Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Cold Hatred ❯ One Shot ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, They are Rumiko Takahashi's and whoever else has a legal claim to them.

 

This story has several mature themes to it, including sex, rape, and violence plus a few more I haven't worked into it yet. I don't condone nor do I encourage such activities. This is a work of fiction and should be read for enjoyment purposes only.

 

 

Inspired by path of the wolf.

 

Baruakuman, the unclean. Somebody had spread the lie, please Kami let it be a lie, that I, Ranma, was unclean. That one of my ancestor's was a basic laborer. They had timed it so that the rumor would break just as his wedding was taking place. It was a shotgun wedding right after the Saffron incident, but it was still a special day.

 

The news was not taken well. Nabiki was the one that made the most noise about it. Everything else snowballed after that. First all the guests left, then the rest of my `friends' abandoned me, Ryoga first, then the Kuno's, not that I minded, but the Tendo's and my mother's reactions were what killed my soul. Soun actually chose that moment to grow a spine and spit in my face before casting pops and me out of the house. My mother cast me out of the clan within the same moment of Soun throwing me out.

 

I don't know what happened to pops. I know that shut down after that, the sight that threw my mental breaker was Akane, she was beautiful in the wedding kimono, the only mar of that beauty was the look of disgust on her face as she looked upon me. The words that killed me were `You're worse than a damn pervert.'

 

I remember waking up at the Cat Café but not how I got there. They told me that Mousse of all people led me there. I, Ranma Soatome, never got out of that damned restaurant, they fed me and bathed me while waiting for me to come out to of the fugue that I had put myself into. Shampoo was the happiest that I had ever seen her the first day after I woke up, but that soon changed to something else as I continued to ignore her advances.

 

Ignore is probably the wrong word for what I did, I never noticed Shampoo after noting her emotion the first day. That night she snuck into my room and bed to seduce me. I was so lost in my own head that my body never reacted to her presence. That morning, they found me in the furo, furiously scrubbing my skin away while muttering about being unclean.

 

That was when I heard Cologne mutter something to Shampoo that didn't register with me until much later. I heard her say, under her breath, that if they had known that this is how I would have reacted to being labeled Unclean, then they would have never agreed to help make it happen. It was another week before I woke from my walking fugue. I remembered everything from the wedding to my time in the Cat Café as something out of a dream.

 

I snuck out that night too see if it were true. At the Tendo's, Ryoga had taken my place as fiancé, and Ukyo had moved out after selling her place. I did manage to bump into Konatsu around Ukyo's, but he proved to be less than informative at first. It wasn't until I had pinned the transsexual down did he start talking sense.

 

Turns out Ukyo had attempted suicide after hearing about my ancestroustry, citing that she couldn't believe that she had ever felt anything for such filth was too much ever for her strained honor. Konatsu had saved her only for her to pack it all up and move back to her family and leaving the transsexual to his own devises.

 

The look in his eyes told me more than I wanted to know. He feared me, was disgusted at my touch, and was appalled that I would even consider talking to him, let alone demand anything from him. He blamed me for his mistress leaving. That was all he ever saw.

 

I left Konatsu after that and snuck back into the Cat Café and laid back down. The nightmares I had that night were the worst I ever had, but when I woke up that morning, I was reborn. Ranma Soatome was dead to the world and now he was dead to me. The nightmares had burned my soul of all the good things that made me Ranma, my pride, my forgiving nature, my virtue, my love, and left in me my hate. I had endured the name calling of all those that I knew, from Akane calling me pervert, jerk and asshole all the time, to Kuno and his claim that I was some sort of sorcerer who had a spell over Akane.

 

I was left with my hate and a burning desire to become everything that was both not me and what others accused me to have been. To become the pervert and monster that Akane and Kuno were so convinced I was, to become the honor less monster of Ryoga's devising, but mostly to become the bane of all of their existences. I would avenge the wrongs that had been done against me over the years with a bloody vengeance.

 

It was at that point, after waking, that I finally remembered and registered what the old ghoul had said about my heritage and their part in making it so that I wouldn't ever be clean in anybody's eyes again.

 

Cold hatred is a wonderful emotion; it makes doing the unthinkable easy and even enjoyable. That day, I left the Cat Café in a ruin with three broken bodies a testament to my wrath. They were in the middle of packing up to take me back to China, figuring that they had won the fiancé war since no one else wanted to see me now.

