The Crow ½ : Dragons Rising
Written by Dark Angel 98s
Disclaimer: Please note, I don't own any of these characters or world concepts. I just own the story they are in. Comments and Critisms can got to darkangel98s@hotmail.com or posted where you found this story. Flames can go to that very bad place I save for non-constructive critics. New Jersey. If you wonder why this took so long to do, then check out the Afterward. It's at the end. Duh.
The Crow ½: Dragons Rising Chapter Seven: Dancing in Moonlight with Her Heart and Soul.
Sansuke smiled. Even with Ryoga, Ukyou, and that cross dressing ninja fool, capturing Akane had been far to easy. A throwing knife twirled into his hand and pressed into the crippled girls throat. His throaty whisper sent shivers down her spine. "Struggle and you die."
He was ready to order his men to finish the others as he made his escape, when he saw the shadow rising across the moons reflection in the pond beside him, and a rage filled name was screamed out so that it echoed across the night.
"AKANE!!!"
He barely got out of the way in time of the brutal jump kick that the descending Ranma launched, and watched in horror as the young mans attack shattered the stone he had been standing on. He pressed the knife to the young girls throat harder. "Move and she dies, Ranma! I mean it!"
In the pale, silver light of the moon, the kneeling boy slowly lifted his head. His face slowly turned upwards, it's ghostly white pallor made more eerie, black makeup streaks like tears trailing down his cheeks, those blue eyes glowing with something inhuman, demonic. He didn't even have a chance to make another threat.
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Ryoga was relieved when Ranma arrived. Now the odds were way more in their favor. The unkillable Ranma could mow through these ninja's with no problem. He almost cheered, when Ranma moved from the crouch he had landed in.
Only all of his years of training and all of his constant battles with Ranma and others capable of inhuman speed allowed him to follow what happened as Ranma attacked. The knife that Sansuke held to Akane's throat was suddenly gone, along with part of the evil ninja's arm. Ranma simply ripped it away. Then the little Sansuke was punched so hard, Ryoga heard the bones in his shoulder splinter like dry kindling, even from where he and the others were standing. And all of this in the split second of one heartbeat.
Their foes changed targets, descending on Ranma in a tide of black uniforms and gleaming steel. Soun started to move forward to help, but Konatsu's hand stopped him.
"What are you doing?!? My Daughter."
"Is safe, Mr. Tendo. Ranma will protect her."
"Ranma? But he is." Soun's gaze drifted back to the black clad warrior at the center of the descending ninja horde. "But how."
"Oh my god." Ukyou's voice conveyed all the horror of what was occurring beside the pond. The ninja's had reached Ranma, and Ranma was a bloody whirlwind in their center.
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They came on him like a wave, and crashed against the jagged rocks of his rage. He spun a circuit around Akane, a broad sword sliding from the sleeve of the coat he had stolen from Mouse, and even as it extended, it spilled ones insides out. His leg kicked out, splintering the knee of another, followed by the throwing knife taken from Sansuke nearly splitting that ones skull in half. He leapt up, flipping over Akane, intercepting a sword stroke meant for her with a brutal kick that snapped the ninja's blade in half, while throwing his own sword through the throat of a foe who had tried to strike where he had just been. Still in mid-air his palm extended and his aura flared crimson, crows wings flaring out around him, and a blast of scarlet energy tore through several of those approaching.
He rolled, latching onto the one who was only just figuring out that his sword was no longer whole, and kicked off of him, using him to gain height, and he used the Hidden weapons skills stolen from Mouse's mind to fire of countless projectiles, a rain of blunt and edged destruction fell down upon them, Akane safely at the center of it all.
Ranma was finally a target for them now though, for in mid-air, all of his unnatural speed could not make him so difficult to follow. Their retaliatory strike came in the form of dozens of razor edged steel shuriken, filling the sky with faint twinkles like a night suddenly full of fireflies. Ranma twisted in mid-air, spinning suddenly, like a top, and he suddenly blurred hands snagging weapons from the air itself, and he roared, those crimson crow wings forming from his aura, wrapped around his body, before snapping out, and like feathers shed, the ninja's own weapons fell back upon them.
