Retro's thoughts: Here it is ladies and gentlemen; the sequel to the best fan fiction of '02 (I wish ;-). WARNING: This story is much darker than the last one that I wrote, so be advised that their will be mature themes: violence, death, suicide, and rape (tiny amount). If any of these offend you then don't read on. If you really wanna read this then I'll post, at the beginning of each chapter, how bad it'll be. It'll be on a scale of 1-5, 5 being the worst.
Prologue
"Nine for mortal men doomed to die.
In the land of Mordor where shadows lie."
He let Ryouga take a wild swing and, using Ryouga's clumsy inertia, knocked the umbrella out of his hand. Ranma then positioned his katana like a spear and sent it sailing toward Ryouga's heart. Nevertheless, Ryouga was quicker as he anticipated the death strike, and leaned slightly to the left and let the sword sail right past him.
And into the body of Genma Saotome.
Ranma awoke with a startle from the dream that had plagued him for three nights now. For three nights he had received no rest or sleep. The dream would always play his father's death with precise detail down to the very last sweat drop. So precise that it felt real. Ranma wiped the sweat from his forehead and fell back on the damp bed. He stared up at the ceiling. The shadows from street lights and house windows played tricks on his mind as they danced across the ceiling forming pictures and shapes. Ranma let his eyes begin to close as sleep came back to him. As he did so a form could be seen on the ceiling. He tilted his head a little humoring himself, and trying to discern it. The ring.
He could not deny that he longed for it with much of his heart, as two lost lovers would with each other. He turned his head to the side, disgusted with himself for desiring it. His eyes came upon the empty futon that rested peacefully next to him. The sheets were still crumpled from someone sleeping in it.
Ranma rolled over and looked the other way. Things will work out, he thought to himself, the others will be leaving tomorrow to find the ring and then all will be well. Ranma thought of happier days and of better days that are definite to come. The fates had indeed been most harsh to him, but he knew in his mind that the long night was over, and that things were bound to work out.
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Retro's thoughts: Here it is ladies and gentlemen the second one. R&R!!!!! PLEASE :-) I don't own any of the Ranma characters. That liberty is given to the great Rumiko Takahashi and all her henchmen which spew love and goodness. (Huh?)
Prologue
"Nine for mortal men doomed to die.
In the land of Mordor where shadows lie."
He let Ryouga take a wild swing and, using Ryouga's clumsy inertia, knocked the umbrella out of his hand. Ranma then positioned his katana like a spear and sent it sailing toward Ryouga's heart. Nevertheless, Ryouga was quicker as he anticipated the death strike, and leaned slightly to the left and let the sword sail right past him.
And into the body of Genma Saotome.
Ranma awoke with a startle from the dream that had plagued him for three nights now. For three nights he had received no rest or sleep. The dream would always play his father's death with precise detail down to the very last sweat drop. So precise that it felt real. Ranma wiped the sweat from his forehead and fell back on the damp bed. He stared up at the ceiling. The shadows from street lights and house windows played tricks on his mind as they danced across the ceiling forming pictures and shapes. Ranma let his eyes begin to close as sleep came back to him. As he did so a form could be seen on the ceiling. He tilted his head a little humoring himself, and trying to discern it. The ring.
He could not deny that he longed for it with much of his heart, as two lost lovers would with each other. He turned his head to the side, disgusted with himself for desiring it. His eyes came upon the empty futon that rested peacefully next to him. The sheets were still crumpled from someone sleeping in it.
Ranma rolled over and looked the other way. Things will work out, he thought to himself, the others will be leaving tomorrow to find the ring and then all will be well. Ranma thought of happier days and of better days that are definite to come. The fates had indeed been most harsh to him, but he knew in his mind that the long night was over, and that things were bound to work out.
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Retro's thoughts: Here it is ladies and gentlemen the second one. R&R!!!!! PLEASE :-) I don't own any of the Ranma characters. That liberty is given to the great Rumiko Takahashi and all her henchmen which spew love and goodness. (Huh?)