Spoils of War
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+M to R › Ranma �
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
5,784
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Ranma ½ or its characters; Rumiko Takahashi does and I make no money from writing this story.
Spoils of War
It was ethereally bright that morning, as if the angels in heaven themselves had blessed this day personally. Every winged minstrel seemed to sing so happily as the beautiful bride accepted the hand of the person she’d chosen to marry. Her hair was a halo of orange brightness as it surrounded her tough-pretty woman-child’s face. Her smile was bright and happy as she gazed up at the splendor of handsome groom. Her wedding dress was simple in its design, but hugged her curves like a promise; her only ornamentation was her own beauty.
He took her tiny hand in a possessive way to prove to the world that she was his forever, their years of disagreement at an end. Those silly fights had led to a love beyond their wildest dreams. Both lonely hearts were now united as they kissed in a tender, endearing way.
We were all in attendance, us, the former fiancées and enemies as the one no one ever suspected won our prize; our Ranma. There was a sneak thief amongst us that came in the guise as an old friend who claimed to hate her, who said he was going to kill her. Instead he won her heart and put a ring on her finger. He was cruel that made us watch the whole thing.
Now we stand united as single women to try and catch the bride’s bouquet so that we might have better luck next time. Us powerful, athletic women almost get into a brawl trying to catch the prize of her simple bouquet of red gerbera daisies as if it was invaluable. I catch it and stare up at the radiant face of the bride, my former fiancé. We share a smile that is almost sad in its intensity. “Good luck Ranma” I mouth to her.
“Good luck Akane” Ranma mouths back and winks at me.
Her groom drapes an arm around his new wife and she snuggles into his embrace, they look so natural together. I wonder why I had never noticed that before. I turn to him and say “Congratulations Ryoga, you got the best person ever”
He smiles so wide that his fangs show, totally gone is his aura of depression. He glowed with happiness as one by one, those of us he defeated in the end, congratulated him on his victory. Ranma is the most valuable prize of the spoils of war and Ryoga defeated the rest of us with the only weapon we did not possess, her heart.
He took her tiny hand in a possessive way to prove to the world that she was his forever, their years of disagreement at an end. Those silly fights had led to a love beyond their wildest dreams. Both lonely hearts were now united as they kissed in a tender, endearing way.
We were all in attendance, us, the former fiancées and enemies as the one no one ever suspected won our prize; our Ranma. There was a sneak thief amongst us that came in the guise as an old friend who claimed to hate her, who said he was going to kill her. Instead he won her heart and put a ring on her finger. He was cruel that made us watch the whole thing.
Now we stand united as single women to try and catch the bride’s bouquet so that we might have better luck next time. Us powerful, athletic women almost get into a brawl trying to catch the prize of her simple bouquet of red gerbera daisies as if it was invaluable. I catch it and stare up at the radiant face of the bride, my former fiancé. We share a smile that is almost sad in its intensity. “Good luck Ranma” I mouth to her.
“Good luck Akane” Ranma mouths back and winks at me.
Her groom drapes an arm around his new wife and she snuggles into his embrace, they look so natural together. I wonder why I had never noticed that before. I turn to him and say “Congratulations Ryoga, you got the best person ever”
He smiles so wide that his fangs show, totally gone is his aura of depression. He glowed with happiness as one by one, those of us he defeated in the end, congratulated him on his victory. Ranma is the most valuable prize of the spoils of war and Ryoga defeated the rest of us with the only weapon we did not possess, her heart.