Subject: Re: [FFML] [fanfic][Ranma] Hitting the Nail on the Head
From: bastian@enterprise.mathematik.uni-essen.de (Sebastian Weinberg)
Date: 11/3/1996, 4:49 AM
To: Fanfiction ML

 On Mon, 28 Oct 1996 13:00:39 -0600 (CST) Bridget Ellen Engman said:

: Well, you have my brother to thank for this one.

Then tell him many, many thanks from me.  That story he
inadvertently caused was womderful.


: By the time I 
: *finally* got home an hour and a half later, I was into it enough that I 
: leapt for the computer, typed, and revised it in a fit of madness.  My 
: brother was a bit worried about me.

Heh, my sister says she can tell when I'm writing by the amount of
mad cackling coming from my room.  :)


: Hitting the Nail on the Head
: a Ranma 1/2 fanfiction
: by bengman

Heh, clever title for a story about someone named Gosunkugi.


:      A few pages further on, and there he is.  Anger wells up
: inside me as I gaze at those first photos.  I had always
: known that I would never gain her love, not in any real
: sense.  But Saotome encroached upon my goddess in a way even
: less forgivable.
:      He invaded my viewfinder.

Wow, that was a wonderful twist.


:  I didn't go to the
: wedding; I heard later that it had been a disaster, and so my
: goddess was still free.  But it no longer matters.

Hmmm?  But in the manga, he very clearly *is* going to the wedding
(with the other invited school pals) and he's not carrying his
camera either, but the tools of his, err, *other* hobby.  So this
is a different Gosunkugi whose story we get told?


:      Saotome is not worthy of the love of a goddess.  I know
: that, and I suspect he does as well.  But she does love him. 
: And that is why the photo I hold in my hands is so beautiful. 
: My goddess is no goddess at all, but a woman.  And somehow I
: know now that the love of a woman is not a matter of worth. 
: It is simply a matter of love.

<sigh>  That was wonderful.  Thank you.


:      I place the photograph in its place and close the album,
: placing it on the shelf where it belongs.  Then I open my
: closet.  The box I am looking for is shoved in the back; I
: open it and take out my camera.  The one I once used, before
: I met her.  The one that took the first photograph of her. 
: The one that gave me my life.  There is a temple on the
: corner with a falling-down roof that always drew my eye. 
: It's time to find a new focus. 

And again, thank you!  This closure was lovely and certainly the
closest to a happy ending for Gosunkugi that I've ever seen or
imagined.


Sebastian
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