Ranma 1/2 Fanfic "as yet untitled"
Written by Asayogure
Chapter 1 part 1 of Series "untitled as of yet"---suggestions are welcome
* I refuse to put any standard disclaimers here, You all know who created
Ranma, and we all know that the chances of me being successfully
prosecuted are like 1000000000-1, so there!*
***authors note, THIS IS NOT! a lemon, it is only a romantic fanfic, if it
was a movie I would rate it PG, okay maybe PG-13, also please keep in mind
that I wrote this entire thing while grinning insanely, and listening to
happy upbeat Ranma soundtracks! ^_^***
*Start*
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Pre-dawn in the tendou dojo. A traditional Japanese room, floored
with tatami and outfitted with shoji doors. Ranma is lying on his back with
one arm draped over his eyes and the other sprawled at a 90 degree angle
from his body. Genma preferring to sleep as a panda, since it is so much
warmer, is curled up about a meter from Ranma facing away from him, snoring
loudly. Ranma miraculously enough, has managed to stay male throughout the
night, but has however, managed to kick the covers off of himself, and is
shivering slightly on his futon. The window is open to the crisp spring-like
air, and the beginnings of the daily chirping of the neighborhood birds can
be heard faintly.
Genma raises a massive paw to scratch an itch idly in his sleep,
letting it fall with a *thump*. While not a loud noise, with Ranma's
life-time of training, it was enough to wake him instantly.
Sitting bolt upright, his eyes snapped open, his hands up in a
defensive position, and his heart beat wildly as his still groggy
mind and eyes scanned the room for the unknown threat. Glancing over
at Genma realization hit him, "Stupid old man!" he thought, glaring at
his father, " he just lives to torment me, "he mumbled.
Ranma debated with himself whether or not to attack his father for
awaking him, or to try to go back to sleep, sleep won. Rolling over he
pulled the covers back up and closed his eyes trying to go back to sleep.
His mind however was now wide awake and ready for action. Rolling back to
lie flat on his back with a resigned *sigh*, Ranma allowed his thoughts to
drift where he usually forbade them. He started to think about the one thing
in his life that he had no control over, and had absolutely no idea how to
deal with..............he thought of Akane. Images and memories of her
flooded his mind in rapid fire, her beautiful smile, her cute haircut, every
detail of her face , mind and body, his minds eye traced every detail that
he knew of her, and he blushed when he remembered just how much he knew,
remembering their first encounter as opposite sexes. How shocked he had
been to see her out of her gi, and her turning out to be so.......well cute!
With another *sigh* Ranma let his fantasy of her speak to him, not really
anything intelligible, all he really wanted was to hear her soft lilting
voice speaking to him, as he had heard her speak to her other friends and
loved ones. He just wanted to have a conversation with her, to hear her
speak with neither anger nor sarcasm. Just to have a normal conversation
with the girl he was supposed to marry.
Drifting back to the night before in his thoughts, he winced as he
recalled it's outcome, smacking himself mentally, and cursing himself
for his ineptness concerning interaction with other people. Ranma
replayed the night before in his mind, trying to see what he had done
wrong, and how he should have done things differently............
::Early evening at the Tendou dojo, Soun and panda Genma are on the
porch playing GO as usual, and cheating as usual. Nabiki in her trademark
"lazy" clothes, IE short shorts and an off the shoulder halter top, is in a
corner of the family room, doing her leg exercises, neither Akane nor Kasumi
are anywhere to be seen. Ranma is outside in the yard next to the koi
pond, wearing a blue version of his silk traditional Chinese sleeveless
shirt, and his trademark black pants, he is standing with his feet shoulder
width apart, facing a wooden pole exactly his height wrapped with rope on
the top. He is rotating his body and alternating smashing his left and
right steel-like fists into the rope wrapped part. The wind is blowing
faintly carrying the scent of flowers and the promise of a beautiful
spring, a fish in the koi pond leapt, and the wind chimes ring.
Shattering this perfect moment of tranquillity came the feminine cry of
"Dinner's ready!" Ranma without missing a beat recoiling his left fist
from a punch, changed the right strike to a chop, his palm facing upwards
and his hand like a knife edge, the pole looked unaffected for a moment,
then a hairline angled cut appeared, and the top of the pole slid off
slowly, hitting the ground with a *plop*. With a self satisfied grin on
his face, Ranma turned and leapt the few meters from his spot to his
customary seat at the table, next to Akane.
