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Thunder Rolls
Ranma stared at the sky, watching the dark clouds gather. He stepped outside as the lightning flashed and turned his hands to the sky. He yelled, and the thunder answered.
He began to speak about his life and cried for his lost youth. After all, youth was to be spent playing under a mother's watchful eye. He spent his being tortured for something called martial arts by his father. He screamed the story of neko ken, and the thunder answered again.
He went on to tell of far off temples and the small joys he had, before moving on to the other brands of torture he suffered. He told of swimming to China, and heading on an unknown path with a guide written only in Chinese. "It's cheaper this way," his father had grumbled. Ranma sobbed the story of Jusenkyo, and the thunder rumbled in pity.
The rain poured, and he became a she, crying through the story of the Amazons and her trials to get home. She screamed in anguish about her return to Japan and the unwelcome welcome that she was met by. The thunder growled in tense anger at the somber story.
Ranma told of her fights and battles, of her fiancées and rivals, and of the Kuno siblings. She sighed with the details of her toughest battles and the techniques she had learned, remembering the fun times of her adolescence, though that seemed far too short lived. The thunder playfully growled, acknowledging the fun chaos.
Ranma's mood darkened as she began to recall the past few battles, and screamed her fury to the sky as Akane died once more at the hands of Saffron. The fury continued past the battle to the ruined wedding as Ranma broke down sobbing once more. The thunder roared in anguish and anger, throwing wind to batter the small house and dojo.
Akane called Ranma in, not hearing his tale. Ranma could not hear her. Nabiki called next, adding her voice to Akane's, and still, Ranma could not hear them. Kasumi added her voice to theirs and Ranma would not hear them. Ranma belonged to the thunder now, and the thunder answered lovingly. Lightning flashed, and then Ranma was gone, and the thunder rolled once more.
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Gohan stared at the darkening sky and flew up to meet the clouds. He listened to the thunder roar and smiled through his pain. He began to talk to the storm that was just beginning to rage. He told his story in painful breaths, and smiled at the thunder's answer.
He spoke of a childhood lost, of a house that resided in the woods. He spoke of the days before he was five, and sighed for the times gone by. He then spoke of his alien family, of when they came to claim his father, and growled in anguish. The thunder answered a soft reply, calming the saiyan's fear.
Gohan then spoke of training with Piccolo, waiting for the saiyans to come. He spoke of that fight and the deaths that entailed, and kept his tears from sight. He spoke of the spaceship that took him to Namek, and the search for the dragonballs there. He cried for a youth so far in the past, and the thunder answered once more.
Gohan spoke of his fighting days, and all the enemies he had seen. His thoughts turned to Cell and the tournament and he winced from the pain. Soon he found the strength to go on, and told of his father's death. He told of how he blamed himself, and how he knew others did the same. He cried with hot tears for his lost innocence, and the thunder rumbled in pity.
He told of the seven years of studying, knowing he knew enough for ten college degrees. Yet he waited because his mom had asked, and then went to High School. He spoke of meeting Videl, and becoming Saiyaman, and how she hated him still. "It'd be nice," he cried, "If she'd give it up by now!" The thunder growled in agreement.
Gohan couldn't hear Vegeta's call, as the wind pushed him away. He ignored Piccolo's mental voice, as the winds kept them at bay. The thunder rumbled and lightning flashed, taking Gohan as well. Gohan smiled at the other boy, who grinned in joyful reply. The thunder had claimed them, and they were safe from those who would hurt their lives.
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Tenchi stepped out in the heart of the storm, hearing the thunder call. He opened his heart, and allowed it to take him, not telling a story at all. The thunder moved on in search of more heroes that were having horrible lives. The heroes were missed, but would soon be forgotten just as the thunder devised. The thunder rolled, calling to those that needed a friend or two. So tell me now when the thunder comes, will it call to you?
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*Damn, somewhere in there I started rhyming. IT'S TURNING INTO A POEM! HELP! Wait, is that a bad thing? Maybe I should go back and put the whole thing in meter. Read and Review! Thanks.
