The bitter end of the bitter end....

I'll reduce it so not to make you suffer through the terrible story.

Ranma: Oh hey akanes sup?
Akane: Not much, but it seems that the author is portraying me as a violent psychopath. Prepare to be killed by a giant mallet, which should be comical, yet isn't.
Ranma: Oh, thats bad for me, cause he's portraying me as a wuss who won't even run away from you.
Ukyo: Oh, no worries, I'll save you, or at least I would if the author wrote me having more power than Akane.

Akane: Ah, cool beans. (Proceeds to brutally kill Ranma and Ukyo)
Akane: Oh wow, l wish I hadn't done that.

Ryoga: How is she doctor
Doctor: She's insane you fucking moron, couldn't you tell from all the insane ramblings.
Ryoga: So this was a dream the whole time...
Doctor: No you idiot, the over nine thousand pages were just a flashback, the author is having you visit akane for added drama.
Ryoga: Ah. Well I guess in an effort to even further insult Akane I will profess my love to my wife Akari, who totally was here for moral support the whole time.
Akari: Lets go so the author could narrate about true love in a last ditch attempt to justify St. Ukyo.

Narrator: LOLZ GUIES VIOLENXE IS BAD AND DIS COULD RLLY HAPPEN SO IT SUX SCREW THE CANON I HAVE FANFICTION.

Me: Oh dear god.

You see, Gendo may have a full inventory of spoilers, but I can ruin his life with my endless amount of terrible fanfiction. First up, the bitter end, a story of one author's quest to make one character Jesus and to make a complex character a simple killing machine. Of course, at the middle of it is one pigtailed aquatransexual, and his quest to die painfully at the end of a wooden hammer!