The rest of the family converging at the table as well, Nabiki
plopping herself unceremoniously at her spot, Soun taking his place at the
head of the table with dignity, leaving Genma the opportunity while his
back was turned to move a few of the game pieces. Genma taking his seat
next to Soun grabbed a kettle of hot water seemingly out of nowhere and
poured it on himself, changing back to his human form, but most importantly
gaining the hands with which he could feed himself the fastest. Ranma
moving his head back and forth quickly scanning the room for something,
voiced his growing dread hesitantly, " W- where's ...A-akane?"
"Why, she's right here." Kasumi said coming rounding the kitchen
entrance, gesturing behind her. As Kasumi started setting everyone's
places Ranma glanced over her shoulder, Akane was standing sort of uneasily,
and was clutching a steaming plate, containing he could only guess, was
some sort of food substance... hoping against hope, Ranma looked back at
Kasumi to see if she had set his place yet, seeing the table all set out and
Genma already doing his impersonation of a vacuum cleaner, Ranma noticed a
conspicuous absence of a plate in front of himself.
A large sweat drop formed on the back of Ranma's head. Akane, not
having said a word during this small pause, stood rather stiffly. A faint
sheen of sweat kissed her forehead, and she looked somewhat worried. Ranma
however missed all these details as his eyes and nose informed him that
Akane had been cooking again.
A sickly grimace appeared on his face, as his brain sorted rapid
fire through a list of possible excuses he could use to leave the table.
"Akane has been working really hard all evening, Ranmá" she pronounced the
last A in his name harder, snapping him out of his "deer-caught-in-the-
headlights" impersonation. "She made it just for you, isn't that sweet?!"
Again that hard tone to Kasumi's voice indicated to Ranma the he had better
behave. Stuttering he managed to choke out, "T-thank Y-you, A-akane"
Akane knelt beside her future husband, and hesitantly placed the plate of
weird looking food before him, along with a pair of chopsticks. Soun from
behind a fountain of tears sputtered out, "Oh my girl, my girl, is growing
up, wah ha ha, I'm so proud!" Tears streamed down his face as he looked
upon his youngest daughter's obvious display of affection for Ranma.
Nabiki just stared expectantly, and Genma's munching slightly registered
in the back of Ranma's mind.
"Well go on, Ranma," Kasumi prompted, her voice again gentle. With
an audible *gulp* and a visible reluctance, Ranma separated his chopsticks
and lowered them down slowly to the steaming mound of whatever-it-was.
Akane unnoticed by the rest of the family still kneeling beside Ranma
clenched her tiny hands into fists and felt her whole body go ridged. Her
face animated with hope. "I hope, I hope, I hope, please, please, please,
please," she thought to herself. As he raised the parcel of food to his
mouth, a collective gasp was heard, as everyone (except Genma, who at the
moment was moving his hands so fast feeding his face, that they were
becoming a blur.) held their breath. Placing the food in his mouth he let
it rest on his tongue, trying to use will power to swallow it. But the
sensations overcame him, and he fainted, falling backwards.
Sitting up he politely pushed the plate away from himself mumbling,
"thank you Akane it is errr, good, but I'm not feeling to well all of a
sudden, I think I'll skip dinner, and um *with his hand behind his head* and
go see if Ryouga is around anywhere." "At least I know he can eat this
stuff," Ranma thought to himself. Ranma, as he moved to get up, completely
missed the single tear sliding down Akane's cheek. Akane was thinking to
herself, "NOW what did I do wrong?!" Her emotions in upheaval she replaced
these unfamiliar feelings with those that she knew, she started to grow
angry. "He didn't even give it a chance and I worked really hard, TOO,"
she thought to herself. Turning to face him as he made his get-away, she
whipped out her trusty mallet and punted him into next week, yelling,
"Ranma you jerk!!!!" As he sailed away, Ranma managed to yell back,
"Uuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnncuteeeeeeeeeeee!" ::
Snapping back to himself, Ranma again mentally smacked himself for
his knee-jerk-foot-in-the-mouth reaction that Akane's cooking seemed to
bring out in him. He knew damn well in his secret heart, that she was
trying so hard to cook for HIM, and if not out of, L-love, then out of a
genuine wanting to show Ranma affection somehow.
Muttering to himself, Ranma rolled back till his lower body, and
legs were off the floor, then placing his hands astride his head, he
reversed his momentum, and pushed with his hands at the same time,
effectively launching himself onto his feet, perfectly balanced and poised
as usual. Ranma headed off in the direction of the bath, intent on soaking
away his worries as well as any dirt. Passing Genma on the way out he
swiftly kicked the Panda in the butt. *Smirking to himself* Ranma walked out.
