A Rose for Kodachi
by Trisha L. Sebastian
Summary: Take a look at the Ranma 2096 Universe from one woman you haven't seen yet: Kunou Kodachi.
Original Disclaimer: Kunou Kodachi and the other characters mentioned are not my characters; I'm only borrowing them for the purposes of this work of fan fiction. In addition, this is set in the Ranma 2096 universe set forth by Chris Willmore willmore@thekeep.org and I'm using his universe with permission. Archival rights are granted to Willmore, the Black Rose ML and r.a.a.c; everyone else has to ask permission first. Feedback is appreciated, flames will be laughed at. In addition, the title is modeled after the William Faulkner short story, "A Rose for Emily". Those of you in the know can commence grinning and winking.
I know they think that I am quite, quite mad. I hear their whispers behind me. Soft sibilant sounds carry over the partition and into our chamber. He's dead, they say. She needs to let him go and get a life.
I tolerate their heresy because I know they are wrong. Also, because they are employed by my dear brother and as everyone knows, * he* is the mad one in the family. I am sane.
My love is not dead. How could such a vibrant, beautiful man as my love be dead? He smiles at me from his chambers, that look on his face telling me he's got a secret that only he can tell me. "What is it, my love?" I whisper, leaning forward to touch my head against his. He winks and smiles, full of confidence and life. But he will not tell me.
I am vexed that he would keep such a secret from me. Our love is destined, the stars and forecasts say. "He will be yours forever," a fortune teller once told me. She looked as pleased as I when she saw the generous tip I gave her for speaking the truth.
If we are meant to be together for all eternity, why won't he tell me his secret?
I've tried to find out. I asked everyone he knows, but they spoke such lies that I could not listen any more. I stilled their lying, deceitful tongues. He is mine forever. Not hers.
She is dead. I saw her body lying on the bier before they cremated her. I was the model of decorum, but inside I rejoiced, imaging the flames reaching her skin, turning whitened porcelain into cooked blackened meat. She is gone, no longer able to interfere in our love. She will never be able to come back, while my love... oh my love-
I know a secret, too. It is a secret I have kept deep in my heart. It is buried along with my dream for our future lives together. One day, when the time is right, I will unearth that box of dreams, blow the dirt off of the lid and open up my world of wonder. Then, he will open his eyes, the love shining through and whisper into my ear the secret he has kept from me for so long.
Until then, all I can do is hope and pray, and sit with my love. Together, we will await this miracle.
My love and I.
I can wait.
I am not mad.
-FIN-
by Trisha L. Sebastian
Summary: Take a look at the Ranma 2096 Universe from one woman you haven't seen yet: Kunou Kodachi.
Original Disclaimer: Kunou Kodachi and the other characters mentioned are not my characters; I'm only borrowing them for the purposes of this work of fan fiction. In addition, this is set in the Ranma 2096 universe set forth by Chris Willmore willmore@thekeep.org and I'm using his universe with permission. Archival rights are granted to Willmore, the Black Rose ML and r.a.a.c; everyone else has to ask permission first. Feedback is appreciated, flames will be laughed at. In addition, the title is modeled after the William Faulkner short story, "A Rose for Emily". Those of you in the know can commence grinning and winking.
I know they think that I am quite, quite mad. I hear their whispers behind me. Soft sibilant sounds carry over the partition and into our chamber. He's dead, they say. She needs to let him go and get a life.
I tolerate their heresy because I know they are wrong. Also, because they are employed by my dear brother and as everyone knows, * he* is the mad one in the family. I am sane.
My love is not dead. How could such a vibrant, beautiful man as my love be dead? He smiles at me from his chambers, that look on his face telling me he's got a secret that only he can tell me. "What is it, my love?" I whisper, leaning forward to touch my head against his. He winks and smiles, full of confidence and life. But he will not tell me.
I am vexed that he would keep such a secret from me. Our love is destined, the stars and forecasts say. "He will be yours forever," a fortune teller once told me. She looked as pleased as I when she saw the generous tip I gave her for speaking the truth.
If we are meant to be together for all eternity, why won't he tell me his secret?
I've tried to find out. I asked everyone he knows, but they spoke such lies that I could not listen any more. I stilled their lying, deceitful tongues. He is mine forever. Not hers.
She is dead. I saw her body lying on the bier before they cremated her. I was the model of decorum, but inside I rejoiced, imaging the flames reaching her skin, turning whitened porcelain into cooked blackened meat. She is gone, no longer able to interfere in our love. She will never be able to come back, while my love... oh my love-
I know a secret, too. It is a secret I have kept deep in my heart. It is buried along with my dream for our future lives together. One day, when the time is right, I will unearth that box of dreams, blow the dirt off of the lid and open up my world of wonder. Then, he will open his eyes, the love shining through and whisper into my ear the secret he has kept from me for so long.
Until then, all I can do is hope and pray, and sit with my love. Together, we will await this miracle.
My love and I.
I can wait.
I am not mad.
-FIN-