Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Lost Days Lamenting Lost Days ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )
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By: ashez2ashes 
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Mystery / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.18.2001 | Updated On: 11.07.2004 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 388 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Mystery / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.18.2001 | Updated On: 11.07.2004 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 388 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma 1/2. Which is good, because then
it only would have come out at the rate of one chapter a year...ha
ha.
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Lost Days Lamenting Lost Days
Chapter 5
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The bright star filled sky cast no light upon the weary traveler
as he hobbled down the street. His foot falls shattered the
irrepressible silence that seemed to permeate the air around him.
Step... Crutch... Step... Crutch...
"I hate these things!" A low growl emanated from Ryouga's throat.
His grip tightened on the wooden crutches as he resisted the urge
to crush them to splinters.
What had he been doing at Ucchan's? He should have known he would
be a burden, not to mention there was the pig curse to worry
about. Besides, it was indecent for a guy to stay at a young
girl's house, even if the girl didn't really act like one.
"Stupid street." Ryouga's scowl deepened as he gazed at the broken
street lamps. "Stupid city, stupid country, stupid hemisphere,
STUPID WORLD!" He kicked a trashcan in anger.
"Ow... stupid me." He gritted his teeth and bit back the pain that
was coursing through his leg. Maybe he should have used the other
NON-BROKEN foot?
Ryouga stopped to gaze at the sky for a moment as he waited for
the needles of pain to stop jabbing his foot. The stars looked
like they were laughing at him. 'We'll always be here', they
seemed to say. 'We'll linger on if you're here or not. Time will
march on, empires will collapse and the stupid stars will still be
here, sitting here, twinkling stupidly through all eternity.'
He used to believe there was... someone or something or someone up
there. His mother used to tell him that before... she ... it
didn't matter. He didn't believe anymore. It was better to believe
that no one was up there than to believe there was some divine
power (or powers?) that enjoyed to torment. Still...believing in
nothing was no way to live either.
He scowled at the night sky.
To hell with it! He didn't care. Nope. Not one bit. There were no
higher powers controlling everything. His new found sense of
direction was only an accident. Or a fluke... Yeah, it was a
fluke.
Besides, everything was Ranma's fault. Although, he had been nice
to him at the hospital... Then again, every time he thought Ranma
was being nice, he'd really be taking advantage of him and Ryouga
would feel like a big dumbass.
Yeah, it was Ranma's fault. It had to be. It was the only constant
in Ryouga's life and he clung to it like a drowning man to a life
preserver. Giant yetis may fly, the sky might turn orange, Shampoo
might learn about the wonderful world of pronouns, but it was
ALWAYS Ranma's fault. That's just the way life was. It was like
physics or something.
"What have you ever done for me, anyways?" His voice was barely a
whisper as he stared at the cold night sky. He had done this many
times. Of course, it never answered. It always stayed the same,
twinkling like a bunch of stupid lights, never answering. But this
time--
IT DID.
AN aLley wAy . . . A siGn . .. tHe sNakEs PiT . . .a yOUng GirL
wAs cRyIng, hE was goIng tO kIlL HeR but no ONe wAs goInG To sAve
her . . . NO ONE . . . sHe'D dIE . . . a rUsTy knIfe . . . fear
Ryouga fell to his knees and clutched his head in pain as images
flashed through his mind.
shUt uP aND dO As YoUr tOld . . . gUn leFt pOCKet . . . nEvEr
uNdEreStiMatE tHe cAt . . . sOmE pEoPlE . . . aren't worth saving.
The images passed as quickly as they came and Ryouga was left
gasping for breath. Sweat dripped down his brow and it seemed like
millions of icy fingernails were scraping through his brain.
"Oh man what just..." His head shot up. He heard... something. Was
that a woman screaming? He stood up and walked quickly toward the
source of the sound. It hurt like hell to walk without the
crutches, but they hindered his movements too much.
Painstakingly, he made his way through the streets. It was like
his feet had minds of their own (which would explain quite a lot).
He knew where to go, he just didn't know WHERE he was going.
The streets seemed to deteriorate the farther he went. Large pot
holes littered the street and only the occasional lamppost
actually worked. The stench of urine and garbage hung in the air.
You just had to love the recession.
"Shit..." Ryouga's grip tightened around his crutches. Maybe his
new found sense of direction was leaving him. But he had been so
sure... He NEEDED to be here. What happened to that crying girl
anyway? She had sounded only a few feet away.
