A fanfic by Shori Wong
"Meant for each other"

This story isn't really a Ranma fanfic, but I chose to use two names from the
Ranma universe. That gives me a better chance at having people read this ^_^
This is just an idea. I was wondering if this is a good prologue. Comments are
very welcomed.


  	  Akane peered over her shoulder as she raked the leaves and caught
sight of the sexiest man she had ever laid eyes on. Unfortunately, he was the
most arrogant, chauvanistic, pretentious pig she had the misfortune of living
next door to.
	  Ranma stepped out onto the porch and stretched his arms out. He was
clad in a robe where it was tied at the waist, and the front opened a bit to
reveal his deep chiseled chest. 
	  Sure, he’s good-looking, Akane thought, but he’s the biggest jerk
alive. I wish he would just go away.
	  Ranma picked up the rolled newpaper by his feet. As he straigthened
up, he turned his gaze toward Akane and caught sight of her as she stood there
staring at him.
	  "You see something you like?" he said, a wry smirk on his lips, his
eyes dancing with cynicism.
	  Akane cursed herself inwardly for blushing, but she managed to quickly
conceal the color flooding to her cheeks but turning her back toward him and
saying, "No. But I do see something I don’t like"
	  Ranma chuckled as he walked forward and leaned against the proch
fence, the front of his robe revealing more for the eyes to see. Luckily, she
had her back toward him. He smiled and continued the vocal battle they had every
morning, "Come to bed with me. Let me make made passionate love to you, like the
way you want me to"
	  Akane blushed beet red. She hated this man. How dare he say something
like that?! How dare he make her heart race and her hands sweaty?! How dare he
stand there, sexy as hell, yet his personality making her want to keel over and
lose her breakfast.
	  "I like that little outfit you’re wearing," Ranma said, still leaning
on the fence "But it would definitely look nicer all strewn about at the foot of
my bed"
	  Akane felt her knees getting weak. Her heart was racing faster than it
ever had. Her hands clutched at the rake tightly, her knuckles turning white.
She was using the rake as support. God, why does he have to be so good-looking?!
Is this some sick joke from god to test out my will power?! Well, God, you’re
not going to make me lose it! I will fight Ranma to the very end!! And drive him
out of this neighborhood!
	  Akane, knowing that Ranma was leaning over the low fence, spun around
and slapped Ranma in the face as hard as she could. The impact of her hand
connecting with his face was so intense that Ranma ended up falling forward and
onto her side of the lawn. 
	  She didn’t even bother to stay behind and let him react. Rather, she
quickly dropped the rake and ran into her house, not looking back. All she
managed to hear was "God fucking damnit, that fucking hurts!!!"
  Once inside, she leaned against her door, in case he had followed. But he
never did. She leaned against there for several long minutes, her heart racing.
Her hand hurt from hitting Ranma so hard. She looked at her hand and noticed how
red and swollen it was.
	  God, I hate Ranma. I wish he would just go away! Why do I have to live
next to someone like that?! Why?! Why did he have to say stuff like that, toying
with her heart?! Well, she will never give in to him! Never! Even if he did stir
in her these feeling she had never felt before. But she knew those feeling were
of shear revolsion and contempt toward him. Nothing else. If he changed and
treated her like some human being...
	  "What am I thinking?!" she said to herself, disgusted. She wanted
nothing to do with Ranma, let alone a relationship. She swore where she stood
that she would never get close to Ranma no matter what, that she wanted nothing
to do with him. He could go rot in hell for all she cared. She hated him.
  Ranma got back onto his feet, his let cheek stinging like crazy. He rubbed his
cheek once and winced as the pain shot through him. He chuckled a bit as he
picked the newspape back up and headed into his house. Once inside, he gently
closed the door behind him, looking back one last time to see if he could see
Akane looking out one of the windows. She was not.
	  He leaned against the door. 
	  God, he wanted her. He wanted her bad. No woman had made him feel this
alive in his life. She was the one for him. And he would get her no matter what.
All he would have to do is persuade her that they were meant for each other.
  

-Shori
"It is not foolish to be skeptic. 
View your skepticism at its source"
http://www.li.net/~jeffwong/shori.htm