Genma still sound asleep, simply scratched the injured area absently and
rolled over again.
Silent as a ninja, Ranma practiced his stealth as he slinked down
the hallway. Not one to ever tell the old man, but Ranma did listen to the
things that Genma said, and while he knew that most of it was just his
stupid rambling, some things Genma said rang true. One of them being his
saying, " A true martial artist can turn any experience, no matter how
difficult or unpleasant into training...." Ranma early in life had taken
that to heart, running along fence tops to practice his balance, and in
situations such as this early morning when everyone was still asleep, he
liked to practice stealth, or ninjitsu.
However he froze in his exercise as he caught out of the corner of
his eye, the blue woodcut duck scrawled with Akane's name hanging on her
door. Impulse overcame reason, and Ranma ever so quietly slinked up to her
door, and quietly let himself in. "Just to check on her, and make sure
Mr. P isn't in there" he told himself. Lowering his eyes to the floor as
he did so, in case Akane while sleeping, had managed to uncover any...
sensitive areas. He closed the door behind himself, and just stood there,
at the doorway listening to her breathe. Smirking inwardly to himself he
thought, "She would kill me if she found me in her room just staring at her."
Ever so slowly, he raised his eyes, starting at the foot of her bed.
Where her feet were, he raised his gaze, noting how unlike him she was, in
that she usually managed to keep her covers on herself while sleeping,
" I guess she isn't violent all the time," he thought. With relief his
gaze reached her torso, and he noted that she was fully clothed in her
yellow pajamas with the pigs on them, letting out the breath he hadn't even
known he was holding with a *whew* he froze, terrified that the sound had
awakened her. Glancing at her face he relaxed as he saw her eyes still
closed. He also smirked outwardly as he noted the absence of "P-chan", and
saw that instead she was cuddling one of her spare pillows to her tightly,
he also noticed that she was mumbling as she slept. Curious he crept closer
to her bed to hear what she said.
Taking a seat gingerly on the edge of her bed. He took the time to
stare unashamedly at her beautiful features. Noting how her soft hair
framed her face so perfectly on the pillow as she slept, and how even when
closed her eyes were still beautiful, and her lips were turned upward
slightly at the corners in a sort of half smile as she slept, then he noticed
something else, she was...Blushing! Snapping out if his reverie, he
listened to what she was saying, most of it was too garbled to discern,
but a few bits and pieces managed to come through. ......" R-ranma.....
.......why?!.......what ...........how can I?...............oh Ranma.....I
...............don't you know.............I L.........," rolling over the
last thing she was trying to say was lost into the pillow. To himself,
"She's, ...........she's dreaming about...........ME??!" Listening again
he caught his name again, this time followed by a sound he had never
heard from Akane before, after speaking his name, a sort of contented
*sigh!*
A slow grin spread across his face as he heard that sigh, it was
the most beautiful sound he had ever heard in his entire life! Reaching
down hesitantly he moved his hand to her head, and softly stroked her
hair out of her face. "She's so cute sometimes...it's hard to believe
that this Akane and the one that is always hitting me in the head are
one and the same person," he thought to himself. Worry of discovery was
starting to nag at his mind though, and with a disappointed *sigh* he got
up from her bed, not making a sound as he did so, he opened her door, all
the while keeping his gaze on her, and let himself out, just as quietly as
when he had entered, all Akane did was roll over again, and continue
whatever dream she was having.
Now even more out of balance than before Ranma desperately needed
to unwind. Intent on relaxing in the bath for awhile he entered the
changing room, and shucked off his boxers and tee shirt he had slept in,
tossing them casually over his shoulder as he went into the main bathroom.
Starting the flow of hot water that would fill the furo for the day,
Ranma sat down on one of the wash stools and began to thoughtfully scrub
himself clean. "Why, oh why am I so shook up now? Why should I care if
she dreams about me? Can it be that I really do care for that uncute
tomboy? Naw, it must be something else, maybe an aftereffect of her
cooking?" He muttered to himself while scrubbing, after awhile the
furo was full and he dumped a pail of cold water over himself to rinse
away the soap, hardly even noticing the change now, as when by himself
and with no mirror present, and no one to remind him that he was now a
girl, the effects of the curse were subtle enough as to be unnoticeable
now to him. Plodding over to the furo, Ranma slowly lowered himself
into the almost scalding water, wincing as it snaked it's way up his
nervous system, leaving a tingling sensation in it's wake, finally he
was up to his neck, and he collapsed against the furo wall and tried to
rebalance his now chaotic mind.
