Hey guys!
A.N. READ IF YOU WERE CONFUSED: I got a bunch of reviews (thank you 10x to animekay, Lil DJ Bunnie, Tigerlilly, Mirado the Black Warrior, Cheese, xxSamurai89xx, Lord Shinji, and others I LOVE YOU ALL!!) but many were along the lines of "say what?", and I was asked to please explain what the hell happened. The deal was that Akane, As all you Ranma freaks will know, has a nasty habit of jumping to conclusions, being jealous, suspicious, and senselessly violent. Anger management allowed her to control her anger, but when Ranma held her, she saw (in her mind, they weren't there literally), all the "fiancées" grabbing him, jumping him, kissing him, etc., and her old jealousy and temper just came out full blown after being repressed for so long, and she reverted to her old habits of acting like a jealous bitch who wouldn't let Ranma have a word in edgeways. Hope this cleared up a few things, or at least didn't make you more confused. Oh, a few commented on the fact that I had like no spaces at the beginning. Ironically I am usually scarily picky about that, but this time I forgot. I reloaded it so it's better now, but thank you to Pilgrim and Kinai for pointing it out.
Let me know if you have any more questions,
Dark Eyed Mermaid
P.S.- this chapter contains drug use and suicide. If you don't like that don't read it.
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Ranma sat in his bathtub, holding a small bottle in his hand. He was naked from the waist up, and he shivered remembering that he had left a window open.
"Oh well", he thought. "It doesn't matter now. Being cold's the least of my worries."
Ranma turned the bottle over in his hand, wondering what he should do with its contents. It contained something that he had only once used when he was nineteen, a time when his life was at its peak of misery, and had been briefly at peace with himself. But his sense of self-respect was great enough that he had never used it again. When Ranma was nineteen his mother had died of cancer, and he never let himself forget that he had never said goodbye, told her he loved her, or told her the truth about his curse. Worst still, she had not seen him in his male form since he had been six years old, so she had died never having seen her son be a man, in any context.
"At least you died respecting me, mom. It's probably good you didn't live to see me commit this dishonorable act."
Ranma reached to the floor to where he had dropped a small locked box, and not bothering with the key, broke the lock with no trouble at all. Inside was a hypodermic needle. He took it out and turned it over in his hand. Ranma at this point decided that his mind, which he had always been told was a terrible thing to waste, was a fantastic thing to waste. A wonderful thing to waste. It had caused him nothing but trouble since that day he first opened it and received a memory, and he wanted it to die along with his spirit.
Ranma took the syringe out of its plastic wrapper and stuck the needle into the bottle. He began to draw the contents into the syringe. 5 milliliters, 10 milliliters, 15, 20...
"What the hell" thought Ranma, and filled it to 35 milliliters. He put the bottle on the rim of the tub, and took the needle in his right hand.
"I'm sorry mom", Ranma thought, and plunged the needle deep into the crook of his elbow.
The poison, the deadly poison, the beautiful, sweet, terrible deadly poison swept through Ranma's body. He could feel it surge through his bloodstream, he could hear his brain, blood, organs, his whole body screaming, crying, begging him for mercy. He smiled to himself. Ranma was punishing his brain, his mind. It had never shown him mercy. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a beautiful poison for a painful life.
Ranma sank back into the tub. He knew that now was the time. He could do what he had to do. He couldn't have before, but he could now. He reached up and took something small and shiny off the shelf above him. It was thin, it was metal, it was very, very sharp. It was deadly.
Ranma held out his arm. The same arm that had betrayed his body and given him one last good feeling. It was a treacherous arm, and it was going to be punished. Ranma knew with the last ounce of reason he still possessed that this was no Seppuku or Hara Kari. This was suicide. Simple, dirty, dishonorable suicide. He knew as he lay back on the rim of the tub, that he would never see heaven. But he didn't care. He just wanted out. For it all to be over. He closed his eyes and clenched his fist. He had read somewhere that when one did this, one felt a sense of release. A sense of relief in the thought that it was almost over. But he didn't. Ranma didn't feel anything except the steady dripping sound. The sound began to annoy him, and he decided that the tub should be filled with water. Ranma turned on the hot tap with his foot, and the sound of the water filling the tub rushing around him thudded through his head.