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Ryoga snapped his umbrella open, and spun it with all the speed and force he could muster. The ninja's thrown shuriken came back with such force that wood around them shattered as they struck all around the dojo's doorframe. Everyone was behind Ryoga now, trusting in him to keep them safe. He prayed he could.
They struck with the force of gunshots, a dozen in the span of a second, and the reinforced umbrella shuddered in his hand, before the deadly darts were redirected, smashing through the floor, walls and ceiling. He peeked over the top of the umbrella, and sighed faintly in relief. Whatever risk Ranma was running to them, he was still keeping Akane safe. She was surrounded in a ring of dead ninja's and weapons, none having come close to hitting her.
He snapped the umbrella closed, and lowered it to his side. It was too risky for all of them here. One of Ranma's attacks was very likely to kill one of them as easily as it was killing the Kuno's goons.
"Konatsu, get them out of here. It's to dangerous." HE took a half step towards the door.
Konatsu looked startled for a moment, never having been put in charge like this before, but nodded his assent. He was just in time to stop Akari from running past him, and latching onto Ryoga, and try with all of her might to hold him back.
"RYOGA!!! Come with us please. It's too dangerous, even for you. Please don't leave me.." Her voice dropped to a weak, whimpering whisper. "I'm not strong enough to loose you."
He had her in his arms before she had even finished, holding her close, kissing her with all of the love and affection he could muster. His fingers found, and pressed pressure points with a gentleness one would not believe of someone of his strength. She collapsed into his arms, asleep.
He slid her into Soun's arms. "Take care of her, sir. Please.?"
"Like she was my own, Lad."
Ryoga nodded and kissed her one last time. "I'll be with you shortly dear. I promise." He turned, and without a second glance, walked outside as the others ran out the back. The scene outside was a grisly war zone, and at it's center was Ranma and Akane, standing, facing one another, looking into each others eyes. It was almost to surreal for him. He didn't even notice the ninja until he was in mid-air and sword was striking out, driving strait through Ranma's shoulder. Ranma and Akane both looked down at the foot of steel sticking out from him, before Ranma collapsed, falling in a boneless heap.
Their cry was simultaneous, one filled with the fear of a second loss, and the other in disbelief and anger. "RANMA!"
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Happosai sat cross-legged, pipe in his mouth and he was puffing away, watching through the cloud of foul scented smoke the crow. Ranma's Crow. His watch keeper as well as a link to the land of the living. And the damned thing had almost died.
The bird looked at him again, and angry recognition filled it's eyes. It cawed once, in anger, and hopped around weakly due to it's wounds, and the huge compress that covered it's body like some kind of strange mummy's wrap.
"Be thankful I AM the one that found you. If Cologne had found you, you would have been in worse shape than this, since she would have recognized your Aura for Ranma's. Wouldn't that have been wonderful?" He nudged it with the end of his pipe. "Of course, in your condition, A dog could make short work of you now. And where would that leave Ranma, Hmmm?"
It Cawed again, but he settled back and ignored it. He did not care if the bird did not like him because of his past with their kind. He just hoped that Ranma could stay out of trouble long enough for this birds gifts and his own talents to heal it. Otherwise, Ranma could end up in a lot worse place than purgatory.
"Damn it all." He blew out an annoyed puff of thick black smoke.
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Ranma landed with a grace that seemed at odds with his deadly nature, and found himself eye to eye with the woman who held his heart, who had been his reason for living, his sole focus for returning from death itself, and time froze.
Her eyes were as brown and beautiful as ever, murky pools that drug him in and lost him in their depths. Her face, pale skin glowing in the darkness seemed to lend her and fragile quality, almost like a porcelain doll, and all the more beautiful for it. Black hair hung down in an almost perfect frame, a long dark strand hanging down on each side. No one could compare to her at that moment.
