Worth
Disclaimer: No I don't own Ranma, neither would I want to.
Oh and the rest of the Ranma ½ Chars
don't belong to me either although at some point in this story there will be a character that does belong to me.
A/N: Read my Author's Bio before you begin reading this and the reason for any differences will become apparent.
Thank you
Questions? Feel free to E-mail 'em to me at Damian_triste@hotmail.com whether to ask Questions or just to say 'Hi!' I won't mind.
Chapter 1
"…" Spoken
'…' Thoughts
It was raining. The skies were black with the promise of a few days of the same.
A lone figure is seen, walking down the street by a few shop keepers closing down their respective stores but they pay scant attention to the man draped in a black overcoat,
they cant clearly see his features but their attention returns to closing down their shops, after all it is fairly late, not that the lone figure cares. Being able to walk in the rain is definitely a blessing. The man looks up and allows the rain to purge away his last dark thoughts.
Thoughts about Her. He shouldn't be thinking about her. He knows he shouldn't, but he doesn't care. He would bring her back, whatever he had to do, he would. His silent musings are interrupted by a scream emitting from a nearby alleyway. The man sprinted towards the terrified voice.
"No! Please leave me alone. I'm just looking for someone" the girl stated in a desperate voice, sobbing in terror.
"Well of course you can look for whoever it is, but after we've had some fun"
The figure heard this and rage slowly built in his breast.
'How dare he? Putrid Defiler!'
He was going to end this as soon as possible. He stepped in to the mouth of the alley and saw a girl huddled into a corner beaten and bloody, the angle of light hid her face from his view but that wasn't important. This was someone who needed his help, that's all that mattered to him.
"Leave her alone" he stated in a neutral voice, not exhibiting any traces of violence or hostility towards the man leering at the girl.
Still with his back turned the attacker spat out "G'way she's mine and I ain't sharin'!"
The figure burst forwards and pinned the man to the alley wall, the attacker hung from the figure's grip on him, his feet dangling a foot above the floor.
The figure glanced at the bedraggled looking girl but couldn't tell whether how serious her injuries were, because the light still wasn't at the right angle. He turned back to the waste of human flesh writhing in his hand, and then rage overcame him.
"Scream for me" the figure gently whispered, into his ear, holding his other hand to the attacker's torso.
"Huh?" the man croaked intelligently.
A blue light grew from the figure's hand held to the other's body, and obediently the attacker began to scream as the air filled with the acrid smell of burnt flesh.
When the man had stopped screaming the figure let him drop, well what was left of him anyway.
He went over to the girl who had stopped crying now, and she turned her head up towards the figure who she had witnessed thoroughly barbecue her would be attacker. she hoped to any Kamis who were watching over her, that the attack upon her was not about to be renewed. She could tell that he was infinitely stronger then her previous assailant, the proof of that could be seen on the alley wall and floor. So if he wanted her she didn't stand a chance.
"Please leave me alone I just want to find a friend of mine, I-" the girl started to say but was suddenly overcome by weakness and found sleep a very attractive prospect at the moment.
The figure just knelt down and scooped her into his arms. He didn't need her to become hysterical while he took care of her wounds. As he left the alley mouth the rain renewed its purging. He wrapped the girl in his overcoat and left the alley only to be met with one of the worst sights in his life as he saw the girl's face.
"UKYO?!?" the figure shrieked into the night. 'What the hell is she doing here? And in this condition'.
These questions that ripped through his thoughts were immediately shunted aside as he heard police sirens approaching him.
'I have to get her away from here' and the figure seemed to waver in the air as he disappeared into the night, the only proof of any struggle left at the scene of the possible crime was the smear of blood running along the walls and floor.
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Ukyo slowly opened her eyes and was instantly aware of lying in a bed with a duvet covering her. As she stirred she also noted that there were several bandages wrapped around her arms and torso from where those men had grabbed at her. And also more recently from the man who had threatened her with a knife getting some cuts into her defence.
'The alley! That man who burnt that bastard alive! I wonder who he was?'
