Bad Times By: Kimagure AngelDisclaimer: Ranma 1/2 belongs to Rumiko Takahashi, Viz, Shogakukan, Kitty Film, and Fuji TV (I think that's everyone). I'm only borrowing the characters.
How could you, Ranma? You promised you'd always be here for me. Why aren't you here now, when I need you the most? On our wedding day, you promised to always take care of me and our family, but I guess that was all a lie. On that day, I thought that I could finally trust you, not only with my feelings, but also my heart, but here you go again, showing me that I was a fool to ever put my trust in you.
I'm sorry, Ranma. i don't know why I decided to take out all my pain on you when you're not even here to defend yourself. I guess I just needed someone to blame, and as always, you're the one who take the full load of it. I can't help it though. How would you feel if you had to raise our child alone. The one person you planned to share your whole life with, gone forever. You know, before you left, you were the only person I was able to tell everything to. Now, I have no one. It's not like any of them really understand what I'm going through, anyway. Daddy's still an emotional mess, Kasumi and Tofu have their own family now to deal with, and Nabiki never was any help. Oh well, life goes on.
You wouldn't believe how big your son is. Kazumi's a strong little guy, too, just like his father. Oh Ranma, I wish you could see him and hold him for yourself… I'm sorry I can't stay longer, but Mari-chan is looking after him and I'm already late getting back. I promise I'll try and bring him next week, it was just too cold today to have him out. I'll bring some of that incense you used to like next time. Wherever you are, Ranma, I know you'll continue to watch out for our family. Untill I'm able to join you, my love, rest in peace.
Authour's note:
Yes, yes, I know this is a bit of a dark fic, but I was a bit depressed when I wrote it. For all of those who are wondering, yes, Ranma is dead. I'll let you put in your own reason why. Akane, well she's suffering from a bit of postpartum depression. Anyway, it was late, I was depressed, and I needed someplace to vent. Hey, whatever works.