An unknown amount of time passed, Ranma shutting out all outside
influence, and shutting out even his own thoughts. Letting the warmth
of the furo soak into himself, ever since Jusenkyo, Ranma had hated
being cold, mostly because cold now to him meant changing the warmer the
better as far as Ranma was concerned. Ever so slightly almost
hesitantly Ranma raised hishead up, then his torso out of the
inviting water.
Looking much calmer he climbs up the steps leading out of the furo.
Steam emanating off his now almost pink skin, in the chilled air of the
much cooler bathroom. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he padded out
of the bathroom. Still walking so as to make the minimal amount of noise,
Ranma headed for his room.
Sliding open the shoji he entered the Tendou guestroom made into
an almost-permanent residence with the Saotome presence in it. Moving over
to the dresser where he kept his clothes, no longer quieting his movements
since he didn't care if he woke the old man up or not, and besides he could
sleep through anything. Quickly dressing himself, choosing his
traditional outfit, but with a ivory white version of his Chinese silk
sleeveless shirt, with gold ties in front and an ebony black interior.
Now suitably dressed for the day. Ranma's stomach rumbled,
reminding him that not only did he skip dinner last night, (due to the
fact that he was in low earth orbit, playing human satellite) but he needed
breakfast as well. He steeled himself against the hunger however since he
knew that Kasumi although usually first up in the household, wouldn't have
breakfast ready for at least another hour and a half, half an hour after
she woke up as usual. So he headed downstairs to think.
Walking down the stairs a mischievous grin appeared on Ranma's face
and he hopped up onto the banister and with his indoor house slippers on,
sliding down the rest of the way. Reaching bottom much faster. "Heh, still
got it!" he remarked to himself. Ranma usually refrained from any
acrobatics in the house, since that one time when he had plowed into
Kasumi almost knocking her over, when he was leaping down the stairs,
since his code of honour would never allow him to injure anyone whom
could not defend themselves, even accidentally, especially a woman,
and especially someone as sweet and innocent as Kasumi. Ranma started
to wander in and out of the various rooms of the Tendou residence,
memories overtaking him as he recalled all the things that had happened
there.
Stopping in front of the frame to the shoji leading to the backyard,
he ran his hand over the noticeably newer wood of the left side, where
Shampoo's bonbori had smashed through, when she was trying to kill Akane
that day she had showed up from China. In fact there were little patches
of new all over the Tendou residence, especially in the dojo, where either
due to circumstances beyond their control or overeager training, Ranma or
others had managed to destroy parts of it.
Ranma's wandering lead him back to the shoji again, and he opened
them this time. Stopping just to look. He had intended to go to the
dojo and run through a few katas, but he just started to stare at the
beauty that confronted him.
With dawn just barely starting to alight the sky, the world was
truly a beautiful place. The wind had died down to a whisper, and
everything was silent. The pink buds on the cherry tree were silhouetted
in what little light the dawn was giving, and seemed to be glowing with a
life of their own, contrasting sharply with the greener but dull new leaves
that were also growing. The koi pond was an odd shade of blue-green.
It seemed to be made of ice, and with such crisp air the entire world seemed
to be sharply in focus. "Wow" Ranma murmured.
Almost as if in a trance, he walked solemnly to the edge of the koi
pond and stared into its depths, hardly even breathing. Ranma tried to
become part of the silence as he sat down on a nearby rock and began to
meditate, the world seemed to freeze as Ranma slipped into himself.
Time passed and the wind picked up, and the sun's hues became more
radiant, the birds began their daily serenade. Ranma came back to himself
with a start, when he felt the suns first rays peeking over the boundary
wall. Stretching and yawning, he looked around as he did so. The bird's
song's lifting his spirits noticing that the silent world had fled and a
more vibrant and alive world had taken it's place.
His heart froze though as he shifted his gaze to his left and
beheld what was there. Akane was sitting on a rock right next to his!
In the same kind of meditating trance that he had assumed moments earlier.
"She must have come down when I was meditating," he thought to himself.
Taking another opportunity to stare, Ranma allowed his eyes to play over
her delicate features. Her eyes were shut, and fluttering slightly, her
hair had obviously just been brushed, as it was shining vibrantly in the
early morning light, the light bouncing off of her hair making it seem
alive. Her skin (all that was visible to Ranma outside of her standard
red belt clad gi, anyway,) was covered with goose pimples, reacting to the
cool morning air, he supposed.