As Ukyo looked around the room she noticed that it was modestly furnished, to her left she saw an open door leading to a very small Kitchen and also another dooer leading to the bathroom. To her right she saw that a window was shuttered and there was light shining through it. As she sat up, Ukyo found a piece of and on it was written:
'Ukyo, Stay here, don't worry its safe, be back in little while
P.S. DON'T LEAVE
Ukyo deduced that whoever this was he knew her, so she mentally ran through all the people she knew that had this type of handwriting, it did seem vaguely familiar. She decided that she would trust her saviour, just stay here a little while until she had recuperated enough to look for Him.
She lay back and drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.
~Four Hours later~
Ukyo is woken by a key moving in the lock to the apartment, she felt strength return to her limbs from the hours of sleep she had and she rushed into the Kitchen and grabbed two knives from the block.
'He might very well be my saviour, but he might also be a whole lot worse, this way if the latter is true then I can defend myself.'
As the door opened she waited in anticipation for the figure to enter into the little hall of the room.
She rushed at the figure with her knives raised one in a stabbing position and one nearer her midriff for defence. The figure closed the door, dropped his packages and caught Ukyo's wrists before she wounded him, and carefully pinned her arms to her back causing her to drop her knives. She was now pinned rather awkwardly to the man's chest, which, she noted was very well toned, she blushed just before coming to her senses.
'This could be another attacker get a grip girl!'
"Hey Ucchan! Long time no see. So how've you been?"
His voice reverberated in his chest, causing the sound to deepen.
She was, to say the least shocked that she had found him, and after only twelve weeks he still sounded and felt the same, not that she expected him to change very much.
Ukyo pulled back slightly to look at his face and a rush of emotion flooded her senses.
"RANMA!? I found you!" which was when she hugged him to her fiercely, and he held her awkwardly.
Ukyo slowly felt tears welling up and then streaming down her face.
Ranma held her back to look at her properly.
"That good huh?" he commented wryly. "Come on, Ucchan I think you still need some sleep".
"No, I'm fine but I have something to tell you-". She loved the feeling that ran through her as he used her old nick name.
"Sleep first" he interrupted with finality in his tone.
Ukyo once again felt sleep overcome her, her last thought before she was fully asleep was; 'I have my Ranchan back'.
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They were after her again.
This was definetly not Ukyo Kuonji's day. How the hell had she gotten her self into this mess, being chased by twenty-odd men was just-for lack of a better word- weird.
So she kept running, occasionally throwing her mini- shuriken at the crowd following her, occasionally hitting one.
She was running for a while when she collided with something and fell down, she looked up at trhe obstruction and found that it was that man she was chased by earlier, through the alleyway, and he had almost…oh no!
Ukyo looked left and right to find a way out of the mess she had gotten herself into, she was surrounded, she drew her knees up to her chest when all of a sudden four men flew backwards and a hand was extended in her direction through the space left by the men, she looked back towards the space and saw a bright light with an arm stretching out, deciding that anything would be better then the predicament she was currently in she leapt at the hand grasping at it for dear life, and woke up.
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The first thing she noticed upon waking up was an aroma in the air.
Something smelled of southern eastern cooking…there was Tamaric, and bay leaf and several other herbs and spices that she couldn't identify, but all in all it smelled delicious. Upon opening her eyes she noticed that Ranma was kneeling next to her looking intently at her like a cat watching an unsuspecting bird, and yet not in a bad way. Then he smiled warmly and the feeling went away.
"Hey Ucchan, so now how are you feeling? By the way I'm sorry about that dream I know I shhould've stopped it earlier It's just that I was distracted with dinner."
This comment needless to say, shocked Ukyo to no end 'What did he mean that he should have stopped my dream, when did he start reading dreams…..What the hell is going on here'.
Ranma just watched the confusion play over her face. Smiling gently at her, he realised he probably shouldn't have said that, but it had been so long since he had last seen her.
Suddenly Ukyo stretched out her hand and gently touched Ranma's face, convincing herself that he was actually there, sitting in front of her. Once she met warm flesh she retracted her hand and leapt into his arms.
"I … I 'm sorry I left Ukyo" Ranma stated apologetically- and unbelievably perceptively- "I didn't mean to leave everyone like that but I had to find Her. You understand right?" Ranma asked gently to the girl in his arms.
Ukyo just nodded.
