As I told all of my readers in an A/N in 'Feelings', I was gonna rewrite the chapters, and here it is, the first chapter of 'Feelings, Rewrite'.

Chapter 1,

A Hero, Lost?

It is often said that there is no such thing as chance, that everything is controlled by a greater power. Many believe this greater power is called Fate, that everything has been predestined to happen as it does.

This, however, is only partially true. There is a system to which everything revolves around, for which every new life there is a death, for every right there is a wrong, for every shining light there is a darkness.

Balance...

Everything that was, that is, or that ever will be is bound to this one truth. Balance is what makes everything that it is. It is because of the darkness that light is able to shine, and it is because of that shining light that the darkness is created. Both may hate the other, and wish that the other did not exist, yet, without that opposite, neither could be, for they would have nothing to balance them, to give their existence meaning.

However, on the occasion, even this inescapable rule, though it cannot be broken, can be bent a little, creating an entirely new future.

Ranma Saotome, one of the greatest martial artists alive and heir to the Indiscriminate Grappling School of Anything Goes Martial Arts, watched helplessly as the moxibustion chart clenched in his teeth was shredded by the high velocity winds of the Hiryu-Shoten-Ha while he clutched his fiancee Akane Tendo to his chest. "The... The chart..." He thought as he watched with growing horror. "The chart that shows the Ultimate Weakness Moxibustion Point... My only hope to regain my strength is... is gone..." That one horrifing realization hit the young heir as he and Akane were hurled around like rag dolls in the raging twister.

On the ground, everyone watched with baited breath as the wind funnel continued to rage, having already disgoreged it's targets, the technique was beginning to die down, though it was still spitting out several articles that it had sucked up, including what seemed to be a brownish white confetti that started to drift lazily towards the ground. Narrowing her eyes in suspicion, Cologne used her walking stick to pogo to where one of the largest pieces, barely the size of a postage stamp, was fluttering towards the ground. Snatching the piece out of the air, the old woman studied it, her eyes widening a bit as her suspicions were confirmed. "Quickly, everyone!" Cologne called out, catching everyone's attention there. "You must retrieve that confetti! Without it, my son-in-law will die a weakling!" She ordered, all of the assembled youth obeying her commands and beginning to collect the miniscule pieces of parchment from the air.

Then, to everyone's growing horror, fate seemed to choose that moment to have it's way with them, and a strong gust of wind blew through, carrying the rest of the paper away before even half of it had been gathered, taking them to parts unkown. "Oh no..." Cologne breathed, feeling the first twinge of hoplessness since this whole fiasco had begun.

Ranma, having managed to catch everything that had gone on, felt his being filled with dispair as he managed to catch a bird's eye view of his one hope be scattered to the four winds. "It's all over... Without my art, I'm nothing..." He thought in sadness. "Akane... I'm sorry..." Looking down at the unconcious woman in his arms, he mentally shook off his negative feelings. "I can't give up yet! If nothing else, I'll protect Akane from harm!" He declared, firming his resolve as the last vestages of the tornado, which had carried the duo a couple hundred feet into the air, finally died away, leaving them with no support as the began to plummet to the ground. With a grim smile, Ranma protectivly wrapped himself around Akane, clutching her head to his chest as he began to fall backwards, preparing himself to use the last of what he had to shield Akane from the impact.

Everyone looked up, wondering just what Ranma was doing as the Hiryu-Shoten-Ha died away. "Uh-oh, they've got a rough landing coming up!" Ukyo exclaimed.

"Ranma may have it coming, but not Akane!" Ryoga yelled, clenching his fists. "Wait... What's Ranma doing?" He asked, noting with surprize when Ranma placed himself beneath Akane as they began to fall towards the ground, rapidly building speed.

"Quickly! We must do something to save them!" Cologne ordered as she and the other martial artists began to rush forward in an attempt to save the pair. Unfortunatly, they had taken too long in overcoming their shock, and before they could reach them, Ranma and Akane slammed into the crater creater by the Hiryu-Shoten-Ha with a sickening crunch.

Akane was jostled awake by a sudden, jarring impact that was almost enough to hurt. Her eyes fluttering open, the dark-haired girl sat up, blearily rubbing her eyes. "Wh-what happened? Did I pass out? Did we get the chart?" She asked herself.

