I Love Ranma Saotome

          I love Ranma Saotome.  There, I said it- though I've made sure no one else could hear me.  Does that make me a coward?  Maybe.  But I'm no fool; I know it could never work between us.  There are just too many obstacles between us that can never be overcome.

            I take a deep breath, thinking back to that first day when Ranma quite literally dropped in on me.  The sun had just set, and a calm breeze blew through the yard, gently ringing the wind chime.  Yes, it was just like any other evening.

            And than he appeared.  Our eyes met briefly, and for an instant, his soul was revealed to me, and mine to him.  I knew than that this was who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.  And than he turned away, the moment forgotten to him.  He was upset with his father at the time, and was looking to go pay him back.

            As we practically live together, I see him almost everyday.  I've come to treasure those brief moments we share together.  For I know that someday, he will make his decision and leave with some girl, and I'll never see him again.

            I feel a sharp pang in my chest, and try not to think about that day.  To enjoy the present.  Enjoy his company while it lasts, and not think about the future.

            Hehe, he just ran by again, this time in girl form.  Sure, I found his curse a little…unsettling at first.  But he's in that form nearly every time we're close, so I quickly came to accept it.  You can't have one without the other.  And I wouldn't admit this to anyone around here, but he is pretty cute in that form.

            Not that I prefer it though.  I can't think of a better way to enjoy the afternoon than watching him practice his Kata; well-toned muscles moving with grace, sweat highlighting his masculine form.

            I glance at my sisters and the others I call my family.  The one with the scheming expression is attending to something no doubt dastardly, and the violent one is…well, being violent as usual.  Everyday, I find myself losing more and more respect for them.  How can they not see Ranma as I do?

            I could never tell them my feelings for Ranma; they would never understand.  So I have to be content in just watching my beloved from afar.  I wish that he would pay more attention to me, spend a little more time getting to know me…and sometimes I wish he would just march right up and kiss me.

            But who am I kidding?  I'm just some Koi in a pond behind a dojo.  Sighing, I jump out of the water, feeling the sun warm my body for an instant, before falling back into the place I've called home for most of my life. 

            Well, maybe someday…

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*Lara's Notes*

That's right people, a fish is in love with Ranma.  (If you don't know what I'm talking about, read the last few lines…it seems some people are jumping to conclusions!) 

This is defiantly the end, but who knows…if anyone wants to write a sequel involving some Nyannichuan falling in the pond or something, feel free J