Ranma pulled her back slightly and touched her forehead, to Ukyo it almost seemed that he was checking her temperature!
Once Ranma had found what he was looking for, he knew what he had to do.
"Hmm, ok just wait here for a sec please Ucchan. I'll be right back."
And he went to the little kitchen and turned the stove off, he returned to her bedside and spoke to her in very quiet and soothing tones, beginning the meditative trance that he would need to soothe her nightmares, the Dreamwalker had taught him enough so that now he could walk into and out of people's dreams and alter them accordingly. It was a simple enough process if you knew the right people in the DreamWorld, and Ranma did.
Upon reaching Ukyo's subconscious he brought out the little cell phone, used to communicate between DreamWalkers and punched in the number necessary to locate Ukyo. Seconds later he found himself next to Ukyo, and then was passed by her. Ranma started running and then caught her attention with a brief wave, startling the girl.
"Stop Ucchan, and turn around" he told her.
"No…no I can't they'll get me please don't let them get me Ranma" Ukyo pleaded. In that moment Ranma almost let the training slip in favour of turning around himself and blasting the dream entities to Kingdom Come. The fear and pleading expressed by Ukyo tore at his nerves, his muscles fought against his will
'We should be helping her' his seemed to tell his body.
'No we can't, she has to do it herself, you know it's the way it works, now stop being so impudent and follow my lead' his mind replied with no trace of malice.
His body 'watched' despairingly as his heart told him to turn and help his life long friend.
Ranma's mind watched as the heart slowly convinced the body into turning and helping Ukyo, so it did the only thing it could to stop the foolishness and used a well-worn weapons it knew would sober the heart and body to the mind's way of thinking.
'Akane's dead' the mind said in a neutral manner.
Ranma's heart and mind immediately set to the initial course as their hold weakened. The mind knew and knew well that the heart and body missed her and this caused the mind as much pain as the heart and the body for it missed her too, but the meer mention of the girl's name in any recesses of Ranma's conscious would immediately give control to whoever was looking for it.
The heart and body obeyed the mind and they continued their flight alongside Ukyo.
Ranma's voice spoke.
"Who's they Ucchan?" it said.
"Those men behind me, can't you see them Ranma?" she asked fatigued by the seemingly endless running.
"Do you trust me Ucchan?" Ranma asked.
'Again he called me by my nickname' Ukyo beamed momentarily before saying with the utmost confindence.
"Yes".
"Then turn around Ucchan and see these mongrels for who they really are". Ranma replied. And now the healing would begin. He just hoped that he didn't make it too obvious.
Ukyou turned around and saw in front of her several Rottweilers with their tongues lolling from their jaws, spittle flying left, right, and centre. Their maws were snapping in anticipation.
She saw the disgusting creatures and a sensation almost drowned her with intensity.
Hate welled within her and then overflowed, and she witnessed all the pent-up aggression that she had been holding back rip through her barriers'
Ranma seeing the time was right immediately materialised her battle-spatula and slipped it into her hand.
"Put the dogs down Ucchan" he whispered in her ear.
Ukyo was vaguely aware of her heart jumping at the nomenclature (A/N: big word meaning identification….should've used that instead) before rushing forward. Just as she reached the first dog, she woke up.
Ukyo lifted her head and came face to face with Ranma smiling down at her. It seemed that she was now sitting in his lap.
"Better?" Ranma asked in a semi amused way.
"Much" she replied. However during her little journey through her sub conscious she witnessed the little battle for control between Ranma's subconscious, a mistake he obviously didn't mean to make, being at his level of…whatever he was. She understood who his heart and indeed the rest of him truly belonged too but she didn't care. It was almosta sense of release to know that he didn't feel that way for her because now she could stop trying so damn hard to please Ranma.
So she just lay back into his chest and was enveloped in the feeling that she was very safe and secure.
"Thankyou very much" she said sleepily. "Ran-chan, my best friend". And was gone from the world of the waking.
Ranma didn't quite know how to react to that last statement but he just acted instinctively.
"Your welcome, Ucchan".
~two hours later currently about four am~
Ranma was woken by a slight stirring in his arms. And he unfolded his arms around Ukyo to allow her a little room to stretch.