Ranma remembered as a child, his mother reading him the Bible. His favorite story had been about Moses, and the plagues brought upon the Egyptians.
"I am Moses," thought Ranma. "As I sit here, the water turns to blood. I bring plague upon this world. I AM a plague to this world... to my father, to the Tendos... to Akane ..."
Ranma began to see his life flash before his eyes. He saw himself at age three. He had just been yelled at by his father for crying after cutting his knee. His father told him to be a man, and that men don't cry. His mother holds him on her arms and told him that he could cry, that men could cry. "You were wrong, mom" Ranma thought as he watched. Then Ranma was six, and he was being awoken at four in the morning by his father, who told him they were going on a little trip. Ranma cried because he didn't want to wake up, he wanted his mommy. His father slapped him and told him not to be a damn little fool. Then he was sixteen and falling into the spring... the spring that would change his life as he knew it. He never had gotten rid of the curse. Then he was sixteen again, and saw Akane for the first time. Akane... she was so beautiful, so pure. And he felt the familiar lurch of his heart as he saw her... he saw her, Akane... HIS Akane... AKANE!!!!!!
In a flash Ranma woke up as if from a nightmare. He looked around and saw the red water swirling around him. He jerked his arm violently and heard the bottle clatter to the floor and roll away into oblivion. He felt the searing pain shooting up his left arm, and saw the long wound across his wrist. He clamped his hand down on his wrist and tried to stand, but he felt his strength ebbing away, and he dropped back into the bathtub with a splash, sending the red water spilling across the tile floor. Ranma felt himself losing consciousness, but he couldn't! He had to reach Akane!
"Akane! Oh God, Akane please help me! Akane!! AKANEEEE!!!"
Ranma screamed her name one last time, as he sank into the water.
"I've tried... Akane... it's up to you... please... save me ..." Ranma thought to himself, just before his world turned black.
-R&R-
Dark Eyed Mermaid
A.N. READ IF YOU WERE CONFUSED: I got a bunch of reviews (thank you 10x to animekay, Lil DJ Bunnie, Tigerlilly, Mirado the Black Warrior, Cheese, xxSamurai89xx, Lord Shinji, and others I LOVE YOU ALL!!) but many were along the lines of "say what?", and I was asked to please explain what the hell happened. The deal was that Akane, As all you Ranma freaks will know, has a nasty habit of jumping to conclusions, being jealous, suspicious, and senselessly violent. Anger management allowed her to control her anger, but when Ranma held her, she saw (in her mind, they weren't there literally), all the "fiancées" grabbing him, jumping him, kissing him, etc., and her old jealousy and temper just came out full blown after being repressed for so long, and she reverted to her old habits of acting like a jealous bitch who wouldn't let Ranma have a word in edgeways. Hope this cleared up a few things, or at least didn't make you more confused. Oh, a few commented on the fact that I had like no spaces at the beginning. Ironically I am usually scarily picky about that, but this time I forgot. I reloaded it so it's better now, but thank you to Pilgrim and Kinai for pointing it out.
Let me know if you have any more questions,
Dark Eyed Mermaid
P.S.- this chapter contains drug use and suicide. If you don't like that don't read it.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ranma sat in his bathtub, holding a small bottle in his hand. He was naked from the waist up, and he shivered remembering that he had left a window open.
"Oh well", he thought. "It doesn't matter now. Being cold's the least of my worries."
Ranma turned the bottle over in his hand, wondering what he should do with its contents. It contained something that he had only once used when he was nineteen, a time when his life was at its peak of misery, and had been briefly at peace with himself. But his sense of self-respect was great enough that he had never used it again. When Ranma was nineteen his mother had died of cancer, and he never let himself forget that he had never said goodbye, told her he loved her, or told her the truth about his curse. Worst still, she had not seen him in his male form since he had been six years old, so she had died never having seen her son be a man, in any context.
"At least you died respecting me, mom. It's probably good you didn't live to see me commit this dishonorable act."