"Hey... You ok Tomboy?"

Realizing for the first time that she was on top of someone, Akane looked down, seeing that it was Ranma that was beneath her. "Ranma! Did you manage to get the chart?" She asked, blinking.

Ranma smiled weakly up at his fiancee, his eyes half-lidded and dull. "Suh... Sorry... 'Kane..." He breathed, blood bubbling between his lips before trickling down across his left cheek.

"Ruh-Ranma?" Akane asked, her eyes widening in horror. "RANMA!" She yelled, grabbing at him desperatly.

"No child! Don't do anything or you may aggravate his wounds further!" Cologne yelled, reaching the duo before Akane could jostle the downed martial-artist. Placing her fingers gingerly on the side of his neck, Cologne noted with no small amount of relief that he did indeed still have a heartbeat, but she could tell that he was fading. "Quickly! We must get him to a doctor!" She yelled out.

Almost instantly, several teens showed up, bearing an armband with a cross on it. "Don't worry ma'am, we've already contacted the hospital, and they just sent out an ambulance which will be here shortly! In the meantime, we of the Furenkin Medical Club will take over care for the patient until they arrive, so please clear away!" One of the teens ordered as the others set about securing Ranma to a brace-board while another used a suction to draw the blood out of Ranma's airways before placing an oxygen mask over his face while Cologne pelled Akane away towards Ukyo and Ryoga.

Without warning, the ground not too far from the quartet erupted, and Happosai jumped out, looking hardly the worse for wear. "Ranma! I have come back from the depths of hell itself to get my revenge!" He bellowed, looking around for the cursed boy as he pulled out some fireworks, a sneer on his face.

"YOU!" Akane snarled, feeling her helplessness over Ranma's situation build into anger at seeing the current object of all their woes.

"What about me, sweet Akane?" Happosai asked, oblivious to the killer-intent that was pouring off her in waves.

Akane hung her head, trembling, looking over at Ranma with a side glance. "You... You're the reason why Ranma's like that! I'm gonna send you to Hell for real for what you've done to him!" She screamed, her ki manifesting itself as an aura of cold rage around her as she charged at the diminuitive headmaster, aiming a sweeping kick at him, which he jumped over, only to be smacked with her mallet, smashing him into the ground.

"HEEEY! What was that for?!" Happosai whined, rubbing his head as he sat up, rubbing his head.

"Because of what you did to Ranma! That's why!" Akane screamed, tears welling in her eyes as she pointed over to where Ranma was, just as an ambulance showed up, and a pair of paramedics jumped out to help the FMC with loading Ranma's still form into the back.

Happosai, for his part, was genuinly surprized. "What happened to the boy?" He asked, feeling a twinge of worry.

Now Akane began to cry freely. "Ranma got seriously hurt protecting me from the fall after that technique died out! And we don't even have anything to show for it, because the chart was shredded! This all wouldn't have happened in the first place if only you hadn't have placed that damned seal on him! I hate you!" She cried, dropping her mallet as she went to punch Happosai, only to be stopped as Ryoga grabbed her by the wrist.

"Akane, this isn't the way to do things, beating the old man up won't solve Ranma's problems." Ryoga consoled, images of Akane flinging herself into his arms to cry before declaring her undying love for him flitting through his head. Unfortunatly, the dreaded foot-in-the-mouth disease that all young men seem to have decided to strike just then. "Besides, after everything he's done, you've gotta wonder if Ranma deserved what he got." He unwisely said.

Hearing those words got Akane's bood to boiling again as she levelled an icy glare at Ryoga. "Ryoga you big jerk! He didn't deserve to be hurt like that!" She yelled, striking the cursed boy with a clean right hook, knocking him out before he realized what had happened.

Happosai whistled in appreciation. "Whew! To be able to knock out that boy like that with only one punch! She must really be worked up!" The diminuitive teacher mused.

Cologne, standing only a few feet away, shot Happosai a glare. "She's right though, if it'd hadn't have been for your foolishness, this would've never happened in the first place." She pointed out.

Happosai pulled out his pipe and lit up, inhaling deeply. "Yeah, but I wasn't expecting something like this to happen! It was an extreme stroke of bad luck on all parts- I was not intending for something like this at all." He defended,, blowing a smoke ring into the air.

