Of course I was happy that Ryoga told me that he made the deal. I was happy that I could come to the wedding. I was even happy on the walk to the chapel. I had purchased another dress: this one a bit আরো formal. That দিন I looked like a dim copy of my usual self. I wore dark পরাকাষ্ঠা with a white collar. It puffed out a bit on the bottom because of a white dress underneath. In my hands I held crimson ফুলেরসাজি that, in the gentle breeze I could smell without ruining them.
"Is there anything else আপনি would like to share with me about your stay at the Tendo's house?" Ryoga asked, straightening his red bow-tie. This time he decided to come, because I reminded him it might've been his last chance to speak with Akane for a long awhile.
My cheeks flushed and I closed my eyes and poked my mouth out a bit.
"No," I answered.
"Like how আপনি slept with Ranma?" I jabbed my tongue with my fangs দ্বারা surprise. "Soun explained to me the whole ordeal. So tell me, younger sister... why did আপনি sleep with Ranma?!" Ryoga exclaimed. I stammered and twisted and turned my head.
"I-It's not what you... I mean...! We just were laying down together, and I... we... the bathroom-- I dunno!" I blushed. To my amazement, Ryoga laughed.
But then became very serious, pointing his finger at my nose.
"Don't do anything you'll regret."
I gave him and angry and confused smile. "What??"
The wedding this time was in a different location. Far into Nerima, where today the city was like an overturned ant's nest. As we tried to make our way through moving rivers of people were pushing and shoving trying to get past. I held the ফুলেরসাজি as close as I could to myself trying to protect them. When at last we made it to the chapel, a weak smile floated across my face. The world was at peace again. The sight of these similar tall white doors separating Ryoga and I from a buzz of happy and anticipated people comforted me. Ryoga grabbed my hand, and pushed the doors open.
I was glad to see how much calmer the ceremony looked this time. Shampoo and Ukyo were crowding Ranma who, was standing পরবর্তি to a large podium. I gave my ফুলেরডালি a little squeeze, and approached him.
"Sofie!" he ব্যক্ত with a bit of relief. Instead of replying I briskly handed him the ফুলেরসাজি without a word. He looked at them for a moment, but quickly hugged me as if the ফুলেরসাজি meant nothing. "I'm so glad your here." he ব্যক্ত for the সেকেন্ড time. Akane hustled over to us, holding the sides of her dress up so she wouldn't trip.
"Ranma!" she aid, nearly out of breath.
"Hello, Akane." I bowed. My voice did not seem to be my own. It was so serene. Akane studied me, and nodded her head once. In one move, she took hold of Ranma's hand and led him away. In a second, I heard Ryoga's steps, and then he was পরবর্তি to me, smiling as always. I was frightened. It did not seem real at Ryoga and I were standing in the dazzling light of the chapel with the commotion growing louder. The noise was so loud I felt as though I had to push against it to get to my seat.
As the ceremony began, I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. My pale face turned to my brother, who's expression meant that he felt my pain, even though he didn't. He couldn't.
I kept a straight face throughout the whole thing, often pinching myself to make sure I was not dreaming. While Akane and Ranma both ব্যক্ত their vows, I felt as though they had both picked me up and dropped me like a kitten down a well. It was completely real, and then it was over.
I knew that time had come. A cheesy carriage was waiting for Mr. and Mrs. Saotome to ride away on; to a new home. I don't know if I had mentioned it, but Ranma was moving into a new house with Akane the দিন he was wed. Honestly, it wasn't nearby. I couldn't walk there as I did with other places, and a বড়দিন card অথবা two would be my only contact with Ranma for years to come, and I knew it. Ranma and Akane burst through the doors, seeming to be as happy and excited as anyone I'v seen in a long time. As Akane hugged her family goodbye and began to climb inside their getaway, Ranma hurried over to me once again. This time I didn't have my ফুলেরসাজি with me, so the only thing I squeezed was my own fists.
