Subject: [Fanfic][Ranma/Teaser] No title yet.
From: goldenavatar@juno.com (Golden Avatar)
Date: 11/15/1997, 2:25 PM
To: fanfic@fanfic.com

The sun rose slowly over Nerima, and the peaceful chirping of the birds
gently woke Ranma from his blissful sleep. He got up quickly and began
his early morning exercises. doing push-ups, crunches, and executing a
few basic punches and kicks to get the blood in his veins flowing
smoothly.

His father, in panda form, was still asleep, curled up in a fetal
position, calmly sucking on his hairy thumb. 'Stupid old man,' he
thought, 'maybe I should wake him.' He drew a fist back, ready to
bludgeon his own father to consciousness, but then stopped. "Nah." he
said softly. "Let him sleep."

He got dressed quickly and stepped out of his room, his eyes sighting a
door across the hall. "A....Akane.."  Ranma gazed longingly at Akane's
bedroom door. Imagining her sleeping peacefully in her cozy bed. Her
porcelain face relaxed and very angelic.

He stood just outside his room, dressed in his favorite red shirt and
black pants. He quietly walked towards her room and lifted his hand to
knock.  But stopped short. "What am I doing?!"  He whispered fiercely to
himself. Then he sighed and thought, 'I want to....but I just can't.'

He closed his eyes, trying to stop the flow of tears from coming, but a
small tear escaped flowing slowly down his cheek. 'Baka! *Real* Men don't
cry!' He hung his head low, dropped his hand, turned from the door, and
walked slowly away.

As he got farther from Akane's room, he began to speed up and half-ran
down the steps and bolted for the door leading outside. Not even noticing
Kasumi's cry of "Oh, my!" When she hit the ground firmly on her butt,
knocked over by his sudden exit.

The morning was cool and the chill air cleared the fog which had formed
in his mind. He walked calmly to the edge of the pond and folded his arms
across his chest. His eyes looked blankly into space, as thoughts whirled
in his head.

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Akane awoke abruptly, her eyelids flapping open. With a low groan, she
got out of the covers. It was cool in her room, and she shivered
slightly. She walked over to the window and sighed. It was a new day, and
something in her heart promised that this would be a day of revelations. 
Her eyes fell to the figure standing at the edge of the pond.

His stance was proud, almost cocky. His back straight, his legs together,
and his arms across his chest. The wind blew gently against him, making
his pigtail, seem to dance. Akane stared out the window in awe, it was
very rare that she could see Ranma like this.  Without the arrogance, and
the macho charade. 'He really is handsome...' she thought.

Ranma, with a grim look on his face, began to slowly stretch his muscles,
loosening the knots caused by sleep.  Urging the blood in his veins to
flow smoother, giving his body more nourishment and strength.

He fell into a standard fighting stance, right leg forward and knees
slightly bent, and began to throw punches and kicks at an invisible
opponent. Each movement precise and calculated.  As the speed and grace
of the kata increased, his hands and feet became a blur. A strike became
a block, and a block became a strike. He moved to a hidden rhythm. A
rhythm that he alone knew and mastered.

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That's all for now.  C&C would be appreciated at [goldenavatar@juno.com].

-Golden Avatar