Tears 2, lace masks
By Rojan (samrjk@yahoo.com)
Frente - Bizarre love triangle
I'm living a life I can't leave behind. There is no sense in telling me the
wisdom of a fool who set you free. But that's the way it goes and that's the
way no way knows. I get down on my knees and pray waiting for those words. Why
can't we be the way we use to be? Every time I see you falling, I get down on
my knees and pray waiting for that final moment waiting for those words I can't
say."
---
Standard Disclaimer
1'm n0+ l33+ 3n0ugh +0 m4k3 +h353 ch4r4c+3r5 0f r4nm4 0n3 h4lf.
Translation -I'm not good enough to make these characters of Ranma 1/2.
---
Auth notes:
I did not really plan to continue this series but let see how this goes. POV of
Ranma.
---
The world seems to be riding high on ecstasy. I awoke quickly, my chest heaved
quickly back and forward as if it were trying to expel some foreign object in my
chest. My fists pained me. They dripped blood slowly of my crimson fists.
Several long slivers raced down my fists. One more dream plagued me while I was
sleeping. I was flying in the air. Suspended from the fearful earth's grip.
It was such a thrill to be in the sky without the use of punted up here. The
city shined as if they were diamonds on a jeweler's black velvet showcase. I
was soaring through out the towers of steel that surrounded me. I even saw the
dojo. I spiraled down towards it kicking up dust and young couple's drinks. I
saw a small child crying in a white picket crib. I placed my hands as close as
I could towards the glass. The glass was as cold as if it was dipped in ice,
leaving palms prints all around. I turned my head to see the small infant fall
down onto the hard ground. My breath left me as I stared attentively at the
fallen child. I wondered where could the parents be. No one came. I smacked
the glass repeatedly to get at the child to no avail. I threw myself back and
shoulder rushed the glass. The glass gave way and fell and shattered into tears
and in the center laid the child. I grasped the child in my forearms. The
child was as cold as well. It breathed light, gasping little puffs of steam
into the air. Somehow I knew who this child was and it scared me. I have never
truly tasted the lingering sense of fear for another, but I knew it.
---
The sound of splintering wood and cement blocks thundered through out the dojo.
I could here my own name shouted as if it were a war cry and then the sound of
shattering material. I wondered when did everything become my fault. I slipped
into my very comfortable black pants and black vest. Pop was hoarding his food
like a baby craves a teething ring. Not a scrape of food was going to get out
of that person today. I smiled lightly. I had something, something different.
I had someone I meet and even connected to last night. It was something out of
one of those corny romance mangas that Nabiki reads. Not that I would read one,
it had some sword and martial arts on the cover. I saw Akane tearing up the
wooden dummy with the word, 'Ranma' on it. I let out a breath, when will that
girl ever stop trying to blame everything on me. Valentine's day was coming up
very soon. I watched as Mr. Tendo was strolling out onto the wooden porch. He
looked very blissful. I have never truly seen him at peace with himself. He
was a broken man to me. It was as if he lost his soul and everything else when
his wife passed away. Sometimes I want to believe that there is still that same
man who loves his daughters and wife with a passion still lingers in that hollow
shell of his. I wondered if he still saw the legacy of his wife in his own
daughters. Soun was fiddling with a light worn ring in his hand. He would
twirl it around in his right letting the light flicker off it. I walked across
the floor slowly up to him. He makes no gesture to get up but he invites me to
sit. "What are you thinking about Mr. Tendo?" I asked. He replied that he was
remembering a time long ago. To a place back around 23 years ago when he was
about my age.
---Flashback---
He was still living in this same dojo as the son to Akira Tendo, master of the
Stone fist style. It was a day that he was never going to forget. He went and
trained for hours on end. He was going to be the best at what he was going to
do. Until his greatest rival came on that day. He boasted that he could defeat
anyone in his school until Valentines Day came. Soun had sat down in his desk,
already waiting for the day to end. His rival came into the room. His rival
had causally walked across the floor to the teacher's desk. Soun had regarded
the new person with great interest. He could tell by the steady stance and the
walk and poise of a person born and trained in the arts. Like Akane, he jumped
at the chance to show off his skills and to become better at what he was. His
rival was introduced and was told to sit behind Soun. He had asked the person
to spar with him after school. It was agreed and they meet in the center of the
foreground area of the school. The person whipped out the weapons of choice.
