Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Vampire Savior: The Prophecy ❯ Fulfilling The Prophecy: Healing Old Wounds ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma 1/2 or any of its characters. I use their characters only to make Fan fiction. They all belong to Rumiko Takaheshi.

Author’s Notes: Sorry, can’t think of any. >.<

Vampire Savior: by firagabird
The Prophecy, Chapter 5: Healing Old Wounds

Symbols:

“spoken”

R 16;thought’

*effects*

   That kiss... It was an explosion. Of feelings, of thoughts... everything. All felt, none distinguishable. The touch of those lips. So intense, so impossibly intense. The extreme passion burning, yet the even stronger desire for more, caused by the touch of those lips. Everything going so quickly, so suddenly. But no, she didn’t mind. Akane didn’t mind at all.

   ‘Oh…’ was the most coherent thought she could make as the sensation of her life’s love both gently and feverishly planted his strong lips onto her sensitive ones caused her brain to shut down and overheat at the same time. Words and thoughts alike, neither of them could hope to describe, to capture the wave of feeling and that of love, of shock and of arousal. Her mind and body felt as if, in that one moment, it completely joined his as one. She could hear his thoughts, feel what he felt… it was a total bond between two soul mates, two whose destinies were meant to merge.

   As her body fell into his, neither of them could think of anything and even less say anything. They didn’t have to; they understood each other completely. How is a mystery, and why is clearly evident; they forgot everything around them for one split second, forgot of the world surrounding the two lovers, reveling in their own. Akane and Ranma weren’t two seperate individuals at that moment, not to them.

   The kiss went on for an infinite moment. However, one moment was neither infinite, nor was it enough. Akane didn’t mind suffocating, as long as she died in her love’s arms in a constant state of bliss that went past death, deep in a lovers kiss for her passion towards him was stronger than her own urge to live. Ranma knew and felt likewise, but his mind had somehow penetrated the mixed fog made of bliss and asphyxiation. His hands, quaking with barely controlled desire, slowly slid beneath her arms and grasped at her even more trembling shoulders, reluctantly pulling her from him and breaking the kiss.

   Both of them started gasping for precious air, suddenly and very painfully conscious of the need for it. The regret was present, of course; almost palpable. Their eyes closed in disappointment, struggling to recall that impossibly thrilling feel of love and near-death, wishing it could last for longer. Regret there was, but so was love. Lustful desire, passionate hunger, but mostly… love. Ranma opened his eyes, and took in the view of his beloved’s face. Her sweat-drenched, deep-red expression only served to make her already stunning looks even more angelic.

   After a short time spent catching their breaths, Akane slowly opened her eyes as well. Her spouse took one glance into those orbs and instantly became entranced in it, and vice versa. The love was glowing from them, even more so than that of the most precious of gold. And then, she smiled. Her lips barely moved, but it meant the entire universe to Ranma. His breath was yet again taken away, and he was spellbound by it. The sudden return of her self-consciousness screamed to her of the attention she was receiving, causing the suddenly oddly shy female martial artist to look away, and effectively breaking his trance.

   “You’re beautiful,” he uttered softly, taking the stunned Akane by surprise. One could not say that he blurted this out, or that it was spoken weakly, as these words were taken from his heart with the deepest sincerity. As her ears caught the faint sound from the air, her eyes widened and she immediately looked back to the completely serene youth. During her reminiscing, she could barely make out the sound his voice.
   “Wh-what…?” she replied with a slight stutter.

   “You’re beautiful,” he repeated with a soft expression, the braided youth’s voice straight and unwavering. Their eyes locked again, his azure blue orbs staring into the hazel-rimmed depths of hers, equally comforting and lovely. This time, the blue-haired teen drank in every single syllable, and her eyes welled up. She loved those simple yet deep words, and loved even more the one who spoke them.
‘I never thought Ranma would say that to me…’ she thought in shock, then in awe.