The bitter end(Or, how I learned to stop thinking and love the FANON)
Irae brevis furor est. Anger is a brief madness.This is so because anger is an intense, hot flame that consumes its fuel quickly, leaving only cold ash behind.But for some, anger is a breeder reactor - the more it burns, the more it feeds itself, until the heat builds and critical mass is reached...Ranma 1/2 - The Bitter EndFanfiction by ZenBased on characters and situations created by Takahashi RumikoRanma 1/2 and characters copyright Shogakukan, Kitty Animation Circle, and Takahashi Rumiko.This story copyright 1997 - James A Bateman***** ## *** ## *****"Akane? Akane, you have a visitor."The slender girl with the dark hair looked up at the man. After an instant, her eyes seemed to focus and she smiled, a bright, childlike smile."A visitor? How nice!"The dark-haired young man sat in the chair opposite and smiled, as best he could. To him, the smile was forced; a lie. Lies did not come easily for him."Do I know you?""No. Not anymore." A pause. "Tell me... how are you feeling?""Oh. Feeling? I feel fine!" A flicker of doubt passed through eyes of dark chocolate. "I... I feel like I should know you."The man's voice caught as he answered her. "We... were close once. A long time ago.""Oh. Was it a happy time?""Sometimes. Not always.""That's too bad. You seem so nice!""That's a cute little stuffed animal you have there. May I see him?"A look of uncertainty crossed the girl's face. "You won't hurt him, will you? You won't tease him? He doesn't like to be teased.""No, I won't tease him. I just want to look at him.""You promise to give him back?""I promise."Reluctantly, the girl passed the plushie to her visitor. "Remember, you promised!"The man turned the toy over in his hands, handling it as if it were made of glass. It was a small, black piglet - ridiculously cute - with a yellow and black bandanna around his neck. "Does he have a name?""Name? I don't know... I never thought about it... Will you give him one?"The man passed the pig carefully back to its owner. She took it and hugged it tightly to her chest, as if relieved to have it back."How about... P-chan?" He choked on the last word."P-chan?" The girl's eyes lit up. "Yes! That's perfect. Thank you so very much!"Slowly, the visitor got up to leave. "I'm sorry. I have... I have to go. Take good care of P-chan.""Thank you! I will!"She smiled at him again as he left. That same childlike smile - that same vacant smile.## *** ##"Does she remember anything?""Maybe in her dreams - or in her nightmares. If so, she can not or will not remember any of them after she wakes. We've tried everything that we can think of.""But why? *Why* can't she remember?""Our best guess is that she simply doesn't want to. There isn't any organic damage. She's just run so far away that we can no longer reach her. We had hoped that she would remember you; that if she saw you, it would shock her back enough so we could help her to recover.""Do you think she ever will? Recover?"There was an uncomfortable silence. Finally, "We can always hope." The defeat in the doctor's tone said that he didn't believe it.There were tears in the young man's eyes as he left.***** ## *** ## ********** ## *** ## *****Ranma sat by himself on the roof of the dojo, watching the sun set. The air was still, and the world was quiet. If he tried, he could just make out the clatter of dishes as the dinner things were cleared away, and the occasional clack of a shogi tile striking the board. For once, things around the dojo were truly peaceful.As Ranma watched, the sun kissed the horizon, throwing the dividing line between earth and sky into sharp relief. Gold ran through flame to the shimmering red of hot coals as the sun sank beyond the edge of the world. The once bright sky grew dark, shifting from blue into indigo and violet to deepest black. As the sun's last rays faded into the darkness, the stars began to appear, like diamonds on a velvet backdrop.Ranma's eyes adjusted gradually to the darkness, and more stars became visible. By the time the sun had been gone for an hour, the sky was flooded with the tiny lights of distant suns. Idly, Ranma scanned for familiar constellations, wondering just how many of those stars also had worlds like this one, where life had taken such a tenacious hold.Ranma sighed and lay back on the roof as his thoughts returned to earth, and more tangible musings. He thought again about Akane, and how beautiful she had been in that wedding dress a few weeks ago. Why had he been unable to say it? Why had he been unable to tell her?He had come so close to losing her - back at Jyusendou, he had been sure that she was dead; and he had never told her - told her that she wasn't cute - she was beautiful. He had never told her that she was the center of his universe. He had never told her... told her that he loved her.But Akane had lived. Ranma's heart had all but burst from joy as he had felt her move again in his arms, had heard the soft whisper of her voice. And still, he could not tell her to her face. Why was it so difficult? What was it that held him back - that kept him from sharing the truth with her?The joy from that moment had been washed away by the destruction of Jyusenkyou - and the knowledge that he was forever doomed to be no more than half a man. It hadn't been fair!There had been a brief, intense flair of hope when Tendou-san had revealed his wedding present - a cask of water from the Nannichuan, the spring of drowned boy, that he had secured before the floods had washed the training grounds back into the depths of legend. But that hope too had been brutally crushed, when Happousai had drunk it all, thinking that it was sake.The wedding attempt had been a disaster for other reasons as well. All of his fiancees had felt obligated to stop the wedding, by whatever means possible - and rivals for Akane had done the same. They had succeeded too, and the dojo had been all but destroyed.But despite all of that, what had hurt the most was his inability to tell the girl he loved just how he felt. He longed to hold her in his arms, to feel her heart beating, the warmth of her breath on his face. And he could not tell her. He had tried so hard, and come so close, but in the end, they had always been interrupted, attacked, spied upon, or else he had just plain chickened out.He hadn't been worthy of the cure. He wasn't even man enough to say three simple little words. But in his heart, he knew them to be true. "Akane," he said softly, "I love you."He wasn't sure when or how it had happened... perhaps it had been that first day. When he had first arrived, hers had been the only friendly face in the house. How long ago it seemed, though in reality, only a scant eighteen months had passed. And full months they had been... full of angst and happiness, heartache and hope.Ranma knew that Akane's father was going to try again - that his own father and mother were growing impatient, and that they all meant to see him married to Akane. Ranma had bitterly resented the pressure that they had put on him and Akane to marry, but he was determined that, this time, there would be no disasters. This time, the wedding would happen, and he was going to make Akane as happy as he possibly could. The words could come later.