Her love, her disbelief, her hope flooded him, and washed away all the anger and hate, and he stood before her as he should have been while he was alive.
"Are you real?" Her voice trembled with doubt, with sorrow at this only being a dream. "Is it really you Ranma. Really you, alive, and not some sick dream?"
"Akane." His hand brushed her cheek softly. "It's really me." His mouth was open to say more, to tell her how much he loved her, and missed her. How much she meant to him. How sorry he was he could not save them both. He never got the chance, as a foot of cold steel burst forth from just above his heart. Both of their gazes drifted down, and he stared at the wound that bleed, and didn't close over like the others. He looked back into her eyes, and felt himself falling as the darkness leapt up and grabbed him.
"Ranma!" Akane cried out as his body fell, and her love seemed to die in front of her eyes again, leaving her to face the murderous Sansuke again. He was leaping at her, hate in his eyes, a knife in his remaining good hand to finish her off. She caught sight of Ryoga out of the corner of her eye, arm rearing back with a half dozen bandannas in it, trying to release and take out the threat before he reached Akane, but she knew he wouldn't make it. Nothing would save her this time. She could finally join Ranma, in peace.
Suddenly there was a blur between the two of them, and the knife stopped a hairs breath from her breast. Ranma was beside her, holding Sansuke's wrists. Blood soaked his cloths, and ran freely along the blade that speared him.
"Akane is mine. I won't fail to protect her again. NEVER AGAIN!!! NOW DIE FOR YOUR SINS!!!" His voice echoed with dark power, and the fist that struck Sansuke had force of a god behind it. Blood sprayed across the ground, and the ninja's headless body fell to the ground. "I won't fail her again. I love her too much." His second collapse, he was not alone as Akane released her crutches and clung to him, and Ryoga dove to catch them both.
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Ranma awoke in darkness, his shoulder aflame. He winced and slowly sat up. A small hand slid out of the darkness and pressed onto his good side. Despite it's strength, he could have pushed himself up easily, but he did not. He laid back onto the mat, and looked for who had held him down. He lay perfectly in moonlight, so seeing into the darkness was difficult. Seeing the other person was easier when she leaned into the light and kissed him.
Akane's lips were just as soft and warm as he had imagined in his adolescent fantasies. Her body pressed against him was a warm, soft, peaceful moment that felt like it stretched out forever. When she finally broke it, he almost wept. But she stayed against him, warm and soft, and their bodies seemed to fit together like they were always meant to be together.
Her head rest against his chest, and he looked at her under the full moons glow. She was still just as beautiful as she always was. The scars that cut their white lines across her face did nothing to detract from her beauty. His hand slowly moved to touch her cheek, fingertips tracing along each scar, as if memorizing it.
Her voice was soft and gentle in the silence of the dark bedroom. "Your heartbeat is so strong. So regular. Like it could run on forever. Like it had never stopped." She turned her head slowly, and looked up at him, tears rolling down her cheeks. "You died Ranma, and now you are here. Alive. Why."
"Akane."
"I don't want to hear what you told Ukyou and Ryoga. I want to hear why you had to come back, and look for revenge. Why you had to come back and stir up everything." Her small fist grasp his arm and squeezed. "Why did you have to come back now? Just to kill? Just to destroy?"
His hand came down to brush the hair that had fallen into her eyes away. "I came back for you Akane. To get you justice, to set your life back on the path it was. Not for me, not for petty revenge. To set all the wrong stuff right, for the woman I never got to tell I love."
Both of their eyes were in tears, she wrapped her arms around him, and he rose slightly to kiss her. Their lips were the bridge for their souls to touch, and Ranma's gifts linked their minds, and hearts, and Akane knew all that had and still did make up Ranma Saotome.
"You can't stay can you." She fought back the tears and sorrow that filled her voice.