 

The things that I did that day to the three Amazons still bring a smile to my face. I got the information about whom they had helped to ruin my name by catching them unprepared. When I left, Cologne was dead, Shampoo had been violently violated and beaten to within an inch of her life, and Mousse had been nailed upon the wall with his glasses on so that I could make sure he watched. After I was a ways away from the ruins of the Cat Café, I splashed myself with some cold water so that I could become something that was further than what I had been, female.

 

After taking what I could in value, spices, artifacts, money, I decided to leave. When I got to the door to view my handiwork, I decided to level the building. I then threw the weakest Moko Tabashi I had ever thrown. After mulling over it for a second, I then decided to try it again with my new cold hatred.

 

The wreckage was frosty.

 

So, I left my old life and everything that went with it, even my manhood, and went on a trip of degeneracy and Vengeance, starting with the Amazons. My next targets were the one's who had made my life a living hell from day one and were ultimately the one's responsible for ruining my life as Ranma. The Kuno's.

 

One thing can be said for cold hatred, it clears the mind. I made plans and preparations before taking my vengeance on Kuno. I went and got some camping gear and supplies with the money I took from the Café and set up camp somewhere out of site. Fortunately, one of the damned Amazons had gathered up my clothes from the Tendo's after they had thrown them out. I guess my stuff wasn't even good enough to burn.

 

I was fortunate that the old ghoul had cataloged everything that she had brought with her from China, otherwise I wouldn't have known what was what in the pile of artifacts and spices that I took with me from the Café.

 

I had meditated for a day, before deciding on a course of action. I was going to change my appearance to something more suiting to my new attitude, but first, I was going to see my old friend, Kuno. His `goddess' was most displeased with him.

 

After a quick stop at a drug store for some supplies, I got dressed in one of my many disguise dresses and made my way down to see the deluded fool. I made sure that he was home, hell, I made sure that he still had a healthy obsession over the `pig tailed girl' before I made my move.

 

My plan was simple and served a couple of purposes, one, it would forever divorce me from who and what I was, two, it would be oddly poetic justice for the bokken wielding idiot.

 

I worked myself into tears before I buzzed the button at the door. When Kuno answered, I was worked into a real cry and quickly latched on to him like he was my only lifeline, and then proceeded to give him a real sob story about how I was now free from Soatome since he had died yesterday from suicide, which was technically true. I also told him how the Tendo's had thrown me out with him because of the spell and my forced devotion to the man, and with him now dead, I had nowhere to go. I told him that if I only knew who made it possible for me to be free by declaring Ranma unclean then I could repay them.

 

The best part was that the fool bought it. He took me in and started to prance and preen about how it was him that provided the damning evidence that ruined my old life forever. So I decided to turn up the charm and ask a few questions about how and why he did it. He had actually hired a bunch of people to find out this stuff about me, and when they came up clean. So he had the information manufactured and inserted into my family history on my father's side. When Kuno told me this, it wasn't so clear and cut and dry, but I did manage to get it all on a recorder for later

 

I had already taken my first steps to hell by razing the Cat Café, and now I was only going further down that road. While I was relieved that my lineage was clean, the damage had been done and was irreversible for me. So I forged ahead with my plan. I allowed Kuno to seduce me.

 

The entire seduction was a personal hell for me and only fed the hatred within me, but I kept up the act and let him continue. Soon we were both naked and in his bed, pictures of Akane and me were everywhere, I knew the boy was obsessed but this was beyond anything I ever expected. Kuno's first thrust into me very nearly broke my resolve but I was devoted, to quit now would be like admitting defeat, and that was something I still didn't do.

 

At first it was painful and disgusting, but soon enough, I forced myself to enjoy what was happening as my body responded to the attention that it was getting, I eventually lost myself to the pleasures of sex.

 

What led me to make this decision, to renounce my manhood and to give myself to the one that took my life from me? It was all part of my plan for vengeance, and it forever removed me from who I had been. Ranma Soatome would have never allowed himself to be seduced by any man, let alone allow Kuno to touch him. I was proving to myself that I was no longer Ranma.

 

I have to give this to the fool. He made me orgasm just as he was. I had made damn sure that he was wearing a condom before we began, despite his protests, so I wasn't worried about catching anything, like life, from him.

 

After we were done and just lying together, I examined my feelings to see if they had changed at all. I still hated the man and he had served my purpose. So I started the second part of my revenge. I got up and retrieved a packet and some restraints from my clothing; I also pulled out of my purse a pair of small thermoses.

