Authors note:Well it took me long enough to get to this...sorry, personal life got all hectic and stressful like. Don't you just hate it when that happens? Anyhoo, this here fic is the sequel to my "Letters to Nabiki" series you don't need to read it to get what's happening here but it's recommended, ya know? Comments, questions and all that other fun stuff is welcome. However statements of loathing and hate will be scoffed at and set a flame...or fed to my dogs, most likely set a flame though...after all can't make my dogs sick now can I?

Disclaimer:Ranma 1/2 isn't owned by me, I'm using it without permission...come on people think about it, if I owned Ranma would I be writing fanfics? Honestly, how weird would that be. Oh the story is mine however.

AFTER THE LETTERS
chapter 1
A Ranma 1/2 Fanfic by Crikit

‘And in other ET news hot newcomers Nabiki Tendo and Matthew Turnblad are reported to be on their way to the wedding alter later this month in the actresses homeland of Japan. Representatives from both parties are only saying that yes the 2 are going on a vacation together but they can neither confirm nor deny the rumours.’

Home they say you can’t go back, and after what I just heard I don’t know if I want to. To think that I would marry a pompous jackass like him, the only reason I started going out with him was because my people said that it would be good for my image. You know the image of the hot new foreign actress going out with another hot new comer who just also happens to be the son of a movie legend would be a good thing for me to do, so I did. But to think that after only going out a month or so I would marry him, get real!

He’s only going to Japan with me for three reasons those reasons of course being we both have movies to promote, he’s going to be my date at Ranma and Akane’s wedding, and he’s also going to be my date to Kasumi’s wedding. Why my sisters decided to get married in the same month is beyond me, but whatever. Speaking of sisters I can’t remember if I told them what time our plane was coming in or not.

“Mic.”

She appears as soon as she hears her name, looking her usual put together self. I have no idea how I ended up with an assistant or a friend like her. “Yes?”

“I can’t remember did I phone my sisters to tell them what time the plane touched down?”

Mic smiles slightly and shakes her head. “No you didn’t…” I hear that and freak, I’m dead. “I did a couple of days ago because I knew you forgot. Oh and I’m supposed to tell you that you’re dogs are at the house waiting for you and Ranma says he’s glad you don’t have cats…whatever that means.”

I can’t help but smile when I hear what Ranma said about the cats, it doesn’t sound like things have changed all that much since I’ve been gone. That thought scares me a little though. What if none of them have changed and I have? What if I no longer fit in? Not that I ever did in the first place. I was always more concerned with money and keeping my image of being a self serving bitch up that I never bothered to fit in with my sister or their friends or my own friends for that matter. The only person I could be real with is the one person I want to avoid when I get home, Tatewaki Kuno.

It’s been two years since I last saw him, last talked to him, in fact since I’ve had anything to do with him. I can still remember that last day that we spent together, it’s so clear that it feels like it happened yesterday. How am I going to face him, well maybe I won’t have to. I’ll just avoid any place that I know he’ll be, except that won’t work because then I’d have to avoid the weddings which would have me disowned. I guess I’ll just have to deal with Kuno when the time comes.

“So Nabiki what are they like?” Mic asks as she lugs the suitcases to the door.
“What are who like?”

“Your family and friends. What are they like?”

What are my family and friends like, that’s a good question…how do I answer that? Do I say oh you know they’re your typical Japanese family…that is if typical includes a future brother-in-law who will also be a sister-in-law, and a group of people who call each other friends and then try to kill on another. “Uh, they’re different.”

“Different how?”

She really doesn’t know when to give up, “It’s hard to explain. They’re just different let’s just leave it at that.”

“Oh okay.” She stops for a second unsure of how to continue. “So, uh, how do you think they’ll react to what we just heard. The rumours bound to hit Japan by the time we get there.”

“My family should be okay. They all know the truth, so it’s not them I’m worried about.”

“It’s the media right? You’re worried about them. Well don’t be as long as we know the truth it doesn’t matter what they think.”

“Yeah it’s the media.” I lie, in truth I could care less what the media says or thinks about me. And my family knows everything about the so called relationship I’m in so they’re ready for anything that comes out of the media about us. No the one I’m worried about is the one person I probably shouldn’t worry about, after all it’s over.

“Nabiki, the taxi’s here, lets go.”