"Great Hibiki, you're going crazy." Scenery passed by unnoticed as
he kept his eyes directly in front of him. It was a dangerous part
of Japan. He had to be on guard for anything.
A bar named the "Snakes Pit" passed by his view, unnoticed.
"Shut up and do as you're told."
Ryouga stopped and flattened himself against a wall. He could hear
the faint sounds of crying now. How had he ever been able to hear
them before? He heard a loud smack as something impacted against
human flesh. The only thing that kept him from jumping out right
then was the next voice.
"I'm sorry. It's just... I can do this I really can."
Ryouga risked a glance around the corner.
A young girl, couldn't have been more than fourteen, lay hunched
on the ground. Her face was black and blue. A small trickle of
blood dripped from her lower lip. A man towered over her with his
fists clenched tightly. The young girl's hair flowed down her back
and was covered in small gaudy bows. Her entire body shook like a
leaf in the wind.
It was like a scene from a bad movie.
"I paid good monnah fer ya." The man sneered. His merciless brown
eyes glinted for a brief second in the dark. "Youzs reminds meh
of mah dear, dead Maya, yousz do." His hand slipped into his
pocket. "Always slutting around. But showed her I did."
Youzs? The guy sounded like a yakuza. Not only was it like a bad
movie, it was a bad GANGSTER movie.
Ryouga really hated those.
A long jagged knife slithered from the thug's pocket in almost
slow motion. The girl glanced up and whimpered.
"What are you..." She stood up and cautiously stepped backwards.
"Please, don't. I'll do whatever you want just--"
"That's what youzs always say Maya! Then ya go slutting around. I
got rid of ya but youzs keep comin back. Just like da cat. It
comes again the cat does. But I'm not gonna ta underestimate it
dis time. No... never underestimate da cat."
He brought his knife to his mouth and licked it, leaving a long
trail of saliva across the blade.
A CLICHED GANGSTER MOVIE.
"You're not coming back this time Maya. No... not this time."
The girl clenched her eyes in fear.
Suddenly, a crutch flew from the mouth of the alley and hit the
man's wrist. The crutch clattered to the ground.
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh!" The man fell to the floor, cradling his
bruised wrist.
Ryouga stood at the mouth of the alley. Every fiber of his being
trembled with anger. Red fire crackled at the tips of his hair and
red tendrils swirled around him like fire, creating the illusion
of the very pits of hell.
He was pissed.
"Prepare to die." He leveled his umbrella threateningly.
"The kitty wants ta play." The man snickered and playfully
switched his knife from hand to hand as he approached.
Ryouga stood his ground. He didn't even need to move to defeat
this bastard. Which was good, since he didn't have that option
open to him right now.
The man was only a few feet from him when something flashed across
his mind.
THERE WAS A GUN IN HIS LEFT POCKET.
Ryouga grabbed the man's wrist at the last second, and pushed the
man's hand with the other, sending the gun flying across the
alley. A right hook sent him flying out of the alley and onto the
street where he hit a lamp. His body hit the ground with a thud
and lay still, unconscious.
Pathetic. Not even enough to break a sweat.
"Are-are you ok, Miss?" Ryouga limped over and stood in front of
the girl. The girl stared at him with an odd expression. Something
very "non-damsel in distress" flashed across her face to be
replaced quickly by a scared expression.
Ryouga tried waving his hand in front of her face to get her
attention.
"Uh, hello? Miss?"
She blinked rapidly and returned to herself. "Why did you save
me?"
"He was going to--"
"What do you want from me?" Anger leaked into her voice. She took
a step backward. For some reason, Ryouga had the sudden impression
he was in a play.
"Uh, want? I don't want anything. I was just--"
"They always want something." She brushed past him and bolted out
of the alley.
"Wait!"
The girl stopped abruptly and looked over her shoulder. Their eyes
met and Ryouga found himself staring into eyes that seemed hollow.
This whole thing was odd. Something was off.
Finally, the girl tore her gaze away and whispered softly.
"Heh. Some people aren't worth saving." She ran out of the alley
and into the night, leaving Ryouga standing alone.
A chilly wind blew a stray paper across is path. Not a sound could
be heard for miles as the lonely night marched onward.
The stars twinkled unbidden.
