The Many Destinies of Sunset Shimmer

by ratedoni

Interlude: Not a Half Anymore

I have seen these eyes so many times that I know exactly how they look like on this form, especially on this form that I once hated more than my father. No, that’s a lie, I don’t think I have ever hated my father, no matter how stupid and self-centered he was, I mean, selling his own son just so he would be able to eat? It wouldn’t have been so bad if he hadn’t done it dozens of times through the years. It would have definitely made my life a lot easier, but that is just wishful thinking, right? I still get some of those words wrong at this point.

So here I am, using the room’s mirror to look at myself and what it seems to be my future from now on. Nothing much to see beyond the pinnacle of human beauty… that’s weird, I have been called egotistical and sometimes even vain and I admit I put a lot of attention to my own actions just so I would look cool and manly, but never to the degree of narcissism. Nor did I put so much attention to my own thoughts, not beyond a difficult battle at least.

Whatever the cause, it seems that I have changed slightly, if not physically -beyond the obvious hair color and boobs- then at least mentally, to the point where even I can see something is wrong and I’m not trying to lie to myself about 'everything is alright' with false macho bravado. What’s the point of that if things are still wrong? Whatever the case something is definitely wrong with me beyond the fact that not even steaming water can cancel the face that I see in the mirror.

Whatever the case life goes on, the world moves on and there is something weird about me being so… complacent? No, that’s not the right word for this, maybe familiarized or maybe I don’t want to waste time screaming at the sky and everyone around that what happened to me is unfair. I’m alive; everyone else back on that day is dead. If this is the end result of that then it seems fine by me. Who cares that I am trapped in my female form from now on if it is result of cheating death once more.

Outside of my room, waiting for me since the terrorist attack is the girl that is supposed to be my beloved wife, what a joke. Even with everything that had happened since that wedding fiasco those two old men still hope that I will marry my beloved, as if they couldn’t see the clear similarities of genitals between the two. As far as I know gay marriage is a big no no for the government, but try to explain that to two mentally retarded adults who seem to be too infatuated with their dreams of doing nothing while others work to listen to the truth.

I hate the look she gives me; all that pity and comfort does not look good on Akane. Don’t get me wrong, it is sweet in a way, just, aggravating. And there I go again, since when did I start using words like aggravating and why should I care about it? Because it is an unknown and I hate not knowing something, at least that’s how I feel now after a long introspection of myself after being forced into a hospital bed for a week.

We don’t talk on our way to school and even when we arrive it is the same song and dance of having to listen to the stupid rants of the most stupid man in this stupid planet. Thankfully, the walking garbage that is Kuno Tatewaki is easily disposed which leads us to the current point in time. Class time.

I remember a month ago how boring everything inside the classroom was, and still is in a way. Before I would have been blinded by the ‘lessons’ -if you can call them that- of my old man and how much time he focused into make me consider everything beyond the art to be a waste of time. From making friends to read manga, any time that wasn’t spend trying to make myself the greatest martial artist was seen with scorn, or worse, with punishment. That included anything that resembled education., but of course, this being my old man, it means that it was 10% true, 90% complete bullshit just to feed his own ego and avoid getting his head cut by my mother. Like with everything he had taught me, I decided to erase them from my mind once I came back from the hospital, it wasn’t that hard to reach a conclusion about that part of my life.

As far as I know, all the obligations thrown upon me due to my father and the stupid decisions he took, like the amount of fiancés popping up every day, new challengers trying to destroy the family art and the promise to my mother, they all became null and void the moment I died. Yes, that was a technicality, but it was a nice loophole that I had been planning for the last week or so.

Technically speaking, I had been declared dead by the paramedics on the way to the hospital, just to recover miraculously, as if some external force had said, no, this one won’t die yet. Still, it was something to think about, but for now, I just find enjoyment for the first time on the simple pleasure of learning something new every day. It was weird and almost inconsequential in the grand scheme of things, but boy was it fun, not only because it was helpful in the current world now that I was probably saved of the whole ‘choose your bride’ torment that I had been placed every day, but the simple pleasure of watching my old man lose his cool every single time he saw me studying or reading a new book.

The idiot panda thought that he could bully me into being the same stupid caricature of machismo as usual, the idiot had something else coming, the bruises I left on his body were a signal to everyone to never mess with me.

What is happening to me?

Am I the same as when I died? Am I me?

Before I can go with more existentialism I need to move a little to left and let the metal claw flying at me to pass harmlessly. Seems that even after death, more stupid people appear, now more than ever and there is nothing more stupid than the stupid idiot right now screaming at the top of his lungs.

“Saotome! Prepare yourself! How dare you play with Shampoo’s heart like this?” Every word he says, every single movement of his hands, every recrimination, every single fantasy that his deluded useless empty mind just makes my mind boil. I decided to end this quickly enough, so that’s what I will… shut him up! I quickly pull him by the chain enjoying the look of surprise, but before he can react I unleash a storm of hits onto his useless existence. Is there something wrong in me by enjoying the sound of his body getting hit by my fists? Probably, but who cares.

“Listen to me you piece of human garbage, I tried to tell you over and over that I don’t care one bit about that slut you are enamored so much with,” I say surprising myself by how easy it is to talk about someone else like this, but no matter I break the chain and take that very sturdy and useful metal claw and put it right in front of his eyes “but let me tell you something, do you know how amazing it is to come back from the dead? I can see things clearly for the first time, so let me educate you into how great it is, shall we?” I don’t know how scary my smile is right now, but apparently good enough to make Mousse faint.

What is going on with me?

How is this so easy?

Who changed me?

Am I still Saotome Ranma?

Who cares, let’s enjoy this brand new world.

Author's Note:

In my defense, this Ranma is not 1/2 anymore... really, I'm not even sure she is human anymore, maybe royalty? A Queen perhaps.

Comments

[badninja]

So some how the male half is dead and now Ranma is stuck in girl mode? This could be fun.

[diablo4000]

I'm trying to guess but Ranma was reborned with Sunset's soul?

[HB_DS2013]

8185323
8185333 At least Ranma died as himself. No more fiancees to worry about, no more idiot father and especially no more curse.

[Ebonheart]

Terrible tale of strange girl claiming to be a pony drowned here 4 thousand year ago?
... no probably not.
Either Sunset's soul swapped in or just a new ally against the vague bad guy...

[AdverseFlower95]

Seeing as this is an interlude and taking into account the Author's Note, I'm going to assume that this isn't Sunset or her soul, but a force that Sunset will need to face in the future.