**** #### ****Ranma sat in the Ucchan, the plate of okonomiyaki in front of him untouched. That in itself was unusual. The somber air that hung over him was even more so.Finally, Ukyou couldn't take the silence anymore. She told Konatsu to watch the grill, and trotted over to where Ranma was sitting. Sadly, Konatsu watched her go. He could guess what was coming - Ukyou had given him the self-same speech just a couple of weeks ago. It still hurt."Ran-chan? Ran-chan, are you okay?"Ranma looked up at her, and she flinched when she saw the sadness in his eyes. "I don't know, Ukyou... but we have to talk."Ukyou. He'd called her Ukyou. Oboy. This was going to be one of *those* sorts of conversations. She took the seat opposite him and spoke to him gently. "Ran-chan... I'm sorry. I... I didn't want to believe that you actually wanted to marry Akane. I never wanted to hurt her... or you."Ranma sighed, making a show of studying the tabletop. "I know. I just... there are so many things that I want to do... to say... and I just don't know how. I don't like the idea of hurting people that I care about, but I can't see any way to avoid it."Yes, this was *definitely* going to be one of *those* conversations. "Oh." Ukyou could feel her heart sinking into the pit of her stomach. "Maybe you should just come out and say it..."Ranma looked up at her, and took a deep breath. She was not going to like this. She could tell."I..." He swallowed and started again. "I... can't marry you, Ukyou. It's not that I don't like you... I do... It's just that I... I love Akane. You have to believe that I never wanted to hurt you... but I can't go on like this. It's tearing me apart. It's not fair; to me, to Akane, or to you.""What do you mean..." began Ukyou. But she already knew. Deep in her heart of hearts, she had known for a long time. She still didn't want to believe it."Ukyou... Ucchan... This has to stop. There has to be an end to all this fighting... before someone really does get hurt. There is just no way that anyone can come out of this with everything they want." Ranma hung his head. "I'm sorry, Ucchan... You've always been here when I needed a friend - and I can't give you what you really want. I'm sorry, but I just can't. I hope... I hope that one day you can forgive me... that we can still be friends..." That probably sounded lame even to Ranma's ears, but she knew that he meant it - meant it with all of his heart.Ukyou was quiet for a long time. Finally, in a small voice she asked, "Are you gonna make a speech like this for Shampoo then, too?"Ranma paused, and looked at the floor. "No. No, I'm not."Ukyou was surprised. Blinking back her tears, she asked, "Why not?" vaguely dreading the answer.Ranma took Ukyou's hand in his, pausing to choose his words with care. "Shampoo... is a nice girl, and I like her. But I can't lie to her - I don't love her. At all. She is not my fiancee... and she is not my best friend. She never had a chance."Ukyou's head snapped up and she found herself staring into Ranma's eyes. "What...""Ukyou... you're my best friend - maybe the only real 'friend' that I've got. If... if I had never met Akane; if I didn't love her..."If. Akane. If not for her... She squashed that line of thought. That was the sure path to madness. She nodded at Ranma, more to silence him than anything else. She did not think that she could bear to hear him actually *say* that her dreams would have come true, if only he had never met Akane...So. She was to be his friend. It was not what she had longed to hear... she had wanted so much more. She had hoped that she and Ranma would grow closer, and that eventually, he would see that she was the right one for him; that she was the one that really loved him.Ten years! Ten years she had invested in him, only now to come in second - in a race that could have only one winner. The injustice of it tore at her heart. She had been the one that loved him - she had been the one that wanted him, and had said so. But she had been too late. By the time she had tracked him down again, Akane had already won his heart. Ukyou found it bitterly ironic that what she had most wanted now belonged to Akane - a girl who half of the time behaved as if it had no value to her. It was just not fair!Now, she was faced with a choice of sorts. She could run away; she could shut him out and hide somewhere where she would never see him again, never be forced to think of him. The trouble was that the world was just not big enough for that. She could no more give up on him than she could cut out her own heart. In fact, she reflected, the results would be about the same.Her only other option was to accept it. It was the only way that she could still be close to Ranma - could still keep what she already had. It was not going to be easy, but if that was what it took to stay close to him, then there really wasn't any choice for her at all.Ukyou felt a part of her melting inside. The heat and pain were almost unbearable, but at the center was the solid, cool certainty that Ranma meant everything he was saying; that while she could not be his wife now, she *was* his best friend, and nothing could take that away from her. If that was all she could be, then she resolved that she was at least going to *be* his best friend - no matter what it took.Besides, knowing Akane's temper, she was fairly sure that he would *need* a friend. She would not abandon him. But it hurt now, it hurt