before him... Even though she would choose lonliness before me.
Each refusal wounded me, even if I did not show it. I healed when
I realized that she was merely responding to a slight from me; that was
my fault, after all. More often than not, however, she initiated the
scorn. I could never understand what I did wrong. My love must have
hated me. She would be happier without me in her life.
I came to that conclusion this afternoon. She once again punted me
into the stratosphere for some imagined slight. She delights in
imagining suchslights. I landed on the roof of the place I call home,
coincidentally, and "borrowed" some of my father's sake. I locked
myself in the dojo to drown my sorrows uninterrupted. The wine did not
reduce my depression as I'd hoped, but deepened it. It was then that my
descision came to me.
Now I wedge a sword (there are several around the dojo) into a
crack in the wall. No matter that I must create the crack in the first
place. One swift strike and it is ready. I now kneel behind the blade
sticking out of the wall, hoping I will fall hard enough to accomplish
my seppuku. It doesn't have to be much: the sword is very sharp. I
ready a tanto and plunge it towards my stomach. My last thought as I
fall towards the katana is, "Farewell, my Pig-Tailed Goddess."
I bet you thought I was going to kill Ranma, didn't you? Or maybe
Mousse, until the reference about his father's sake and having a dojo in
his home. I tried to write a non-lethal version of this for Ranma, but
I couldn't quite get it right. This is the original version of this
story, which I wrote in September 2000 when I got bored in Lit class.
Maybe I would not have failed if I had paid more attention to class and
less to writing...
Rumiko Takahashi, Kitty Entertainment, Shogakokun Inc., Viz
Communications, and a few other people none of whom are me. Used
without permission; to quote another fanfic author (I can't remember
who, I'll give you credit when I remember), "The characters are not
mine. I am only borrowing them. I will return them; I can't afford
Nabiki's late fees."
And now, on with the show:
I find myself in my darkest hour. My love has spurned me. Not for
another; that I could understand, even though it would be no more
pleasant. No, there was no other choice. She has decided that no
choice is better than the one I offer. She has one other suitor, but he
was always hopeless. She made it clear long ago that she would choose
me before him... Even though she would choose lonliness before me.
Each refusal wounded me, even if I did not show it. I healed when
I realized that she was merely responding to a slight from me; that was
my fault, after all. More often than not, however, she initiated the
scorn. I could never understand what I did wrong. My love must have
hated me. She would be happier without me in her life.
I came to that conclusion this afternoon. She once again punted me
into the stratosphere for some imagined slight. She delights in
imagining suchslights. I landed on the roof of the place I call home,
coincidentally, and "borrowed" some of my father's sake. I locked
myself in the dojo to drown my sorrows uninterrupted. The wine did not
reduce my depression as I'd hoped, but deepened it. It was then that my
descision came to me.
Now I wedge a sword (there are several around the dojo) into a
crack in the wall. No matter that I must create the crack in the first
place. One swift strike and it is ready. I now kneel behind the blade
sticking out of the wall, hoping I will fall hard enough to accomplish
my seppuku. It doesn't have to be much: the sword is very sharp. I
ready a tanto and plunge it towards my stomach. My last thought as I
fall towards the katana is, "Farewell, my Pig-Tailed Goddess."
I bet you thought I was going to kill Ranma, didn't you? Or maybe
Mousse, until the reference about his father's sake and having a dojo in
his home. I tried to write a non-lethal version of this for Ranma, but
I couldn't quite get it right. This is the original version of this
story, which I wrote in September 2000 when I got bored in Lit class.
Maybe I would not have failed if I had paid more attention to class and
less to writing...