"Once the Kuno's and Cologne have been shown their mistakes, I'll leave." She started to speak, but he touched her lips with his fingertip. "I would stay if I could, but I can't. They won't let me. I'm dead, after all."
She started to sob, overwhelmed with sorrow, but his hand traced the scars along her face again, and he stole it from her, drinking it in and burying it beneath his own love for her. All of her pain was drawn from her, memories best left behind dulled, and he used all of his powers to bring peace to her for the first time in a year.
As she calmed, her eyes searched him, studying him as intently as he had ever been before. Her own hand reached up and caressed his face, soft and feather like. "I only have this one night with you, don't I?" He nodded. She looked down, biting her lip briefly. "Then be with me Ranma. Please."
"Akane."
"Just this once Ranma. Let's be together as we should have been, if our lives had been normal. Let me remember you live this forever." She trembled against him, even his powers not removing the sting of events so long ago. He rose slightly, and took her face gently between his hands, and kissed her softly. Their timid kiss changed slowly, from afraid to exploring, to desperate and lasted for what seemed like hours.
He rolled her onto her back, and his hands slowly explored her body, atop cloths, brief brushes of skin on skin linking their minds, filling them both with the others love and rising passions. Slowly cloths slithered off, Akane's leg braces, and undergarments, all mounded beside them. Their hands explored each others naked bodies with a rising desperation, their mouths tasting the hot sweaty flesh, tongues racing across bare skin.
"Ranma, Please.."
He entered her gently, and their bodies became one, mind and spirit intertwining, and his energy flowed through her weakened body. As they moved as one, flesh softly sliding against flesh, both of their moans and breathing the only thing in either of their worlds, her body began to change beneath him. Strength she had not had in so long flowed into weakened limbs, skin rippled muscles grew back to what they once had been. Her legs suddenly wrapped around his waist with a sudden surprising strength, and her arms hugged his neck, trapping him inside her, trying to hold him forever, as they both reached climax for the first time.
"Ranma.!!!"
"Akane.!!!"
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She woke up to the early morning sunrise, alone on the floor mat. She rose quickly, sitting up, worried that he had gone already. He was sitting their, across from her, on the floor, dressed in the black shirt she had bought for him and never given, the one with the silver dragon spiraling around it, and that odd black coat with the Chinese designs. He was within arms reach, and as she stared at him, he leaned forward suddenly and kissed her, with all of the passion they had shared last night. It was over far to quickly for Akane's liking. When he drew back, tears fell from his eyes.
"Ranma."
"Goodbye Akane. I love you. I always have, and always will." And with that he was up and running, leaping out the windows, and into the early morning day.
"RANMA!!!" She wrapped the sheets around herself and ran down stairs, and past her family and friends as they ate breakfast, and she looked for him across the yard. Tears fell from her own eyes, and her body shook with fighting back the sobs. "Ranma."
"Akane! Your Walking!" She didn't know who said it, and did not care. All she knew was that the man she was meant to love was gone, and that she was going to be alone for the rest of her live. She prayed silently that everyone who had taken him from her got exactly what they deserved from him.
The End. For the moment.
Authors Notes: I moved across the nation twice, had job problems, had financial problems, and got a girlfriend/now fiancée. I've been busy damn it. But here it is. time to finish this story and I am going to knock it out, because I don't want to be a quitter. Plus everyone seems to love this story.
Alright, about this chapter. Ranma can heal. He doesn't know how consciously, but he can. The Crow had Eric forcing the heroin strait out of someone's arm. Ranma has a lot more control of his Ki and can naturally heal himself much faster than other people. How else do you explain how fast he recovers in the anime and mangas.
And oh my goodness. Akane and Ranma made love. Damn right. They deserve it more than anyone. I healed Akane as best as I could, so Akane fans rejoice. She might even get luckier, by the end.
Well. Tell me what you like and what you want to see and feel needs improving in reviews where you find this story posted and by e-mailing me at darkangel98s@hotmail.com. You have nothing better to do than be mean and flame me, you can fucking DIE!!!!
