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***
The last words to leave her lips were, "I hate you."
These words were spoken without any real emotion that Ranma could tell, but for some reason, they hurt more than anything she had yelled at him before. The place where she spoke those words still haunted him with visions of her, though she has not returned in over a month now. The house felt heavy, like lichen wearing down the branches of a graveyard tree. The dreary clouds have hung in the air since then, and not a day has passed where rain has not visited the city.
Ranma swallowed hard, and closed his eyes, trying desperately to get rid of the image of her face. The expressionless eyes and mouth, that spoke those evil words to him. He tried to remember her laugh, her smile, even her flirting would be enough to distract him, but each time the only face that came up, was that dark, sinister, indifferent face. She had left him with nothing but agony to remember.
Ranma decided that no progress would be made for the day, and flopped back onto his futon, ignoring the empty vacuum by the door where she had once stood. He closed his eyes, and tried to drown out the hum of the somber litany that echoed from the shadows, "I hate you."
A hand touched Ranma's shoulder. Some phantom he had not heard approach. Perhaps just his imagination. The hand shook his body, attempting to wake him up. Ranma opened his eyes slowly, the dark shadows around him indicated that it was night, and the sun was setting on the other side of the house. Still he could not make out the form of the phantom.
"Ranma, wake up, time to eat," the phantom's voice was lilting, and soft. The warm waves of the voice brushed over Ranma's cool skin.
"Thanks Kasumi," Ranma croaked, his voice thick, and his throat sore.
"Ranma...have you been crying again?" Kasumi's voice was tinted with worry, and carried a strong hint of motherly care.
Ranma cleared his throat and sat up. "No. Real men don't cry," Ranma spoke without emotion or care, saying the words more out of habit than anything else.
Kasumi saw the pain etched across his face and hugged him, bringing him tight against her chest. Ranma's head nuzzled down to her neck, and he sucked on her nape. His arms went around her, and he slid them back and up under her blouse. He began to rub his palm gently on the outside of her bra.
Kasumi leaned Ranma back onto the futon, and soon he was on top of her, pants down, with her panties shoved to the side. He was penetrating her with a boundless hungry lust. Small gasps escaped Kasumi, as she bit down on a finger so that she would not cry out. Ranma rocked into her, his legs propelling him deep into her sex. He fucked her until he collapsed on top of her, crying onto her shoulders.
Kasumi wrapped her legs around him, so he would not run away again, and whispered in his ear, "It's okay Ranma, I still love you."
***
The storm continued unabated over Nerima. The heavy rain kept all but the most determined inside. Ranma walked along, her head down, bearing the weight of the rain. The heavy consequences of his actions still played through his mind as he walked through the streets in his female form, secretly hoping the water would wash away his guilt and his shame. Two months, and still Akane was gone.
Ranma stopped then she ran into someone else walking in the loathsome rain. She didn't look up, but stood there, waiting for the man to step aside. She didn't even fight him off when he pushed her up against the wall. She didn't even cry when he raped her. She didn't look at him, she didn't care. When he was done, he took her with him.
***
The room was dark. Ranma lay sweating on a soft spring futon. The fever continued to terrorize her mind, and soft hands applied a cold cloth to her head. "Its okay," a soft, sweet voice penetrated the darkness.
Ranma closed her eyes, and fell into shadows once more.
***
Ranma opened his eyes. He was alone in his room. A warm, wet spot was under him on the futon, and his shorts were soaked. He got up quickly and changed, hoping no one would catch his embarrassment. Akane walked in as he pulled his shorts on. She ignored his brief nudity, and with a shy smile said, "C'mon silly, lunch is ready, nap time is over."
Ranma smiled and kissed her. Their lips entwined in passionate dance. Their bodies soon followed suit and he lay her on the futon. Her face crunched up in disgust, "Ranma, eww, you wet the futon again!"
Ranma's face was stricken with panic, and he stammered his excuse as best he could, which was none at all. Akane got up and smacked him on the side of the head. "Get this cleaned up baka, I'll be downstairs with your lunch when you're ready to grow up," Akane gave him a dirty look and headed down to wash off her disgust.
***
Ranma woke up from the shadows of illness to find herself in her room. Kasumi lay next to her exhausted from trying to keep Ranma's fever down. Ranma sat up and cried. She new the rape had been real, but she still couldn't remember who it was.
Why didn't Akane believe her? Why was it Ranma's fault that he was raped. He had lost his power, he had lost everything. Was it so wrong to have given up hope for that small period. Was it her fault that she was raped?
The tears wouldn't stop, and Ranma didn't want them to. She should just cry and die. It was her fault Akane left. It was her fault she got raped. She didn't deserve to live. She didn't deserve Kasumi's sweet love. She didn't deserve to be heir to the Anything Goes School of Martial Arts.
The world would be better off, without Ranma Saotome.
***
Two months later, Akane returned. She knelt in front of the family shrine, and prayed to her mother, and lit incense in her prayer. She then prayed in front of Ranma's shrine. She prayed for his forgiveness, but she knew she did not deserve it. Still, the baby in her womb was his, and she could not afford to let that baby die.
"Despite all the pain I brought you, and myself, I will live for our child Ranma."
