Yeah, believe it or not, I'm actually alive and have full control over my writing abilities. I am so extremely sorry for those that waited so patiently for this chapter. My muse for this particular story left me for quite some time, then I re-read Krista Perry's Epic story 'Hearts of Ice". If you haven't read it yet, do so immedietly, read it before you read this story, if you must, it is just so fantastic. Y'all have no idea!
Okay, but enough about me, onto the story.
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Just kidding, one more thing about me, well actually you too. I love it when you guys review, even if it's jsut to say "Wow, this rocks!" or "Wow, this sucks!". But if you could, leave out "bastard" from all reviews. Yeah, you can imagine how inspired I am to write when someone writes "You're a bastard for writing so well!" even if it was meant as a compliment, it didn't seem like one. It's all I'm saying...I can handle"You suck for writing so well" or even "You suck for writing so poorly" but let's leave the more vulgar words out of it, mmmm'kay? Great
I don't own Ranma 1/2.
Chapter 2
The gods were defeated, all the obstacles, well the physical ones, were behind him. All he had to do was walk through the doors.
Yes, just put your hands on the wood and push, just like you've done a hundred times.
Yet somehow putting the action into practice was a lot harder.
Ranma could just imagine what he would find behind door number one. His fiance, the girl he had even referred to as 'his Akane' in so many mental debates with himself, would be on the arm of another man. A man that had kidnapped her, held her prisoner, and hurt her family and friends, was the one she choose over him.
Which had to make him think about how awful he must be that she could choose that pompous prince. Ranma knew that the fiance thing must be hard on her, heck it was hard on him just watching other guys look at her. He also knew that his curse and the abnormal attraction to cold water that came with it must be horrible to deal with. But was Kirin so much better?
Ranma looked at the white washed doors again, and ran his fingers through his mane of black hair. Maybe all the name calling, the fights, the glaring, and the competition had become too much for Akane. Was it possible that she really was through with him?
"Iie!"
The small, scared cry from the room in front of him silenced the debate and sent him bursting through the doors.
"Akane!"
The girl turned to him, tears running down her eyes.
Ranma had to take a few seconds to find breath. The large white kimono covered her small body and added a grace that previously only Shampoo had mastered. A huge headpiece with rubies and saphires sat on her head, pushing her dark bangs over her eyes. Her soft brown eyes that were leaking tears, but looking to him for hope.
The same eyes that had held so much shame when he had found her kissing Kirin.
Ranma launched himself a good twenty feet, putting himself between the two halves of the scrolls. His blue-grey eyes met the identical one's of Kirin.
"Mind telling me what you think you're doin' here?"
"My bride and I grew impatient waiting for your arrival. We didn't think you would be man enough to actually make good on your challenge." He said in his arrogant tone.
"I never--!"
Akane's opposition was cut off as Ranma spun around, glared at her then snatched the scroll from her hand.
"I'm not surprised that you didn't have enough honor to wait."
Kirin sneered at the blow, but accepted it. He always knew that he had a bit of an impatient streak, and prince's were bound to have a bit of humility. But giving away both his bride and his scroll were not goign to happen anytime soon.
"Do not be so quick to tell me what I am. Now return the scroll to my bride."
Ranma shook his head, sending his pig-tail flopping against his neck. He simply tucked the scroll into his belt and stepped out into the middle of the room. Ranma's leg spread out as he held up his fists. Neither combatant noticed as a birage of martial artists stormed the room.
"We fight for it. You win and you can pick this scroll off of my dead body. If I win, I get both halves. Got it? You and me, no other gods."
Kirin nodded and promptly removed his chopsticks from his belt.
Ranma smirked, feeling the confidence come back to him.
'I will win.'
Akane had seen the others enter and had rushed over to her father, giving him a brief hug. Mr. Saotome, Ryouga, Shampoo, Mouse, Kuno, Lychee, and Happosai were now gathered in a semi-circle around the two combatants.
'Please, Ranma, you can't loose!'
The fight waged on.
Hours, as it seemed to all participants, must have passed before the massive cylinder of water had settled down leaving a huge lake where a grand castle had been.
Ranma tugged on the arm he was holding and swam towards the surface. He immedietly started treading water and pulled the body closer to himself. Her eyes were still shut, but she was breathing, which at least made him feel somewhat relieved.
