Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ For the Sake of Honor ❯ Part 1: Akane's View ( Chapter 1 )

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For the Sake of Honor
By Ling Mao

Started: 5/2/2001
Finished: May 3rd, 2001

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She had died. Ranma's mother had died. The house was quiet. Even Genma was
quiet. Each person's heart had burned with an image of Nokoda. But Ranma's was the
harshest. It's not as if she didn't know about Ranma yet. It's just that, it's just
that there wasn't enough time. It had taken so much, so long to finally "meet" his
mother. They had finally met, but after a tragic accident their time was up. So
many times had he been with his mother, but never was truly with his mother. The
many times he had to run away, or lie to his mother. The pain his heart bared,
finally released when his mother knew the truth. The truth. This one simple thing.
It set him free. For the first time in his life, he was able to hug his mother, to
truly feel the bonds of a mother and her child. Only a month ago. One month. Taken
away by a tragic mishap. A slight miscalculation and she was gone. It's kind of
funny. You live without it for almost all of your life, when it was right it front
of him, he couldn't get it, and when he got it, he lost it.

The entire family, Saotome and Tendo, sat in the dojo. In front of them lay
a will, Nokoda's will. It had been decided that Ranma would read the will. It
seemed like the right thing to do. Being that Ranma was her only son, and Genma...
well Genma wasn't quite suited to do such a job. Ranma slowly opened up the will,
an effortlessly began reading it.

To Genma, my dear husband, my favorite pair of chopsticks.

<Chopsticks> Genma thought, but wisely decided not to say out loud

To the Tendo's... The list continued, long and slowly, the words dripped
from Ranma's mouth. His tone, dead. His eyes, dull. He neared the end of the list.
At the end, a short note was added.

To all the people I know, I loved. And I hope that everyone will continue
to live happy. But I am selfish, and I hope to have my final wish granted. To my
dear son. Even if the time we have been together shortened, I always loved you. And
I want more than anything for you to be happy. As my last wish, I wish for the
marriage of my son and his fiancée Akane Tendo.

Ranma stopped as he read the last words. He quickly finished the last bits
of the will and folded it again. He looked to the people in the room. All of their
heads were bowed down while he read, and were still bowed down. All except for one.
Akane lifted her head and look at Ranma. Ranma put the paper down and walked out
of the room. The other began to lift their heads. Small chattering began, but
Akane's stare did not flinch as Ranma left. From her lips a soft word was released,
"Ranma..."

Ranma rushed to his room and shut the door. He pressed his body against the
door, and allowed himself to slide down to a sitting position. He tucked in his
knees and leaned his head upon his knees. No tears flowed from his eyes. His cries
were silent. Only to be heard by a few. He shut his eyes and suppressed the
emotions inside him. His depression, his angry, his fear.

Downstairs, the families quietly spoke.

"My, it was very kind of her to leave all this stuff with us." Kasumi said.
Something about her was different, perhaps because she didn't seem as clueless as
usual. But then again everyone seemed different. Everyone carefully watched what
they said, and made sure that they didn't do anything to upset anyone. Especially
Akane. Akane had been rather silent. But why wouldn't she be. Ranma was in
indescribable pain, and Akane just didn't know what to do or say to him. What could
she say? "Sorry about your mother"? "I understand"? "Everything will be ok"? As
nice as the words may sound, they were no more than empty words that are sputtered
from those who don't know, or can't tell, or don't care. The "others", i.e.:
Shampoo, Ukyo, Kodachi, and his friends, had already given him those words. The
last thing he needed was to hear them again from Akane. No she would not do that.

The night continued on, dinner had already passed, and there was no site of
Ranma. Genma had left the house and for the night, would stay at Nokoda's former
house, as a way of remembering her. Soon, the rest of the family would begin to go
to sleep. Akane was the last one to go to bed. She slowly walked up the stairs. She
passed her room and walked towards the guest room. She stopped in front of the
door. Her hand pressed against the knob. Slowly she turned the knob and opened the
door.