These words were spoken without any real emotion that Ranma could tell, but for some reason, they hurt more than anything she had yelled at him before. The place where she spoke those words still haunted him with visions of her, though she has not returned in over a month now. The house felt heavy, like lichen wearing down the branches of a graveyard tree. The dreary clouds have hung in the air since then, and not a day has passed where rain has not visited the city.
Ranma swallowed hard, and closed his eyes, trying desperately to get rid of the image of her face. The expressionless eyes and mouth, that spoke those evil words to him. He tried to remember her laugh, her smile, even her flirting would be enough to distract him, but each time the only face that came up, was that dark, sinister, indifferent face. She had left him with nothing but agony to remember.
Ranma decided that no progress would be made for the day, and flopped back onto his futon, ignoring the empty vacuum by the door where she had once stood. He closed his eyes, and tried to drown out the hum of the somber litany that echoed from the shadows, "I hate you."
A hand touched Ranma's shoulder. Some phantom he had not heard approach. Perhaps just his imagination. The hand shook his body, attempting to wake him up. Ranma opened his eyes slowly, the dark shadows around him indicated that it was night, and the sun was setting on the other side of the house. Still he could not make out the form of the phantom.
"Ranma, wake up, time to eat," the phantom's voice was lilting, and soft. The warm waves of the voice brushed over Ranma's cool skin.
"Thanks Kasumi," Ranma croaked, his voice thick, and his throat sore.
"Ranma...have you been crying again?" Kasumi's voice was tinted with worry, and carried a strong hint of motherly care.
Ranma cleared his throat and sat up. "No. Real men don't cry," Ranma spoke without emotion or care, saying the words more out of habit than anything else.
Kasumi saw the pain etched across his face and hugged him, bringing him tight against her chest. Ranma's head nuzzled down to her neck, and he sucked on her nape. His arms went around her, and he slid them back and up under her blouse. He began to rub his palm gently on the outside of her bra.
Kasumi leaned Ranma back onto the futon, and soon he was on top of her, pants down, with her panties shoved to the side. He was penetrating her with a boundless hungry lust. Small gasps escaped Kasumi, as she bit down on a finger so that she would not cry out. Ranma rocked into her, his legs propelling him deep into her sex. He fucked her until he collapsed on top of her, crying onto her shoulders.
Kasumi wrapped her legs around him, so he would not run away again, and whispered in his ear, "It's okay Ranma, I still love you."
***
The storm continued unabated over Nerima. The heavy rain kept all but the most determined inside. Ranma walked along, her head down, bearing the weight of the rain. The heavy consequences of his actions still played through his mind as he walked through the streets in his female form, secretly hoping the water would wash away his guilt and his shame. Two months, and still Akane was gone.
Ranma stopped then she ran into someone else walking in the loathsome rain. She didn't look up, but stood there, waiting for the man to step aside. She didn't even fight him off when he pushed her up against the wall. She didn't even cry when he raped her. She didn't look at him, she didn't care. When he was done, he took her with him.
***
The room was dark. Ranma lay sweating on a soft spring futon. The fever continued to terrorize her mind, and soft hands applied a cold cloth to her head. "Its okay," a soft, sweet voice penetrated the darkness.
Ranma closed her eyes, and fell into shadows once more.
***
Ranma opened his eyes. He was alone in his room. A warm, wet spot was under him on the futon, and his shorts were soaked. He got up quickly and changed, hoping no one would catch his embarrassment. Akane walked in as he pulled his shorts on. She ignored his brief nudity, and with a shy smile said, "C'mon silly, lunch is ready, nap time is over."
Ranma smiled and kissed her. Their lips entwined in passionate dance. Their bodies soon followed suit and he lay her on the futon. Her face crunched up in disgust, "Ranma, eww, you wet the futon again!"
Ranma's face was stricken with panic, and he stammered his excuse as best he could, which was none at all. Akane got up and smacked him on the side of the head. "Get this cleaned up baka, I'll be downstairs with your lunch when you're ready to grow up," Akane gave him a dirty look and headed down to wash off her disgust.
***
Ranma woke up from the shadows of illness to find herself in her room. Kasumi lay next to her exhausted from trying to keep Ranma's fever down. Ranma sat up and cried. She new the rape had been real, but she still couldn't remember who it was.
Why didn't Akane believe her? Why was it Ranma's fault that he was raped. He had lost his power, he had lost everything. Was it so wrong to have given up hope for that small period. Was it her fault that she was raped?
The tears wouldn't stop, and Ranma didn't want them to. She should just cry and die. It was her fault Akane left. It was her fault she got raped. She didn't deserve to live. She didn't deserve Kasumi's sweet love. She didn't deserve to be heir to the Anything Goes School of Martial Arts.
The world would be better off, without Ranma Saotome.
***
Two months later, Akane returned. She knelt in front of the family shrine, and prayed to her mother, and lit incense in her prayer. She then prayed in front of Ranma's shrine. She prayed for his forgiveness, but she knew she did not deserve it. Still, the baby in her womb was his, and she could not afford to let that baby die.
"Despite all the pain I brought you, and myself, I will live for our child Ranma."
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