 

Without Kuno suspecting a thing, I seductively, as best I could, started to tie him to his bed, telling him that I had more store for him if he only co operated. I had him securely tied to the bed in no time flat. His naked form stretched out before me was something that I never thought that I would ever see, let alone want to see.

 

Once I had him secure, I popped open one of the thermos' that I had brought and ripped open the packet of instant spring of drowned girl water and mixed it up. Who knew that this stuff existed? I mean, I guess they would make this stuff if they made instant boy spring, but I never expected the late old ghoul to actually have some.

 

I got down and whispered into Kuno's ear before pouring the stuff on him. I told him I was going to take the same thing that he had taken from me. The look on his, or rather, her face was priceless when she shrank all over and grew tits and lost her dick. The bounds that I had placed on her went from comfortable to tight as she lost a few inches, taking away any leverage `He' might have had.

 

The look on her face when I poured hot water over my head and changed into my male form was even better. I never would have thought that watching someone's face go from shock to utter horror with a dash of recognition would have been so amusing. I swear I could see and hear everything snapping back into place for the poor fool.

 

What happened next took me by complete surprise. I'm standing over Kuno, about to violently pound into the virgin cunt with the biggest hard on I ever had, when she starts to talk to me. I don't let that stop me from getting into position to thoroughly pound into her and it was fun to listen to her falter as she felt the tip of me at her fresh opening

 

So she's talking to me. The light of insanity in her eyes has all but gone out for the moment, but I plan on bringing it back. She's saying things like, I should've known, how could she be so blind, and with each sentence, I slowly drive myself into her. She then says the one thing that makes me just tear into her as violently as I can. She called me unclean, she fully believed the lie she manufactured.

 

I didn't wear a condom for her. I pumped her so full of my seed that she was leaking by the time I was done. I did her another time just for the kicks. By the time I was done fully, the insanity was back in her eyes brighter than ever. I gathered up my stuff after pressing a point to make her sleep. I left her like that, tied up on `his' bed with a cunt full of my seed. Nobody was going to find her for a while; Kuno had been alone when I came to his door.

 

That was when I left Nerima. I went deeper into Tokyo itself and changed my appearance. I lost the pigtail and dyed my hair black. I even got a few tattoos and a new wardrobe. I spent most of my time as a female, but I was one of the most dangerous women out there. I ended up going freelance as a hired killer and thief. I used the sealed Soatome techniques and improved upon them.

 

One of the things that I found after I left Nerima that made my day was a news article regarding Kuno. He was missing and the young, pregnant; woman that was found tied up in his bedroom had been committed. Kuno was wanted for various charges, kidnapping, and rape, among others. I don't think that I ever laughed so hard in my life.

 

A couple of years went by and I got myself set up into a new life of violence, sex, and perversions that would leave no doubt that I was living up to everybody's preconceived notions of what I was. I left everything that I was behind me, and I only briefly became male anymore.

 

I had almost forgotten all about Nerima and what had happened, when somebody from that old life walked back into mine. I had become a freelancer for hire among the crime syndicates and gangs that made up Tokyo. I was the best fighter, the best killer, and the best thief. I hadn't heard, nor used the name Ranma Soatome ever since Kuno. I had taken to calling myself Tenma Phoenix, the heavenly flower. So imagine my surprise when Nabiki, of all people, hired me.

 

When Nabiki was in high school, she was known as the Ice Queen who had built a small empire of gambling, black mail, and soft-core child pornography, pictures of me and Akane in various stages of undress and compromising situations. Since graduating and starting to go to college, she had tried to expand on her businesses and break into the big leagues. She was learning first hand that meaner people were there first.

 

When I heard that the Ice Queen was looking for a bodyguard, I couldn't resist. I took the job. One thing about being a hired killer means that I'm usually on good terms with my former clients, unless they come up as targets or chose to try and silence me. It wasn't difficult to figure out who was after Nabiki and why. They owed me a favor, and I called it in.

 

After making sure that the people after Nabiki wouldn't kill her, it took me explaining what I had in mind for her, they agreed to only scare her a little. She had really pissed somebody off, but they knew my reputation. Nabiki was going to have it worse in my hands.

 

I had kept a lot of the stuff from my old life in a fire safe. Things like the tape of Kuno confessing his part in my ruination, my red pigtail from when I cut it off, things that would quickly identify who I was, including some pictures that I decided to keep as well as any news articles I could find on the happenings of the old Nerima Wrecking Crew. During the course of my protection of Nabiki, I would leave a little something for her to find, to get her worked up.