But his inner voice still cursed at him. In the moment of truth he had left the scrolls, the scrolls that controlled the fate of the world, to Kirin in order to save Akane. The kiss between Akane and Kirin hadn't even occured to him in that moment, all he knew was that Akane was in trouble and it was clear Kirin would do nothing to save her. His instincts had kicked in and he had swum with all of his waning energy to her and had gathered him in his arms untill the cyclone of water had settled down.
Now all that she had done came back and slapped him in the face. She had once again managed to set Kirin in the lead. He had the scrolls, he had the power, and Ranma had nothing but an unconcious Akane in his arms.
Slowly he dragged him and Akane out of the water until he could set her on the shore. Kirin was there, standing hunched over something only a few feet away. Ranma was surprised to see the two halves of the scrolls lying forgotten at his own feet. He sat down, next to the still Akane and picked up both halves. He slowly moved the pieces together and flinched when a small light appeared between the two and promptly fixed the tear.
Relieved that the world hadn't ended he unrolled the now whole scroll and began reading. Or tried to read, rather. It was written in a strange form of Chinese. All Ranma could recognize were small pictures of what looked like vegetables.
"What the?"
The prince turned at the sound of his rivals voice and moved away from the waking form of Lychee. Kirin sighed seeing that the scrolls had been brought together.
"Now you know the secret." he hung his head in shame as he approached Ranma.
The younger martial artists held the scroll protectively and turned to Kirin.
"Not really. I can't read it. Hey, why hasn't the world ended or anythin'?"
Kirin fixed him with a puzzled look and gazed down at Akane. The ornamental head piece was gone, and the kimono was ripped in some places.
"Is she all right?"
"Yeah, yeah, answer my question will you?"
The sun suddenly peaked over a nearby hill and mirrored itself with the waves of the lake. All the young martial artists of Nerima and the lucky gods rushed over to where Ranma and Kirin stood staring at each other.
Shampoo wasted no time in glomping Ranma, something he completely ignored. She let go, sensing how stiff he stood and how angry he was. The scroll caught her attention and she leaned over his shoulder to look at it. The small pictographs made perfect sense to her. She skimmed a few lines and smiled.
"Ranma-aireen! No is end of world! Is recipe!"
The gods remained standing but everyone else simply toppled over. Ranma recovered and was looking over the scroll, as if he could actually read it.
"Whaddya mean it's a recipe??!!"
Kirin smirked.
"What else would it be?" He reached out and took the scroll, "An ancient recipe for a good marriage." He looked back at Lychee who was staring up at him from the ground.
Ranma rolled his eyes and rubbed his head, "So, what, you're not going to marry Akane, now?"
Kirin looked back at him, for the first time the tinge of competition wasn't in his eyes.
"She isn't the one."
"Yeah, well if you think that I'm gonna-"
A cough to his right quickly made him turn. Akane spit out a bit of water and started to sit up. Once again his instincts were in overdrive as he dove to her side and laid a hand on her back.
She met his eyes, then turned hers aways. Ranma caught the aura of disgrace.
"Akane-"
"Ranma! I'm so sorry!"
Ranma found himself encircled by her small arms. His already wet shirt was getting resoaked with her tears.
Suddenly the kiss didn't seem important. Ranma had always been like that. What was most important were the things that were right in front of him.
So what if they had kissed. Shampoo, and as gross and horrible as it was, Kuno had kissed him on many occasions, but he sure as hell didn't want them.
He smiled, once again she was HIS Akane.
Ranma gently returned the hug and brought the two of them to their feet.
He looked her strait in the eyes, winked and then smiled.
"Jeez, kawaiikune, think I care about somethin' like that?"
Akane's first reaction was to get mad, but she saw his grin and couldn't help but admit to herself how lucky she was to have him.
The other's had turned away and had gone off at the mention of a large meal now that all was resolved. Akane and Ranma were left alone.
Akane was surprised and elated to feel Ranma's arms go around her waist and pull her closer to him.
He had closed his eyes and was leaning a tilted head down to hers.
She smiled and closed her own eyes and started to lean up. His head completely missed hers as his lips brushed her ear.
"Just don't let it happen ever again."
Meh, muh ha ha the end.
