C+C, MST, etc, welcome.  I was just in the mood for it.  (After reading 
flashman's revenge flic that is,) don't worry it's not anything like 
that, it's just a crossover.
					Trom
I don't own any of these characters, and am using them without the 
consent of their creators.  Please forgive this one's slander of your 
immortal work.

	Days of Innocense Lost
	by
	Trom

	{The Tendo dojo: Akane Tendo sat at her desk writing in her 
diary;}

	Dear Diary: This might be the last entry that I make, for 
something terrible had happened. Everything was fine until a few months 
ago, school was great and Ranma and I seemed to be getting 
closer........

		We were on the train making its regular route; 
transporting passengers down the length of Tokyo's many wards.  I sat 
next to him as always, although there was a stony silence in the air.  
As we waited for the stop that would bring us to the University where we 
studied.  I just  looked at Ranma, who seemed not to notice my scrutiny. 
	I was worried.  For the last year Ranma had been acting 
strangely. That was differently from the way he usually acted.  He'd 
been like that since he returned from the tournament in China.  While 
Ranma normally didn't enter tournaments, as his martial abilities 
greatly surpassed those who usually entered such things.   The 
University wavered his final year's tuition if he would win it for them. 
 As money had been a problem since the day we had first started school, 
he readily accepted the arrangement.
	He was as irritating confident as always when I waited with him 
for his plane to start taking in passengers.  He knew it would be an 
easy win, he joked that even I could win it.  As the tournament was for 
practitioners of Kempo Karate, he was confident that both of them could 
hold their own easily.  Of course I answered Ranma's casual remarks 
about my abilities in the usual way. It wouldn't do to let him thing I 
was getting soft.  Everything was the same as it had been since we had 
entered the University:

	Ranma still had fiancees swarming him, although not as badly as 
in their high school days, for they had all gotten tired of the juvenile 
behavior.  The girls still waited for Ranma to make up his decision, but 
an ultimatum had been given, he had until the last year of University, 
or the decision would be taken out of his hands.  That didn't mean they 
didn't try to sway his feelings their way, its just that they didn't go 
to the extremes they had in their earlier years.  
	 Ranma had done surprisingly well, academically wise that was.  
It seemed that he only made it look like he was doing badly in high 
school, while in reality he didn't put any effort in his school work for 
he did not see any reason to excel at it.   That was why he was able to 
sleep through most of the classes and still get a high score in the 
entrance exams for the University, a fact that surprised everybody with 
the exception of his mother.  She always knew her son was gifted. 

	Something had changed in Ranma when he came back.  I didn't know 
what it was at first, but something was different about him.  He still 
insulted me with a friendly regularity, but only when he thought I was 
expecting it, and then with not the usual exuberance as when we first 
met. 
	If anything he seemed to do even better in school, taking 
courses such as chemistry and biology.  Subjects that strayed away from 
his teaching degree, but I just thought that he wanted to broaden his 
skills, maybe he'll be more than an a instructor, maybe he wanted to 
teach things other than the art.  
	As for the art, he only increased his training regiment.  To a 
point that shocked even his father.  By the age of 22 he had already 
surpassed Happosai, and had gained the tittle of Grandmaster of the 
Anything Goes School of Martial Arts.  
	It had been a while since he used his Ki as a projectile weapon. 
 Taking example from Cologne and Happosai, he now used his Ki to power 
his body and did not waste it in the very draining energy attacks.  He 
took point from them and used shiatsu techniques, along with the Saotome 
Ryu attacks, which required little expenditure of the valuable life 
force energy that was Ki.  By channeling Ki through his body, he not 
only made it heal faster, but made it stronger, faster, and harder to 
harm.  Any spare time he had he spent with Cologne, getting her to teach 
him all she did about herbs and medical techniques, as if he was 
searching for something.  Although it wasn't a cure for his curse, what 
it was that he searched for, he wouldn't say.

	Ranma walked in a more reserved manor these days.  Holding 
himself back in everything he did, as if waiting for something to 
happen.  He would suddenly leave, sometimes being gone for days, but no 
matter how any of us tried, we could never follow him or find out what 
it was that he had been doing.  No amount of threats of pain or anything 
could convince him, Heh, I had even threatened to cook for a week but he 
only welcome my cooking! I know I'll be the last to deny it, but my 
cooking is lacking in some elements. In a way it was like training to 
him as well.  It only made him tolerant to almost all kind of poisons, 
including the ones brewed by Kodachi.  He had become a complete mystery 
to his family and friends.

	We all just thought that we was going through a faze, and needed 
some time alone.  Maybe he was finally going to make The Choice.  So we 
gave him his space, and the rest of us continued on with our lives. 
 
	The Tokyo theater; where some of the world's best shows were 
performed.  Myself and the rest of the theatrical group had arrived 
early for the debut of the latest theatrical masterpiece.  We were 
fortunate the producer was a former student of the university, setting 
aside just enough tickets for a small group, which caused quite an 
uproar.  Students were giving their utmost in the weeks before the 
performance for the chance to be one of the few picked to watch the 
show. 
	Major corporate heads and government officials aligned 
themselves in the balcony encircling the theater.  It was a packed 
house, and I couldn't believe my luck in being able to attend, all 
thoughts of Ranma and the outside world vanished from my mind.
	    The band were still being set up and other early birds going 
over the program guide.  Dressed in my best dress, I was looking forward 
to a night of peace and relaxation.  I chatted excitedly with my friends 
about our possible futures in the theater.  At that time all my cares 
and worries seemed to be forgotten.
	