   In her state, Akane couldn’t manage to utter her sincere love and admiration for her lover that swelled in her heart, which was beyond words, nor did she care to. In its stead, she merely held him as close as she could to herself, openly crying out audibly on his chest. This shortly locked Ranma’s body on reflex, but he quickly relaxed and smoothly took her into his arms. Much had happened and neither of them even came close to the thought that the end of the day would end like this. Their relationship seemed ready to completely break apart, if not for the sharp turn of events. At the rate of dwindling control they had and the fierce mask of self-denial they threw on, completely opposing what they truly felt, it seemed truly impossible for them to be able to embrace each other like this...

   What had changed so much to have led to this, the two lovers might have wondered. At the moment, they couldn’t have cared less. They weren’t thinking of what had occurred for the past two years, of what would occur in the next two. They looked into each others eyes, and saw the beauty of the souls shown through them. Yes, that was all they cared about. They never spoke a word, but they conversed through those very same orbs. Of course, there were some things that could never be heard without saying.
   “Do you love me?” Akane asked weakly. She instantly brought her hands over her mouth at the realization of her mistake; the last time she spoke those words, disaster struck. ‘Ohshitohshitohshit…’She thought in a loop, wishing she could rewind time and manage to catch her own voice.

   As she was too focused on the act of mentally beating herself up, Akane didn’t come to notice the hand that snaked its way onto the one she was using to cover her mouth. The touch shot electricity through her body, jolting her out of her self-exasperation. Her then clenched eyes snapped to attention, looking directly at the face of the man she had loved and hurt at the same time slowly take the limp hand off her semi-full but nonetheless attractive lips.

   All of her senses were heightened as adrenaline mixed with blood yet again. In the state the tense young woman was in, she needn’t try to think that what she heard was mistaken. She clearly saw Ranma’s mouth move to form each syllable, each word she took in. She noticeably felt the tingle of her spine as she heard the honesty and sincerity put into those two words. She knew that her lover spoke truly, because tears of elation rolled down her flushed cheeks.
   Her eyes searched for his, and in them found the same passion and love she saw in her own. She opened her mouth once, closing them at the conclusion that her voice yet again lost her. She instead merely looked into the braided youth’s eyes, and a slight shock ran through her on the sight of the same salty liquid flowing out of them. Concern flooded her on recently forged instinct, but was swept away quickly as his lips curved upward. Again, they embraced each other, both now openly crying, both unashamed of it.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

   “They have truly fallen for each other now, haven’t they?”

   “Indeed, their hearts have finally merged together. From now on, there will be nothing we can do to separate them.”

   “Do you still believe that all of her kind is evil?”

   “Of course, love. You know that we have never met one of her kind that had a shred of good intentions, now have we?”

   “Yes, yes… Although, I also know and sense her aura.”

   “All the way from here?”

   “You still are surprised in my abilities, darling?”

   “Yes. I find it hard to believe that the mere presence of ‘him’ can make you that powerful.”

   “As do I, my love. Yet, have you not also gained power?”

   “Yes, I have. Unfortunately, the abilities I possess are not as effective at such far a distance as yours.”

   “That is alright; I can live with that. Hahah- Ouch! I was only kidding, dear, I swear!”

   “You had better be. Now, you were to tell me something?”

   “Oh, yes I was. The patterns of her energy, the flow of chi around her, it all symbolizes a level of purity unlike of her kind.”

   “I find that slightly implausible. How could she be pure when, for the past two years, all she had ever done to ‘him’ was harmful be it physically or emotionally, or both?”

   “You do know that ‘he’ was rarely any different?”

   “Yes, but ‘he’ could not help it. She was the cause of ‘his’ insecurity.”

   “…True.”

  ;  “…”

   “…̶ 1;

   “Well, these two seem to be getting along very well at the moment. Let us leave them as they lick each other’s wounds, my darling Kuruma.”

   “Yes, very well agreed, my lovely Sakura.”

