Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma ½. This wonderful series or this wonderful manga belongs to Rumiko Takahashi and everyone else who bought the right to market the series. I'm not making any money with this story, I just let my imagination run wild. The title of the story does not allude to a song that could be heard while reading, but is fictitious.



The dewdrop, shimmering bluish in the sunlight, fell gently from its clover leaf onto the brown, clayey earth, slowly seeping into it after it had shattered into a thousand small spheres resembling a diamond in their radiant perfection, until it finally fell on an underground for Human eyes met an invisible, inconspicuous river, in whose warm arms it combined with the numerous other dew droplets and thus fed the stream, whose stream became steadily stronger and after a few steps already rose to the surface, only shortly afterwards into an azure blue one Lake, in whose cold body the spheres enclosed by the warm arms died a thousand glorious deaths in the reflection of the light, to flow with an island surrounded by flowers blooming in all colors. The dew droplet drifted there with its thousand brothers and sisters, until it was finally torn from its close grip by a velvet finger and waited for certain death for a few seconds, separated from its own kind.

The cold water flowed smoothly down the silken skin of the young woman to trickle back into the lake. The blue-haired woman looked thoughtfully at the wet element and the eternal cycle of life associated with it, while a light, pleasantly cool breeze stirred up the calm lake, creating small waves, and at the same time blew a strand of her magnificent, blue hair into her face. Smiling, she pushed it back behind her ear and looked longingly at her reflection:The unclouded rays of the brightly shining sun warmed her pale skin and made her forget all her worries and all her grief for a few moments in a sudden feeling of well-being. She closed her eyelids with relish while they opened her sensual, red lips and released a sigh that the winds should carry to distant shores. She felt her surroundings: the gentle wind that enveloped her with its velvet wings and played with her like a trapped kite; the warming, life-giving rays of the sun that carried them to lofty heights; the pleasant feeling of the soft grass under your bare feet.

For the first time in her life the young woman was free, free from all obligations, free from all expectations, free from all pressure; and yet she was trapped. Despite her freedom, she knew that the price she would have to pay would make her a prisoner for all eternity. In this wonderful, enchanting place, she felt the freedom she had always longed for. Her body, mind and soul were free, but her heart was trapped. A single tear escaped her closed eyes, pearled off her long eyelashes and rolled slowly and gently down her face, leaving a salty trail behind.

"Is that it?" She asked the old lake. "Is that it?"

“My child, what are you crying?” Although the young woman had not noticed the soft coming of this person, she knew before she even spoke that she was in this wonderful place and who she was, so that a sad smile played around her lips. "This is a magical place where joy and carefree reign. How do you cloud our cloudless skies with your sorrow?"

"Is that it?" Repeated the young woman sadly. "Is that it, mother?"

The slender arms of the older woman closed lovingly around the body of the younger woman, pulled her into a warm embrace and, spreading a long-forgotten warmth in the breast of the searching, waiting mother, led her to dizzying heights of indescribable happiness.The sweet reunion elicited hot tears of joy from the make-up eyes, but as much as she was happy, her smile faded after a few happy moments, because the found daughter did not return her warm greeting.

The young woman's arms, clad in a wonderful fabric, hung lifelessly by her side, her sad smile had given way to a bitter grimace of disappointment and her tears, which were common to the two beautiful women, testified not to their joy, but to the heartbreaking feeling of the Despair slowly spreading in her chest, strengthening her senses and making every beloved detail of the perfect land shine with black hatred.

"My child," the older woman breathed exhausted into her daughter's hair, "you already know the answer to your question, don't you?"

The young woman wrapped her mother's white dress around her, huddled against her breast, and wept bitterly into her shoulder. The heartbreaking sobs silenced the wind and the beneficial effects of the lovely rays of the sun fade away. Hot tears fell on the dress while Akane was ashamed of herself. Not because she couldn't look forward to the unexpected but wonderful reunion or because she let her tears run wild, but because a sunny feeling led her to an absurd assumption: that she could ever be happy here. Meanwhile, the daughter's mother stroked her beautiful hair lovingly and tried to calm her down.

