I'm dissapointed in the low amount of reviews this fic has. To everyone who did review, THANKS! On with the show now!
Within the sockets, the eyes of fire.
Within the mind, the will to aspire.
Within the body, nothing able to tire.
But within the heart, naught but lonely desire.
(P.S. All the poems except the first one in this fic are my creations. Feel free to use them!)
She was back up on her feet when she next woke. Apparently her newfound ki gave her the ultimate healing ability. Of course it came with immense pain. What didn't for her now-a-days? But she knew that one day... one day... she would be herself again. She would become a man again. She would meet her mother and she would be the greatest martial artist of her time. It was her and her father's dream for her. And she would make it a reality. And it would be her own power. She would get rid of this god-like strength and build her own up the power she had attained by the freak accident. Somehow Someday.
But until she lost this uncontrollable strength, she would not fight. Defend? Yes. Barracade? Yes. But Fight? No. She simply could not risk taking another life. There was no right in any person to take the life of another. Especially on accident.
"Ryoga. What was your grudge against me?" Ranma asked suddenly.
Ryoga had been walking in front of Ranma for about two hours since she had woken up. Nothing had been said. Ranma looked down most of the time and used her ki sensing to follow Ryoga.
"I... you ran out on a man to man fight. I followed you so we could finish the fight. It was stupid but... there was another reason." Ryoga said, the last part being almost a whisper.
"Oh," Ranma said. Ranma decided not to pry. Ten seconds of talking and she just... stopped wanting to talk.
"It was because... you just left. The first person not to look at me and laugh at my disability..." Ryoga said.
Ranma said nothing.
"Ranma... are you allright?" Ryoga asked. "I know it's been a long time but... I just don't remember you being so bad off. I remember you always bouncing back from whatever happened to you. I know you can come back. Time lets all things pass.
"Hah."
Ryoga shivered at her anwser.
"Ranma is Dead. Long Live Ranma." Ranma said.
Ryoga could tell she was trying to make some sort of joke. Albeit creepy, it would have been almost interesting to a passerby, had not Ranma said it in such a morbid tone.
"Ranma..."
They passed through a village of the farther east side of China a few days later. Nothing had happened for the last three days. Just walking, running, or downright bolting, just to get closer to the edge of China. Ryoga usually led the way. After all, he knew how to read maps even better than Ranma did. Had Ranma's muscles remembered how to force her to show impressment she would have been amazed at how accurately Ryoga was able to determine how many miles from one place to another. A while ago they had entered a city. Ryoga had looked at a map and estimated the distance to the village they were now in. After exiting the city they had found a marker that read the approxamate distance to the village. Ryoga's guess had been perfect.
After that Ryoga told Ranma that before he had met her again, couldn't even read a map.
She fell to the ground. However a face fault with no expression wasn't... well... it wasn't all that much of a face fault. Much more like a trip.
"Are... Are you ok?" Ryoga asked.
"I'm fine," Ranma said standing up and dustinge herself off.
"I'm just not used to this body." She said.
The walked on for a few minutes. It was another two hours by foot to the next city at a walking pace. They had slowed down to just that. Neither of them felt like running.
"He... hey... If you wanna spar... I'd be happy to help you get your balance back." Ryoga said.
"I... don't know." Ranma hestiated.
"I... I may... DAMNIT... I can't!" Ranma cried in a sudden display of emotion.
"What's wrong!? What did I say?" Ryoga asked. He had been surprised by her sudden outburst. After all they had been traveling together for two days and nothing like this had occured.
"I... I can't control it... Theres too much. I used to be normal... but now I have to watch it... every second. I can't spar, Ryoga. I'd lose my focus and It would... come out and I don't know what would happen to you." She told him.
A tear dripped down her eye.
"Hey! I saw the explosion at Jusenkyo! I know what your power is! I'm willing to risk it! Did you think I couldn't TELL you were controling it? Why do you think I asked!?" Ryoga cried suddenly angry. He took her thought that he would die as easily as her father had as an insult. Genma had been in a completely different body with no real clue as to how to manipulate that bodies ki. He however was not. And he would be able to take the heat if Ranma DID by chance lose her focus.