Thunder Rolls
Ranma stared at the sky, watching the dark clouds gather. He stepped outside as the lightning flashed and turned his hands to the sky. He yelled, and the thunder answered.
He began to speak about his life and cried for his lost youth. After all, youth was to be spent playing under a mother's watchful eye. He spent his being tortured for something called martial arts by his father. He screamed the story of neko ken, and the thunder answered again.
He went on to tell of far off temples and the small joys he had, before moving on to the other brands of torture he suffered. He told of swimming to China, and heading on an unknown path with a guide written only in Chinese. "It's cheaper this way," his father had grumbled. Ranma sobbed the story of Jusenkyo, and the thunder rumbled in pity.
The rain poured, and he became a she, crying through the story of the Amazons and her trials to get home. She screamed in anguish about her return to Japan and the unwelcome welcome that she was met by. The thunder growled in tense anger at the somber story.
Ranma told of her fights and battles, of her fiancées and rivals, and of the Kuno siblings. She sighed with the details of her toughest battles and the techniques she had learned, remembering the fun times of her adolescence, though that seemed far too short lived. The thunder playfully growled, acknowledging the fun chaos.
Ranma's mood darkened as she began to recall the past few battles, and screamed her fury to the sky as Akane died once more at the hands of Saffron. The fury continued past the battle to the ruined wedding as Ranma broke down sobbing once more. The thunder roared in anguish and anger, throwing wind to batter the small house and dojo.
Akane called Ranma in, not hearing his tale. Ranma could not hear her. Nabiki called next, adding her voice to Akane's, and still, Ranma could not hear them. Kasumi added her voice to theirs and Ranma would not hear them. Ranma belonged to the thunder now, and the thunder answered lovingly. Lightning flashed, and then Ranma was gone, and the thunder rolled once more.
***************************
Gohan stared at the darkening sky and flew up to meet the clouds. He listened to the thunder roar and smiled through his pain. He began to talk to the storm that was just beginning to rage. He told his story in painful breaths, and smiled at the thunder's answer.
He spoke of a childhood lost, of a house that resided in the woods. He spoke of the days before he was five, and sighed for the times gone by. He then spoke of his alien family, of when they came to claim his father, and growled in anguish. The thunder answered a soft reply, calming the saiyan's fear.
Gohan then spoke of training with Piccolo, waiting for the saiyans to come. He spoke of that fight and the deaths that entailed, and kept his tears from sight. He spoke of the spaceship that took him to Namek, and the search for the dragonballs there. He cried for a youth so far in the past, and the thunder answered once more.
Gohan spoke of his fighting days, and all the enemies he had seen. His thoughts turned to Cell and the tournament and he winced from the pain. Soon he found the strength to go on, and told of his father's death. He told of how he blamed himself, and how he knew others did the same. He cried with hot tears for his lost innocence, and the thunder rumbled in pity.
He told of the seven years of studying, knowing he knew enough for ten college degrees. Yet he waited because his mom had asked, and then went to High School. He spoke of meeting Videl, and becoming Saiyaman, and how she hated him still. "It'd be nice," he cried, "If she'd give it up by now!" The thunder growled in agreement.
Gohan couldn't hear Vegeta's call, as the wind pushed him away. He ignored Piccolo's mental voice, as the winds kept them at bay. The thunder rumbled and lightning flashed, taking Gohan as well. Gohan smiled at the other boy, who grinned in joyful reply. The thunder had claimed them, and they were safe from those who would hurt their lives.
*************************************
Tenchi stepped out in the heart of the storm, hearing the thunder call. He opened his heart, and allowed it to take him, not telling a story at all. The thunder moved on in search of more heroes that were having horrible lives. The heroes were missed, but would soon be forgotten just as the thunder devised. The thunder rolled, calling to those that needed a friend or two. So tell me now when the thunder comes, will it call to you?
*************************************
*Damn, somewhere in there I started rhyming. IT'S TURNING INTO A POEM! HELP! Wait, is that a bad thing? Maybe I should go back and put the whole thing in meter. Read and Review! Thanks.