Most of the people around me can't stand me. I am sick of my life and I want to change it. From what I can see of the poeople surronding me in my life thses days are always wanting something of me. Whether it's a way to satisfy their honor, fill their fat gut, or someone to beat on. I want out I am tired of it all. I do know that three of the people around don't ask for anything, in thier own way, they only want for other people at the cost of either their own honor or happiness.

One of these people is a kind doctor. While he may be a bit on the wierd side he is kind and never asks for anything from me or from those around him. I do help out when I can, usually that isn't much given my chaotic life. When I ask for advice he gives it freely not to feel good about himself, but to honestly help me becuase he know I can't get it from anyone else without them having an ulterior motives.

One of the others that don't ask for anything from is a kind, and gentle soul. She mainly stays in the background just offering kind words and a serene presesnce that, at least, blocks some of the chaos in my life. Some days it is just a kind word that say "it'll be alright" or "You'll get through it" but what she doesn't say is expressed by her eyes. they say that no matter how tough it gets or how crazy my life will be never give up because if you do I will give up as well. It's hard to think bad things about her... Let me rephrase that. It is impossible to think anything bad about her. I can see why the doc loves her, too bad he can't keep it straight long enough to tell her. Maybe I will go and 'help' him see the light that is my anger that he can't make her happy by acting like a fool around her.

The last one I can think of is curious in my mind. She doesn't ask for anything, she takes it. Now some may say that this is worse then asking for things that they don't own but it is what she uses what she gets to help others. So I let her take what ever she wants because with out her none of us would be alive today. I have fought all kinds of tough fighters, some with even more power than I thought I had at that moment, but her she fights on a whole 'nother level then what I fight on. She uses her mind, not her fist. Maybe one of these days I will tell her that I respect her but for now I will just let her keep doing what she is doing, mainly for the reason that I can't think of a thing to do to help her out other than let her take advantage of me. I let her because she is the only one who will do it.

The others in my life can go to hell for all I care. Now don't get me wrong I don't want to see them hurt, but I am just tired of it all. as soon as I can figure it out I am leaving. Maybe I will offer those of my life that don't ask for anything to come with me. I hope they will take the chance to make something of their lives instead of living for others. Doing things for other people is a good thing, but when it becomes your life and your prison then it is time to get out of the trap and do something for yourself. Now I just want to free myself and those ones that i truly care for and want to see something better.

With the end of those thought Ranma Saotome leaps back into his room that he shares with his Panda of a father and gets ready for bed. With a light smile on his face he thinks about a new life with those he truly cares for. Who knows maybe they will join him when he decides to leave. With that thought he slides into his futon asleep and dreams of a better life.

TBC...

Authors Notes:

This is my first time writing a fic I have had this idea for awhile now and i am just now putting pen to paper (so to speak of course) if you must critise me do it constructively no need to flame.

I would like to thank Ozzallos for reading this for me and checking it out hopfully he can keep the ferrets from eating his brains while he's helping me out with proof reading and bouncing ideas off of! ;)

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