----
Contact Info:
ashez2ashes@yahoo.com
http://www.geocities.com/ashez2ashes/
it only would have come out at the rate of one chapter a year...ha
ha.
Contact Info:
ashez2ashes@yahoo.com
http://www.geocities.com/ashez2ashes/
----
Lost Days Lamenting Lost Days
Chapter 5
----
The bright star filled sky cast no light upon the weary traveler
as he hobbled down the street. His foot falls shattered the
irrepressible silence that seemed to permeate the air around him.
Step... Crutch... Step... Crutch...
"I hate these things!" A low growl emanated from Ryouga's throat.
His grip tightened on the wooden crutches as he resisted the urge
to crush them to splinters.
What had he been doing at Ucchan's? He should have known he would
be a burden, not to mention there was the pig curse to worry
about. Besides, it was indecent for a guy to stay at a young
girl's house, even if the girl didn't really act like one.
"Stupid street." Ryouga's scowl deepened as he gazed at the broken
street lamps. "Stupid city, stupid country, stupid hemisphere,
STUPID WORLD!" He kicked a trashcan in anger.
"Ow... stupid me." He gritted his teeth and bit back the pain that
was coursing through his leg. Maybe he should have used the other
NON-BROKEN foot?
Ryouga stopped to gaze at the sky for a moment as he waited for
the needles of pain to stop jabbing his foot. The stars looked
like they were laughing at him. 'We'll always be here', they
seemed to say. 'We'll linger on if you're here or not. Time will
march on, empires will collapse and the stupid stars will still be
here, sitting here, twinkling stupidly through all eternity.'
He used to believe there was... someone or something or someone up
there. His mother used to tell him that before... she ... it
didn't matter. He didn't believe anymore. It was better to believe
that no one was up there than to believe there was some divine
power (or powers?) that enjoyed to torment. Still...believing in
nothing was no way to live either.
He scowled at the night sky.
To hell with it! He didn't care. Nope. Not one bit. There were no
higher powers controlling everything. His new found sense of
direction was only an accident. Or a fluke... Yeah, it was a
fluke.
Besides, everything was Ranma's fault. Although, he had been nice
to him at the hospital... Then again, every time he thought Ranma
was being nice, he'd really be taking advantage of him and Ryouga
would feel like a big dumbass.
Yeah, it was Ranma's fault. It had to be. It was the only constant
in Ryouga's life and he clung to it like a drowning man to a life
preserver. Giant yetis may fly, the sky might turn orange, Shampoo
might learn about the wonderful world of pronouns, but it was
ALWAYS Ranma's fault. That's just the way life was. It was like
physics or something.
"What have you ever done for me, anyways?" His voice was barely a
whisper as he stared at the cold night sky. He had done this many
times. Of course, it never answered. It always stayed the same,
twinkling like a bunch of stupid lights, never answering. But this
time--
IT DID.
AN aLley wAy . . . A siGn . .. tHe sNakEs PiT . . .a yOUng GirL
wAs cRyIng, hE was goIng tO kIlL HeR but no ONe wAs goInG To sAve
her . . . NO ONE . . . sHe'D dIE . . . a rUsTy knIfe . . . fear
Ryouga fell to his knees and clutched his head in pain as images
flashed through his mind.
shUt uP aND dO As YoUr tOld . . . gUn leFt pOCKet . . . nEvEr
uNdEreStiMatE tHe cAt . . . sOmE pEoPlE . . . aren't worth saving.
The images passed as quickly as they came and Ryouga was left
gasping for breath. Sweat dripped down his brow and it seemed like
millions of icy fingernails were scraping through his brain.
"Oh man what just..." His head shot up. He heard... something. Was
that a woman screaming? He stood up and walked quickly toward the
source of the sound. It hurt like hell to walk without the
crutches, but they hindered his movements too much.
Painstakingly, he made his way through the streets. It was like
his feet had minds of their own (which would explain quite a lot).
He knew where to go, he just didn't know WHERE he was going.
The streets seemed to deteriorate the farther he went. Large pot
holes littered the street and only the occasional lamppost
actually worked. The stench of urine and garbage hung in the air.
You just had to love the recession.
"Shit..." Ryouga's grip tightened around his crutches. Maybe his
new found sense of direction was leaving him. But he had been so
sure... He NEEDED to be here. What happened to that crying girl
anyway? She had sounded only a few feet away.