terribly, and she could no longer hold back the tears. Ranma just held her as she cried.After a time, the tears stopped, and Ukyou was able to regain some of her composure. "I'm sorry..." she sniffed."No, I'm sorry Ucchan. I..." he looked at her earnestly. "I don't want to hurt you... It's just that Akane and me... It's just like fate, you know? I don't know how to explain it really...""Love seldom makes sense, Ran-chan," she sniffled. "Just take my word for it, okay? You don't have to explain anything." She wiped at her eyes while she tried to find the right words. "But you have to know that I still love you, Ran-chan, and I always will. If you ever need anything... if you ever *want* anything, I'll be here."Ranma looked embarrassed. "Ahhh..." he stammered. "No... No, not that I can think of..."Ukyou smiled sadly at him. "What is it, Ran-chan?""It's nothing, really...""Ranma... I'm your friend. I always will be. Now tell me.""Well... You know that old man Tendou is planning to have another wedding ceremony..."Ukyou nodded. She hadn't known, but she was not surprised."He seems to be kinda set on having a western style wedding, and... well... it's kinda traditional for the groom to choose his second... I mean a 'best man', and... I was kinda hoping..." He trailed off sheepishly."Let me get this straight," Ukyou began. "You want me... to be the 'best man'... at your wedding to Akane?"Ranma cringed at her tone. "I'm sorry, Ucchan. I guess that I wasn't really thinking." Ranma sighed. "It's just that this 'best man' is supposed to be the groom's best friend, and, well, that's you. I wasn't trying to be mean...""No, Ranma... I'm the one who was being mean, and I'm sorry." She took a deep breath. "I would... I would be honoured."Ranma studied her for a moment. "Are you sure, Ucchan? I will understand if you don't want to..."Ukyou managed a grin. "I meant what I said, Ran-chan. I won't lie. It hurts now - hurts like hell - but I will always be here for you. No matter what."Ranma sighed in relief. "Thanks, Ucchan. That really means a lot to me." He paused for a moment. "I guess that I had better get back to the dojo, before I get into too much trouble... I'll talk to you again soon, okay?"At Ukyou's nod, Ranma headed for the door. He stopped on the threshold and looked back at her. He sighed to himself - he hadn't wanted to hurt her; she was his best friend. He hoped that she still would be. He looked back toward the counter at Konatsu, who was watching him intently. Their gazes locked for a few moments, and a wordless communication took place. Finally, Konatsu nodded, and Ranma was gone.It was several minutes before Ukyou came back to reality enough to realise that Ranma had not touched his okonomiyaki. Her initial irritation at that dissolved as she realised the implications. Ranma had come to see her - not for food, but to talk to her. He really did care. Even if it was not what she had hoped for, it was progress. She allowed herself a sad little smile as she relieved Konatsu and once more turned to lose herself in her work.***** ## *** ## *****Some weeks later it came to pass that Saotome Genma and Tendou Soun had arranged another ceremony for Ranma and Akane to be married. They had planned as carefully as they could, enlisting the aid of both families to see that, this time, it would go without a hitch. Well, with no more than one hitch.Nodoka too, was eager to see her son wed, thereby truly completing his journey into manhood. With this event, her duties as a mother would be largely complete, and she could begin to look forward to her future duties as a grandmother, and matriarch of the Saotome Clan.Kasumi had been given responsibility for the decorations and the food. The dojo had never looked more festive. Brightly coloured banners lined the walls, the tatami mats were all freshly cleaned, and strings of coloured paper lanterns stretched from rafter to rafter. A stereo system played soft music through artfully placed speakers, and tables lined the walls.At one end of the hall an impromptu altar had been placed, and been draped with a covering of rich cerulean silk. Two strips of white silk accented the altar; wide stripes that bore the family crests of both the Tendous, and the Saotomes.Invitations and entertainment had been Nabiki's task. She had asked for, and been given, carte blanche; she could handle it any way that she wanted, so long as there would be no repeat of the disasters from the last wedding attempt. Ranma was vaguely apprehensive about that, but he was kept far too busy to let it worry him all that much.And so the great day dawned at last - the last morning that Ranma would see as a bachelor. The house was abuzz as final preparations were made, the food prepared and set aside, the last of the decorations were hung. Ranma and Akane were each centers of whirlwinds of activity.Once Ranma had gotten dressed though, there was very little for him to do besides wait. Ranma *hated* waiting. The dojo was off limits for the time being, and all of the food was being saved for the reception; the family members were all busy with last minute preparations, and for some reason, he was not allowed to see Akane. Another one of those crazy western traditions, they told him. But Ranma knew the truth - they were afraid that if he had too much chance to talk to Akane before the ceremony, he'd just make her mad and it'd all fall apart. No one was taking any chances this time.The guests started to arrive. Ranma scanned the faces as they came in. Friends from school were scattered about - Hiroshi and Daisuke were sitting and watching the girls, and Ranma thought he recognised Akane's friends Yuka and Sayuri. Hinako-sensei was there, mooning over old man Tendou, and the Kunous were standing in the corner, looking aloof and aristocratic as always. Even Ryouga had made it in time for the ceremony. Just about everyone was accounted for, except... oh, bugger. Cologne, Shampoo and Mousse were nowhere to be seen. Ranma started to sweat.Ukyou had arrived earlier and was standing nearby as they waited for the ceremony to begin. She too, was watching the guests enter, looking for familiar faces. Ranma leaned over and asked if she had seen any trace of Team China. Shaking her head in the negative, she told him not to worry about it. After all, Nabiki had promised that there would be no