Two perfect bokkens grasped and in a ready stance. Soun tightened the binds to
his fists and even giving them a test punch into his palm signaled that he was
ready. The match began and ended quickly though, too much of Soun's dismay that
he had lost so easily. He trained over a year. Several times it had ended the
same. Until finally exactly a year later he took his revenge. It was so
satisfying to have finally defeated his most heated enemy. And yet looking at
her fallen figure, he felt sadden to have had completed his task. He had scoped
her up and had even taken her back for medical treatment. When she came to, she
didn't seem angry, much to Soun's relief, but rather pleased. She had glommed
onto him and kissed him full on the lips. Soun struggled in vain as he yelled
for anyone, a doctor, nurse or even a panda. Since then that day had become
special to him. I asked who was your rival anyway, and he replied, "my wife,
Kimiko." He said savoring her name.
---Flashback end---
"And when I told my parents what had happened, they seeked out an arranged
marriage with her." I told him wow, it seems that Akane has some qualities of
her mother. He looked a bit puzzled as to how that might be. I replied that
she is a martial artist and a very strong willed woman. I asked him that what
if you hadn't defeated Kimiko, what might have happened? He replied to me that
she would have beaten me down until we went out. She was a very strong woman,
but a very gentle and kind one at that.
I reached into my own pockets to pull out my own wallet. I searched through its
meager contents to find that I had only enough for a single rose. I was hoping
I had more. I felt my own angry rise at pop. Unfortunately, he had a habit of
"borrowing," and not even asking. I might have to beat it into him that I
wasn't a bank. But all I can think of is what am I going to do, I do not have
enough cash to get a good gift for someone special I meet last night. What am I
going to do?
I had gotten off my but to think of what I could do when I was violently pulled
from behind. I turned around to find Akane was the one who did the deed. She
had wanted me to spar with her a bit. I felt something was different. It sort
of felt like a lost object in the room. I tried to put on the cocky face and
try to spar with her as I always have. I ducked and dodged all of her attacks.
Of course this only spurred her on that I was being a jerk for not taking her
training more seriously. She never had the patients or adaptability to a
situation. I honked her nose through a flaw in her own defense. She squeaked
as I had done the deed. I laughed as she resumed her assault. She fumed a bit
and thrusted all her might into her punches. Her punches went past me slowly as
though she were going in slow motion. I only smiled as I ducked under a few
haymakers. I would only push her to signify points in her defense. All and all
this ended in her landing on her butt.
I strolled out of the house. I walked side by side to my shadow against the
wall. I jumped lightly onto the top of the wall. I was watching the world go
by as I try to keep up with it. I wandered until the set of small stores on the
corner before the school. They were a series of mom and pop stores that never
seemed to do go or bad. There was a small post office, restaurants and a flora
stand. The man working there looked to be about 30, but his hair and beard had
turned gray a long time ago. I gazed across his selection. Another guy was
staring at the floral, and then turned to open his pocket of meager yen.
"Please sir, could you just come down on the price for this rose?" he asked.
The vendor was pretty stern on his asking price. I could understand, any lower
and he would be losing money. The young man looked dejected. He was saying
that he had to pay off his loans and wanted to get that single flower for his
sweetheart. He was a pitiful sight to me. He had dropped to his knees and
raised his hands while closing his eyes. He asked Kami for a couple yen. I
looked back at my own little pocket of change. I strolled by him. As I was a
few feet away from me, he yelled at me to stop. I turned around to see him. He
said thanks for the extra yen for his honey's flower. He wanted to do something
to help me. I politely refused, but darn that guy was persistent. He handed me
a single playing card. I turned it over to find that it was the ace of clubs.
"That card has brought me luck, take it." He ran back while I stared at it. "A
playing card how is this good luck?" I thought. It had a sharp edge to one side
and had the gambling king's sign on one side while the fool's god on the other.
I reached the school. I had the perfect plan to end this.
