Hello you! :)
yes ... true blackgoten, the ranma site is no longer the way it used to be .. * sniff *
I also have ffs in my ff archive that I deleted six months ago and a few more from bulma flowers!
very strange...
well .. that is the continuation.
don't be surprised that ranma sees akane so often ... :)

Feelings

"...talk..."
' think '
words written apart are emphasized

"Hello Ranma ..."
"H ... Hello, Akane. Don't you want to come in?"
She shook her head.
"No ... I ... I just wanted to give you something."
Only now did I see that she had something in her hand. It was a picture. From me?
"D ... I found that while cleaning up yesterday."
She pressed a photo of me into my hand and made to leave again.
I looked at myself about eight years ago. Why didn't she just throw it away? I turned the picture over and recognized my handwriting.

So that you will not forget me. Your RanmaI crumpled up the picture in my hand and looked after Akane. Something inside screamed and screamed. Only what?
"Akane, wait! Why are you giving this to me?" I called after her, but she just kept walking. Then I just told her, "Akane! I ... I can remember!"
This time she stopped.
"Is that true?" she finally asked. And then she turned and looked me straight in the eye.
"Yes ... I ... dreamed last night." I replied and met her gaze. "Please, give me a chance to explain why I left ... please."
"I ..." She paused, seeming to consider what to say for a moment.
"Okay. But no longer than twenty minutes."