interruptions, and Nabiki *always* delivered.Relaxing somewhat, Ranma tugged gently at his collar. He was mildly uncomfortable, being used to clothes that gave him more freedom of movement. His current outfit was a simple black tuxedo, though, for the jacket, Kasumi had used the wooden tie style closures that were common to his favourite shirts. The jacket had short tails, and was worn over a scarlet silk shirt. Black pants and black soft-soled shoes completed the outfit.Ranma looked at his friend. Ukyou was dressed in a straight cut suit of an androgynous design, though it did little to hide her figure. She had stopped playing that game. Her hair was drawn into a ponytail and tied with a jet black ribbon, leaving her bangs to hang over her slate gray eyes. Her expression was serious - almost stern as she stared at nothing. Ranma could feel the tension, could feel the effort that it was taking her to maintain that outward calm.Ranma sighed to himself. He knew how hard this was for her. He still felt guilty for having asked it of her, but she really was the only one he could think of for the part. He longed to be able to reach out and comfort her, but he dared not, for fear of disrupting the control that she had managed to hold. Ranma appreciated her sacrifice and her loyalty more than he would ever be able to tell her. He vowed that he would never forget it, and that he would never let her down.Finally, it was time. Ranma and Ukyou took their places before the little altar, and waited. A silence that was almost tangible descended on the dojo as Nabiki entered the room. Her gown was a rich shade of forest green that brought out the warm highlights in her auburn hair. The dress was elegant and well suited to its wearer; designed to present the most dramatic effect with the least amount of effort.Ranma was reminded of one of the reasons that Nabiki made him so nervous. She was so much like a cat. Predatory, but subtle - inclined to play with her victims before making the kill. Elegant, and utterly self assured - with that feline air of superiority that so effectively put her in control of any situation.After Nabiki had swept into the room, it was Akane's turn. Ranma stared, mesmerized. He had not seen her since breakfast, when she had been whisked away by Kasumi and his mother to be made ready. He decided that it had been worth the wait. She was the most beautiful thing that he had ever beheld.Akane's dress was cut along similar lines to Nabiki's, but was a pure white so bright that it almost hurt Ranma to look at it. She glowed like an angel, and the lace accents on the bodice and sleeves of the dress just enhanced the illusion. As the ceremony got underway, Ranma found himself staring at Akane, his eyes drawn to her like a moth to the candle flame.Once Akane and Nabiki were in position, the priest began. Ranma's mind was in a fog for the entire first half of the ceremony. He spoke his lines by rote, mindlessly following the priest's lead, conscious thought lost in the shadow of Akane's beauty. Despite that, he retained enough of his martial arts training to snap back into full awareness when the priest got to that critical point in the rite where he asked..."If there be any here present who know of good and just cause that these two should not be joined in the bond of Holy Matrimony, let them speak now, or forever hold their peace."Ranma tensed. If disaster was going to strike, it had just been given its invitation. Ranma scanned the room for trouble, but they were all sitting quietly. Not so much as a breeze broke the silence that hung over the makeshift chapel, and Ranma sighed in relief as the priest went on to say, "Do you, Saotome Ranma, take this woman to be your wife - to the exclusion of all others - to have and to hold, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, so long as you both shall live?"Ranma's breath caught in his throat. God, but she was beautiful. Her short, dark hair framed an elfin face dominated by brown eyes that he found hypnotic in their glowing intensity. "I... I do," he managed to say at last."And do you, Tendou Akane, take this man to be your husband - to the exclusion of all others - to have and to hold, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, so long as you both shall live?""I do," she said, her voice holding only the slightest of tremors.Turning back to Ranma, the priest asked, "Do you have the ring?"Ranma turned toward his 'best man'. Solemnly, Ucchan handed him the simple gold band that Soun had provided the night before - the ring that had belonged to Akane's mother. Ranma took the ring and passed it carefully to the priest.After blessing the ring, the priest gave it back to Ranma, who, slipping it onto Akane's finger, droned on after the priest - "With this ring..."The priest repeated the sequence with Akane, securing the ring, blessing it, and passing back for her to slip onto Ranma's finger, and once more the words drifted through the hall - "...I thee wed.""I now pronounce you..."There was a pause, a hesitation, as if the universe were holding its breath. For a moment, time itself stood still and a tension filled the air as if the collective mass of people present expected some form of violent interruption or chaotic event. But nothing happened, and the clocks started once more as the priest concluded,"...husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."Hesitantly, Ranma lifted the veil covering his wife's face, and leaned forward to brush her lips with his. The kiss deepened as he felt her arms go around him, and then it was just the two of them; the rest of the world fading into nothingness. Finally, they broke the kiss, and each stood, staring into the other's eyes, lost in their depths.It was done. After all the fights, after all the heartache, after all of the near misses and false starts, Ranma and Akane Saotome were finally married.