Thank you for reading. PEACE Darkangel98s
Disclaimer: Please note, I don't own any of these characters or world concepts. I just own the story they are in. Comments and Critisms can got to darkangel98s@hotmail.com or posted where you found this story. Flames can go to that very bad place I save for non-constructive critics. New Jersey. If you wonder why this took so long to do, then check out the Afterward. It's at the end. Duh.
The Crow ½: Dragons Rising Chapter Seven: Dancing in Moonlight with Her Heart and Soul.
Sansuke smiled. Even with Ryoga, Ukyou, and that cross dressing ninja fool, capturing Akane had been far to easy. A throwing knife twirled into his hand and pressed into the crippled girls throat. His throaty whisper sent shivers down her spine. "Struggle and you die."
He was ready to order his men to finish the others as he made his escape, when he saw the shadow rising across the moons reflection in the pond beside him, and a rage filled name was screamed out so that it echoed across the night.
"AKANE!!!"
He barely got out of the way in time of the brutal jump kick that the descending Ranma launched, and watched in horror as the young mans attack shattered the stone he had been standing on. He pressed the knife to the young girls throat harder. "Move and she dies, Ranma! I mean it!"
In the pale, silver light of the moon, the kneeling boy slowly lifted his head. His face slowly turned upwards, it's ghostly white pallor made more eerie, black makeup streaks like tears trailing down his cheeks, those blue eyes glowing with something inhuman, demonic. He didn't even have a chance to make another threat.
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Ryoga was relieved when Ranma arrived. Now the odds were way more in their favor. The unkillable Ranma could mow through these ninja's with no problem. He almost cheered, when Ranma moved from the crouch he had landed in.
Only all of his years of training and all of his constant battles with Ranma and others capable of inhuman speed allowed him to follow what happened as Ranma attacked. The knife that Sansuke held to Akane's throat was suddenly gone, along with part of the evil ninja's arm. Ranma simply ripped it away. Then the little Sansuke was punched so hard, Ryoga heard the bones in his shoulder splinter like dry kindling, even from where he and the others were standing. And all of this in the split second of one heartbeat.
Their foes changed targets, descending on Ranma in a tide of black uniforms and gleaming steel. Soun started to move forward to help, but Konatsu's hand stopped him.
"What are you doing?!? My Daughter."
"Is safe, Mr. Tendo. Ranma will protect her."
"Ranma? But he is." Soun's gaze drifted back to the black clad warrior at the center of the descending ninja horde. "But how."
"Oh my god." Ukyou's voice conveyed all the horror of what was occurring beside the pond. The ninja's had reached Ranma, and Ranma was a bloody whirlwind in their center.
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They came on him like a wave, and crashed against the jagged rocks of his rage. He spun a circuit around Akane, a broad sword sliding from the sleeve of the coat he had stolen from Mouse, and even as it extended, it spilled ones insides out. His leg kicked out, splintering the knee of another, followed by the throwing knife taken from Sansuke nearly splitting that ones skull in half. He leapt up, flipping over Akane, intercepting a sword stroke meant for her with a brutal kick that snapped the ninja's blade in half, while throwing his own sword through the throat of a foe who had tried to strike where he had just been. Still in mid-air his palm extended and his aura flared crimson, crows wings flaring out around him, and a blast of scarlet energy tore through several of those approaching.
He rolled, latching onto the one who was only just figuring out that his sword was no longer whole, and kicked off of him, using him to gain height, and he used the Hidden weapons skills stolen from Mouse's mind to fire of countless projectiles, a rain of blunt and edged destruction fell down upon them, Akane safely at the center of it all.
Ranma was finally a target for them now though, for in mid-air, all of his unnatural speed could not make him so difficult to follow. Their retaliatory strike came in the form of dozens of razor edged steel shuriken, filling the sky with faint twinkles like a night suddenly full of fireflies. Ranma twisted in mid-air, spinning suddenly, like a top, and he suddenly blurred hands snagging weapons from the air itself, and he roared, those crimson crow wings forming from his aura, wrapped around his body, before snapping out, and like feathers shed, the ninja's own weapons fell back upon them.
