Disclaimer: Ranma 1/2 and Oh my Goddess! characters do not belong to me. I am merely 'borrowing' them for the period this fic will take to be finished (considering my previous track record, sometime right before apocalypse)

Takes place after Sidestory 2.



"Urd, you okay?" Belldandy said as she escorted Urd to her room.

"Yeah, I'll be okay," Urd said, her face seemingly as disdainful as usual but Belldandy could see the pain in her, the price for her returned memories, but she knew better than to press her older sister on this.

"Well...okay, call me if you need me," Belldandy said, her concern shining through.

"Yeah," Urd said without much energy, dragging herself into the room and shutting the door gently. She felt drained and emotionless, *If only the tears would come,* she thought

to herself, morosely, but she cried them all away a long time ago.

"You okay?" a voice popped out from above her, in the rafters. She looked up in surprise to see two blue sapphire eyes peering down at her.

"Yeah, why would you care anyway?"

" You seemed to have something against the Amazons, why?" Ranma asked, his tone carefully neutral.

"You remember? How much do you remember?" Urd was slightly surprised at this, but then she didn't have much first hand experience on people who had gone berserk anyway. She had met only two people who had gone berserk before.

" I remember all," Ranma said, before going on in a softer voice to himself, one he was sure that Urd could not hear, "God help me, I remember all."

"Sigh, I might as well tell you. What difference does it make?" Urd said, shrugging her shoulders as if she didn't care. "It was around five hundred years ago, when I was just a young goddess-"

Urd wandered around, taking in the sights before her. Mortals were so interesting, the way they hurried about doing their business intrigued her. She checked the information given to her again, if she was not wrong she was in China. She had sneaked out of heaven just to go on this little field-trip, learning about them wasn't enough, she wanted to experience it first hand.

"Hey look, there's a pretty girl," one coarse looking man said to his friend, as he pointed to her.

"Yeah, you're right," His friend said, leering at her. "Doesn't look like she's from around here, let's say we introduce ourselves to her."

Urd stared mistrustfully at the two men who sidled up to her, cornering her between the two of them. *What do I do? I could take them out with my power but that'll alert the others for sureand I'm not supposed to be here. If they find out I'm going to be punished." So she decided to wait it out.

" Hey there, you must be new around here. What say we show you around," one of the men said as he grabbed her arm.

"No, let go of me!" Urd was very close to using her powers now even if it meant she would be punished.

"Why don't you listen to the girl?" Urd looked around to see who had spoken. She saw that it was a young man in his early twenties who looked like the people she had seen around here but somehow subtly different.

"This is none of your business, go away!"

"Well, I'm making it my business," the young man replied.

"I warned you!" The first man charged at the young man, a knife appearing out of nowhere into his hand, while the second held onto Urd securely.

Faster than the eye could see, the young man's leg flashed out in a sweeping motion, knocking the first man on the side of his head, causing him to fall unconscious to the floor.

"Well what about you?" The young man regarded the person still holding onto Urd with a casual eye, folding his arms behind his back.

"Uh...no thanks," the man said as he let go of Urd as if she was death to hold onto, running away into the opposite direction.

"You're not from around here are you?" The young man asked in a rather friendly tone, as he regarded Urd. "I've never seen anyone with brown skin before."

Urd now got a closer look at her 'saviour', staring at him. "No I'm not, I'm from somewhere very far away," she replied truefully. *Wow, he's handsome.*

"Well neither am I. Nice to meet you, I'm Masurao."

"And that was the first time I met Masurao, he was from Japan and was in China with his younger sister , who was about 17, to study the martial arts. You look slightly like him, I guess thats why you seemed familiar. He was a very nice guy who simply adored his little sister. I'd think he would have given up his life to protect her..."

"Urd, I'd like you to meet my sister, Kikyo," Masurao said, smiling as he introduced Urd.

"Up to your old tricks again brother?" Kikyo teased, "you must be his girlfriend although I'm surprised my brother's taste was good for once."

"Kikyo, behave yourself!" Masurao sounded half scandalised but his easy grin gave Urd the impression that the two of them had been through this many times.

"Che Oniisan , relax. I was just joking."

"And in time, I found myself visiting them more and more-"



"Here, for you," Urd said proudly as she handed Masurao the simple shirt she had sewn for him.

"Uh...thanks," Masurao accepted the simple blue cloth shirt, with a simple, elegant rose embroidered on the center. "What is it for? It's not my birthday," he asked as he held it to his body, looking at it curiously.

"Can't I just give gifts without a reason?"

"Watch out Oniisan, looks like you've got an admirer," Kikyo teased as she looked over Masurao's shoulder to see the shirt.

"Don't talk nonsense," Masurao said, not without blushing himself.



"Until that one day..."

Urd looked around the camp for Masurao and his sister, finding no sign of them-which was pretty curious as one of them would usually stick around the camp to make sure people did not make off with their stuff.

"Masurao? Kikyo? Where are you??" She called out, trying to attract their attention. Finally after an hour she gave up, going to the nearby village to search for any clues on where they were.

All the people she met just gave her tight-lipped answers, refusing to say anything at all, usually shaking their head sadly when she asked them. Only one person in the whole village told her something, told her to go the other nearby village.

And she did, travelling straight towards the other village. She wondered if Masurao and Kikyo were playing some sort of trick on her as they were wont to do, but that didn't really matter as long as she found them.

*I wonder what they're doing at this village Joketsozu anyway?* she had thought then, never guessing the truth until she came to the boundary of the Joketsozu village.

There fluttering in the breezes of the wind, on the skinny frame of a broken skeleton tied to a pole was the tattered remains of a blue shirt, and the once elegant rose on it's chest was now scruffed up and splotted with coppery stains of blood.

"What happened?" Ranma sounded geniuinely shocked at the ending of her tale.

"It turned out that Kikyo had gone wandering and her brother had let her. She had come across the Amazon village where she defeated one of them, that single Amazon had chased her and killed her quite close to the camp. Masurao saw this and went mad with anger, he got the reason from the Amazon just before he killed her and then marched straight to the village. He killed half of them before the elders were finally able to stop him," she snuffled slightly at this point, flicking her hand across her eyes," They hanged his skeleton out to warn others away from the village. I couldn't do a single thing, Heaven forbade it. I never saw him again, he never went to Heaven but he wasn't in hell either. I don't know where he went. "

Ranma stood speechless, he knew what would happen if a female won but he had never ever considered it in this light before. Somehow hearing of someone who had died because of the stupid law made him hate it even more.

" So now you know, so please just go and leave me alone," Urd said, not looking up at him, trails of moisture working themselves down her cheek.

"But..."

"Please just go," Urd said quietly, waving her hand and shoo-ing him away. She didn't want anyone to witness her crying, especially not him.

Ranma didn't know what to do so he followed her advice as best he could, leaving her alone in the darkness of the room, alone with her grief, choosing instead to look out for her from outside.



The end