 

The best part, though, was when I spiked her food with some of the spices I took from the Amazons. She was all over me. I had long since gotten over the idea of sex and I always had a thing for the bitch. She may have made my life a living hell when I was living with her, but she had a body. Now, when I said that I had gotten some full-blown perversions, I meant it. My entire apartment was one big S&M dream.

 

I took her there while she was in the grip of the passion spice I slipped her and brought her to orgasm at least ten times before taking her to bed. All of them were at the end of a whip. When I bedded her, I did things to her that made her eyes water. In the end, we had ended up fisting each other to a powerful climax.

 

I knew Nabiki couldn't help but snoop around my apartment when she woke up the next morning. I had woken up earlier and had set it up that she would find certain items that would drive home who she had done last night. I had taken a quiet bath earlier and was wrapped in the umisunken watching her as she woke up and poked around.

 

I've become something of a sadist in the past couple of years. And it was real sadistic what I did to Nabiki. She found the items that I had left lying around for her to find, and the looks that past over her face were what I had been hoping for. The red pigtail and empty hair dye box were what clued her in to who I was.

 

Like I said, I'd done my best to become everything that they had accused me of being, a pervert mostly. So it shouldn't come as a surprise that I had my apartment rigged for video. I had my own private little porno studio and guess who just became the next star in one of my movies.

 

Nabiki had just realized who she had been hanging around for the past few days and who she had spent the night doing all sorts of sordid things too last night. It was a laugh to watch her try to quietly gather her things and make for the front door. I had left the shower running to make her think that I was there and unaware of what she was up too. She was about to run out the front door when I decided to reveal myself.

 

I never saw anybody jump like she did. It was great playing with her. I mean, before, I wouldn't have been able to hold a coherent conversation with her to save my life, especially when she started to pull that ice queen persona on me. Now, I had her and she didn't even know it.

 

She tried to pull the unclean card on me to make me back down and let her go. I came very close to losing it and killing her at that point. I resisted though, I hit play on the VCR and the events of last night started to play, I had it primed at the point where she and I were entangled on the bed together. The envelope with the Tendo Dojo address on it really got her attention. I sat her down and told her she had a choice, sit and listen, or I send the video to the Tendo's as well as to the school she went to. Like the smart girl I knew her to be, she sat.

 

I calmly started to tell her a story about a young rising star of furinkin high. At the appropriate time, I played an old audio recording of the true blunder admitting what he had done to me. She had to good graces to cry and apologize to me. She started talking to me about taking this to her father and having me uphold honor. That was when I shut her up.

 

The little bitch didn't get it. So I had to spell it out for her. Ranma was dead. There was no going back for me to that life when I had gotten used to this one. I wasn't telling her this so that I could go back to being engaged to some psycho bitch from hell, I was doing this to hurt her, so I could see her pain. I asked her if she had seen Kuno lately.

 

She said no, he had never reappeared, and that girl that had been found bound and raped in his room had only just recently stopped claiming to be him. The color drained out of her face as she realized just what I had done. My grin could have split my face. I explained my theory that with the gender swapping curses, especially male to female, a pregnancy would lock the curse, even a temporary one, often permanently.

 

Nabiki got sick with that little revelation. I could barely contain myself as she raced for the bathroom to expel what little she had. While she was busy, I started to make breakfast.

 

I had my door fixed with several locks, one or two of them deadlocks that required a key on both sides of the door to open; in other words, Nabiki wasn't going anywhere till I let her. I had also looted around for any cell phones that she may have had and I never had a telephone service in my house, merely a cell of my own. Didn't stop me from owning a home phone just for the looks of it though. As I cooked, I heard the distinct noise of somebody trying to open the front door from the front door, then the cries of frustration, as she couldn't find a working phone.

 

She finally calmed down and joined me for breakfast. She was pale and looked rough, and she asked me what I planned on doing to her. Smirking, I told her that she, again, had a choice. I laid it out that she had indeed upset some very dangerous people with whatever scheme she had tried to pull, and that I had gotten them to spare her life for now. She owed me her life.

 

The one thing that always did bother me about my old life was that I never had any control and neither was I left with any honor that wasn't tainted. The biggest smear on my honor had been the unclean thing. If I could clear that up somehow then I would feel better about it and maybe be able to move on.

 

I told Nabiki to tell me about everything that has happened since that day. What happened to everybody?