---
I sat down in a small corner of Nabiki's room. It was very hard to get in here
unnoticed by the other crazy members of this household. The door had started to
open. I quickly dashed to hide my presence. Nabiki walked across towards her
bed. Her own hair billows in the afternoon wind. She brushed her lock of hair
as it falls back in the same way. It was time to set my silly but clever plan
into action. I drop down as silently as a cat. I reach behind me and slip a
small orange flower behind her right ear. I wanted to steal a kiss like in the
movies. At first I was a bit startled by this fact. But I tried to reason my
actions that it would be all right, or would it. I didn't really notice the arm
that came behind me. I feel back due to the shock. I closed my eyes not
wanting to see who it could be. I slowly turn my head and opened my eyes to see
that Nabiki and grabbed me from behind. "Ahh, hi Nabi." She had sat up with my
head in her lap and she kissed me passionately. That was one of the biggest
shocks in my life. Of course my kisses were a bit awkward. Our tongues battle
for a few seconds. I listened to her heartbeats. "One, two, three, four," I
thought. I grew to like that crooked smile of hers. I could stay like this
forever, but fate intervened. "RRRAAANNNMMMAA!" a scream of rage rang through
out the dojo. I was never tossed so forceful that I couldn't even get my
barring on where I was. I impacted on a large boulder kicking my head back. I
caught a glimpse of my attacker. It was Ryouga. I had all the air knocked out
of me. He was in a berserker state. I put up a weak defense against his
onslaught. All I saw was his blurry state and my last waking moment was the
taste of the blood in my mouth.
I sort of snaped out of my own hazzyness as to why Ryouga had stopped pounding
me into the wall. I was lifted into the air one handed at my own neck. I could
feel the slowly grip crushing it slowly. Ryouga had only turnned to find what
he considered a flea. Nabiki had been desperately trying to hold the lost boy
by the neck but to no avial. To me, the whole scene was burrily. I could only
pick out the swift back hand to the girl's face sending her down to the ground.
Her head slowly landed on the grass. The bastard only laughed at me, as if I
was the one who tortured him all his life. I could still see his smile. I
would have screamed for Nabiki. In my mind, the only thing that flashed to me
was the first kiss we shared. I could feel my heart beat pound as I thought
about it. To tell you the truth, I hated Ryouga's guts right then and there and
I never held a gruge. I raised my right hand to his right wrist. I spun myself
to the left into the air. With my own momentium, I forced all of my own power
into my left kick behind his head. I heard the awful sound of bones crashing
together as the boy crashed down hard onto the grass. I was panting hard,
trying to gain the feel of air back into my own lungs.
---Auth notes
Well I know, laziness is written all over my face. I had a request to continue
this. Well one more chapter and that is probably the last chapter to end this
silly side story of mine. Still trying to perfect the next chapter. E-mail me
on what you think is going to happen in my next no title chapter. Also yes I
borrowed a bit from my No title 2 chapter 11 about Soun's history.
By Rojan (samrjk@yahoo.com)
Frente - Bizarre love triangle
I'm living a life I can't leave behind. There is no sense in telling me the
wisdom of a fool who set you free. But that's the way it goes and that's the
way no way knows. I get down on my knees and pray waiting for those words. Why
can't we be the way we use to be? Every time I see you falling, I get down on
my knees and pray waiting for that final moment waiting for those words I can't
say."
---
Standard Disclaimer
1'm n0+ l33+ 3n0ugh +0 m4k3 +h353 ch4r4c+3r5 0f r4nm4 0n3 h4lf.
Translation -I'm not good enough to make these characters of Ranma 1/2.
---
Auth notes:
I did not really plan to continue this series but let see how this goes. POV of
Ranma.
---
The world seems to be riding high on ecstasy. I awoke quickly, my chest heaved
quickly back and forward as if it were trying to expel some foreign object in my
chest. My fists pained me. They dripped blood slowly of my crimson fists.
Several long slivers raced down my fists. One more dream plagued me while I was
sleeping. I was flying in the air. Suspended from the fearful earth's grip.
It was such a thrill to be in the sky without the use of punted up here. The
city shined as if they were diamonds on a jeweler's black velvet showcase. I
was soaring through out the towers of steel that surrounded me. I even saw the
dojo. I spiraled down towards it kicking up dust and young couple's drinks. I
saw a small child crying in a white picket crib. I placed my hands as close as
I could towards the glass. The glass was as cold as if it was dipped in ice,
leaving palms prints all around. I turned my head to see the small infant fall
down onto the hard ground. My breath left me as I stared attentively at the
fallen child. I wondered where could the parents be. No one came. I smacked
the glass repeatedly to get at the child to no avail. I threw myself back and
shoulder rushed the glass. The glass gave way and fell and shattered into tears
and in the center laid the child. I grasped the child in my forearms. The
child was as cold as well. It breathed light, gasping little puffs of steam
into the air. Somehow I knew who this child was and it scared me. I have never
truly tasted the lingering sense of fear for another, but I knew it.
---
The sound of splintering wood and cement blocks thundered through out the dojo.
