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Ranma had observed everybody at the place. Nobody was helping him at all. Nobody was going to say, "I object!" for him.
And just when he was going to give up (and get married to Shampoo, all the while planning to kill her right after their wedding so that he would be single again), he heard it.
"Ranma?"
It was a whisper. A voice so soft, yet sweet and angelic, like an angel's. It was a voice of disbelief and shock but the loveliness of it radiated and echoed off trees and the grass. Ranma could not trust what he was hearing. He was dreaming; he had to be. Yet, this was one of the most wonderful dreams he had ever had. It made him feel great to be alive, to actually exist in this lonely, dreadful and cruel world which had hurt him and almost tore him apart once. Ranma was stirred out of his stupor; the stupor he had been in for days.
Only one person had that voice. That person was the owner of the voice he treasured so much. He knew who it was, who it had to be.
"Sazara?"
Akane felt a pang of pain shoot through every vein of her body. He still thought that her name was 'Sazara'. He did not know her true identity. He was relating to her as some stranger she had made up. She had to correct him.
"No, Ranma... I'm not Sazara... I'm Akane."
Ranma could not believe that the two of them seemed to be having a normal conversation before everyone else. She had just told him that she was 'Akane' and he was having a hard time digesting the fact; letting the fact sink into his skin.
"Akane? Somehow, 'Sazara' never fit you. When I called you that, you would take a moment to answer. As if you were holding something back."
"I was trying to prevent myself from bursting out and revealing my real name to you, Ranma."
Akane laughed nervously. She felt ready to explode. She was feeling a gigantic mixture of happiness, pain, sadness, unity, joy, worry, uncertainty and love
"So," she said wistfully, her eyes bright yet misty, "you're getting married?"
"Not if I can help it."
"I can see that you don't want to marry..."
"Then you'll help me object?" Ranma raised an eyebrow, trying to make a joke to ease her nerves, and then he abruptly questioned, "you- why did you leave?"
Akane was taken aback; she was caught surprised. He was still asking her about that?
"Don't you know?" she laughed again, this time a bitter sound. "Wait, you wouldn't know. Nobody does."
"Sa- Akane..." he warned her, his tone growing every moment.
"I caused this problem myself, Ranma," she pleaded, her hands clenched, waiting for his answer, "let's just drop the subject, shall we?"
"No, you will tell me, Akane," when she didn't budge, he added wryly, "this second."
"I don't want to..."
"You came to my wedding for a reason, Akane, that was to see me, wasn't it?"
An indignant and shy look conquered her face, "I didn't know this was your wedding in the first place."
"Akane..."
Akane ignored him and suddenly, for no reason, she turned to face somebody else. That somebody was Cologne.
"I- I'm sorry I disrupted your wedding," she bowed to Cologne in apology and thanked her, "thank you for inviting me," she bowed to Ranma, "accept my apology," she cast her eyes down, "I'll leave."
Akane ran off. Her first reunion with Ranma, the man she was sure she gave her heart to slowly, was a disaster, a tragic nightmare to her.
Ranma stood frozen to the spot. She had run away after furiously apologising. Just then, he caught the look of his parents' faces. His mother was crying and his father was soothing her. Was Nodoka angry about the interruption? No, her tears were tears of love for her son and tears for her son's love. Ranma saw Genma's eyes, an encouraging look, and knew what he had to do.
He went after Akane.
Strange, how the name Akane seemed perfect for her. 'Sazara' was fine but it never really felt right. "A-ka-ne," he tried the words out on his lips.
They ran smoothly over his tongue and came out beautifully. "Aka...ne."
He had been in a trance after Akane had left. No more lessons were held in the dojo. He stayed in his room unless he was needed. When the wedding preparations were made, he felt half his soul desert him to go find the person he loved.
Ranma had lost his love once. Now, he had learned his lesson the hard way. He wasn't about to let that happen again.
He definitely wasn't going to let it happen again. She was not going to slip away from him when he had her close to him.
"Akane."
Her name was perfect.
A/N: I know this chapter is really short but I had thought that the ending was kind of nice. I couldn't bear to let it continue. This story is going to end soon. Maybe two or three more chapters.
I've completed the checking of my exam papers. I dreaded this very much because the teachers have been commenting about how bad we've all done for every single one of our subjects.
On Saturday, we had a barbecue at the beach. My sister, cousins, I and my tuition classmates (whom I do not know at all) and my tuition teacher went to the beach and played a few games.
Before that, I had a walkathon. Everybody in my school walked eight kilometres from CHIJMES back to my school.
A few days back, I submitted a composition (of not more than a thousand words) to a magazine. We were told to write about our families and how we got closer to each other.