 

Akane was getting married to Ryoga. After an extended courtship, thanks to his getting lost every other week, they had finally settled on a date. Kasumi never got married and was still taking care of Mr. Tendo who had been seeing more and more of Nodoka Soatome. The panda hadn't been seen since the day of the failed wedding, and neither had the Amazons or Ukyo.

 

Kuno disappeared not long after that. Nobody ever mentioned Ranma. The name was never brought up.

 

That irked me for some reason. The more I thought about it, the more upset I was getting. Nabiki, who was already nervous, was getting scared at the deepening scowl on my face. I started to rant. To scream my frustrations to the world. After I was done, I told Nabiki what I wanted. I also told her that she was going to give up her Ice Queen persona and find another hobby. She looked at me like I was crazy, until I explained to her that it had very nearly gotten her killed if it hadn't been for me, and I had no reason to protect her now.

 

Hell, the next time someone wanted her dead, I just might skin her for the experience.

 

I kept an eye on Nabiki to make sure that she wasn't going to try to do anything funny. I had given her a couple of items to help make what I wanted to happen. I wanted a proper burial for Ranma. Then, maybe I could move on with my life without having him shadow me.

 

To be continued…

 

Nabiki had reminded me that I had some unfinished business in Nerima. Even though she was making it so that Ranma's memory wouldn't be a blight any more, I still owed a few people from back then a little payback. The years since I left had dulled my bloodlust a bit, but I still desired some payback. Especially against the entire Tendo family.

 

Having a tombstone to hand my former name over too so I could finally let go of that particular pain wasn't going to be enough for me. While I didn't want to kill anybody from my old life anymore, it didn't mean that I wasn't going to just let them get away with what they did to me.

 

I learned from Nabiki that Ryoga and Akane were getting married within the week. I also learned that Soun had arranged for a bachelor party for the hapless lost boy. I decided that I would be a part of that party.

 

It was easy to find and convince the stripper that had been hired to reconsider what her role was going to be. Simply, I offered her three times what she was being paid to video tape what happened during the party, no matter what happened.

 

I took the stripper's place and during the party, used the spices from the Amazons again for great effect. By the end of the party, everybody present was knocked out except for Ryoga himself, and my camera woman. While I had spiked everybody's drink with some knock out drug, I had spiked Ryoga's with more of the passion spice.

 

I have to give it to the poor boy, he tried to resist, but in the end, he couldn't. I could barely hold him off long enough to make sure he wore some protection. The way it looked on tape, Ryoga took advantage of me of his own free will. If I remember Akane correctly, it wouldn't matter if Ryoga was at fault or not, he was going to pay.

 

After Ryoga was done, I got him with some of the knock out sake for good measure and left with my camera woman. I then made sure that the video tape was found by Akane. The resulting explosion of jealous fury, not to mention the total scandal of honor would be just what could tear that family apart.

 

Nabiki had done her job well, she had convinced Nodoka and Soun the truth of the matter of my heritage and the `fact' of my death. She then arranged for a proper funeral and burial for me. The effect of that had been extreme. Nabiki told me later that the revelations of my true heritage, `death', and the betrayal of Ryoga had driven Akane to attempt suicide.

 

I couldn't care less.

 

The last thing I did before I told Nabiki goodbye for the last time was visit the headstone set up in my former name. I never thought that such a thing would happen.

 

Nabiki had reminded me that I had some unfinished business in Nerima. Even though she was making it so that Ranma's memory wouldn't be a blight any more, I still owed a few people from back then a little payback. The years since I left had dulled my bloodlust a bit, but I still desired some payback. Especially against the entire Tendo family.

 

Having a tombstone to hand my former name over too so I could finally let go of that particular pain wasn't going to be enough for me. While I didn't want to kill anybody from my old life anymore, it didn't mean that I wasn't going to just let them get away with what they did to me.

 

I learned from Nabiki that Ryoga and Akane were getting married within the week. I also learned that Soun had arranged for a bachelor party for the hapless lost boy. I decided that I would be a part of that party.

 

It was easy to find and convince the stripper that had been hired to reconsider what her role was going to be. Simply, I offered her three times what she was being paid to video tape what happened during the party, no matter what happened.

 

I took the stripper's place and during the party, used the spices from the Amazons again for great effect. By the end of the party, everybody present was knocked out except for Ryoga himself, and my camera woman. While I had spiked everybody's drink with some knock out drug, I had spiked Ryoga's with more of the passion spice.