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Ryoga snapped his umbrella open, and spun it with all the speed and force he could muster. The ninja's thrown shuriken came back with such force that wood around them shattered as they struck all around the dojo's doorframe. Everyone was behind Ryoga now, trusting in him to keep them safe. He prayed he could.
They struck with the force of gunshots, a dozen in the span of a second, and the reinforced umbrella shuddered in his hand, before the deadly darts were redirected, smashing through the floor, walls and ceiling. He peeked over the top of the umbrella, and sighed faintly in relief. Whatever risk Ranma was running to them, he was still keeping Akane safe. She was surrounded in a ring of dead ninja's and weapons, none having come close to hitting her.
He snapped the umbrella closed, and lowered it to his side. It was too risky for all of them here. One of Ranma's attacks was very likely to kill one of them as easily as it was killing the Kuno's goons.
"Konatsu, get them out of here. It's to dangerous." HE took a half step towards the door.
Konatsu looked startled for a moment, never having been put in charge like this before, but nodded his assent. He was just in time to stop Akari from running past him, and latching onto Ryoga, and try with all of her might to hold him back.
"RYOGA!!! Come with us please. It's too dangerous, even for you. Please don't leave me.." Her voice dropped to a weak, whimpering whisper. "I'm not strong enough to loose you."
He had her in his arms before she had even finished, holding her close, kissing her with all of the love and affection he could muster. His fingers found, and pressed pressure points with a gentleness one would not believe of someone of his strength. She collapsed into his arms, asleep.
He slid her into Soun's arms. "Take care of her, sir. Please.?"
"Like she was my own, Lad."
Ryoga nodded and kissed her one last time. "I'll be with you shortly dear. I promise." He turned, and without a second glance, walked outside as the others ran out the back. The scene outside was a grisly war zone, and at it's center was Ranma and Akane, standing, facing one another, looking into each others eyes. It was almost to surreal for him. He didn't even notice the ninja until he was in mid-air and sword was striking out, driving strait through Ranma's shoulder. Ranma and Akane both looked down at the foot of steel sticking out from him, before Ranma collapsed, falling in a boneless heap.
Their cry was simultaneous, one filled with the fear of a second loss, and the other in disbelief and anger. "RANMA!"
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Happosai sat cross-legged, pipe in his mouth and he was puffing away, watching through the cloud of foul scented smoke the crow. Ranma's Crow. His watch keeper as well as a link to the land of the living. And the damned thing had almost died.
The bird looked at him again, and angry recognition filled it's eyes. It cawed once, in anger, and hopped around weakly due to it's wounds, and the huge compress that covered it's body like some kind of strange mummy's wrap.
"Be thankful I AM the one that found you. If Cologne had found you, you would have been in worse shape than this, since she would have recognized your Aura for Ranma's. Wouldn't that have been wonderful?" He nudged it with the end of his pipe. "Of course, in your condition, A dog could make short work of you now. And where would that leave Ranma, Hmmm?"
It Cawed again, but he settled back and ignored it. He did not care if the bird did not like him because of his past with their kind. He just hoped that Ranma could stay out of trouble long enough for this birds gifts and his own talents to heal it. Otherwise, Ranma could end up in a lot worse place than purgatory.
"Damn it all." He blew out an annoyed puff of thick black smoke.
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Ranma landed with a grace that seemed at odds with his deadly nature, and found himself eye to eye with the woman who held his heart, who had been his reason for living, his sole focus for returning from death itself, and time froze.
Her eyes were as brown and beautiful as ever, murky pools that drug him in and lost him in their depths. Her face, pale skin glowing in the darkness seemed to lend her and fragile quality, almost like a porcelain doll, and all the more beautiful for it. Black hair hung down in an almost perfect frame, a long dark strand hanging down on each side. No one could compare to her at that moment.