Ranma reached to the floor to where he had dropped a small locked box, and not bothering with the key, broke the lock with no trouble at all. Inside was a hypodermic needle. He took it out and turned it over in his hand. Ranma at this point decided that his mind, which he had always been told was a terrible thing to waste, was a fantastic thing to waste. A wonderful thing to waste. It had caused him nothing but trouble since that day he first opened it and received a memory, and he wanted it to die along with his spirit.
Ranma took the syringe out of its plastic wrapper and stuck the needle into the bottle. He began to draw the contents into the syringe. 5 milliliters, 10 milliliters, 15, 20...
"What the hell" thought Ranma, and filled it to 35 milliliters. He put the bottle on the rim of the tub, and took the needle in his right hand.
"I'm sorry mom", Ranma thought, and plunged the needle deep into the crook of his elbow.
The poison, the deadly poison, the beautiful, sweet, terrible deadly poison swept through Ranma's body. He could feel it surge through his bloodstream, he could hear his brain, blood, organs, his whole body screaming, crying, begging him for mercy. He smiled to himself. Ranma was punishing his brain, his mind. It had never shown him mercy. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a beautiful poison for a painful life.
Ranma sank back into the tub. He knew that now was the time. He could do what he had to do. He couldn't have before, but he could now. He reached up and took something small and shiny off the shelf above him. It was thin, it was metal, it was very, very sharp. It was deadly.
Ranma held out his arm. The same arm that had betrayed his body and given him one last good feeling. It was a treacherous arm, and it was going to be punished. Ranma knew with the last ounce of reason he still possessed that this was no Seppuku or Hara Kari. This was suicide. Simple, dirty, dishonorable suicide. He knew as he lay back on the rim of the tub, that he would never see heaven. But he didn't care. He just wanted out. For it all to be over. He closed his eyes and clenched his fist. He had read somewhere that when one did this, one felt a sense of release. A sense of relief in the thought that it was almost over. But he didn't. Ranma didn't feel anything except the steady dripping sound. The sound began to annoy him, and he decided that the tub should be filled with water. Ranma turned on the hot tap with his foot, and the sound of the water filling the tub rushing around him thudded through his head.
Ranma remembered as a child, his mother reading him the Bible. His favorite story had been about Moses, and the plagues brought upon the Egyptians.
"I am Moses," thought Ranma. "As I sit here, the water turns to blood. I bring plague upon this world. I AM a plague to this world... to my father, to the Tendos... to Akane ..."
Ranma began to see his life flash before his eyes. He saw himself at age three. He had just been yelled at by his father for crying after cutting his knee. His father told him to be a man, and that men don't cry. His mother holds him on her arms and told him that he could cry, that men could cry. "You were wrong, mom" Ranma thought as he watched. Then Ranma was six, and he was being awoken at four in the morning by his father, who told him they were going on a little trip. Ranma cried because he didn't want to wake up, he wanted his mommy. His father slapped him and told him not to be a damn little fool. Then he was sixteen and falling into the spring... the spring that would change his life as he knew it. He never had gotten rid of the curse. Then he was sixteen again, and saw Akane for the first time. Akane... she was so beautiful, so pure. And he felt the familiar lurch of his heart as he saw her... he saw her, Akane... HIS Akane... AKANE!!!!!!
In a flash Ranma woke up as if from a nightmare. He looked around and saw the red water swirling around him. He jerked his arm violently and heard the bottle clatter to the floor and roll away into oblivion. He felt the searing pain shooting up his left arm, and saw the long wound across his wrist. He clamped his hand down on his wrist and tried to stand, but he felt his strength ebbing away, and he dropped back into the bathtub with a splash, sending the red water spilling across the tile floor. Ranma felt himself losing consciousness, but he couldn't! He had to reach Akane!
"Akane! Oh God, Akane please help me! Akane!! AKANEEEE!!!"
Ranma screamed her name one last time, as he sank into the water.
"I've tried... Akane... it's up to you... please... save me ..." Ranma thought to himself, just before his world turned black.
-R&R-
Dark Eyed Mermaid