"Ranma..." she whispered. She opened the door more, and slide inside,
shutting the door behind her.

"Ranma..." Again her voice was soft. She walked over to his bed and knelt
down besides it. Ranma lay curled into a ball, uncovered with his defenses down.
She looked over him, hoping that he was indeed sleeping. After confirming that he
was truly asleep, she took his covers and slide them over him. At first, he
shivered a bit from the air that was pushed towards him, but he soon relaxed as the
warmth of the blanket began to take effect. Akane sighed as she planted herself
down near Ranma. Ranma was facing the other way. His hair tossed wildly around him.
Akane gently moved to brush his hair out of his face. For a moment she sat,
playing with his hair, caressing it softly, careful not to wake him. <Ranma...> she
thought <If only I knew how I could help you.> She sighed again and rose, then
walked to and out the door. She peered in again and whispered goodnight before
fully shutting the door.

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The next day was not one of noting. The sun dully hung in the sky,
occasionally shining through the thick clouds of gray. Akane sat on the porch
staring out at the clouds, waiting for the rain. The wind whipped a string of
stinging cold air. It was about noon, but the dark clouds made it look as if it
were almost night. Genma had come back not too long ago from his former home. He
and Soun sat at the table, sipping their tea. Ranma had finally gotten out of bed,
but was only half wake. He wandered aimlessly through the house. Eventually he
wandered near Akane. He turned to her and slowly walked up behind her. Akane turned
to see Ranma looking at her from above. His eyes expressed a longing for
forgiveness, but he tried to hide that. He had other things to do. He gently placed
his hands on Akane's shoulders and shut his eyes. Akane, still looking up at him
shifted a bit at the added weight on her shoulders.

"What's wrong Ranma?"

"Akane..."

"Hmm?"

"Akane... I would like for you... if you would... marry me..." Akane sat
shocked, not quiet comprehending his words. Her mouth stood open.

"What?"

"Akane... will you... marry me?"

"Ranma... I... I..." She wasn't sure what she wanted. It was all so sudden.
The clouds began to let out a lite sprinkle of water, which pattered softly on the
ground. Slowly, the rain began to get harder, and the pitters became thumping
sounds as the rain crashed into the ground.

"Ranma...I...I... y-yes... I will..." Ranma managed a half smile.

"I'm glad..." he whispered. They stood rather motionless. Not knowing what
to say or what to do. Ranma removed his grip on Akane's shoulders and turned to
walk off.

"I'll...go and tell the others..." he said with little emotion. Akane
simply nodded as she saw Ranma disappear around the corner.

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Sounds of celebration could be heard echoing through the house. Finally,
finally the houses shall be united. Akane sat meekly on one side of the room while
her sisters questioned her on wedding arrangements. She blushed and looked over to
Ranma, who sat on the other side of the room. His head looked towards the floor. He
sat alone in the corner. Akane looked away from him and turned her attention back
to her sisters.

It had been quickly decided that the wedding would be held out side of the
dojo exactly one week from now. Decisions had been made so quickly Akane had no
time to disagree. The only thing she could do was sit and hope that everything
would be all right. During the week of setting up, Ranma had been rather distant
from Akane. But it was quickly put off as nervousness. It wasn't as if she herself
wasn't nervous too.

Only too quickly had the day come. Early that morning Akane had been woken
up in order to get prepared for the wedding. It was to be a small wedding, but
still, the family wanted the couple to look there best. Almost half the day was
spent preparing. Akane hadn't seen Ranma all day, she began to get worried, but as
she was walking to the kitchen, she caught of glimpse of Ranma.

"Ranma!" She quickly walked towards him, making sure she didn't rip her
dress. Her satin white dress dragged behind her. The dress was sleeve less and was
decorated with lines of pearl white beads. She wore white long gloves and her white
high heels had one strap in the front and one to go around the ankle.