Wondering about the missing action sequence-Well, it's just like the original movie. I figure I would only hurt the story by adding my pitiful retelling of it.
Thanks for reading.
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Okay, but enough about me, onto the story.
...
Just kidding, one more thing about me, well actually you too. I love it when you guys review, even if it's jsut to say "Wow, this rocks!" or "Wow, this sucks!". But if you could, leave out "bastard" from all reviews. Yeah, you can imagine how inspired I am to write when someone writes "You're a bastard for writing so well!" even if it was meant as a compliment, it didn't seem like one. It's all I'm saying...I can handle"You suck for writing so well" or even "You suck for writing so poorly" but let's leave the more vulgar words out of it, mmmm'kay? Great
I don't own Ranma 1/2.
Chapter 2
The gods were defeated, all the obstacles, well the physical ones, were behind him. All he had to do was walk through the doors.
Yes, just put your hands on the wood and push, just like you've done a hundred times.
Yet somehow putting the action into practice was a lot harder.
Ranma could just imagine what he would find behind door number one. His fiance, the girl he had even referred to as 'his Akane' in so many mental debates with himself, would be on the arm of another man. A man that had kidnapped her, held her prisoner, and hurt her family and friends, was the one she choose over him.
Which had to make him think about how awful he must be that she could choose that pompous prince. Ranma knew that the fiance thing must be hard on her, heck it was hard on him just watching other guys look at her. He also knew that his curse and the abnormal attraction to cold water that came with it must be horrible to deal with. But was Kirin so much better?
Ranma looked at the white washed doors again, and ran his fingers through his mane of black hair. Maybe all the name calling, the fights, the glaring, and the competition had become too much for Akane. Was it possible that she really was through with him?
"Iie!"
The small, scared cry from the room in front of him silenced the debate and sent him bursting through the doors.
"Akane!"
The girl turned to him, tears running down her eyes.
Ranma had to take a few seconds to find breath. The large white kimono covered her small body and added a grace that previously only Shampoo had mastered. A huge headpiece with rubies and saphires sat on her head, pushing her dark bangs over her eyes. Her soft brown eyes that were leaking tears, but looking to him for hope.
The same eyes that had held so much shame when he had found her kissing Kirin.
Ranma launched himself a good twenty feet, putting himself between the two halves of the scrolls. His blue-grey eyes met the identical one's of Kirin.
"Mind telling me what you think you're doin' here?"
"My bride and I grew impatient waiting for your arrival. We didn't think you would be man enough to actually make good on your challenge." He said in his arrogant tone.
"I never--!"
Akane's opposition was cut off as Ranma spun around, glared at her then snatched the scroll from her hand.
"I'm not surprised that you didn't have enough honor to wait."
Kirin sneered at the blow, but accepted it. He always knew that he had a bit of an impatient streak, and prince's were bound to have a bit of humility. But giving away both his bride and his scroll were not goign to happen anytime soon.
"Do not be so quick to tell me what I am. Now return the scroll to my bride."
Ranma shook his head, sending his pig-tail flopping against his neck. He simply tucked the scroll into his belt and stepped out into the middle of the room. Ranma's leg spread out as he held up his fists. Neither combatant noticed as a birage of martial artists stormed the room.
"We fight for it. You win and you can pick this scroll off of my dead body. If I win, I get both halves. Got it? You and me, no other gods."
Kirin nodded and promptly removed his chopsticks from his belt.
Ranma smirked, feeling the confidence come back to him.
'I will win.'
Akane had seen the others enter and had rushed over to her father, giving him a brief hug. Mr. Saotome, Ryouga, Shampoo, Mouse, Kuno, Lychee, and Happosai were now gathered in a semi-circle around the two combatants.
'Please, Ranma, you can't loose!'
The fight waged on.
Hours, as it seemed to all participants, must have passed before the massive cylinder of water had settled down leaving a huge lake where a grand castle had been.
Ranma tugged on the arm he was holding and swam towards the surface. He immedietly started treading water and pulled the body closer to himself. Her eyes were still shut, but she was breathing, which at least made him feel somewhat relieved.
