Disclaimer: I don't own Ranma or One Piece.
((Thoughts))
"Dialogue"
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Nodoka looked down at her son, who sat on her lap, he was now five years old and she was very proud of him, he was going to grow up to be very handsome.
((He looks just like his father; they have the same cheerful attitude and the same confidence emanating from their eyes…))
"Momma?" asked the young boy looking up at his mother
"What is it my dear?" asked Nodoka
"When I'm big can I become a pirate?" questioned Ranma
"Hmmm… You must be very strong to become a pirate, so yes you can become one." answered Nodoka thinking of the boy's father
"Momma?" said Ranma again
"Yes?"
"Can I become King of the Pirates, like Gold Roger?" asked the small Ranma with hope filling his eyes, "Can I find the One Piece?"
"You can do anything you want Ranma when you have the will and the courage to do it." replied Nodoka patting her son's head
"Nodoka, with what idiotic ideas are you filling my son's head again? This damned pirate stories?" asked a man who just entered the room, he was rather fat, was wearing a white gi and had a bandanna covering his head.
"No, husband." responded the woman, "I just told him about my youth, so he can remember me better when you two are away."
"Okay…" said Genma suspiciously, "Boy, say goodbye to your mother, we are going on a training trip."
"Mom?"
"Goodbye son, we are going to see us soon again."
"I don't want to go!" replied the boy with tears in his eyes
Nodoka leaned forward and whispered into Ranma's ear, "What did I tell you, you need to be strong to be a pirate and this training trip is going to make you strong. Make me proud Ranma."
"O-okay momma!" replied Ranma
"That is my son! Now go to your father." said Nodoka smiling
The young boy jumped of her lap and walked to Genma, "Nodoka, you made a wise decision; I will make a powerful martial artist out of him."
With that both of them left, leaving Nodoka alone in the living room of their house.
"Why did you have to leave for the Grand Line…? I would have married you, even as my parents protested about our relationship…" said Nodoka to herself, "When you left I had to marry the man my parents engaged me with when I was born even if I didn't love him… My father would have killed me if he had discovered that I was pregnant with your child."
Nodoka stood up and walked to the stairway in the corridor, she went upstairs to the attic of the house. The woman went to the far left corner of the room where a small chest was hidden, she reached into her pocket and took out the key to the box, she kneeled down, unlocked it and she could see several old photos and letters.
Nodoka reached for the photos, they showed her together with a tall man who had bright red hair, he wore a white shirt and black pants, he had a cheerful smile on his face and three scars going down his left eye, on his head was a straw hat.
Next she took one of the letters into her hands and put the pictures next to her on the ground; she opened it and began to read,
In the silence of the beach I took in your fragrant breath and Can you sense my presence as you sleep tonight? What elixir have you hypnotized me with?
We kissed for the first time
A brief taste of love painted across my lips
Our passions became lost in the waves
For my shadow is gently blowing through your hair
For I'm drunk with desire for you
You're the thief that has stolen my heart away
Tears began to appear in her eyes as she took the next letter,
I watch you sleep
And taste the gleaming moonlight licking at your skin
Capturing every delicate feature of your face
Your shadow is a rare desert flower dancing on a warm gentle breeze Wake up in my arms, my darling!
And your spirit a sparkling waterfall where angels go to weep You are an unending storm deep in my fragile soul
And your love softly decorates my crumpled tears
And embrace the longing that devours my heart
Nodoka let the letters drop to the ground and wept for her old love, "Shanks, I still love you so much, I can't bear it but I have to be strong for our son…"
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Author's Note: The poems are not from me.