Title: An Unopened Letter
Author(s): Cori D.
Part: 1/1
Warnings:A pinch of Angst..and a dash of Death..its Poe for cryin out loud and...odd visions.
Disclaimer: We don't own anything related to Ranma..or Poe for that matter. The only thing we own is our cat. So suing us would be dumb, because if you took our cat away we'd...cry!!
Summery: The thought of Ryouga gone drives Ranma insane
Pairing: Ranma and a distant Ryouga.
C&C:...Yes please! However flames will be given to our cat to eat. Because he eats everything.
Archive: If people would actually want to read my crap in the future..sure
~text~ Ranma's thoughts
//text// Ryouga's thoughts
*text* noise
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Ranma looked at the oil painting. The face staring back at him...mocking him. Mocking him of his deep love...his love that should have never been!
~Curse you gods! Why take the one I love...the only thing I have?~
He got up from the velvet chair he sat upon. The fire cackled and laughed at his loss, making Ranma weep even more. He walked over to a small table, and picked up his flask of brandy. He proceeded to pour, the amber liquid flowing into his glass like blood. His mind wandered, watching the intriguing fluid...
He returned to his chair, his black robe flowing about him. He took the glass to his red lips, where once his lover had kissed them like an angel. He took a gulp. The brandy swished through his mouth, warming it...but the feeling wasn't the same.
~Damn you Ryouga! Leave me in such a disaltered state...~
The brandy did nothing to ease Ranma's pain but fill him with a warm emptiness. It compaired nothing to what his raven haired love had filled him with before.
"Hell with it! I am cursed...come out with it! Do you depise me so much that the angels had to be jealous and take you away? Answer me...dammit! I morn at your loss...your touch...your dark eyes, your raven hair! Never was there so lovely a creature..so enticing a figure! Why can't you see? The ghost of Penelope never weaped so hard at the mere thought of the loss of her husband!"
Ranma grabbed his glass and threw it into the hellish fire. The *woosh* of the flames and the ear shattering *crack!* of the glass made Ranma burn with devilish anger. He flew about the room, tearing to shreds the memories he had built and cherished with his love.
~I can NOT remember him! I musn't! His life was doomed from the moment he was born! He was never meant to be!~
His anger flared so, his mind in a mad rage. He spotted the poker stick by the fireplace.
~Do I dare...? Oh gods...I am...I am...I AM!~
//Ranma...my love.//
"Who said that? I demand to see..show your face!"
//Tis me...your ever loving...Ryouga.//
"Delirious fool! Show your cowardly face...or ever be damned to eternal dark!"
//Ranma...I am here for you...always...//
"Do not mock me! I am not one of your mere trifles! Show yourself!"
//Ranma...why do you choose to ignore me? Take the poker stick...//
"Are you threatning me? I shall defy you...if you weren't being such a yellowed ignorant slump!"
A flash of lightning came through the long windows. The oil painting of Ryouga lit up like a million candles.
Ranma stood posed, poker stick in hand. He was becoming quite angry with this being, and he started to breathe hard.
//Ranma...I'm pressing against your chest...I can feel your heart...can you not sense my presence?//
Ranma was startled when he began to feel odd sensations in his bosom. He fled about, screaming bloody murder, whacking at old memories of his lost love.
//Ranma...I beg of you...do not ignore me.//
"Bastard of a deformed old hag! Why are you doing this?"
//Ranma...come closer to me...//
"Never!"
//I warned you Ranma...this is your chance...your chance for ever lasting happiness...happiness with me...we can be together...forever...//
"My angel is gone! How dare you tamper with my fragile emotions! Curs-ed Hades! Your mind is that of a wretched one...soaked in evil and oozing with hate and jealousy! Why must you shatter my mind???"
Ranma was screaming at the top of his lungs. Another flash of lightning came...and Ranma made out the figure of his love standing by the window.
"Ryou...ga!!!"
//Ranma...I can not believe you. Your love is a false one...//
"How dare you say such poppycock! My love flows for you like endless rivers, like rolling hills...like the birds in spring...our love was true..."
//Ranma...then you must do what is right.//
Ranma looked at the poker stick in his hands. Its sharp edges beckoning him to meet with his flesh.
"No...no...I can't...I...must live...I will make it through...your memory will last after this night...I will make it so..."
//Do it.//
"Oh mighty gods...my heart longs for him...but my mind..."
//Do it.//
"No!"
Ranma stumbled about, his hand grasping the poker tightly. His other hand flew about cursedly, driving Ranma mad.
//Do it.//
"I...will..."
The poker came crashing through his stomach. He grunted with pain, screaming as he fell.
"LIVE!"
His blood soaked his robe, and flowed from his stomach. He gasped for air, and stumbled madly about. He leaned against his desk. His eye caught an evenlope.
He ripped it apart, holding it with one hand while the other held his stomach. He read the contents.
~My Dearest Ranma,
I will be gone for a few days. I'm sorry that I could not inform you of my leaving before hand. By the time you read this, I will have gotten you...our engagement ring. I know dearest one that I am ruining the surprise...but I didn't want you to think I had run off with another or had gone out and ended my life. I know this letter is quite frank...and I am traveling with a friend, so I shall return in the estimated amount of days. I can not express my love for you...and I certainly can not wait to see the expression on your face when I return.
Deepest Love to you,
Ryouga~
Ranma sprawled out on the floor. As he lay bleeding, he swore he heard faint laughing in the back of his mind.
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C.