But his inner voice still cursed at him. In the moment of truth he had left the scrolls, the scrolls that controlled the fate of the world, to Kirin in order to save Akane. The kiss between Akane and Kirin hadn't even occured to him in that moment, all he knew was that Akane was in trouble and it was clear Kirin would do nothing to save her. His instincts had kicked in and he had swum with all of his waning energy to her and had gathered him in his arms untill the cyclone of water had settled down.
Now all that she had done came back and slapped him in the face. She had once again managed to set Kirin in the lead. He had the scrolls, he had the power, and Ranma had nothing but an unconcious Akane in his arms.
Slowly he dragged him and Akane out of the water until he could set her on the shore. Kirin was there, standing hunched over something only a few feet away. Ranma was surprised to see the two halves of the scrolls lying forgotten at his own feet. He sat down, next to the still Akane and picked up both halves. He slowly moved the pieces together and flinched when a small light appeared between the two and promptly fixed the tear.
Relieved that the world hadn't ended he unrolled the now whole scroll and began reading. Or tried to read, rather. It was written in a strange form of Chinese. All Ranma could recognize were small pictures of what looked like vegetables.
"What the?"
The prince turned at the sound of his rivals voice and moved away from the waking form of Lychee. Kirin sighed seeing that the scrolls had been brought together.
"Now you know the secret." he hung his head in shame as he approached Ranma.
The younger martial artists held the scroll protectively and turned to Kirin.
"Not really. I can't read it. Hey, why hasn't the world ended or anythin'?"
Kirin fixed him with a puzzled look and gazed down at Akane. The ornamental head piece was gone, and the kimono was ripped in some places.
"Is she all right?"
"Yeah, yeah, answer my question will you?"
The sun suddenly peaked over a nearby hill and mirrored itself with the waves of the lake. All the young martial artists of Nerima and the lucky gods rushed over to where Ranma and Kirin stood staring at each other.
Shampoo wasted no time in glomping Ranma, something he completely ignored. She let go, sensing how stiff he stood and how angry he was. The scroll caught her attention and she leaned over his shoulder to look at it. The small pictographs made perfect sense to her. She skimmed a few lines and smiled.
"Ranma-aireen! No is end of world! Is recipe!"
The gods remained standing but everyone else simply toppled over. Ranma recovered and was looking over the scroll, as if he could actually read it.
"Whaddya mean it's a recipe??!!"
Kirin smirked.
"What else would it be?" He reached out and took the scroll, "An ancient recipe for a good marriage." He looked back at Lychee who was staring up at him from the ground.
Ranma rolled his eyes and rubbed his head, "So, what, you're not going to marry Akane, now?"
Kirin looked back at him, for the first time the tinge of competition wasn't in his eyes.
"She isn't the one."
"Yeah, well if you think that I'm gonna-"
A cough to his right quickly made him turn. Akane spit out a bit of water and started to sit up. Once again his instincts were in overdrive as he dove to her side and laid a hand on her back.
She met his eyes, then turned hers aways. Ranma caught the aura of disgrace.
"Akane-"
"Ranma! I'm so sorry!"
Ranma found himself encircled by her small arms. His already wet shirt was getting resoaked with her tears.
Suddenly the kiss didn't seem important. Ranma had always been like that. What was most important were the things that were right in front of him.
So what if they had kissed. Shampoo, and as gross and horrible as it was, Kuno had kissed him on many occasions, but he sure as hell didn't want them.
He smiled, once again she was HIS Akane.
Ranma gently returned the hug and brought the two of them to their feet.
He looked her strait in the eyes, winked and then smiled.
"Jeez, kawaiikune, think I care about somethin' like that?"
Akane's first reaction was to get mad, but she saw his grin and couldn't help but admit to herself how lucky she was to have him.
The other's had turned away and had gone off at the mention of a large meal now that all was resolved. Akane and Ranma were left alone.
Akane was surprised and elated to feel Ranma's arms go around her waist and pull her closer to him.
He had closed his eyes and was leaning a tilted head down to hers.
She smiled and closed her own eyes and started to lean up. His head completely missed hers as his lips brushed her ear.
"Just don't let it happen ever again."
Meh, muh ha ha the end.
Wondering about the missing action sequence-Well, it's just like the original movie. I figure I would only hurt the story by adding my pitiful retelling of it.
Thanks for reading.
Press the button down-----------------------------------------Here to review.