Ranma had observed everybody at the place. Nobody was helping him at all. Nobody was going to say, "I object!" for him.
And just when he was going to give up (and get married to Shampoo, all the while planning to kill her right after their wedding so that he would be single again), he heard it.
"Ranma?"
It was a whisper. A voice so soft, yet sweet and angelic, like an angel's. It was a voice of disbelief and shock but the loveliness of it radiated and echoed off trees and the grass. Ranma could not trust what he was hearing. He was dreaming; he had to be. Yet, this was one of the most wonderful dreams he had ever had. It made him feel great to be alive, to actually exist in this lonely, dreadful and cruel world which had hurt him and almost tore him apart once. Ranma was stirred out of his stupor; the stupor he had been in for days.
Only one person had that voice. That person was the owner of the voice he treasured so much. He knew who it was, who it had to be.
"Sazara?"
Akane felt a pang of pain shoot through every vein of her body. He still thought that her name was 'Sazara'. He did not know her true identity. He was relating to her as some stranger she had made up. She had to correct him.
"No, Ranma... I'm not Sazara... I'm Akane."
Ranma could not believe that the two of them seemed to be having a normal conversation before everyone else. She had just told him that she was 'Akane' and he was having a hard time digesting the fact; letting the fact sink into his skin.
"Akane? Somehow, 'Sazara' never fit you. When I called you that, you would take a moment to answer. As if you were holding something back."
"I was trying to prevent myself from bursting out and revealing my real name to you, Ranma."
Akane laughed nervously. She felt ready to explode. She was feeling a gigantic mixture of happiness, pain, sadness, unity, joy, worry, uncertainty and love
"So," she said wistfully, her eyes bright yet misty, "you're getting married?"
"Not if I can help it."
"I can see that you don't want to marry..."
"Then you'll help me object?" Ranma raised an eyebrow, trying to make a joke to ease her nerves, and then he abruptly questioned, "you- why did you leave?"
Akane was taken aback; she was caught surprised. He was still asking her about that?
"Don't you know?" she laughed again, this time a bitter sound. "Wait, you wouldn't know. Nobody does."
"Sa- Akane..." he warned her, his tone growing every moment.
"I caused this problem myself, Ranma," she pleaded, her hands clenched, waiting for his answer, "let's just drop the subject, shall we?"
"No, you will tell me, Akane," when she didn't budge, he added wryly, "this second."
"I don't want to..."
"You came to my wedding for a reason, Akane, that was to see me, wasn't it?"
An indignant and shy look conquered her face, "I didn't know this was your wedding in the first place."
"Akane..."
Akane ignored him and suddenly, for no reason, she turned to face somebody else. That somebody was Cologne.
"I- I'm sorry I disrupted your wedding," she bowed to Cologne in apology and thanked her, "thank you for inviting me," she bowed to Ranma, "accept my apology," she cast her eyes down, "I'll leave."
Akane ran off. Her first reunion with Ranma, the man she was sure she gave her heart to slowly, was a disaster, a tragic nightmare to her.
Ranma stood frozen to the spot. She had run away after furiously apologising. Just then, he caught the look of his parents' faces. His mother was crying and his father was soothing her. Was Nodoka angry about the interruption? No, her tears were tears of love for her son and tears for her son's love. Ranma saw Genma's eyes, an encouraging look, and knew what he had to do.
He went after Akane.
Strange, how the name Akane seemed perfect for her. 'Sazara' was fine but it never really felt right. "A-ka-ne," he tried the words out on his lips.
They ran smoothly over his tongue and came out beautifully. "Aka...ne."
He had been in a trance after Akane had left. No more lessons were held in the dojo. He stayed in his room unless he was needed. When the wedding preparations were made, he felt half his soul desert him to go find the person he loved.
Ranma had lost his love once. Now, he had learned his lesson the hard way. He wasn't about to let that happen again.
He definitely wasn't going to let it happen again. She was not going to slip away from him when he had her close to him.
"Akane."
Her name was perfect.
A/N: I know this chapter is really short but I had thought that the ending was kind of nice. I couldn't bear to let it continue. This story is going to end soon. Maybe two or three more chapters.
I've completed the checking of my exam papers. I dreaded this very much because the teachers have been commenting about how bad we've all done for every single one of our subjects.
On Saturday, we had a barbecue at the beach. My sister, cousins, I and my tuition classmates (whom I do not know at all) and my tuition teacher went to the beach and played a few games.
Before that, I had a walkathon. Everybody in my school walked eight kilometres from CHIJMES back to my school.
A few days back, I submitted a composition (of not more than a thousand words) to a magazine. We were told to write about our families and how we got closer to each other.