We sat on the living room couch. Side by side, but with a lot of distance.
“It's nice here,” she said as she looked around.
"Thanks."
"So?"
"Oh yes ... um ... as I said, I dreamed ..."
"I know."
"Yeah ... I ... I broke my promise, didn't I?"She didn't answer, but I knew she was listening to me.
"Well ... you know ... I wanted to be free ... I didn't want to be tied to anything."
"Didn't you have enough freedom? Did we ever take something away from you?" she asked reproachfully.
"I was ... tied to you. Not that it was bad or anything ..." I added quickly. "But?"
"My future was already predetermined. That bothered me. I don't know why ... but back then it bothered me. And then there was you."
You. You had many meanings. The sentence had many meanings.
But I meant it, she was the person I ...
'And then there was you ...' I repeated in my mind. 'You...'
"What about me?"
"You were the only reason to stay."
"You didn't stay ..."
"Yes ..." I said in a broken voice. "And I'm sorry ... I'm so sorry ..."
A tear almost rolled down my cheek ... But I pushed it back.
The thought that it was my own fault that she suffered so much ... all these years ... hurt ...She was silent.
"Really Akane, believe me. Please believe me."
She looked away.
"Go on, Ranma."
She said it in a tone that meant: I don't want to hear any more about it. Stop tormenting me!
"Well ... I was in China ... at the sources ..."
"You got rid of your curse?"
"Yes ... and then on the way back I had to think of you. At first I wanted to go back ... but I thought you were mad at me and didn't want me around you anymore ..."
Silence.
Akane looked at the glass table in the middle as if it was something very special, something she had never seen before.
"I didn't want you either ... for a while."
"I can understand your feelings ... really ..."
She got up.
“I have to go.” Her voice sounded strangely harsh.
"But..."
I got up too.
"I told you, no more than twenty minutes."
"But I..."
"Thanks, I'll find the door by myself ..."
"Akane, I wanted ..."
"You didn't want anything, Ranma. I listened to your story just as you asked me to.What else do you want?"
I sighed. What else did I want? I wanted her to stay. Strangely enough ...
I walked towards her slowly. Step by step. She looked at me a little surprised and puzzled. And then, as if scared of me, she backed away until her body hit the wall.
"What ... what are you going to do?"
My hand felt its way to hers and held it tight.
"Ranma ... what-"
"Can't you forgive me?" I whispered.
She avoided my eye contact.
"Let me go."
"Answer me first."
"Do you want to blackmail me?"
"No ... I just want an answer."
"Then let go of me."
I loosened my grip and she pulled her hand out of mine.
"No." She said.
"What?"
"No, I can't forgive you. Not here, not now."
"I see ... I see ..."
There was an embarrassing silence. She was still there with her back against the wall. And I stood in front of her and wanted to be even closer to her than now.
But what had to come came. Akane cleared his throat."Um ... well ... I have to work ..."
"Oh ... yes ... sure ..." I said and stepped aside.
I could see the look of relief on her face as she passed me. I followed her to the front door.
"We ... bye ..." she stammered and left without my being able to say a single word.
Thoughtfully, I closed the apartment door and sat back on the couch.
What did she want to say? See you? Shouldn't we see each other anymore?
After this incident, I didn't see her for a while. To be precise, four weeks. Gina called me from time to time, but never stayed long.
She was strangely aloof and our conversations were superficial.
I thought Akane had told Gina about the incident and that was why she was so weird.
I did nothing in those four weeks. I only thought of Akane.
Did I fall in love with her? This thought wouldn't let go of me until I managed to get rid of it.
Summer was slowly fading and autumn was coming.It was getting visibly cooler.
On a foggy September morning, I woke up early to go jogging.
It was still cool, but I was not deterred and took a route that led past the sea.
The waves rustled and foamed when they hit the cliffs.
There wasn't much going on, which surprised me. But when I looked at my watch, which read 4:30 pm, I was annoyed with myself.
After an hour of walking, I went to the beach and sat on the wet sand.
The waves played around my feet and cooled them.
Suddenly I heard footsteps not far from me. A bright flash of light. A camera?
I got up, driven by my curiosity.
Another flash of light. This time I was very sure. It was a camera.
But which person went to take pictures at this time?
The answer was not long in coming. And at the same time it fell like scales from my eyes.
"Hello?" I called into the fog."Who's there?"
The voice was challenging and provocative. And she sounded just like Akane.
"Um ... Akane?" I asked carefully.
She let out a sigh. Half relieved, half annoyed.
"What do you want here?"
"Where are you?"
I felt my way forward and could vaguely see the outline of a woman.
"You have already found me," she said. "So what are you doing here? We meet all the time ..."
"Not true, the last time you came to see me." I replied.
"Okay, okay. But still ... I'm getting creepy."
I touched her arm lightly and she winced.
"Is it that bad?" I asked.
"What?"
"That we keep bumping into each other?"
She turned her face away.
"Stop asking questions like that, Ranma."
"I'm sorry."
I watched her for a while as she snapped here and there. While she was doing her work, I could see a bright glow in her eyes. Like the eyes of a little child looking forward to Christmas.I smiled.
Although it was cool, she wore a red, rose-embroidered dress that fell to her knees.
She walked closer to the water and clicked again.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" she breathed.
Suddenly she was so ... different ... The last time she was so strange ... but now?
"What do you think?"
"Well, the view ..."
"What view? I only see fog and a vague sea."
She shook her head.
"You have no imagination ... Look ... the fog sometimes looks like the outline of an angel ..." She snapped again.
I looked into the fog but couldn't see anything.
"I see nothing..."
She lowered the camera and stood next to me.
"You were looking the wrong way, idiot!"
She showed me the direction, but I didn't even look. Rather, I looked at her from the side.
"You are beautiful ..." I whispered.
"... you see? Isn't that a what?"
"You are beautiful ..." I repeated.
She looked at me briefly, then back into the fog.To my own surprise, I saw her smile.
“Listen to me,” was all she said.
"OK."
"Look a little to the right ... No, not that far ... a little to the left ... wait ..."
She reached out her hand, gently touched my cheek, and twisted it in one direction.
"What do you see?" she asked me.
"A figure ... you are right ... it resembles an angel ..."
The sun was rising slowly and a few of its rays penetrated the fog.
I watched Akane for a while as she took photos.
"Are you still mad at me?" I asked her as she lowered the camera into her bag, which she had placed in the sand a little further away.
"I don't know ..." she said honestly.
"Have you thought about that?"
"Hmm yes."
"And?"
Akane picked up the bag and slung it around his shoulder. She took her time to answer.
"Let's put it this way ... I'm a grown woman and not just any youngster. I can handle this. That means if I meet you on the street, like today, I'm not going to throw a frying pan or anything at you or ignore you, whatever ... "I laughed softly. I didn't expect her to throw a frying pan at me. But my reflexes were good and I would have avoided them with ease.
That gave me an idea.
"Do you have anything else to do today?" I asked her.
She pointed to her bag.
"I have to have the photos developed and then I'm free."
"Um ... do you feel like ... do you want ..."
Damn why was I stuttering like a toddler?
"Do you want to meet me?" she asked with a mischievous grin.
I nodded.
"Gina can come with you." I added.
She said nothing more. Why was she suddenly so quiet? She was walking along the beach and I followed her like a lap dog.
The sun had risen in the meantime and the fog was slowly