"Here, my love, you are free," she whispered softly in her ear and kissed her on the cheek. "You have nothing to fear and only follow the desire of your heart. So what are you crying, darling?"

The lovely words soothed the wildly beating heart of the young woman and she turned her red, tear-soaked eyes on her mother's. The two women stood in silence in a rigid embrace until she finally looked again at her mother's robe and raised her voice, harsh with sobs."I missed you mom," she said softly. "And I want you to know how much I love you. And how much Nabiki, Kasumi and Paps miss and love you too."

Ms. Tendo smiled gently and held her youngest daughter an arm's length away from her so that she could look at the flowering of her beauty, which she had felt her entire, short life in the young girl, with love, and put her hand calmly and slowly under her chin her daughter, lovingly forcing her to look her in the eye. But there she saw what she feared most. Although her graceful smile, which a divine empress could not surpass in gentleness and love, did not disappear from her lovely face, but her veiled gaze was directed into the far distance.

"I know, darling," she replied gently to her daughter's words and gestured to her heart. "I can feel it here. And I miss you too. Why don't we sit down, darling?"

The two women sat silently side by side on the green, lush grass and looked out over the blue lake. Akane carefully let his feet dangle in the water. Finally, when the silence grew too loud, she leaned her head on her mother's shoulder and yawned heartily, as the comforting presence of her mother had taken away all her fears, and found the courage to ask the question that seemed to tear her heart apart .

"Mom," she said and felt her mother tilt her head slightly towards her. "Are we in heaven?"

"No, darling," her mother replied softly. "You can't go to heaven until your heart lets you go. And you can't go back to the world of the living either."

Akane slowly sat up and looked at her mother with her large, hazel eyes. The older woman could not bear the grief and pain that could be seen in it, closed her eyes with a tortured look and wished that her daughter would start crying again.This, she said, would be more bearable than the indescribable anguish her little daughter felt in these uncertain moments.

"Who?" She asked gently, "who is it that your heart, your whole being, longs for? Whose presence do you consume, my child?"

"I, you may not know mom, but I am, I am engaged and, I, I ..."

"Honey," she whispered, letting her tears fall onto her daughter's hair, "you are in the prime of your youth, beautiful and clever. What is your heart to a man whom you should have married just to keep your honor? Here "With me, you are free and you will never suffer again. Stay with me, little daughter. I miss you so much and the time has come for you too."

But in Akane's eyes a tremendous flame of hope flared up, which even the comforting, seductive words of her mother could not extinguish. On the far horizon she saw a bright, silver streak that heralded the new day; because here, the young woman was sure, there was no night, no fear and no suffering.

"Mom, I don't belong here! I would only feel sorry and as much as I miss you, the time has not come for us to be reunited!"

The older woman looked thoughtful at her daughter for a long time. Then she smiled sadly and took her child's trembling hand in her own warm, steady hand and ran her fingertips over the back of her hand. Akane closed her eyes.

"However much you wish, I can't help you."

"What?" The young woman asked angrily as her temper took the upper hand in her troubled heart. But her mother's peaceful but sad smile calmed her heart again.

"I can't help you, my dear, because I wish too much to be reunited with you. A selfish wish, I know, but I miss you so much," she replied calmly and hugged her youngest daughter lovingly to to convey stability and security to her."Only he can help you, my darling. Only him, not me!"

The depression, the grief, the agony that Akane had felt after her mother's first words gave way to an incomparable passion that burned her body from within and gave her limitless strength.

"What should I do?"

"Nothing," her mother whispered softly, her voice choked with tears, ran one last time through her daughter's hair and wrapped her in a heartwarming hug that showed her love for her child. "Close your eyes and think with all your might of the man your heart longs for. If he wants to feel, see and hold you just as much as you do him, then you will find each other."

"Mummy."

"But let me tell you this," she warned her mother. "You mustn't look at him or ask him to shake his hand so that you can follow him. When the time comes, take a step forward, leave him. If he follows you, asks you to stay, move on." . "