	[The theater was packed to capacity, those stragglers finally 
getting themselves seated.  The band went through the opening euphony, 
those in the seats grew silent.   The curtain raised as a red light was 
blanketed over the stage.
	One part of the set, was made to look like a Shoji.   In it an 
old man dressed in Samurai garb, sat working on a miniature banzai tree. 
 A knock was heard, and a door opened to show a servant who moved aside 
to let a lady enter the room.
	The lady of the court, she asked a boon of the old warrior.  
That he train her son in the arts of war, to become a warrior among 
warriors.  The old warrior agreed only on the grounds that she offered 
no interference in his training regiment.  The lady complied, although 
to have no say in her son's welfare troubled her dearly.
	The next scenes showed the boy who would be a warrior as he 
trained with the old Samurai.  The old Samurai taught the boy the way of 
the sword and of Bushido, the way of the warrior.  The boy grew up fast 
and strong and the Old Samurai was happy with his progress, his mother 
was also happy with his progress, and showed it when he visited her.
	Yoshi, the boy, was then presented to the Lady's Lord, the man 
who would be his master.  The lord wanting to test the metal of Yoshi 
sent him on many quests, each more exciting than the last.  With each 
mission completed, his skills as a warrior also increased, until he was 
unmatched in skill with the blade.  Had Yoshi continued to impress his 
Lord, he would have become the Lord's executioner, a very noble position 
indeed.  
	Alas, that was not to be.  For Yoshi was many things, among 
them, a man.  With a man's desire for a woman.  Even though he was of 
age, he still had yet to marry.  It seemed that, that situation would 
not change for quite sometime.  To quell the fires of his desire, he 
called upon the services of a Geisha.  One of such skill in her arts 
that she easily drowned Yoshi's fire.  So it was that Yoshi continued 
his service to his Lord, all the while growing to love the Geisha.
	The Lord all the while, watched Yoshi from afar.  While he was 
impressed with the young samurai's skill, it took more to become the 
Lord's executioner.  So he decided to test the loyalty of Yoshi.
	When next Yoshi appeared before his lord, his lord commanded 
that on the rising the next day sun, that Yoshi would take the life of 
the Geisha that Yoshi had come to love.  While it pained him, Yoshi 
obeyed his Lord's order.  He took his leave from his Lord and went to 
prepare the slaying of one who he loved before all others.

	Later that night Yoshi came to the Geisha.  She knew what the 
Lord had ordered Yoshi to do and knew that honor was more important than 
either of their love.  So the spent the night in the embrace of lovers, 
for on the morn, his blade would take her life.  
	
	The Geisha was dressed in her best kimono, sitting properly in 
the center of the stage.  Her companions surrounded her, paying respect 
toward her bravery and honor.  All had their faces painted in such a way 
that signified the ceremony that they were about to witness.
	Yoshi stepped onto view.  The Geisha that he loved bowed in 
respect and waited expectantly for the blades bite.  Yoshi stepped 
forward, drew his sword and raised it over his head to release his love 
from this world.......]
	What happened next was almost too quick for the eye to see.

	One of the Geisha that watched as their friend was to give her 
life for the Lord, sprang from her position, and at Yoshi in one fluid 
motion.  She grabbed Yoshi's sword, and with a mighty leap.  She cleared 
the stage, up to one of the balcony seats.  Once there, she plunged the 
sword into a chest up to the hilt, leaving it imbedded where it lay.  
The two men that sat behind him, tried to pull out guns.  The Geisha was 
too quick for them, for with a quick double chop to their throats, she 
ended their lives as well........
	She then sprang from the balcony hoping toward the exit with 
incredible bounds.  The players on stage had started screaming, and that 
was then that the rest of room knew it was not part of the show.
	I had later found out that the man who was killed was a corrupt 
government official who took bribes from local crime families.  The men 
behind him, his body guards.  That wasn't what shocked me the most.  For 
the Geisha, as she escaped, meet my eye.  They were eyes that I knew 
almost better than my own, but in a state of infinite sadness that I had 
never know before.  I think my heart cracked a little, seeing such 
sadness in another human being, tears running down her face as she 
disappeared into the night.  Those eyes, such an intense blue, I knew 
that if her wig came off, the Geisha's hair would be a bright red.    
Ranma.  Ranma had just killed someone in cold blood, and the look in her 
eyes was as if she had lost a part of her own soul in the process!
	I knew better than to race after her, for that would draw 
attention to myself and then trouble on my whole family.  I had learned 
some things in my years living with him.  I waited for the auditorium to 
empty out and then I left for home.  I checked his usual hide outs but 
he wasn't in any of them.  His parents did not know where he was either. 
 Knowing that I would never find Ranma unless he wanted me to, I came up 
to my room and started writing to you my diary.  
	Ranma was a killer. He had killed before, Saffron, when he 
thought I was dying.  But that was in a fight. Although he didn't really 
kill him, for Saffron reincarnated as a little baby. What he did tonight 
was murder!   No one knew that but myself, and I wasn't going to accuse 
him of anything until I knew why.  For Kami help me I love him, that 
stupid baka.  With all my heart and soul.  Would Ranma kill me, I was 
the only one who could identify him. I guess I can only wait and see. 
	{Akane shuts her diary and just stares at it for a moment.  She 
then breaks down and sobs, knowing that the innocence of childhood had 
finally escaped her.}
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	I tried to write this with crying freeman feal to it. I don't 
know if I succeeded or not, please tell me, if I did.  This is the first 
time I put the point of view from an established character, so don't 
worry the next part (if there's a next part) Won't be that way.
						Trom