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .    Several moments passed, and they eventually untangled their arms from each other. Each had a warm, wide grin on their faces, relief and warmth washing over them. First to break the unspoken aura was Ranma.   “That…” he started, somewhat at a loss for words, “that was, well…” He gazed into the hazelnut depths of Akane’s eyes with astonishment and a not-so-small amount of admiration.   “Wow,” they both spoke out at the same time. Another moment of silence ensued, breaking into a fit of laughter. Radiating from them was the much-needed sense of ease and comfort, the ice-breaker of over two years of tense relations. Confidently, they both leaned into yet another kiss, less intense as the previous one yet just as reassuring and loving. Half of their pair of arms wrapped themselves onto the other’s waist, holding the back of their lover’s head with the other. They broke the kiss, Akane turning around and taking a seat on the braided youth’s crossed legs as he embraced her from behind, leaning her head back without hesitation, letting herself be bathed with the warmth given to her freely by her partner.   “I love you so much, Ranma,” she whispered out sincerely. “I should have told you sooner. It was just that-” She turned her head and tried to say more, but was cut by the finger that was softly planted on her lips.

 

   She brought her gaze to his face, studying innocently the slightly tanned skin, the strong yet not-too masculine jaw, the slightly dark, azure irises of his bright eyes, and the slight up-curling motion she was able to catch of his mouth.

   “I love you too, Akane,” the martial artist spoke confidently, persuasively, to his lover. “I don’t really know how to say it right, so…” Taking a deep breath and looking down at the floor as if angered by it, he refused to let anything like the complications of their relationship to ruin this moment. Again he exhaled audibly, turning back to admire the comforting depths of his partner’s pupils. “I love you.”

 

   In the eyes of her lover, Akane was overcome by the total and absolute love she was given, inspired by the never-before seen subtlety of his words.

   “Oh, Ranma…” Tears flowed freely from the slits under her eyes, salty fluids sliding downwards with the guide of an all-powerful yet amazingly gentle force… ‘Just like you, my love,’ her mind cried out. A trembling hand reached out to his strong jaw, allowing the sensitive tips of her fingers to trace the faint yet noticeable line from his cheeks, all the way to his chin.

 

   The tee- no… The man whose face she was openly caressing didn’t seem to mind the attention and especially the treatment, as her fingers innocently slid its way up to his bottom lip.

   “O-oh...” she half-heartedly exclaimed. Somewhere in her subconscious mind, she had been planning the whole time to finally touch the lips that had so very much given her so many sensations. She meant to take her finger - and now even her eyes, as she was overcome by a slightly mischievous fascination – off of it, but only seemed to stay firmer in its place.

   ‘Oh, why isn’t my hand working?!’ she protested, a sudden shock of panic and fear washing over her, feeling the stubbornness of her entire arm as if in signifying its own independence.

 

   With slight apprehension, Akane’s eyes looked up to see what would be in store for her. She surprisingly met up with a pair of gazing eyes, the object of their attention… her. With a light blush, her focus was completely fixed to Ranma, holding a lightly closed hand on her chest (you know, like in animé). Moving unnoticeably to her, and maybe to her fiancé, the love-struck youth’s previously frozen hand seem to loosen up, sliding ever-so-slightly sideways to her love’s cheeks, the movement in her peripheral vision finally bringing it to her awareness.

 

   She blinked once or twice before realizing that she could move her now responsive arm. She then quickly drew it back, but it was caught midway. She took a look and saw the large hand, clenched around her thin wrists, and traced the hand, from the arm to its owner, to Ranma.

   “Ranma…” she cried out with mild surprise, her reflexes apparently offline at the moment. The grip wasn’t all that painful, and the sensation of young man’s skin on hers felt nice. “What…” she started, noting that she really didn’t want to talk at the moment as her hand was slowly pulled closer to Ranma’s soft and, at the same time, hard complexion. Her face reddened with a warm flush of blood upon feeling the palm of her hand softly pressed on his lips, and she even had to suppress a small moan from her throat.

 

   ‘Gods, Ranma …’ Her eyes were rolled back in silent ecstasy, a slightly trembling arm doing its best to support her weight as the lust-encumbered youth became drunk from her lover’s ministrations. In the eerie silence of her fiancé’s room, the highly arousing sounds of Ranma’s pleasurable sucking was driving Akane to the edge, and just as she was just about ready to spread her legs and give herself completely to the one who had captured her heart twice…

 

*RUMBLE*

 

 230;

 

*sweatdrop*

 

End of Chapter 5