"I can't do it Ryoga... I..-" But he interupted her.
"The only way you'll learn to control it is to use it. The only way to use it is to spar and I'm probably in the range of the few people who could take it! Plus... I really want that last match." Ryoga said.
"..."
They walked for a while in silence.
Ranma stopped.
"Fifteen miles from any civilized place... and I'll spar ya." Ranma said. She tried her smirk but she just couldn't do it anymore.
She ran. Quickly and without any real care as to where she were going. Ranma felt the wind on her face as she jumped. It was amazing. She bounded from a tree up to touch the clouds and back down again. She was very close to putting a tiny bit of life back into her eye. The only thing that could make her forget about her father's death, was her art. And this was it in it's purest form. Not fighting. Not creating barriers. No. Flying.
Or at least... as close to flying as a human can get.
The anything goes style of martial arts made people as close to flying as was phyically possible.
And her new power expanded the anything goes style of martial arts to the clouds.
Ranma's duel with Ryoga had turned out well. Not for the surrounding but Ranma had learned to control her power amazingly. It had been two days since then. Ranma found that Ryoga's endurance was something that could never be trifled with. The first time they had fought Ranma actually had lost control and let loose the huge wave dome of energy she contained. When she regained it she was scared to death Ryoga would be dead. He stood and laughed.
"Is that all you've got Ranma!?" He had cried. He looked like shit but apparently he had been right about Genma. He was fine except for his almost complete nakedness. He'd have to get stronger clothes.
They had been sparring for two days straight. Ranma controlled her body as well as had once controlled her male body. Her immense ki energy had sped up this proccess.
And that was when it happened.
Ryoga died.
He suddenly began to convulse. Ranma had rushed him to the nearest city. She made it to the docters office and they told her that Ryoga would be just fine if they got some of whatever he had been on.
He had undergone a small withdrawl syndrom of... of something. It was as if he had stopped something suddenly and couldn't live with the loss of whatever it had been. Unfortunantly they could find what it was. What could Ryoga possibly have been doing that he would feel withdrawl from?
What originally was what seemed like the symptoms of a withdrawl from some drug, killed him.
Ranma cried again. Almost three hours straight.
The man who had saved her life and basicly kept her from taking her own only a week or so before.. now lay before him, dead.
"Why is everyone I know dying!?" She thought.
She began to fear people. If she met them some freak accident may kill them!
Three weeks later she found her house in Japan.
Three weeks later she found out that her mother had contracted cancer a week before and died.
"What do I do now?" Ranma thought. "I know. I'll still do it. I seek a cure. And I will have it."
Ranma's eyes now had a tint to them. They hinted at cold determination.
Ranma had developed her most powerful technique.
Lidless Window
The Begining.
Heaven was awake.
It had finally happened!
A mortal had FINALLY crossed the heavenly gates set upon them! FINALLY! A mortal had reached it's true potential!
...
Too bad she was in... such bad shape. The cost was to great.
The mini god's and goddesses felt sorry for the man who had been... changed. Everything she had ever held dear was dead. They knew Kami had told them it was neccisary... but... she had nothing left!
And now It would begin.
The End... Is Only the Begining of another End.
Ranma had much to do... If the world was to avoid it's destruction.
Ranma spent two years in China. She trained. Seeking into her ki and meditating for peace she found something. She found that the ki, was her own. She found that there was a lock. An almost unbreakable lock that seemed only breakable at the fleeting moment when one lost everything they loved.
She searched for a cure but found none.
The Musk, allied with the Amazon's, hunted her.
She found that since there had been no Amazon survivors, the Musk had tricked the Amazon's into believing that Ranma had killed the Matriarchs that had died.
At the end of her two years she found herself at the place it all started.
Jusenkyo Valley. Wait... Jusenkyo crater.
But neither of these name fit it anymore. No. It had become Jusenkyo Lake. And the spring that dominated it. Was spring of drown girl.
"Figures." Ranma thought.
Ranma turned and left Jusenkyo. Bound for Japan.
It's time.
The Lidless Window is what she named it? It fits. She can't turn it off very well can she?