 

I have to give it to the poor boy, he tried to resist, but in the end, he couldn't. I could barely hold him off long enough to make sure he wore some protection. The way it looked on tape, Ryoga took advantage of me of his own free will. If I remember Akane correctly, it wouldn't matter if Ryoga was at fault or not, he was going to pay.

 

After Ryoga was done, I got him with some of the knock out sake for good measure and left with my camera woman. I then made sure that the video tape was found by Akane. The resulting explosion of jealous fury, not to mention the total scandal of honor would be just what could tear that family apart.

 

Nabiki had done her job well, she had convinced Nodoka and Soun the truth of the matter of my heritage and the `fact' of my death. She then arranged for a proper funeral and burial for me. The effect of that had been extreme. Nabiki told me later that the revelations of my true heritage, `death', and the betrayal of Ryoga had driven Akane to attempt suicide.

 

I couldn't care less.

 

The last thing I did before I told Nabiki goodbye for the last time was visit the headstone set up in my former name. I never thought that such a thing would happen, there I was, giving my final goodbyes to the boy that I once was, and finally moving on with my life. Satisfied that those who had made that life hell were paying for it in their own way.

 

The Tendo family had fallen apart after the scandal of Akane and Ryoga's failed wedding. The grave marker had pounded it home to my…Ranma's mother that she had made a terrible mistake. The Amazons were either all dead or smart enough to not look me up and try to do anything that would piss me off. Ryoga, after losing Akane, had more than likely gotten lost and/or shi shi hidokened himself to death, and if not, he was in so much emotional pain regardless. I was happy that most of the people I could get back at had been.

 

I never did find pops, not that I looked to hard for him, my luck would have seen him take charge of my life again before I could follow through and kill him. Now that I was `dead', I didn't have to worry about it, but I didn't want to push my luck with him.

 

I figured the rest of the freaks could deal with the pieces that I left behind themselves'

 

It wasn't until a couple of months later that I found the flaw in my plan. My plan involving Ryoga had backfired against me. Somehow, that suicidal porker had gotten me pregnant. This was not something that I had ever wanted to happen to me, period. The fact that it was him left a seriously bad taste in my mouth, like pork.

 

The news brought a sudden end to several things that I enjoyed in my life, the violence, the freelance killing, anything that could endanger my child. I know what you're thinking, I already had one bastard child out there that I didn't care about, what made this one different? I don't know, but I think it was the fact that it was me who was carrying the child to term rather than somebody else. The one thing that I missed the most were the cigarettes.

 

I guess I got lucky in the end. You see, it had been one thing to be a ronin female who had the skills to back up whatever threat she made and neutralize whatever threat anybody else made against her. It was another to be female and pregnant and above all alone. I had made a lot of enemies in my new life and not many friends.

 

The lucky part was when I actually ran into Ryoga one day. I had to hit him really hard to get his attention long enough to talk to him. It turned out that he had been lost ever since Akane had kicked him out after the bachelor party. He looked like he hadn't eaten anything since then either. So, I did what I had to do. I took him home and convinced him that the best thing he could do was to marry me and raise his kid.

 

I know what you're thinking, but I sort of fixed that with an electric fence for pets. I had to swallow my pride to do it, but I figured I could use this to make his life an even bigger hell than before. Besides, the worst I could do now was leave once the kid was born and leave it in the care of the lost boy. The most outrageous scenario would be that I actually develop feelings for the creep. But that wouldn't happen, right?

 

Ryoga's presence, and the fact that we moved to Okinawa, prevented any untimely attempts on my life while I was preoccupied with my growing belly.

 

Ryoga surprised me by not only agreeing to marry me, but treated me not as the destroyer of his dreams, as I should have been, but as a lifesaver. I don't know, unborn child maybe, or he was a virgin when he took me and he imprinted onto me. Either way, I wasn't expecting his devoted love. It freaks me out to no end.

 

So, that's where I'm at now, pregnant and married to a Hibiki. I'm glad that I was able to get a grave marker for Ranma before this, other wise I don't think I could have gotten over losing my male form so easily. I believe that once somebody like me gets pregnant, and carries to term then the male form is gone forever, to many changes to be made between them. I look to Kuno for confirmation on that theory, they're still looking for `him' while `she' has started her own life away from her family. Once, she stopped claiming to be Kuno himself, the family started to pay her an allowance to brush her under the rug.

 

Well, that's my story. Not how I wanted it to end, but at least it turned out better than me marrying that damn tomboy. As my due date gets closer and closer, I can't help but find the idea of just leaving my new family harder and harder. I have the feeling that I'll know what to do when the time comes.