On this goodbye, Ranma did not speak. He only grabbed my hands and pressed them to his chest. Without thinking, I took one step further and through my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. We both sniffled. With his face pressed against mine, I couldn't tell wether the tears I felt were Ranma's অথবা my own. He looked into my wavering eyes and ব্যক্ত gently:
"I want আপনি to know that even though we'll be so far away-- আপনি were, are, and always will be my best friend. I'm sorry I wasn't able to be there for you." I was silent, letting আরো water shed from my eyes. Ranma glanced around first, then took my face in his hands. "... Not that আপনি ever really needed me."
I felt his soft lips against mine and the cold wetness of salty tears. All too fast, we broke apart, and he let go of my hands and ran to catch up with Akane. When he hopped inside the carriage, he turned around and gave me a hearty salute before riding away and leaving me behind with my dress trailing limply in the wind.
--
EPILOGUE:
When Ryoga and I returned home, I slowly began walking around the perimeter of the house as if looking for something I had lost. When I came to my room, I shuffled through various bits and pieces of my childhood I had kept. Torn parts of my ডাবা blanket, an old sketchbook, and a finger-painting প্রদত্ত to me দ্বারা Ranma when we were but four years old. I brushed my hand over it. Touching where he had touched, and thinking about how much I'll miss him.
I was then truly happy for Ranma Saotome. I never really understood why I was so attached to him, never wanting to let him out of my sight, and hating those mournful evening like these that I watched him leave, though this time was much different. I realize now that beside loving him, all I wanted was for Ranma to be happy. My misery is what caused me to become so hysterical about him being joyful with someone who wasn't me that I thought anyone who felt the same way about Ranma as I have was my enemy. I see that Akane was never a rival. She was someone who wanted to fulfill what I truly wanted, and I had rejected her. This thought shamed me.
And, Ranma dear, just so you'll know, now and forever: remember the name Sofia Shizoku Hibiki. Fore my middle name means Quiet Child. So quiet in fact I was never able to speak up about my feelings for you. ~
(I hope আপনি know this is the only FanFiction I'v ever completed, and I'm really sad to see it go. Although, I will be making আরো in the future, and this helped me get a good jump-start! -The Real Sofia-)
"Is there anything else আপনি would like to share with me about your stay at the Tendo's house?" Ryoga asked, straightening his red bow-tie. This time he decided to come, because I reminded him it might've been his last chance to speak with Akane for a long awhile.
My cheeks flushed and I closed my eyes and poked my mouth out a bit.
"No," I answered.
"Like how আপনি slept with Ranma?" I jabbed my tongue with my fangs দ্বারা surprise. "Soun explained to me the whole ordeal. So tell me, younger sister... why did আপনি sleep with Ranma?!" Ryoga exclaimed. I stammered and twisted and turned my head.
"I-It's not what you... I mean...! We just were laying down together, and I... we... the bathroom-- I dunno!" I blushed. To my amazement, Ryoga laughed.
But then became very serious, pointing his finger at my nose.
"Don't do anything you'll regret."
I gave him and angry and confused smile. "What??"
The wedding this time was in a different location. Far into Nerima, where today the city was like an overturned ant's nest. As we tried to make our way through moving rivers of people were pushing and shoving trying to get past. I held the ফুলেরসাজি as close as I could to myself trying to protect them. When at last we made it to the chapel, a weak smile floated across my face. The world was at peace again. The sight of these similar tall white doors separating Ryoga and I from a buzz of happy and anticipated people comforted me. Ryoga grabbed my hand, and pushed the doors open.
I was glad to see how much calmer the ceremony looked this time. Shampoo and Ukyo were crowding Ranma who, was standing পরবর্তি to a large podium. I gave my ফুলেরডালি a little squeeze, and approached him.