I could here my own name shouted as if it were a war cry and then the sound of
shattering material. I wondered when did everything become my fault. I slipped
into my very comfortable black pants and black vest. Pop was hoarding his food
like a baby craves a teething ring. Not a scrape of food was going to get out
of that person today. I smiled lightly. I had something, something different.
I had someone I meet and even connected to last night. It was something out of
one of those corny romance mangas that Nabiki reads. Not that I would read one,
it had some sword and martial arts on the cover. I saw Akane tearing up the
wooden dummy with the word, 'Ranma' on it. I let out a breath, when will that
girl ever stop trying to blame everything on me. Valentine's day was coming up
very soon. I watched as Mr. Tendo was strolling out onto the wooden porch. He
looked very blissful. I have never truly seen him at peace with himself. He
was a broken man to me. It was as if he lost his soul and everything else when
his wife passed away. Sometimes I want to believe that there is still that same
man who loves his daughters and wife with a passion still lingers in that hollow
shell of his. I wondered if he still saw the legacy of his wife in his own
daughters. Soun was fiddling with a light worn ring in his hand. He would
twirl it around in his right letting the light flicker off it. I walked across
the floor slowly up to him. He makes no gesture to get up but he invites me to
sit. "What are you thinking about Mr. Tendo?" I asked. He replied that he was
remembering a time long ago. To a place back around 23 years ago when he was
about my age.
---Flashback---
He was still living in this same dojo as the son to Akira Tendo, master of the
Stone fist style. It was a day that he was never going to forget. He went and
trained for hours on end. He was going to be the best at what he was going to
do. Until his greatest rival came on that day. He boasted that he could defeat
anyone in his school until Valentines Day came. Soun had sat down in his desk,
already waiting for the day to end. His rival came into the room. His rival
had causally walked across the floor to the teacher's desk. Soun had regarded
the new person with great interest. He could tell by the steady stance and the
walk and poise of a person born and trained in the arts. Like Akane, he jumped
at the chance to show off his skills and to become better at what he was. His
rival was introduced and was told to sit behind Soun. He had asked the person
to spar with him after school. It was agreed and they meet in the center of the
foreground area of the school. The person whipped out the weapons of choice.
Two perfect bokkens grasped and in a ready stance. Soun tightened the binds to
his fists and even giving them a test punch into his palm signaled that he was
ready. The match began and ended quickly though, too much of Soun's dismay that
he had lost so easily. He trained over a year. Several times it had ended the
same. Until finally exactly a year later he took his revenge. It was so
satisfying to have finally defeated his most heated enemy. And yet looking at
her fallen figure, he felt sadden to have had completed his task. He had scoped
her up and had even taken her back for medical treatment. When she came to, she
didn't seem angry, much to Soun's relief, but rather pleased. She had glommed
onto him and kissed him full on the lips. Soun struggled in vain as he yelled
for anyone, a doctor, nurse or even a panda. Since then that day had become
special to him. I asked who was your rival anyway, and he replied, "my wife,
Kimiko." He said savoring her name.
---Flashback end---
"And when I told my parents what had happened, they seeked out an arranged
marriage with her." I told him wow, it seems that Akane has some qualities of
her mother. He looked a bit puzzled as to how that might be. I replied that
she is a martial artist and a very strong willed woman. I asked him that what
if you hadn't defeated Kimiko, what might have happened? He replied to me that
she would have beaten me down until we went out. She was a very strong woman,
but a very gentle and kind one at that.
I reached into my own pockets to pull out my own wallet. I searched through its
meager contents to find that I had only enough for a single rose. I was hoping
I had more. I felt my own angry rise at pop. Unfortunately, he had a habit of
"borrowing," and not even asking. I might have to beat it into him that I
wasn't a bank. But all I can think of is what am I going to do, I do not have
enough cash to get a good gift for someone special I meet last night. What am I
going to do?
I had gotten off my but to think of what I could do when I was violently pulled
from behind. I turned around to find Akane was the one who did the deed. She
had wanted me to spar with her a bit. I felt something was different. It sort
of felt like a lost object in the room. I tried to put on the cocky face and
try to spar with her as I always have. I ducked and dodged all of her attacks.
Of course this only spurred her on that I was being a jerk for not taking her
training more seriously. She never had the patients or adaptability to a
situation. I honked her nose through a flaw in her own defense. She squeaked
as I had done the deed. I laughed as she resumed her assault. She fumed a bit
and thrusted all her might into her punches. Her punches went past me slowly as
though she were going in slow motion. I only smiled as I ducked under a few
haymakers. I would only push her to signify points in her defense. All and all
this ended in her landing on her butt.