"Good Morning Ucchan" he greeted her.
"Good morning to you too Ranchan" she replied and added with a very unusual gesture "what's for Breakfast?"
Ranma smirked and got up to make the morning meals.
Then Ukyo remembered why she was looking for Ranma in the first place.
And her happy mood only augmented and became downright cheerful, finally some good news!
"Ranma?"
"Yes Ucchan?"
"I have a secret you might like to know" she said with a sly smile.
"Oh really? And what would that be".
"Are you sure you wanna know?"
"Uh-uh Ukyo you aren't gonna tease me with that" unconsciously reverting to his old way of speaking.
"You sure? Its pretty shocking you know, still some good news though."
"Come on Ucchan enough with the teasing" Ranma replied. Bringing out two plates to serve the finished omelettes on.
"Here it is then…. I know how to bring Akane back" she finished.
*SMASH*
Pieces of plate fly all over the Kitchen as Ranma drops them in shock.
Ukyo expected this sort of response but not really what followed.
Ranma was standing infront of her, she noticed that his sense of style hadn't changed, but how could it really in just a dozen or so weeks.
Ranma was ecstatic; finally after a year of training and then retraining he would be able to savour the taste of victory for what he had worked so hard for.
He held Ukyo's hands in his and said as slowly as his excited heart would allow "How?" his voice quavered.
Ukyo decided that she was enjoying this far too much to just tell him strainght.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" she said.
And she squeaked as she was was engulfed in a bear hug of Ranma proportions and she even saw tears running tracks down his face as he twirled her around the small room in celebration.
Finally putting her down, with a very silly grin on his face he drained every last detail of what he had to do from Ukyo.
Now would be the time to show the world his mettle and to show how he valued Akane's worth.
A/N: Ladies and Gentlemen I am Music Is My LifeBlood aka MIMLB and that was the first chapter. And as you back track to the story title window I would be honoured if you could drop a review or even better yet two.
Thankyou for your attention and I will try to update as soon as possible.
Contrary to evidence provided in this Chapter:
1) I will own more then just one Character in future chapters
2) This is Ranma/Akane fanfic.
Disclaimer: No I don't own Ranma, neither would I want to.
Oh and the rest of the Ranma ½ Chars
don't belong to me either although at some point in this story there will be a character that does belong to me.
A/N: Read my Author's Bio before you begin reading this and the reason for any differences will become apparent.
Thank you
Questions? Feel free to E-mail 'em to me at Damian_triste@hotmail.com whether to ask Questions or just to say 'Hi!' I won't mind.
Chapter 1
"…" Spoken
'…' Thoughts
It was raining. The skies were black with the promise of a few days of the same.
A lone figure is seen, walking down the street by a few shop keepers closing down their respective stores but they pay scant attention to the man draped in a black overcoat,
they cant clearly see his features but their attention returns to closing down their shops, after all it is fairly late, not that the lone figure cares. Being able to walk in the rain is definitely a blessing. The man looks up and allows the rain to purge away his last dark thoughts.
Thoughts about Her. He shouldn't be thinking about her. He knows he shouldn't, but he doesn't care. He would bring her back, whatever he had to do, he would. His silent musings are interrupted by a scream emitting from a nearby alleyway. The man sprinted towards the terrified voice.
"No! Please leave me alone. I'm just looking for someone" the girl stated in a desperate voice, sobbing in terror.
"Well of course you can look for whoever it is, but after we've had some fun"
The figure heard this and rage slowly built in his breast.
'How dare he? Putrid Defiler!'
He was going to end this as soon as possible. He stepped in to the mouth of the alley and saw a girl huddled into a corner beaten and bloody, the angle of light hid her face from his view but that wasn't important. This was someone who needed his help, that's all that mattered to him.
"Leave her alone" he stated in a neutral voice, not exhibiting any traces of violence or hostility towards the man leering at the girl.
Still with his back turned the attacker spat out "G'way she's mine and I ain't sharin'!"
The figure burst forwards and pinned the man to the alley wall, the attacker hung from the figure's grip on him, his feet dangling a foot above the floor.
The figure glanced at the bedraggled looking girl but couldn't tell whether how serious her injuries were, because the light still wasn't at the right angle. He turned back to the waste of human flesh writhing in his hand, and then rage overcame him.