"Sofie!" he ব্যক্ত with a bit of relief. Instead of replying I briskly handed him the ফুলেরসাজি without a word. He looked at them for a moment, but quickly hugged me as if the ফুলেরসাজি meant nothing. "I'm so glad your here." he ব্যক্ত for the সেকেন্ড time. Akane hustled over to us, holding the sides of her dress up so she wouldn't trip.
"Ranma!" she aid, nearly out of breath.
"Hello, Akane." I bowed. My voice did not seem to be my own. It was so serene. Akane studied me, and nodded her head once. In one move, she took hold of Ranma's hand and led him away. In a second, I heard Ryoga's steps, and then he was পরবর্তি to me, smiling as always. I was frightened. It did not seem real at Ryoga and I were standing in the dazzling light of the chapel with the commotion growing louder. The noise was so loud I felt as though I had to push against it to get to my seat.
As the ceremony began, I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. My pale face turned to my brother, who's expression meant that he felt my pain, even though he didn't. He couldn't.
I kept a straight face throughout the whole thing, often pinching myself to make sure I was not dreaming. While Akane and Ranma both ব্যক্ত their vows, I felt as though they had both picked me up and dropped me like a kitten down a well. It was completely real, and then it was over.
I knew that time had come. A cheesy carriage was waiting for Mr. and Mrs. Saotome to ride away on; to a new home. I don't know if I had mentioned it, but Ranma was moving into a new house with Akane the দিন he was wed. Honestly, it wasn't nearby. I couldn't walk there as I did with other places, and a বড়দিন card অথবা two would be my only contact with Ranma for years to come, and I knew it. Ranma and Akane burst through the doors, seeming to be as happy and excited as anyone I'v seen in a long time. As Akane hugged her family goodbye and began to climb inside their getaway, Ranma hurried over to me once again. This time I didn't have my ফুলেরসাজি with me, so the only thing I squeezed was my own fists.
On this goodbye, Ranma did not speak. He only grabbed my hands and pressed them to his chest. Without thinking, I took one step further and through my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. We both sniffled. With his face pressed against mine, I couldn't tell wether the tears I felt were Ranma's অথবা my own. He looked into my wavering eyes and ব্যক্ত gently:
"I want আপনি to know that even though we'll be so far away-- আপনি were, are, and always will be my best friend. I'm sorry I wasn't able to be there for you." I was silent, letting আরো water shed from my eyes. Ranma glanced around first, then took my face in his hands. "... Not that আপনি ever really needed me."
I felt his soft lips against mine and the cold wetness of salty tears. All too fast, we broke apart, and he let go of my hands and ran to catch up with Akane. When he hopped inside the carriage, he turned around and gave me a hearty salute before riding away and leaving me behind with my dress trailing limply in the wind.
--
EPILOGUE:
When Ryoga and I returned home, I slowly began walking around the perimeter of the house as if looking for something I had lost. When I came to my room, I shuffled through various bits and pieces of my childhood I had kept. Torn parts of my ডাবা blanket, an old sketchbook, and a finger-painting প্রদত্ত to me দ্বারা Ranma when we were but four years old. I brushed my hand over it. Touching where he had touched, and thinking about how much I'll miss him.
I was then truly happy for Ranma Saotome. I never really understood why I was so attached to him, never wanting to let him out of my sight, and hating those mournful evening like these that I watched him leave, though this time was much different. I realize now that beside loving him, all I wanted was for Ranma to be happy. My misery is what caused me to become so hysterical about him being joyful with someone who wasn't me that I thought anyone who felt the same way about Ranma as I have was my enemy. I see that Akane was never a rival. She was someone who wanted to fulfill what I truly wanted, and I had rejected her. This thought shamed me.
And, Ranma dear, just so you'll know, now and forever: remember the name Sofia Shizoku Hibiki. Fore my middle name means Quiet Child. So quiet in fact I was never able to speak up about my feelings for you. ~
(I hope আপনি know this is the only FanFiction I'v ever completed, and I'm really sad to see it go. Although, I will be making আরো in the future, and this helped me get a good jump-start! -The Real Sofia-)