Hi guys!
Here I am! * happy *
So ... now a few forewords to my new FF ... hmm ... it doesn't really have much to do with the series ... for example Ranma doesn't turn into a girl anymore and neither does the other victims . (more information in the other parts)
The FF is actually about real life and what it could be like, so the characters behave differently than in the series and the manga.
I hope you will tolerate that ... ^^
So and now I hope you enjoy reading it! ~ _ ~

Beginning and end (1)

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

"Are you going to do anything tonight?"
"Yes."
"And that would be?"
"Work."
"Do you work late into the night?"
"Yes, I'm sorry. There is so much to do in the hospital. I'm really sorry, Ranma."
"But ... I have a hotel room for both of us ..."
A deep sigh from the other end of the phone line.
"Ranma ... it's really nice of you .. but I can't now ... Sorry ...""It doesn't matter, Akiko. I might go to Shingo then."
"Do that. And ... the hotel ... we can postpone that, okay?"
"Yes..."
"The food is in the microwave if you are hungry! See you then. Sleep well."
"Okay. Bye. I love you."
"I also you."
I slowly put the receiver back on the cradle. I had already seen the food in the microwave, but I wasn't hungry.
I didn't go to Shingo because his girlfriend was there and I didn't feel like listening to her tongues. So, I decided to go to a bar.

Akiko worked almost every night. I don't know why we got married. We only had time for the two of us on weekends.
On weekdays I ran a combat school that is right next to our house and Akiko worked as a nurse in a very large hospital.
Four years ago we had so much time for each other.
Sometimes we would lie next to each other in bed and look at each other for a while.I knew every dimple in her face, every laugh line, every corner by heart.

There was a lot going on in the city. I drove the car into a rather quiet area and parked in front of a bar called "Honeymoon". Is just a name too. What the hell.

"A beer." I said to the waiter.
"You're welcome."
I took a sip and noticed a woman who, next to me, was sitting alone on a stool. Her eyes were clear and blue and she had short blonde hair.
Her face was blessed with beauty. Her short hair fell gently on her red-hot cheeks. A small black purse lay on her lap.
She looked up and her gaze fell on me. Her lips moved in a smile.
I smiled back and took another sip of the beer.
"Also alone?" she asked me.
I nodded.
"Me too, unfortunately."
I didn't know in which direction she meant that. Was she here alone in the bar or single? If so, then she may have misunderstood my answer. Yes, she did.She misunderstood them.

After a few minutes she started a lively conversation with me.
She was a tourist here in Japan, came from Europe and was called Gina. Her father is Japanese and her mother is English. She worked as a clerk and was 24 years old. I liked her from the start, right when I first noticed her.
She had a special personality of her own ... something ... that I didn't find in Akiko ...
Akiko was a typical woman who followed her goals ... she was actually less ... romantic ... I once talked about candlelight dinner, she just laughed and suggested we go to Pizza Hut. But ... she was romantic ... just not the kind of romance I would like to have in a woman ... and Gina had that sparkle in her eyes ... I looked at her, my heart became warm ... she seemed so open ... feminine ... and lovable ...
"How long are you planning to stay here?" I asked her an hour later.
“What do you mean?” Her eyes lit up and she grinned at me."How long do I stay here in this bar or in Japan?"
I grinned back.
"Both."
"As long as you want ..."
I looked at the clock. Nine forty-five. Akiko had my cell phone with her ... so she couldn't reach me. It was only an acquaintance with a tourist. Nothing else.
And I loved my wife.
"Shall we drive around in my car for a bit? I can show you the whole city if you want." I liked to show others what Tokyo looked like. I also showed Akiko, who came from Sapporo, to Tokyo. But Gina was a tourist.
And she wanted.
"Good idea. Come on."
We paid for the few beers and drove off.
Gina's eyes were fascinated by the large, illuminated buildings.
"Where are you going?" she asked me after a while when she saw a hilly landscape go by. Away from the hustle and bustle, away from all the lights.
“I'll show you a very special place.” I answered and brought the car to a stop. "Get out.We have to walk the last part. "
"Well, whether I can still do that ... I'm sure I already have a few alcohols."
“Oh nonsense.” I opened her door and held out my hand to her. Smiling, she put her delicate hand in mine and gave it a squeeze.
“You're not completely sober either, Ranma.” She laughed and let me pull her out.
The path was rocky and only lit by the moonlight.
Gina took a few steps behind me and looked at the Japanese cherry blossoms.
"Wow ... these trees are beautiful ... oops!" She must have tripped over one of the stones, because the next moment her arms were clutching my upper body.
"Sorry ..." she muttered, leaning her head against my shoulder.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the contact with her warm body ... I forgot all the promises I had given Akiko at the wedding ... I heard leaves rustling in the forest ... heard the wind whispering incomprehensible words in my ear ..."Gina ..." I started my sentence.
“I know.” She let go of me and we walked side by side in silence.
"Did you hurt yourself?"
She shook her head in silence.
"Look." We had arrived at the hill where you could see all of Tokyo.
Excited, she unzipped her small bag and pulled out a camera.
"Breathtaking ... just ... fantastic ..." She pressed the shutter release and a bright, short flash robbed my view.
"I'm leaving in three days. Then I'm off to Osaka. My girlfriend would definitely like these pictures as much as I do. She once lived here in Tokyo ... but that was a long time ago."
I just stood there and didn't know what to say. The silence was broken, yes ... but I couldn't think of anything to talk about.
"Don't you have to go home slowly?" Gina asked me as she pushed the camera back into her pocket.
I looked at the clock. It was twenty to eleven. Time to go home."Yes. Come on, I'll drive you to the hotel."
"That's nice of you. Thanks."