"Scream for me" the figure gently whispered, into his ear, holding his other hand to the attacker's torso.
"Huh?" the man croaked intelligently.
A blue light grew from the figure's hand held to the other's body, and obediently the attacker began to scream as the air filled with the acrid smell of burnt flesh.
When the man had stopped screaming the figure let him drop, well what was left of him anyway.
He went over to the girl who had stopped crying now, and she turned her head up towards the figure who she had witnessed thoroughly barbecue her would be attacker. she hoped to any Kamis who were watching over her, that the attack upon her was not about to be renewed. She could tell that he was infinitely stronger then her previous assailant, the proof of that could be seen on the alley wall and floor. So if he wanted her she didn't stand a chance.
"Please leave me alone I just want to find a friend of mine, I-" the girl started to say but was suddenly overcome by weakness and found sleep a very attractive prospect at the moment.
The figure just knelt down and scooped her into his arms. He didn't need her to become hysterical while he took care of her wounds. As he left the alley mouth the rain renewed its purging. He wrapped the girl in his overcoat and left the alley only to be met with one of the worst sights in his life as he saw the girl's face.
"UKYO?!?" the figure shrieked into the night. 'What the hell is she doing here? And in this condition'.
These questions that ripped through his thoughts were immediately shunted aside as he heard police sirens approaching him.
'I have to get her away from here' and the figure seemed to waver in the air as he disappeared into the night, the only proof of any struggle left at the scene of the possible crime was the smear of blood running along the walls and floor.
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Ukyo slowly opened her eyes and was instantly aware of lying in a bed with a duvet covering her. As she stirred she also noted that there were several bandages wrapped around her arms and torso from where those men had grabbed at her. And also more recently from the man who had threatened her with a knife getting some cuts into her defence.
'The alley! That man who burnt that bastard alive! I wonder who he was?'
As Ukyo looked around the room she noticed that it was modestly furnished, to her left she saw an open door leading to a very small Kitchen and also another dooer leading to the bathroom. To her right she saw that a window was shuttered and there was light shining through it. As she sat up, Ukyo found a piece of and on it was written:
'Ukyo, Stay here, don't worry its safe, be back in little while
P.S. DON'T LEAVE
Ukyo deduced that whoever this was he knew her, so she mentally ran through all the people she knew that had this type of handwriting, it did seem vaguely familiar. She decided that she would trust her saviour, just stay here a little while until she had recuperated enough to look for Him.
She lay back and drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.
~Four Hours later~
Ukyo is woken by a key moving in the lock to the apartment, she felt strength return to her limbs from the hours of sleep she had and she rushed into the Kitchen and grabbed two knives from the block.
'He might very well be my saviour, but he might also be a whole lot worse, this way if the latter is true then I can defend myself.'
As the door opened she waited in anticipation for the figure to enter into the little hall of the room.
She rushed at the figure with her knives raised one in a stabbing position and one nearer her midriff for defence. The figure closed the door, dropped his packages and caught Ukyo's wrists before she wounded him, and carefully pinned her arms to her back causing her to drop her knives. She was now pinned rather awkwardly to the man's chest, which, she noted was very well toned, she blushed just before coming to her senses.
'This could be another attacker get a grip girl!'
"Hey Ucchan! Long time no see. So how've you been?"
His voice reverberated in his chest, causing the sound to deepen.
She was, to say the least shocked that she had found him, and after only twelve weeks he still sounded and felt the same, not that she expected him to change very much.
Ukyo pulled back slightly to look at his face and a rush of emotion flooded her senses.
"RANMA!? I found you!" which was when she hugged him to her fiercely, and he held her awkwardly.
Ukyo slowly felt tears welling up and then streaming down her face.
Ranma held her back to look at her properly.
"That good huh?" he commented wryly. "Come on, Ucchan I think you still need some sleep".
"No, I'm fine but I have something to tell you-". She loved the feeling that ran through her as he used her old nick name.
"Sleep first" he interrupted with finality in his tone.
Ukyo once again felt sleep overcome her, her last thought before she was fully asleep was; 'I have my Ranchan back'.