Her love, her disbelief, her hope flooded him, and washed away all the anger and hate, and he stood before her as he should have been while he was alive.
"Are you real?" Her voice trembled with doubt, with sorrow at this only being a dream. "Is it really you Ranma. Really you, alive, and not some sick dream?"
"Akane." His hand brushed her cheek softly. "It's really me." His mouth was open to say more, to tell her how much he loved her, and missed her. How much she meant to him. How sorry he was he could not save them both. He never got the chance, as a foot of cold steel burst forth from just above his heart. Both of their gazes drifted down, and he stared at the wound that bleed, and didn't close over like the others. He looked back into her eyes, and felt himself falling as the darkness leapt up and grabbed him.
"Ranma!" Akane cried out as his body fell, and her love seemed to die in front of her eyes again, leaving her to face the murderous Sansuke again. He was leaping at her, hate in his eyes, a knife in his remaining good hand to finish her off. She caught sight of Ryoga out of the corner of her eye, arm rearing back with a half dozen bandannas in it, trying to release and take out the threat before he reached Akane, but she knew he wouldn't make it. Nothing would save her this time. She could finally join Ranma, in peace.
Suddenly there was a blur between the two of them, and the knife stopped a hairs breath from her breast. Ranma was beside her, holding Sansuke's wrists. Blood soaked his cloths, and ran freely along the blade that speared him.
"Akane is mine. I won't fail to protect her again. NEVER AGAIN!!! NOW DIE FOR YOUR SINS!!!" His voice echoed with dark power, and the fist that struck Sansuke had force of a god behind it. Blood sprayed across the ground, and the ninja's headless body fell to the ground. "I won't fail her again. I love her too much." His second collapse, he was not alone as Akane released her crutches and clung to him, and Ryoga dove to catch them both.
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Ranma awoke in darkness, his shoulder aflame. He winced and slowly sat up. A small hand slid out of the darkness and pressed onto his good side. Despite it's strength, he could have pushed himself up easily, but he did not. He laid back onto the mat, and looked for who had held him down. He lay perfectly in moonlight, so seeing into the darkness was difficult. Seeing the other person was easier when she leaned into the light and kissed him.
Akane's lips were just as soft and warm as he had imagined in his adolescent fantasies. Her body pressed against him was a warm, soft, peaceful moment that felt like it stretched out forever. When she finally broke it, he almost wept. But she stayed against him, warm and soft, and their bodies seemed to fit together like they were always meant to be together.
Her head rest against his chest, and he looked at her under the full moons glow. She was still just as beautiful as she always was. The scars that cut their white lines across her face did nothing to detract from her beauty. His hand slowly moved to touch her cheek, fingertips tracing along each scar, as if memorizing it.
Her voice was soft and gentle in the silence of the dark bedroom. "Your heartbeat is so strong. So regular. Like it could run on forever. Like it had never stopped." She turned her head slowly, and looked up at him, tears rolling down her cheeks. "You died Ranma, and now you are here. Alive. Why."
"Akane."
"I don't want to hear what you told Ukyou and Ryoga. I want to hear why you had to come back, and look for revenge. Why you had to come back and stir up everything." Her small fist grasp his arm and squeezed. "Why did you have to come back now? Just to kill? Just to destroy?"
His hand came down to brush the hair that had fallen into her eyes away. "I came back for you Akane. To get you justice, to set your life back on the path it was. Not for me, not for petty revenge. To set all the wrong stuff right, for the woman I never got to tell I love."
Both of their eyes were in tears, she wrapped her arms around him, and he rose slightly to kiss her. Their lips were the bridge for their souls to touch, and Ranma's gifts linked their minds, and hearts, and Akane knew all that had and still did make up Ranma Saotome.
"You can't stay can you." She fought back the tears and sorrow that filled her voice.