"There. Exactly, that's it." Gina was about to open the car door, but she hesitated and looked at me.
"Ranma ... I know ... it's getting late ... but can I take you out for a Coke? The minibar in my room also has beer. Just as a little thank you for the evening."
Her eyes studied me intensely and I felt a tingling sensation in my stomach.
'Go home!' said an inner voice within me. 'Politely deny and go home!'
Maybe I would have done it if I didn't like her so much.
Maybe I would have done it if it wasn't so late.
Maybe I would have if her legs were a little shorter.
"Yes." I said. "Cola is okay."

We stared at each other briefly in her room. Then we fell into a wild, passionate French kiss and threw ourselves on her bed. She started nibbling my lower lip, undressing me in the process.
'Funny ...' I thought.'Akiko never did that ...'

When I drove home early in the morning, my guilty conscience overtook me. Did my wife notice something? When would I see Gina again? I had written down my cell phone number for her. If she wanted to reach me.
When I got home, I found the house empty. It was five in the morning and Akiko wasn't there.
I saw someone had left a message on the answering machine.

"Hello Ranma ... It's me. Akiko. I'm not coming home tonight. I'm sorry. I'll try to have more time for you. I promise. Have a nice evening."

She really hadn't been home all night. I yawned heartily and decided to lie down for a while.

When I woke up it was twelve noon. I was lying on the couch with my eyes open and wondering.
Should I really start an affair with Gina? I still loved Akiko ... but how did I feel about Gina?
The fact is ... it was a mistake of mine ... I regretted that night with myself ... even if it was so beautiful.I really had to talk to her.
Maybe she was still in the hotel.

"Gina? Yes, we have a woman called Gina who is our guest here."
"Did she go away? Did you see her?" I asked at the front desk.
"No ... she'll probably still be in her room."
"Good. Thank You!"
I took the elevator and went to the third floor. I knocked softly on the door of her room.
"Gina? Gina, are you in there?"
“Ranma?” She opened the door for me and let me in. "What are you doing here?"
"I..."
"You should have woken me up before you go," she said.
"I know. But you saw so ..."
"... look peaceful?"
"... no ... more like ... broken ..."
She laughed.
"Yeah ... it was a bad night yesterday ... I don't usually sit in a bar. The only good thing that night was you."
"Gina, listen-"
"It's okay, Ranma. I know. I won't see you again, will I? Not like last night, I mean. You don't need to say anything ... You don't need to say anything that is not true.I know you are married. "
"You're a great woman. Honestly."
And I meant it. I really didn't mean to hurt her ...
"You love your wife. I know, I know. Don't worry too much about me.
You really don't need to worry ... I'd rather hear it now than six months later. It's okay, Ranma. That’s how I better deal with it before I really start loving you. But you are not like the others. You didn't tell me your wife didn't understand you. You didn't tell me you might get divorced. You didn't sneak out of the house to call me. You're not one of those bastards. You're not one of those men who just wanted one thing ... You're different. Better."
I'm better? Am I not a man who only wants one thing?
Last night I spent with her and today I will spend her with my