I strolled out of the house. I walked side by side to my shadow against the
wall. I jumped lightly onto the top of the wall. I was watching the world go
by as I try to keep up with it. I wandered until the set of small stores on the
corner before the school. They were a series of mom and pop stores that never
seemed to do go or bad. There was a small post office, restaurants and a flora
stand. The man working there looked to be about 30, but his hair and beard had
turned gray a long time ago. I gazed across his selection. Another guy was
staring at the floral, and then turned to open his pocket of meager yen.
"Please sir, could you just come down on the price for this rose?" he asked.
The vendor was pretty stern on his asking price. I could understand, any lower
and he would be losing money. The young man looked dejected. He was saying
that he had to pay off his loans and wanted to get that single flower for his
sweetheart. He was a pitiful sight to me. He had dropped to his knees and
raised his hands while closing his eyes. He asked Kami for a couple yen. I
looked back at my own little pocket of change. I strolled by him. As I was a
few feet away from me, he yelled at me to stop. I turned around to see him. He
said thanks for the extra yen for his honey's flower. He wanted to do something
to help me. I politely refused, but darn that guy was persistent. He handed me
a single playing card. I turned it over to find that it was the ace of clubs.
"That card has brought me luck, take it." He ran back while I stared at it. "A
playing card how is this good luck?" I thought. It had a sharp edge to one side
and had the gambling king's sign on one side while the fool's god on the other.
I reached the school. I had the perfect plan to end this.
---
I sat down in a small corner of Nabiki's room. It was very hard to get in here
unnoticed by the other crazy members of this household. The door had started to
open. I quickly dashed to hide my presence. Nabiki walked across towards her
bed. Her own hair billows in the afternoon wind. She brushed her lock of hair
as it falls back in the same way. It was time to set my silly but clever plan
into action. I drop down as silently as a cat. I reach behind me and slip a
small orange flower behind her right ear. I wanted to steal a kiss like in the
movies. At first I was a bit startled by this fact. But I tried to reason my
actions that it would be all right, or would it. I didn't really notice the arm
that came behind me. I feel back due to the shock. I closed my eyes not
wanting to see who it could be. I slowly turn my head and opened my eyes to see
that Nabiki and grabbed me from behind. "Ahh, hi Nabi." She had sat up with my
head in her lap and she kissed me passionately. That was one of the biggest
shocks in my life. Of course my kisses were a bit awkward. Our tongues battle
for a few seconds. I listened to her heartbeats. "One, two, three, four," I
thought. I grew to like that crooked smile of hers. I could stay like this
forever, but fate intervened. "RRRAAANNNMMMAA!" a scream of rage rang through
out the dojo. I was never tossed so forceful that I couldn't even get my
barring on where I was. I impacted on a large boulder kicking my head back. I
caught a glimpse of my attacker. It was Ryouga. I had all the air knocked out
of me. He was in a berserker state. I put up a weak defense against his
onslaught. All I saw was his blurry state and my last waking moment was the
taste of the blood in my mouth.
I sort of snaped out of my own hazzyness as to why Ryouga had stopped pounding
me into the wall. I was lifted into the air one handed at my own neck. I could
feel the slowly grip crushing it slowly. Ryouga had only turnned to find what
he considered a flea. Nabiki had been desperately trying to hold the lost boy
by the neck but to no avial. To me, the whole scene was burrily. I could only
pick out the swift back hand to the girl's face sending her down to the ground.
Her head slowly landed on the grass. The bastard only laughed at me, as if I
was the one who tortured him all his life. I could still see his smile. I
would have screamed for Nabiki. In my mind, the only thing that flashed to me
was the first kiss we shared. I could feel my heart beat pound as I thought
about it. To tell you the truth, I hated Ryouga's guts right then and there and
I never held a gruge. I raised my right hand to his right wrist. I spun myself
to the left into the air. With my own momentium, I forced all of my own power
into my left kick behind his head. I heard the awful sound of bones crashing
together as the boy crashed down hard onto the grass. I was panting hard,
trying to gain the feel of air back into my own lungs.
---Auth notes
Well I know, laziness is written all over my face. I had a request to continue
this. Well one more chapter and that is probably the last chapter to end this
silly side story of mine. Still trying to perfect the next chapter. E-mail me
on what you think is going to happen in my next no title chapter. Also yes I
borrowed a bit from my No title 2 chapter 11 about Soun's history.