Akane rounded on the little man, her anger growing. "Didn't mean for it to happen? DIDN'T MEAN FOR IT TO HAPPEN?! Well it did happen! And all because you were being petty!" She screamed, getting ready to attack Happosai once again.

Ukyo decided to take that time to step between the pair, holding her hands out in a placating manner. "Hey hey guys! Instead of fighting, why don't we go to the hospital to see how Ranma-honey's doing?" She asked, hoping that the mention of the pigtailed youth would help to simmer the fight that was threatening to explode.

"The Kuonji girl is right, we should really go check up on son-in-law." Cologne interjected, quietly thankful for Ukyo's timely intercession.

Akane nodded. "Well, what are you all waiting for?!" She asked, dashing off towards the hospital, the others hot on her heels.

The troupe had managed to reach Nerima's hospital in record time, and though they had managed to find out which emergecny room Ranma was located in, they found themselves blocked by several orderlies. This didn't help Akane's mood at all as they were refused entry. "What's going on? Why can't we go in to see him?" She demanded, her anger building, though underliend by a huge sense of worry- they never would do something like this if it wasn't bad.

Before any of the orderlies could answer, the door to the emergency room opened, and Tofu stepped out, wearing scrubs, with a despondant look on his face as he pulled off his mask. "Dr. Tofu? What are you doing here?" Akane asked, her sense of worry growing.

Tofu sighed, leaning up against the door he'd just come out of. "I was here, helping a colleague, when they rushed Ranma in, and I was drafted to the response team working on him, since I am his doctor, and because of my knowlage on the human body. We did all we could, however..." He trailed off, looking away as he removed his glasses to rub his eyes. "The internal damage is too great, along with all of his broken bones... Akane... It's a good thing you've shown up when you did. Ranma's regained conciousness, and he's in there asking for you. I was just coming out so that I could give you a call..." He looked up at the girl, who was beginning to tear up. "Were it anyone else, they'd be dead already. As it is, Ranma's only barely holding on, because of his intense training. I'm afraid..." He looked away again, stepping aside, learing the way for Akane. "... Afraid that he's not going to make it. And he's wanting to speak to you, alone." He finished, quietly opening the door.

"Ranma!" Akane cried out, rushing past Dr. Tofu into Ranma's room as the doctor closed the door behind her, giving her and Ranma some privacy. Seeing Ranma laying there, hooked up to several machines and covered in bandages, Akane choked back a sob as she approached him, sitting down beside the pigtailed youth's bed. "Ranma? Can you here me? I'm here Ranma." She said quietly.

Ranma's eyes weakly fluttered open, and he looked up into akane's face, still tracked with fresh tears. "Heh... What's this? Cryin' over me?" He weakly joked, struggling to lift his right hand.

Akane took Ranma's offered hand in both of hers, lifting it so that he could press the back of his hand against her cheek. "You baka, why'd you have to go and get hurt like that?" She asked, trying to smile, but only managing to burst into a fresh set of tears.

Ranma managed a small grin. "Hey hey, no more of that, alright? Ya know I can't stand to see ya cry..." He gently chided. "Akane... I just... Just wanted ta say... I'm sorry..." he managed to get out, feeling his lids become heavy.

Akane shook her head. "Ranma, please don't. You don't have to apologize for anything." She replied, her eyes shining.

Ranma's smirk grew a little more. "Y'know... I never knew how ya felt... But ya must've hated me... Though... I... From the moment I met ya... I was head over heels for ya... And woulda been proud... Ta call ya my wife, Akane..." He said his breathing becoming shallower.

Akane choked up, her tears running freely as she clenched her eyes shut. "Ranma, don't talk like your gonna leave! Your gonna get all better, and then we're gonna find a way to cure you of what that horrible old man did to you, and then we're gonna sort out all of the other messes, and then live happily ever after!" She exclaimed, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

"That... Sounds nice..." Ranma breathed, and then his hand went slack in Akane's grip as his eyes slid closed.

Akane's eyes snapped open as Ranma's hand went limp in hers. "Ranma? Ranma! No... Please... PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!" She cried out in anguish, collapsing on top of him, sobbing as the others burst into the room.

-TBC-

A/N- Heh, yeah, this version is definitly a lot better than my original! (at least, in my opinion). Anyway, please leave a review!