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She’s coming back after two years my love is finally returning to me. Oh Nabiki how I’ve missed you so. Everyday since your departure has been a living nightmare for me. Those other girls they all meant nothing to me, they don’t mean anything to me. They just helped me through the pain of your departure. What fate, what god has played a part in reuniting us? For I truly would like to thank them.

My dear one, for the part two years it has been like I’ve living in a void, unable to break free. But now with the news of your return that void has been vanquished, and I am able to see thing that I have been able to see for the longest of days.

Oh who am I kidding? I haven’t talked like that since well since just before Nabiki and I became a couple. After we hooked up the need to defend and hide my true self was no longer needed, so I dropped the Shakespeare stuff almost as easily as it started. So then why after more then four years of not uttering a word that sounded even remotely like I used to talk do I suddenly feel the need to start it up again?

I know why it’s because of her and what she does to me. Nabiki could always get me to do anything, from buying pictures of her sister and Ranma to heckling actors in high school plays. She got me to do it and she always made me feel alive. Then she left and it felt like my world ended, I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep. For months all I did was think about the past and moments that I spent with her, trying to figure out what I could have done differently what I could have said to maker her stay. There was nothing though, nothing that I would done differently, nothing I could have said. Eventually I got on with my life, found a job in modeling and acting (only in Japan mind you) did things that kept me busy so I wouldn’t have time to think about her. It worked most of the time, I only thought about her when I wasn’t doing anything, or spending time with her family, oh and of course when I saw a picture or something that she had a part in. Now that I think about it I still thought about her quite a bit.

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“Kay just let me make sure I’ve got this straight. Your sisters are Kasumi and Akane. Akanes fiancée is Ranma, and Kasumi’s is Dr. Tofu…why would your sister want to marry a guy named after a health food is beyond me. Oh and your dad’s name is Soun. Anything else I should know??

“Not that I can think of. Anyone else that you’ll meet I’ll introduce you to.” I reply without looking up from my magazine.

Mic looks down at her magazine for a second then turns to look back at me. “Are you sure? What about your friends, shouldn’t I know a little bit about them or for that matter their names.”

“Actually I don’t think I’m going to see any of my friends when I’m there. I kind of didn’t keep in touch with them.” I lie it’s not entirely true. I did keep in touch with the couple of friends that I had and they all know that I’m going to be in town but all of them are busy and won’t be able to get together. I’m not about to tell Mic that, she’d think I’m some kind of loser.

“What about boyfriends, will I get to meet any of the exes?”

Can I kill her now please? “No, no, and no. There isn’t a snowballs chance in hell that we’ll see him. Okay well we’ll see him but there is no way that I or for that matter you will talk to him.”

Mic stares at me for a second eyes wide mouth hanging open. “Him? Nabiki I said boyfriends, meaning more then one. Are you telling me you only had one boyfriend when you were younger?”

I feel a slight blush creeping into my face, and suddenly wish I could hide, or die…whatever ones easier. “Well, uh, maybe that’s what I was telling you, or maybe I was joking. Did you stop to think about that? I was joking….hahaha,er,hehe.”

Mic continues to stare and then shakes her head. “You don’t joke remember? You told me that yourself. Don’t worry Nabiki I think it’s kind of cute that you only had one boyfriend. It was a long term thing right? ‘cause if it wasn’t well then it would go from being cute to being a little weird.”

I smile slightly at her. I told you she was a good friend. “I guess you could say it was long term.”

“So…”

“So what?”

“Are you going to tell me about him or am I going to have to bug you for the rest of the flight until you do? You know I will.”

“Fine you win.” I sigh slightly and try to think of where to start. “His names Tatewaki Kino. We grew up together, sort of…”

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I’m anxious. We haven’t talked to each other since the break up, and I’m dying to know if she’ll talk to me now. I tried to email her a few times you know just to see how she was doing and stuff like that. For some reason though I was never able to hit send, instead I would delete it and pretend that it was never written. I guess my thinking was that sending and email to the only girl that I ever loved that said ‘hey how ya doing?’ just seemed wrong.

Nabiki, just thinking her name makes me happy, I wish we tried to work it out instead of calling it quits like we did, but it was what she wanted, and I’ve never been able to deny her anything. I still think about the day of the break up almost constantly and the tears streaming down her face, tears that I caused. We both said things we shouldn’t have, did things we shouldn’t have….