"Ranma!" She said excitedly. Ranma turned in his tux. His black hair was
carefully brushed, but still in the same old braid.

"Oh... Akane..." he said dully. Akane smiled and grabbed his hand carefully
with hers.

"Come on... we'll be late..." She smiled again, still holding his hand.
Ranma looked at her, then to the ground again, somewhat ashamed.

"I'll meet up with you. You go ahead." His voice was still emotionless. But
still Akane did not notice anything outside of her already hectic world. She nodded
and almost skipped away, leaving Ranma to stand-alone. He walked over to counter
top and picked up a hand mirror and peered at its reflection. On the outside he
looked the same, but one look into his eyes and you could tell something had
changed. He quickly put the mirror down, turned and walked away.

Downstairs the wedding began to start. For the few family members and
friends who had knew about this wedding took their places and seats. Ranma walked
up to the altar where he as well as the rest of the family waited for the bride to
come. The music began to start. Near the dojo walked a young woman dressed in
white. Her pink skin glowed as the sun's beams reflected off its pigments. Her dark
hair was neatly clipped back. A white vail, with pink and blue flowers decorated on
it, covered Akane's blushing face. Eventually she stood next to Ranma. She glanced
over from time to time to her soon to be husband. Ranma stood rather still
throughout the ceremony.

"Do you Ranma Saotome take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife,
through sickness and in health, through rich and poor, as long as you both shall
live?"

"I do." Ranma said sternly.

"And do you Akane Tendo take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband,
through sickness and in health, through rich and poor, as long as you both shall
live?" Akane looked down at the ground then to Ranma.

"I...I do..."

"I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride." Ranma
turned towards Akane and pulled up her vail. Her eyes glittered with excitement
before she shut them in anticipation. Gently he moved his head towards her,
allowing his hands to fall to her hips, and leaned in. For a short moment Ranma's
lips meet Akane's, but Ranma quickly pulled away after a short meeting. Akane
looked down, both in embarrassment and disappointment. The family and some friends
clapped for the newly weds. The rest of the wedding was mostly socializing and
before anyone knew it, it was time to go. For the family members who didn't need to
leave since they lived there, they decided that they would go out to dinner to
celebrate, but Akane and Ranma both said they were too tired to go out, so the rest
went without them even though the fact that they were missing from the action
pretty much defeated the point of celebrating.

"Bye!" Akane waved to her family as they departed for more drinking fun.
She shut the door and went upstairs to change out of the puffy white dress. Ranma
had already changed out of his attire and was in the kitchen drinking a glass of
water. Akane came down and peered into the kitchen. She slowly snuck up behind
Ranma and wrapped her arms around his waist while snuggling her head against his
back. Of course he heard he coming, but wasn't prepared for her intimate attack. He
stood rather shocked at the action. Akane pressed her head a little closer into his
body. His smell intoxicated her senses, and she was surrounded by his warmth. She'd
never realized how trim his figure was. She knew he was very fit, but never got to
come close enough to tell how fit. Ranma wiggled a bit and realized himself from
her grip.

"Not now Akane. I don't feel like it." His words were cold and harsh
against Akane's open heart. She stepped back and watched the ground.

"Oh... I'm sorry..." She turned and slowly walked to her room. Ranma turned
to see her walking up the stairs with slumped shoulders. He tightened his fist as
if to grind something within his hands.

Akane stood in front of her door, leaning on it for support. She stood
motionless for a while. <I guess... I guess that, that was stupid of me... I don't
know what I was thinking... I don't know what made me want to do something so
stupid...> She continued to reprimand herself for her foolish act. She sniffled a
bit a wiped a stray tear from her eye. <I don't know why I was so stupid.....> She
walked to her head and crouched near it, clutching a pillow tightly, allowing the
pillow to feel the tension she felt.

Ranma's face looked shamed as he made he way up the stairs after Akane. He
went directly to Akane's door and lightly rapped on her door. No response. Again he
rapped on her door and again no response.

