You Don\'t See Me

You Don’t See Me

Flora_Winters

Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma ½, and I’m not making any money here either.

Summary: A beautiful, brokenhearted soul has been placed under a terrible curse. A curse so horrible, his one true love can’t even see him, nor can he even hear when he speaks. Language, MM, OC, Violence


Prologue

I dream a world where you understand
That I dream a million sleepless nights
But I dream a fire when you’re touching my hand
But it twists into smoke when I turn on the lights

--Pussycat Dolls

Human hearts are delicate jewels, made of fragile crystal and must be seduced with the utmost care. Hearts are pierced by stinging words and ruptured by betrayals on a daily basis. Most recover and heal quite nicely, while a select few remain still bruised and bleeding with crimson malice, venomous and thirsting for swift vengeance.

This is how Yuki Sakuma felt the moment his seven year crush mistook his love letter, yet again, for some stupid pigtailed girl. Just who the hell was this whore that his love was so smitten with? What did this slut possess that he did not? Oh, the constant questions and upsets were driving him out of what little mind he still possessed.

Was it beauty? He had shit tons of that. His beauty was so goddamn great it was virtually damning on all scales in any reality. Fair maidens withered into toothless crones when he stepped amongst them. His beauty was the reason no girl could stand to be in the same room with him. They just wilted away like dying roses once plucked.

Or, was it about money? He had crocks shits of cash, too. Well, his supermodel mother and steel tycoon father did. He wanted for nothing, yet longed for everything. He could purchase a private island and still have money left over to purchase the silver moon in the night sky. He was still waiting for the U.S. government to auction if off on Ebay. Would giving the silver gemstone make his love look, see, and feel him?

Gods damn that wicked old sorceress! Damn her and her bleeding vagina again! If he ever saw that wrinkled old bitch again (she’s 25), he’d make that dusty desert god’s curse on all women look like chipped fingernail polish on a bride, seconds before sacrificing her last name at the altar.

That sun worshipping bitch had cursed him and the one who was half his soul. Whenever his love would look at him, he would see only empty air before his confused eyes. No matter how many times he tried to get Waki to look at him, the Kuno heir would only pass him off as thinking he had seen something out the corner of his eye.

The reason for this terrible curse, he was more beautiful than she. How could a male possibly be lovelier than she, whose beauty was mythological?

His anger and his questions were beyond irrational. It wasn’t the pigtailed girl’s fault. It wasn’t because of not being beautiful or wealthy enough. It wasn’t about not having large tits or a shaved vagina. It was because he was cursed. His handsome and strong Tatewaki Kuno just couldn’t see, hear, or feel him.

He felt like an abandoned deity who’s most loyal and faithful follower had forgotten all about him. Oh, how his parents had named him well. Like his fated name, he was just as cold as the deep snow gathering and perpetually frozen on a lonely mountaintop.

“Oh, Akane Tendo!” His love swooned, racing for the little, big eyed pigmy in his Kendo outfit. “How I long for you to fill my empty heart like sweet nectar fills the finest porcelain pitcher!”

Yuki narrowed his eyes to wintry slits of cold shadows and frozen doom. But, there was molten rock just below that thick layer of destructive ice, waiting to explode forth to scorch and devour all.

“Oh, shut up already!” The Tendo girl shouted, punching his love right in his cleft chin, sending him head over bare feet into the shrubbery with a thud.

Yuki longed to run and see if Kuno was all right, but he couldn’t do so. He had tried to touch him many times before, only for his slender hands to suddenly burn as if on fire when he got too near.

The same thing happened with the many letters he had tried to write to him. If he so much as tried to describe himself, sign his name, or even put down his initials, the paper would simply crumble away into dust. All he could do was write about how much he loved him and longed to be with him. He tried to have others compose for him, but the letters would always mysteriously vanish.

Whenever his name was called out in class, Waki would demand to know why the teacher suddenly had the nerve to say, “He Who Is A Hideous Worm And Shall Never Be Seen Or Heard Again By The One He Loves Truly.” The students all thought Waki insane anyway and had thought the two of them had had a falling out, since Waki was always pretending to never see him and walking away without a word to him.

“What are you talking about?” Tatewaki had once said. “There is nobody there. I see nothing, you dumb fools. Now, get out of my way. I must go confess my love to Akane Tendo. Oh, she is a delicate flower in need of some tender watering. Here I come, my sweet rose!”

The memory of him had been completely erased from Kuno’s mind. Fellow students just thought him mad. Truth be told, Tatewaki Kuno was the picture and definition of madness.

“Yuki?” A kind voice asked him from behind, causing him to slowly turn around with an eerie grace. It was his friend Kaoru. “What are you doing out here? Are you seriously watching this idiocy?”

“I enjoy idiocy very much,” he told him, looking to see Kuno’s large feet twitching from the green bushes. “It makes me feel enlightened indeed.”

His friend cocked a thin brow. “Is that so?”

“Akane!” Kuno cried, rising from the bushed with a busted bottom lip. “Pigtailed Girl! My hearts burns hotter than the very heart of the blazing sun over your beautiful heads! Come and bask in the radiant beams of my love for you both!”

Winter clouds filled Yuki’s breast. Hail the size of ripe melons pummeled and smashed all feelings within, except a deeper rage and an immortal sorrow.

“Damn,” Kaoru whistled as Akane and the redhead flattened the Kendo captain. He pulled out his cell phone. “Hi. I need the school nurse.”

Yuki stood in silence as the warm wind fluttered his pale hair. The air smelled of growing things.

He wanted to race to Kuno’s side and comfort his now unconscious form. The poor young man had been knocked flat on his back. His nose had to be broken, again.

“Come on, Ranma,” Akane hissed, pulling on the redhead’s arm. “The bell is about to ring.”

“But,” the redhead said, holding up a stick. “I wanted to poke him first.”

Yuki hissed from the shadows like some poisonous reptile as the two girls stepped on Kuno without remorse and over him. His eyes glowed like pale blue stars from his darkened den.

“Yuki?” Kaoru asked, sounding ever so slightly unnerved to his slightly pointed ears. “Why do you sound like you’re about to rattle and spit acid?”

He didn’t speak. He had made up his mind. Akane Tendo and that Pigtailed Girl needed a good and long overdue taking out.

He watched in silence as the shadow from a white cloud slowly passed over his unconscious love’s still form. Oh, how he longed for him to spew forth such corny devotions of love to him and only to him. Oh, how he dreamed every night about how those muscular arms would take hold of him, possessing him, and those warm lips puckering to claim him like morning dew does grass.

“I curse you, Akane Tendo.” There was a hint of lightning in his honey-sweet voice. “I curse you and Pigtailed Girl with death.”

Thunder boomed in the distance.

Both girls sneezed in the hallway, looking this way and that before leering with wary eyes at each other.

The school nurse suddenly ran by him with two men. They had a gurney.

“I wuv woo,” Kuno mumbled incoherently, making weird faces as they helped him. “Wy woo wo wean?”

He began to chuckle and then howled with crazed, malicious laughter as he envisioned their agonizing demises. It sent boys and girls racing into the school to the ever illusive safety of their studies. He didn’t see them make bets on how they believed it was him paying off Akane and Ranma to beat up the crazy guy who ignored him every day.


To Be Continued

Please review and tell me what you think. This is my first Ranma ½ fan-fiction ever. I’m on episode 75 and still loving it.

Note: I wuv woo = I love you. Wy woo wo wean? = Why you so mean?