A figure burst out laughing an almost murdurous gwafaa.
Within the sockets, the eyes of fire.
Within the mind, the will to aspire.
Within the body, nothing able to tire.
But within the heart, naught but lonely desire.
(P.S. All the poems except the first one in this fic are my creations. Feel free to use them!)
She was back up on her feet when she next woke. Apparently her newfound ki gave her the ultimate healing ability. Of course it came with immense pain. What didn't for her now-a-days? But she knew that one day... one day... she would be herself again. She would become a man again. She would meet her mother and she would be the greatest martial artist of her time. It was her and her father's dream for her. And she would make it a reality. And it would be her own power. She would get rid of this god-like strength and build her own up the power she had attained by the freak accident. Somehow Someday.
But until she lost this uncontrollable strength, she would not fight. Defend? Yes. Barracade? Yes. But Fight? No. She simply could not risk taking another life. There was no right in any person to take the life of another. Especially on accident.
"Ryoga. What was your grudge against me?" Ranma asked suddenly.
Ryoga had been walking in front of Ranma for about two hours since she had woken up. Nothing had been said. Ranma looked down most of the time and used her ki sensing to follow Ryoga.
"I... you ran out on a man to man fight. I followed you so we could finish the fight. It was stupid but... there was another reason." Ryoga said, the last part being almost a whisper.
"Oh," Ranma said. Ranma decided not to pry. Ten seconds of talking and she just... stopped wanting to talk.
"It was because... you just left. The first person not to look at me and laugh at my disability..." Ryoga said.
Ranma said nothing.
"Ranma... are you allright?" Ryoga asked. "I know it's been a long time but... I just don't remember you being so bad off. I remember you always bouncing back from whatever happened to you. I know you can come back. Time lets all things pass.
"Hah."
Ryoga shivered at her anwser.
"Ranma is Dead. Long Live Ranma." Ranma said.
Ryoga could tell she was trying to make some sort of joke. Albeit creepy, it would have been almost interesting to a passerby, had not Ranma said it in such a morbid tone.
"Ranma..."
They passed through a village of the farther east side of China a few days later. Nothing had happened for the last three days. Just walking, running, or downright bolting, just to get closer to the edge of China. Ryoga usually led the way. After all, he knew how to read maps even better than Ranma did. Had Ranma's muscles remembered how to force her to show impressment she would have been amazed at how accurately Ryoga was able to determine how many miles from one place to another. A while ago they had entered a city. Ryoga had looked at a map and estimated the distance to the village they were now in. After exiting the city they had found a marker that read the approxamate distance to the village. Ryoga's guess had been perfect.
After that Ryoga told Ranma that before he had met her again, couldn't even read a map.
She fell to the ground. However a face fault with no expression wasn't... well... it wasn't all that much of a face fault. Much more like a trip.
"Are... Are you ok?" Ryoga asked.
"I'm fine," Ranma said standing up and dustinge herself off.
"I'm just not used to this body." She said.
The walked on for a few minutes. It was another two hours by foot to the next city at a walking pace. They had slowed down to just that. Neither of them felt like running.
"He... hey... If you wanna spar... I'd be happy to help you get your balance back." Ryoga said.
"I... don't know." Ranma hestiated.
"I... I may... DAMNIT... I can't!" Ranma cried in a sudden display of emotion.
"What's wrong!? What did I say?" Ryoga asked. He had been surprised by her sudden outburst. After all they had been traveling together for two days and nothing like this had occured.
"I... I can't control it... Theres too much. I used to be normal... but now I have to watch it... every second. I can't spar, Ryoga. I'd lose my focus and It would... come out and I don't know what would happen to you." She told him.
A tear dripped down her eye.
"Hey! I saw the explosion at Jusenkyo! I know what your power is! I'm willing to risk it! Did you think I couldn't TELL you were controling it? Why do you think I asked!?" Ryoga cried suddenly angry. He took her thought that he would die as easily as her father had as an insult. Genma had been in a completely different body with no real clue as to how to manipulate that bodies ki. He however was not. And he would be able to take the heat if Ranma DID by chance lose her focus.
