Hyoushitsu
(drifting away {and going lost}),
Gentle movements.
It was amazing how something that held such power could look like nothing more then an innocent dance.
Swish, swish goes the air as the dancer flows over the floor.
But no matter how easy his movements were it didn't take away the feeling.
The heavy feeling like he was moving in the bottom of the ocean.
Like it would be so much easier to let the water steal his lungs.
To lie down and sleep in this peaceful silence for the rest of eternity.
Swish, swish goes the air.
The people walked in the distance, to blurred to be seen clearly. Even if he ran towards them he would never be quick enough to catch them.
The familiar looking people who walked by like he wasn't even there.
The dancer flows over the floor.
So he concentrated on his movements.
Then the voices began.
"Ra… come…….yes?"
"Ranma….prepare…!"
"Ma….mong…."
"…ver…"
"Co…..m….ove"
"I'm…..cu….ance…"
"…..sorce…."
"Ra…....ling"
"….are….mpoo!"
"En…..ll…..wo…"
"What do I care?"
The waters where crushing him, stealing the air from his lungs. There was no escaping. It was everywhere.
Swish, swish goes the
Splash as a droplet hits the floor.
He blinked. Once more confusion passed over his face.
He had stopped in the middle of his kata it appeared.
One foot on the ground, the other lifted, slightly bent.
His arms, of course, in proper position for this particular kata.
He looked towards the door where Kasumi was standing, her ever-present smile in proper place.
"Ranma. I saw the lights and knew you were in here. You missed dinner and your father finished off the food before I could place some aside for you, so I made a little something to tide you over until…Ranma?"
It was still light when he had entered the dojo. It was now pitch black with the moon hanging high in the sky.
"Ranma?" Kasumi asked again, an odd tone entering her voice.
He didn't remember starting a kata. He didn't remember anything after closing the dojo doors.
"…Ranma?" Kasumi was frightened. Even when facing some of his toughest challenges he never wore that expression.
Like a deer caught in the headlights. While there's every chance to escape, it can still find no way out.
"Kasumi. I think something's wrong."
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