## *** ##The wedding was followed by another western tradition - the reception line. Ranma and Akane were obligated to stand there while their guests filed past, each offering their own best wishes for the future of the young couple. Family, friends, acquaintances, all dissolved into a blur over the course of the event.A few stood out - that much was unavoidable. Kunou Tatewaki was a good example. He wept loudly for Akane's misfortune, while also bemoaning the absence of his pig tailed goddess, much to Ranma's annoyance. Ryouga seemed oddly subdued to Akane - he would not meet her gaze. She was glad to note that, for once, Ranma did not seem inclined to tease him.Kodachi had been stiffly formal - her expression oscillating between wistful longing when she looked at Ranma and tightly controlled hostility when she looked at Akane. Yuka and Sayuri were both giggling like schoolgirls, sappy grins on their faces. Akane asked what it was that amused them so, and, blushing, Sayuri whispered something in her ear. Akane turned bright red.Akane was still blushing deeply as the evening wore on, stealing occasional furtive glances at her husband. Husband. That was going to take some getting used to. But he was hers now - none of his other fiancees could have him. Not Shampoo, not Ukyou, not Kodachi - no one else. Ranma had married *her*. She had won.Yes, won a rude, arrogant, sex-changing freak, a part of her mind chimed in nastily. She squashed that thought. Ranma was very handsome. Indeed, even as a girl, he was devastatingly attractive. How many brides, Akane wondered ruefully, were jealous of their husband's figure? Again, she brushed the thought aside.She had long dreamed of this day. Many of those dreams had been nightmares, but most of them had been a lot like this. Though she would never have admitted it aloud, she had waited a long time for this day - for this moment. Now that it had finally come, it seemed unreal - like it was all still just a dream.Ranma was like no boy that she had ever met before, the obvious considerations notwithstanding. He was often arrogant, abrasive and rude - at times it seemed like he was *trying* to make her angry. But in those rare moments when he let his guard down, she could see how much he cared.No matter how much they had fought, no matter how many insults they had exchanged, he had *always* been there for her. He had never let her down when it mattered. He had never been able to say it in words, to Akane's intense frustration, but surely that was proof that he cared. Ranma had fought for her every time - and he had always won.There were occasions when he looked at her, times that he did not know she could see him, when he would let his feelings show. In those unguarded moments, she could see in his eyes how much he loved her.It had taken her a long time to come to these conclusions, and longer to accept them as reality. There were times when she still doubted - times when she was sure it was all a dream, that what she *wanted* masked what *was*. But here, now, gazing at her husband and seeing him smile, Akane was truly content.## *** ##The reception itself was an exercise in chaos theory. There was food and drink, music and lots of noise. For the most part, though, Ranma and Akane didn't even notice. Though they drank each of the toasts, they really weren't paying attention. They had eyes only for each other.Ranma was not entirely sure what he was feeling... He was excited, and scared, (though he would never have admitted it) and nervous all at the same time. When he looked at Akane, and saw how truly beautiful she was, it was almost more than he could manage to keep the tremors out of his voice, or his movements. No technique he had learned, no battle he had fought had given him quite this same thrill.Looking toward one end of the room, Ranma saw that his father and Akane's were well on their way through another bottle of sake. The two men were still incoherent with joy now that the wedding they had so hoped for had taken place. If only the damned fools knew, Ranma thought to himself. If only they knew that it could have happened much sooner had they just minded their own damned business. He would never have fought their wishes, nor his own heart with such ferocity, had they not been pushing so hard. Ranma and Akane both hated to be pushed.Still, maybe there was some good to be taken from all of it. People never really appreciated things that came too easily. If you had to fight for a thing, you generally took better care of it once you had it. Of one thing Ranma was certain. After having struggled for so long to admit to himself his feelings for Akane, after having fought for her so many times, and after having come so close to losing her, he would never take her for granted.Ranma's musings were interrupted somewhat as he was expected to pay at least minimal attention to some of the speeches that were being made. Soun's comments were all but unintelligible through his joyful sobbing, and Genma's... well, Genma seldom made too much sense at the best of times.Ukyou said a few words, and even managed to smile for Akane's benefit, though it seemed more than a little forced. After several more rounds of comments from various friends and well-wishers, Nodoka motioned for attention, and announced that she had a special presentation that she wanted to make.A shocked silence descended on the room as Nodoka brought out a carefully wrapped bundle - a bundle that Ranma knew well. He and his father had lived in terror of that package ever since their trip to Jyusenkyou. For an instant an instinctive chill went through Ranma; but that was over now... in the past. His mother was still smiling happily, and so Ranma allowed himself to relax.Carefully, Nodoka set the bundle down in front of her, and began unwrapping it. A collective gasp went up as she withdrew the contents. The katana was a work of art, from the long lacquered sheath that protected the razor sharp steel blade, to the tsuba that bore the Saotome crest, and the carefully wrapped handle; it was an elegant weapon from a more civilised age."This blade has been in the Saotome clan for generations. Over that time, it has come to represent the honour of the line. And now, with the marriage of our son Ranma to Tendou Akane, the time has come to pass that symbol on to the next generation, for they are the future of both our families."Oblivious to the nervous muttering in the background, Nodoka gravely passed the sword to Akane. "Saotome Akane," she said, her tone serious, "I entrust the fate of the Saotome clan to you. May you find the wisdom to lead it well, and the patience and the peace to deal with its more... difficult members," she concluded with a dark look towards Genma.Akane accepted the gift, her eyes wide, her face a mask of shocked disbelief.