"I can't do it Ryoga... I..-" But he interupted her.
"The only way you'll learn to control it is to use it. The only way to use it is to spar and I'm probably in the range of the few people who could take it! Plus... I really want that last match." Ryoga said.
"..."
They walked for a while in silence.
Ranma stopped.
"Fifteen miles from any civilized place... and I'll spar ya." Ranma said. She tried her smirk but she just couldn't do it anymore.
She ran. Quickly and without any real care as to where she were going. Ranma felt the wind on her face as she jumped. It was amazing. She bounded from a tree up to touch the clouds and back down again. She was very close to putting a tiny bit of life back into her eye. The only thing that could make her forget about her father's death, was her art. And this was it in it's purest form. Not fighting. Not creating barriers. No. Flying.
Or at least... as close to flying as a human can get.
The anything goes style of martial arts made people as close to flying as was phyically possible.
And her new power expanded the anything goes style of martial arts to the clouds.
Ranma's duel with Ryoga had turned out well. Not for the surrounding but Ranma had learned to control her power amazingly. It had been two days since then. Ranma found that Ryoga's endurance was something that could never be trifled with. The first time they had fought Ranma actually had lost control and let loose the huge wave dome of energy she contained. When she regained it she was scared to death Ryoga would be dead. He stood and laughed.
"Is that all you've got Ranma!?" He had cried. He looked like shit but apparently he had been right about Genma. He was fine except for his almost complete nakedness. He'd have to get stronger clothes.
They had been sparring for two days straight. Ranma controlled her body as well as had once controlled her male body. Her immense ki energy had sped up this proccess.
And that was when it happened.
Ryoga died.
He suddenly began to convulse. Ranma had rushed him to the nearest city. She made it to the docters office and they told her that Ryoga would be just fine if they got some of whatever he had been on.
He had undergone a small withdrawl syndrom of... of something. It was as if he had stopped something suddenly and couldn't live with the loss of whatever it had been. Unfortunantly they could find what it was. What could Ryoga possibly have been doing that he would feel withdrawl from?
What originally was what seemed like the symptoms of a withdrawl from some drug, killed him.
Ranma cried again. Almost three hours straight.
The man who had saved her life and basicly kept her from taking her own only a week or so before.. now lay before him, dead.
"Why is everyone I know dying!?" She thought.
She began to fear people. If she met them some freak accident may kill them!
Three weeks later she found her house in Japan.
Three weeks later she found out that her mother had contracted cancer a week before and died.
"What do I do now?" Ranma thought. "I know. I'll still do it. I seek a cure. And I will have it."
Ranma's eyes now had a tint to them. They hinted at cold determination.
Ranma had developed her most powerful technique.
Lidless Window
The Begining.
Heaven was awake.
It had finally happened!
A mortal had FINALLY crossed the heavenly gates set upon them! FINALLY! A mortal had reached it's true potential!
...
Too bad she was in... such bad shape. The cost was to great.
The mini god's and goddesses felt sorry for the man who had been... changed. Everything she had ever held dear was dead. They knew Kami had told them it was neccisary... but... she had nothing left!
And now It would begin.
The End... Is Only the Begining of another End.
Ranma had much to do... If the world was to avoid it's destruction.
Ranma spent two years in China. She trained. Seeking into her ki and meditating for peace she found something. She found that the ki, was her own. She found that there was a lock. An almost unbreakable lock that seemed only breakable at the fleeting moment when one lost everything they loved.
She searched for a cure but found none.
The Musk, allied with the Amazon's, hunted her.
She found that since there had been no Amazon survivors, the Musk had tricked the Amazon's into believing that Ranma had killed the Matriarchs that had died.
At the end of her two years she found herself at the place it all started.
Jusenkyo Valley. Wait... Jusenkyo crater.
But neither of these name fit it anymore. No. It had become Jusenkyo Lake. And the spring that dominated it. Was spring of drown girl.
"Figures." Ranma thought.
Ranma turned and left Jusenkyo. Bound for Japan.
It's time.
The Lidless Window is what she named it? It fits. She can't turn it off very well can she?
A figure burst out laughing an almost murdurous gwafaa.