"Once the Kuno's and Cologne have been shown their mistakes, I'll leave." She started to speak, but he touched her lips with his fingertip. "I would stay if I could, but I can't. They won't let me. I'm dead, after all."
She started to sob, overwhelmed with sorrow, but his hand traced the scars along her face again, and he stole it from her, drinking it in and burying it beneath his own love for her. All of her pain was drawn from her, memories best left behind dulled, and he used all of his powers to bring peace to her for the first time in a year.
As she calmed, her eyes searched him, studying him as intently as he had ever been before. Her own hand reached up and caressed his face, soft and feather like. "I only have this one night with you, don't I?" He nodded. She looked down, biting her lip briefly. "Then be with me Ranma. Please."
"Akane."
"Just this once Ranma. Let's be together as we should have been, if our lives had been normal. Let me remember you live this forever." She trembled against him, even his powers not removing the sting of events so long ago. He rose slightly, and took her face gently between his hands, and kissed her softly. Their timid kiss changed slowly, from afraid to exploring, to desperate and lasted for what seemed like hours.
He rolled her onto her back, and his hands slowly explored her body, atop cloths, brief brushes of skin on skin linking their minds, filling them both with the others love and rising passions. Slowly cloths slithered off, Akane's leg braces, and undergarments, all mounded beside them. Their hands explored each others naked bodies with a rising desperation, their mouths tasting the hot sweaty flesh, tongues racing across bare skin.
"Ranma, Please.."
He entered her gently, and their bodies became one, mind and spirit intertwining, and his energy flowed through her weakened body. As they moved as one, flesh softly sliding against flesh, both of their moans and breathing the only thing in either of their worlds, her body began to change beneath him. Strength she had not had in so long flowed into weakened limbs, skin rippled muscles grew back to what they once had been. Her legs suddenly wrapped around his waist with a sudden surprising strength, and her arms hugged his neck, trapping him inside her, trying to hold him forever, as they both reached climax for the first time.
"Ranma.!!!"
"Akane.!!!"
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She woke up to the early morning sunrise, alone on the floor mat. She rose quickly, sitting up, worried that he had gone already. He was sitting their, across from her, on the floor, dressed in the black shirt she had bought for him and never given, the one with the silver dragon spiraling around it, and that odd black coat with the Chinese designs. He was within arms reach, and as she stared at him, he leaned forward suddenly and kissed her, with all of the passion they had shared last night. It was over far to quickly for Akane's liking. When he drew back, tears fell from his eyes.
"Ranma."
"Goodbye Akane. I love you. I always have, and always will." And with that he was up and running, leaping out the windows, and into the early morning day.
"RANMA!!!" She wrapped the sheets around herself and ran down stairs, and past her family and friends as they ate breakfast, and she looked for him across the yard. Tears fell from her own eyes, and her body shook with fighting back the sobs. "Ranma."
"Akane! Your Walking!" She didn't know who said it, and did not care. All she knew was that the man she was meant to love was gone, and that she was going to be alone for the rest of her live. She prayed silently that everyone who had taken him from her got exactly what they deserved from him.
The End. For the moment.
Authors Notes: I moved across the nation twice, had job problems, had financial problems, and got a girlfriend/now fiancée. I've been busy damn it. But here it is. time to finish this story and I am going to knock it out, because I don't want to be a quitter. Plus everyone seems to love this story.
Alright, about this chapter. Ranma can heal. He doesn't know how consciously, but he can. The Crow had Eric forcing the heroin strait out of someone's arm. Ranma has a lot more control of his Ki and can naturally heal himself much faster than other people. How else do you explain how fast he recovers in the anime and mangas.
And oh my goodness. Akane and Ranma made love. Damn right. They deserve it more than anyone. I healed Akane as best as I could, so Akane fans rejoice. She might even get luckier, by the end.
Well. Tell me what you like and what you want to see and feel needs improving in reviews where you find this story posted and by e-mailing me at darkangel98s@hotmail.com. You have nothing better to do than be mean and flame me, you can fucking DIE!!!!
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