"Great Hibiki, you're going crazy." Scenery passed by unnoticed as
he kept his eyes directly in front of him. It was a dangerous part
of Japan. He had to be on guard for anything.
A bar named the "Snakes Pit" passed by his view, unnoticed.
"Shut up and do as you're told."
Ryouga stopped and flattened himself against a wall. He could hear
the faint sounds of crying now. How had he ever been able to hear
them before? He heard a loud smack as something impacted against
human flesh. The only thing that kept him from jumping out right
then was the next voice.
"I'm sorry. It's just... I can do this I really can."
Ryouga risked a glance around the corner.
A young girl, couldn't have been more than fourteen, lay hunched
on the ground. Her face was black and blue. A small trickle of
blood dripped from her lower lip. A man towered over her with his
fists clenched tightly. The young girl's hair flowed down her back
and was covered in small gaudy bows. Her entire body shook like a
leaf in the wind.
It was like a scene from a bad movie.
"I paid good monnah fer ya." The man sneered. His merciless brown
eyes glinted for a brief second in the dark. "Youzs reminds meh
of mah dear, dead Maya, yousz do." His hand slipped into his
pocket. "Always slutting around. But showed her I did."
Youzs? The guy sounded like a yakuza. Not only was it like a bad
movie, it was a bad GANGSTER movie.
Ryouga really hated those.
A long jagged knife slithered from the thug's pocket in almost
slow motion. The girl glanced up and whimpered.
"What are you..." She stood up and cautiously stepped backwards.
"Please, don't. I'll do whatever you want just--"
"That's what youzs always say Maya! Then ya go slutting around. I
got rid of ya but youzs keep comin back. Just like da cat. It
comes again the cat does. But I'm not gonna ta underestimate it
dis time. No... never underestimate da cat."
He brought his knife to his mouth and licked it, leaving a long
trail of saliva across the blade.
A CLICHED GANGSTER MOVIE.
"You're not coming back this time Maya. No... not this time."
The girl clenched her eyes in fear.
Suddenly, a crutch flew from the mouth of the alley and hit the
man's wrist. The crutch clattered to the ground.
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh!" The man fell to the floor, cradling his
bruised wrist.
Ryouga stood at the mouth of the alley. Every fiber of his being
trembled with anger. Red fire crackled at the tips of his hair and
red tendrils swirled around him like fire, creating the illusion
of the very pits of hell.
He was pissed.
"Prepare to die." He leveled his umbrella threateningly.
"The kitty wants ta play." The man snickered and playfully
switched his knife from hand to hand as he approached.
Ryouga stood his ground. He didn't even need to move to defeat
this bastard. Which was good, since he didn't have that option
open to him right now.
The man was only a few feet from him when something flashed across
his mind.
THERE WAS A GUN IN HIS LEFT POCKET.
Ryouga grabbed the man's wrist at the last second, and pushed the
man's hand with the other, sending the gun flying across the
alley. A right hook sent him flying out of the alley and onto the
street where he hit a lamp. His body hit the ground with a thud
and lay still, unconscious.
Pathetic. Not even enough to break a sweat.
"Are-are you ok, Miss?" Ryouga limped over and stood in front of
the girl. The girl stared at him with an odd expression. Something
very "non-damsel in distress" flashed across her face to be
replaced quickly by a scared expression.
Ryouga tried waving his hand in front of her face to get her
attention.
"Uh, hello? Miss?"
She blinked rapidly and returned to herself. "Why did you save
me?"
"He was going to--"
"What do you want from me?" Anger leaked into her voice. She took
a step backward. For some reason, Ryouga had the sudden impression
he was in a play.
"Uh, want? I don't want anything. I was just--"
"They always want something." She brushed past him and bolted out
of the alley.
"Wait!"
The girl stopped abruptly and looked over her shoulder. Their eyes
met and Ryouga found himself staring into eyes that seemed hollow.
This whole thing was odd. Something was off.
Finally, the girl tore her gaze away and whispered softly.
"Heh. Some people aren't worth saving." She ran out of the alley
and into the night, leaving Ryouga standing alone.
A chilly wind blew a stray paper across is path. Not a sound could
be heard for miles as the lonely night marched onward.
The stars twinkled unbidden.
----
Contact Info:
ashez2ashes@yahoo.com
http://www.geocities.com/ashez2ashes/