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They were after her again.
This was definetly not Ukyo Kuonji's day. How the hell had she gotten her self into this mess, being chased by twenty-odd men was just-for lack of a better word- weird.
So she kept running, occasionally throwing her mini- shuriken at the crowd following her, occasionally hitting one.
She was running for a while when she collided with something and fell down, she looked up at trhe obstruction and found that it was that man she was chased by earlier, through the alleyway, and he had almost…oh no!
Ukyo looked left and right to find a way out of the mess she had gotten herself into, she was surrounded, she drew her knees up to her chest when all of a sudden four men flew backwards and a hand was extended in her direction through the space left by the men, she looked back towards the space and saw a bright light with an arm stretching out, deciding that anything would be better then the predicament she was currently in she leapt at the hand grasping at it for dear life, and woke up.
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The first thing she noticed upon waking up was an aroma in the air.
Something smelled of southern eastern cooking…there was Tamaric, and bay leaf and several other herbs and spices that she couldn't identify, but all in all it smelled delicious. Upon opening her eyes she noticed that Ranma was kneeling next to her looking intently at her like a cat watching an unsuspecting bird, and yet not in a bad way. Then he smiled warmly and the feeling went away.
"Hey Ucchan, so now how are you feeling? By the way I'm sorry about that dream I know I shhould've stopped it earlier It's just that I was distracted with dinner."
This comment needless to say, shocked Ukyo to no end 'What did he mean that he should have stopped my dream, when did he start reading dreams…..What the hell is going on here'.
Ranma just watched the confusion play over her face. Smiling gently at her, he realised he probably shouldn't have said that, but it had been so long since he had last seen her.
Suddenly Ukyo stretched out her hand and gently touched Ranma's face, convincing herself that he was actually there, sitting in front of her. Once she met warm flesh she retracted her hand and leapt into his arms.
"I … I 'm sorry I left Ukyo" Ranma stated apologetically- and unbelievably perceptively- "I didn't mean to leave everyone like that but I had to find Her. You understand right?" Ranma asked gently to the girl in his arms.
Ukyo just nodded.
Ranma pulled her back slightly and touched her forehead, to Ukyo it almost seemed that he was checking her temperature!
Once Ranma had found what he was looking for, he knew what he had to do.
"Hmm, ok just wait here for a sec please Ucchan. I'll be right back."
And he went to the little kitchen and turned the stove off, he returned to her bedside and spoke to her in very quiet and soothing tones, beginning the meditative trance that he would need to soothe her nightmares, the Dreamwalker had taught him enough so that now he could walk into and out of people's dreams and alter them accordingly. It was a simple enough process if you knew the right people in the DreamWorld, and Ranma did.
Upon reaching Ukyo's subconscious he brought out the little cell phone, used to communicate between DreamWalkers and punched in the number necessary to locate Ukyo. Seconds later he found himself next to Ukyo, and then was passed by her. Ranma started running and then caught her attention with a brief wave, startling the girl.
"Stop Ucchan, and turn around" he told her.
"No…no I can't they'll get me please don't let them get me Ranma" Ukyo pleaded. In that moment Ranma almost let the training slip in favour of turning around himself and blasting the dream entities to Kingdom Come. The fear and pleading expressed by Ukyo tore at his nerves, his muscles fought against his will
'We should be helping her' his seemed to tell his body.
'No we can't, she has to do it herself, you know it's the way it works, now stop being so impudent and follow my lead' his mind replied with no trace of malice.
His body 'watched' despairingly as his heart told him to turn and help his life long friend.
Ranma's mind watched as the heart slowly convinced the body into turning and helping Ukyo, so it did the only thing it could to stop the foolishness and used a well-worn weapons it knew would sober the heart and body to the mind's way of thinking.
'Akane's dead' the mind said in a neutral manner.
Ranma's heart and mind immediately set to the initial course as their hold weakened. The mind knew and knew well that the heart and body missed her and this caused the mind as much pain as the heart and the body for it missed her too, but the meer mention of the girl's name in any recesses of Ranma's conscious would immediately give control to whoever was looking for it.
The heart and body obeyed the mind and they continued their flight alongside Ukyo.
Ranma's voice spoke.