"Akane... I'm coming in... Ok?" he said as he gingerly opened the door.
Akane was still on her bed squeezing her pillow. Ranma let himself in and sat on
the floor next to her bed with his back facing her.

"Akane... look... I'm sorry. I didn't mean it so harshly. It's just that...
well... it's not that way between us." Akane looked up from the pillow.

"What do you mean?" she said.

"Well. I mean... Just this whole thing... It was for... It was... It's just
not right..."

"I don't understand."

"It's just that..." Ranma was lost for words. He didn't know what he wanted
to say; he just knew he had to say something. Akane frowned and buried her face in
the pillow again. "It's just that we can't be that way... because it's not that
way..." Ranma finished.

"Ranma..." Akane whispered. The words were almost inaudible through the
pillow. But it wasn't just the pillow that stopped her. It was the fear... The fear
of the question she wanted answered. Pieces of the puzzle were missing. Ranma's
actions during the week, how he purposely avoided her, his dull actions and words,
his refusal to answer her. Something was missing. Perhaps she hadn't put the
pieces together before, but she knew they were there. She just didn't want to hear
it. But now, now was the time. Again she spoke. "Ranma... why did you marry me..."

Ranma sat still, not answering in words or in actions. He opened his mouth
to say something, but then closed it again.

"Is it because... your mother?" The back of Ranma's head nodded slightly.

"Akane... My mother and I... you know how it is... and she never asked
anything of me... I felt..."

"So you don't have... any feelings for me..." Akane interrupted.

"Akane... I..."

"And so... you married me for the sake of your honor? Your pride?"

"..."

"And so you married me as a fool, as a puppet... to your own desire..."

"..."

"Is that all I am to you... a tool for uphold your honor..." Her words
quickened. "Is that it? Is that really all I am... a tool? Am I not worthy of
more..." She got off her bed and walked in front of Ranma. Slowly her liquid began
to form in the corner of her eyes, and her words began to slur slightly as her
emotions rose.

"You jerk... you jerk... you jerk... You JERK..." She lifted her hand and
swiped it across Ranma's face. Neither moved. Eventually Akane's arm sank to her
side and her chin felt to her heaving chest.

"Do you hate me that much?... Do you hate me so much that you would only
marry me because of your need to have pride, to have dignity, to be a man?" Small
sobs could be heard from Akane. Ranma had not shifted from the position he ended up
after being slapped. He did not make any attempts to answer Akane. Instead he sat
there with his head facing towards the side. Akane stood in front of him and put
her hands on his shoulders and shook him some.

"Why won't you answer me?" she said in half sobs. Again her hands dropped
to her side. She turned in the direction of the door and stepped towards it, but
was stopped midway by a hand that grasped one of her wrists. Ranma had gotten up
and now stood behind her. He stepped forwards and pulled her in towards him,
wrapping his arms around her. Akane struggled, but her weakened state caused her to
be subdued into his arms. He pressed her close in an embrace and spoke into her
hair.

"Akane.......... I'm sorry............" Akane stood with her head pressed
against his chest. She was still, and did not make an attempt to look at Ranma.
"I'm so sorry." Akane moved her arms and pushed against his chest, freeing her. She
turned and walked out the door, not once looking at Ranma. She stopped just before
the door, then continued on downstairs. Ranma stood watching her leave. "Akane..."

Nothing would ever be the same again...

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Notes: What did you think? I was going more for the character interaction... It
sounded better in my head... -_- Anyways... I didn't know all the terms for wedding
stuff, & I'm super lazy... you see most of my stories I try to go for character
interaction more than "facts" so to speak... anyways. If there are terms I used
incorrectly or something of that sort, please tell me... Also, I didn't quiet know
what I wanted to do for the end... so that's what I came up with... Kinda lame...
Maybe later I will add more to the end part... oh well... Thanks for reading.