[ZCFanFicBlogs: 1908] A New Direction Taken Chapter 8 Version 1.0
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Michael Haney
Apr 20, 2010, 3:19:34 PM4/20/10
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This is what I've got so far. I didn't get to do much more yet. I
spent the whole weekend at my friend's place. We had our own Doctor
Who Marathon starting on Friday and we didn't finish until Sunday
night. Anywho, this is what I have so far of the final chapter.
There will be much more to come later this week. This is a WORK IN
PROGRESS, its nowhere near done. Revisions and updates will be posted
here and on The FanFiction Forum in the Ranma Previews section as they
become available. I'm planning a sequel and two side stories, and
possibly a "remix" version which rewrites the whole story from the
ground up without replacing the existing one. It would be called "A
New Direction Taken REMIX". The main difference is Ranma and Kasumi's
relationship likely won't occur so late in the game. In this version
their relationship began Post-Saffron. In the Remix edition it will
happen much sooner in the manga/anime canon.
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Copyright Viz Communications © 2007, copyright Kitty Films © 2007,
copyright Rumiko Takahashi © 2007. All Rights Reserved. Written for
fan appreciation only.
oOOOo
Michael “TheZorch” Haney's
“A New Direction Taken”
Inspired by Adrian D. Moten's “Kasumi 1/2”
oOOOo
Chapter 8
It was a dark and stormy day. Rain came down in heavy sheets and the
sky was a depressing gray. Perhaps they were reflecting the heart of
one person who was standing in the middle of all this with just an
umbrella to keep him dry. It really didn't matter to him if he got
wet or not, except for a certain problem which occurred when he got
wet, but that stopped being annoying a long time ago. It was now just
an accepted part of his life. It also wasn't like he'd get a cold
either, he couldn't get a cold, he couldn't get sick, and he couldn't
die. Yet, death was foremost on his mind right now.
Saotome Ranma ignored the chill of the wind and the sound of the
rain. All that existed for him were his memories ... so many
memories. In his hand was a single red rose. They'd been her
favorite flowers. This one came from the same garden she once tended
and nurtured with loving care. Slowly he bent down and laid it at the
foot of her gravestone. Today was their anniversary, he still had
their wedding ring. Ranma wore it on a necklace so it would always be
close to his heart. He missed her, even after all these years he
still missed her. It had been eighty years since she passed away at
the ripe old age of ninety-seven. He was now well over one hundred,
yet he didn't look much older than twenty-one.
“They still bloom this time of year,” he said to the spirit of his
departed wife. No answer came, he really didn't expect one. He knew
she was no longer here on this world.
“The house is still much the same,” the continued while brushing a
few dead leaves off the gravestone. “Though you really wouldn't
recognize much of the neighborhood now. Ours is the only original
building left in Nerima, the rest are all new prefabs. They finished
tearing up the last of the streets and replaced them with green-ways
with grass and trees and flower gardens. You would've really liked
it.”
Ranma laughed, “They put another statue of me up not long ago. That
makes five so far. You'd think I was someone important or something.”
He became very serious suddenly and touched the face of his beloved
sculptured in a bust of marble. It captured her in all of her
youthful beauty, and though she had grown old and gray before time had
come to claim her in his eyes she was still that beautiful young woman
he loved and married so long ago.
“I miss you, Kasumi-chan.” he said softly.
“Lord Saotome,” someone behind him said in a respectful tone.
He turned around to regard the young man standing behind him. “I'm
done here,” said Ranma. Without a further word he walked past the
young man and headed for the cemetery exit.
“The delegation from the American Empire will arrive in two hours,”
the young man said at he caught up to Ranma. “The emperor is
wondering if you still plan to attend the reception. He says they
appear to be anxious to meet you.”
Ranma sighed, “Tell him not to worry, I'm still coming. I made a
promise and I always keep them.”
“Hai,” the young man nodded respectfully. “I'll make certain he is
informed. Also, you wanted me to remind you that your great great
granddaughter will be sending you a message in four hours.”
Ranma smiled when he thought of her. She was the spitting image of
his long deceased wife, right down to her sweet and gentle demeanor.
“Yeah, I'm interested in hearing how things are going on Mars,” he
said.
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this is a WORK IN PROGRESS.
--
Michael "TheZorch" Haney
"The greatest tragedy in mankind's entire history may be the hijacking
of morality by religion." ~ Arthur C. Clarke
"The suppression of uncomfortable ideas may be common in religion and
politics, but it is not the path to knowledge, and there is no place
for it in the endeavor of science. " ~ Carl Sagan
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spent the whole weekend at my friend's place. We had our own Doctor
Who Marathon starting on Friday and we didn't finish until Sunday
night. Anywho, this is what I have so far of the final chapter.