"Who's they Ucchan?" it said.
"Those men behind me, can't you see them Ranma?" she asked fatigued by the seemingly endless running.
"Do you trust me Ucchan?" Ranma asked.
'Again he called me by my nickname' Ukyo beamed momentarily before saying with the utmost confindence.
"Yes".
"Then turn around Ucchan and see these mongrels for who they really are". Ranma replied. And now the healing would begin. He just hoped that he didn't make it too obvious.
Ukyou turned around and saw in front of her several Rottweilers with their tongues lolling from their jaws, spittle flying left, right, and centre. Their maws were snapping in anticipation.
She saw the disgusting creatures and a sensation almost drowned her with intensity.
Hate welled within her and then overflowed, and she witnessed all the pent-up aggression that she had been holding back rip through her barriers'
Ranma seeing the time was right immediately materialised her battle-spatula and slipped it into her hand.
"Put the dogs down Ucchan" he whispered in her ear.
Ukyo was vaguely aware of her heart jumping at the nomenclature (A/N: big word meaning identification….should've used that instead) before rushing forward. Just as she reached the first dog, she woke up.
Ukyo lifted her head and came face to face with Ranma smiling down at her. It seemed that she was now sitting in his lap.
"Better?" Ranma asked in a semi amused way.
"Much" she replied. However during her little journey through her sub conscious she witnessed the little battle for control between Ranma's subconscious, a mistake he obviously didn't mean to make, being at his level of…whatever he was. She understood who his heart and indeed the rest of him truly belonged too but she didn't care. It was almosta sense of release to know that he didn't feel that way for her because now she could stop trying so damn hard to please Ranma.
So she just lay back into his chest and was enveloped in the feeling that she was very safe and secure.
"Thankyou very much" she said sleepily. "Ran-chan, my best friend". And was gone from the world of the waking.
Ranma didn't quite know how to react to that last statement but he just acted instinctively.
"Your welcome, Ucchan".
~two hours later currently about four am~
Ranma was woken by a slight stirring in his arms. And he unfolded his arms around Ukyo to allow her a little room to stretch.
"Good Morning Ucchan" he greeted her.
"Good morning to you too Ranchan" she replied and added with a very unusual gesture "what's for Breakfast?"
Ranma smirked and got up to make the morning meals.
Then Ukyo remembered why she was looking for Ranma in the first place.
And her happy mood only augmented and became downright cheerful, finally some good news!
"Ranma?"
"Yes Ucchan?"
"I have a secret you might like to know" she said with a sly smile.
"Oh really? And what would that be".
"Are you sure you wanna know?"
"Uh-uh Ukyo you aren't gonna tease me with that" unconsciously reverting to his old way of speaking.
"You sure? Its pretty shocking you know, still some good news though."
"Come on Ucchan enough with the teasing" Ranma replied. Bringing out two plates to serve the finished omelettes on.
"Here it is then…. I know how to bring Akane back" she finished.
*SMASH*
Pieces of plate fly all over the Kitchen as Ranma drops them in shock.
Ukyo expected this sort of response but not really what followed.
Ranma was standing infront of her, she noticed that his sense of style hadn't changed, but how could it really in just a dozen or so weeks.
Ranma was ecstatic; finally after a year of training and then retraining he would be able to savour the taste of victory for what he had worked so hard for.
He held Ukyo's hands in his and said as slowly as his excited heart would allow "How?" his voice quavered.
Ukyo decided that she was enjoying this far too much to just tell him strainght.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" she said.
And she squeaked as she was was engulfed in a bear hug of Ranma proportions and she even saw tears running tracks down his face as he twirled her around the small room in celebration.
Finally putting her down, with a very silly grin on his face he drained every last detail of what he had to do from Ukyo.
Now would be the time to show the world his mettle and to show how he valued Akane's worth.
A/N: Ladies and Gentlemen I am Music Is My LifeBlood aka MIMLB and that was the first chapter. And as you back track to the story title window I would be honoured if you could drop a review or even better yet two.
Thankyou for your attention and I will try to update as soon as possible.
Contrary to evidence provided in this Chapter:
1) I will own more then just one Character in future chapters
2) This is Ranma/Akane fanfic.