And if somehow you survived that, part two is on its way>:D

(insert tale of woe here) Shit happened to me tonight, but thankfully its over.
On the brightside: Got a sweet new computer, and I am picking up a great video editing software for my TOP SEKRET project.

I've been working in Minnesota for about a month, and in 8 and a half hours I will be returning home to New York, the best state EVAR. It was a nice time here, but srsly, I am so happy to go home. Also, on sunday my 16th birthday is coming up, and since I made about 1k this month, I've decided to get an alienware computer due to its LEET gaming powarz and its video editing skill. All in all, life is going to be pretty good tomorrow. I've been really paranoid that something terrible would happen that would prevent me from seeing New York again, but it looks like I've prevailed. Pic related.

Is that lately I've been feeling gay
For a while past I've been feeling bored
Due to the fact I've been Ignored.
And as a way to deal with the monotony
I've started to write in poetry

Pic related, that's me.

PLZ DO NOT STEAL!

There can't possibly anymore comic references to Ranma can there?
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Oh yes, yes there can.

And here I thought they couldn't possibly make any more references. I wish I could tell you this is fanmade.

Well, since my psp crapped out on me, I'd thought I should talk about Snake Eater. I owned a PS2, and Snake eater by far was my favorite game. After the crap of a plot that MGS2 tried to sell us, I was skeptical of
the plot in MGS games ever getting good again. MGS3 changed that. The cobra unit was sick, and Big Boss was an amazing protagonist, better than Solid Snake IMO. Zero was the best CO ever, and the support team was hilarious. If you have a PS2 and don't have this game, kill yourself. Also, in the spirit of being an eye raping faggot, here's another relevant pic.

In a lame knockoff of what Gendo is doing, I'd thought I should play all the PSP MG games. I actually like Acid to some extent, and MG portable ops is just godly in itself. I'll keep anyone who is interested posted.
Pic related.