There will be much more to come later this week. This is a WORK IN
PROGRESS, its nowhere near done. Revisions and updates will be posted
here and on The FanFiction Forum in the Ranma Previews section as they
become available. I'm planning a sequel and two side stories, and
possibly a "remix" version which rewrites the whole story from the
ground up without replacing the existing one. It would be called "A
New Direction Taken REMIX". The main difference is Ranma and Kasumi's
relationship likely won't occur so late in the game. In this version
their relationship began Post-Saffron. In the Remix edition it will
happen much sooner in the manga/anime canon.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Copyright Viz Communications © 2007, copyright Kitty Films © 2007,
copyright Rumiko Takahashi © 2007. All Rights Reserved. Written for
fan appreciation only.
oOOOo
Michael “TheZorch” Haney's
“A New Direction Taken”
Inspired by Adrian D. Moten's “Kasumi 1/2”
oOOOo
Chapter 8
It was a dark and stormy day. Rain came down in heavy sheets and the
sky was a depressing gray. Perhaps they were reflecting the heart of
one person who was standing in the middle of all this with just an
umbrella to keep him dry. It really didn't matter to him if he got
wet or not, except for a certain problem which occurred when he got
wet, but that stopped being annoying a long time ago. It was now just
an accepted part of his life. It also wasn't like he'd get a cold
either, he couldn't get a cold, he couldn't get sick, and he couldn't
die. Yet, death was foremost on his mind right now.
Saotome Ranma ignored the chill of the wind and the sound of the
rain. All that existed for him were his memories ... so many
memories. In his hand was a single red rose. They'd been her
favorite flowers. This one came from the same garden she once tended
and nurtured with loving care. Slowly he bent down and laid it at the
foot of her gravestone. Today was their anniversary, he still had
their wedding ring. Ranma wore it on a necklace so it would always be
close to his heart. He missed her, even after all these years he
still missed her. It had been eighty years since she passed away at
the ripe old age of ninety-seven. He was now well over one hundred,
yet he didn't look much older than twenty-one.
“They still bloom this time of year,” he said to the spirit of his
departed wife. No answer came, he really didn't expect one. He knew
she was no longer here on this world.
“The house is still much the same,” the continued while brushing a
few dead leaves off the gravestone. “Though you really wouldn't
recognize much of the neighborhood now. Ours is the only original
building left in Nerima, the rest are all new prefabs. They finished
tearing up the last of the streets and replaced them with green-ways
with grass and trees and flower gardens. You would've really liked
it.”
Ranma laughed, “They put another statue of me up not long ago. That
makes five so far. You'd think I was someone important or something.”
He became very serious suddenly and touched the face of his beloved
sculptured in a bust of marble. It captured her in all of her
youthful beauty, and though she had grown old and gray before time had
come to claim her in his eyes she was still that beautiful young woman
he loved and married so long ago.
“I miss you, Kasumi-chan.” he said softly.
“Lord Saotome,” someone behind him said in a respectful tone.
He turned around to regard the young man standing behind him. “I'm
done here,” said Ranma. Without a further word he walked past the
young man and headed for the cemetery exit.
“The delegation from the American Empire will arrive in two hours,”
the young man said at he caught up to Ranma. “The emperor is
wondering if you still plan to attend the reception. He says they
appear to be anxious to meet you.”
Ranma sighed, “Tell him not to worry, I'm still coming. I made a
promise and I always keep them.”
“Hai,” the young man nodded respectfully. “I'll make certain he is
informed. Also, you wanted me to remind you that your great great
granddaughter will be sending you a message in four hours.”
Ranma smiled when he thought of her. She was the spitting image of
his long deceased wife, right down to her sweet and gentle demeanor.
“Yeah, I'm interested in hearing how things are going on Mars,” he
said.
---------------------------------------------------------------
Feel free to post any comments and/or suggestions. Please remember
this is a WORK IN PROGRESS.
--
Michael "TheZorch" Haney
"The greatest tragedy in mankind's entire history may be the hijacking
of morality by religion." ~ Arthur C. Clarke
"The suppression of uncomfortable ideas may be common in religion and
politics, but it is not the path to knowledge, and there is no place
for it in the endeavor of science. " ~ Carl Sagan
Visit My Site: http://sites.google.com/site/thezorch/home-1
To Contact Me:
http://sites.google.com/site/thezorch/home-1/zorch-central---contacts
Free Your PC from the Bondage of Windows http://www.ubuntu.com
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