Akane had come out of her own trance the second Ranma had yawned
and stretched, some instinct though had urged her to remain as she was.
So she stayed motionless, her back straight and her legs crossed
underneath her, with her head lolling down onto her sternum. A small
shiver of electricity ran down her spine as she thought to herself,
" Why is he looking at me like that? Can it be oh, can it be that he
really doesn't think that I am all that uncute?" Her breath came in
shallow heaves and her skin was going all goose pimply, not because of
the cold, but because of the attention that Ranma was paying her.
Finally she couldn't stand it any longer, and playacting she
imitated his movements from earlier. Opening her eyes she met Ranma's
gaze, and the two just looked at each other shyly. Raising his arm behind
his head, Ranma cleared his throat. "hu hmm, heh, wahcha doin' up this
early, A-Akane?" , " W-What are you looking at?" he asked. Akane blushed
and turned her gaze down, suddenly finding the grass very interesting.
"Well since she's already up, and out here," Ranma thought to
himself. "Um A-Akane?" He voiced hesitantly. "Y-Yes" she answered.
Smacking himself mentally, Ranma forced the words out in a rush,
" Wouldyouliketogopracticewithme?" Once done he exhaled rather loudly,
*whew* He thought, "Well, at least she can't say I never offered,"
he fully expected a sarcastic remark or her refusal. He stood up on
suddenly shaky legs.
Ranma stood above her looking down at her with those blue-gray
eyes of his. "He is waiting for an answer!" her mind shouted at her.
She was however, too confused to respond intelligently. "Why is he being
so nice to me?" she thought. Chalking it up to the absurd, Akane simply
nodded her head.
Shock emanated through Ranma. He had expected her to refuse!
While training with his father for 10 years had made Ranma an excellent
and powerful martial artist, those years hadn't prepared him to interact
with other people. Slowly and hesitantly Ranma extended his hand to Akane.
Akane for her part was beside herself, "Ranma is being so nice to me!
Is this his way of trying to say he is sorry?"
Also as hesitantly, and overriding her pride, Akane extended her
hand, allowed Ranma to help her to her feet. His touch was electric on
her skin, Ranma tightening the muscles in his arm, effortlessly lifted her
to her feet. Embarrassed he dropped her hand and turned his back to her
and began to walk in the direction of the dojo. Partly because he really
did need to train, and partly to hide the rampaging blush spreading over
his features. Akane as well was still standing where he had lifted her,
also blushing furiously. " I think that that is the first time Ranma has
ever touched me, without it being necessary!" She was reeling.
Unsteadily she walked on her wobbly legs to the dojo. Peering inside she
saw Ranma was already running through a kata, warming up.
So she decided to just watch for the moment. Akane realized that
she had never really watched Ranma when he practiced.she was usually too
busy being jealous of his skill, or busy trying to beat him up for his
latest insult. "Wow!" She thought, "He moves like a dancer..." Watching
Ranma move through a simple for him, but extremely acrobatic and difficult
kata for her, she couldn't help but admire his skill. About five minutes
later Ranma finished his warm-up kata, and facing the dojo shrine bowed.
Akane couldn't help herself, as giddy as she was feeling, she clapped!
Ranma looked up, and seeing her there, broke out in a grin, and also blushed
slightly.
"C-Can you teach me how to do that?" she asked. Ranma now in
familiar territory replied more confidently, "Sure Akane, but first we
should stretch out your sleepy muscles, eh?"
"Okay" she stuttered. Stepping through the doorframe, Akane bowed
facing the dojo interior, and stepped onto the main floor. Cinching her
belt up tighter and tucking the loose parts back into place, she sat down
and kicked out her legs, and started to reach for her toes on her left and
right sides. Ranma just sat cooling his heels, well squatted actually,
and watched her stretch.
"Want me to help you, Akane?" He asked. Although Ranma had never
actually helped any of the other all to few students he had trained, to
stretch, whether they were male or female, Akane did not know that, and
grinning slyly he also admitted to himself, seeing that this was one of
the rare times when they were alone together, that he also wanted to be
able to touch her without that damn mallet of hers smacking him into next
week! "I have got to ask her where the hell she keeps that thing someday,"
he thought wryly.
"S-Sure...." Akane whispered still facing the floor. "Oh my god he
is going to touch me again," she thought as her heart leapt into her throat
and her adrenaline level rose several levels. Shifting so that her back
was facing him, she leaned forward again, and Ranma, needing no further
encouragement placed his hands on her back, and applied pressure. The only
person that he had ever partner stretched with was Genma, so he was a
little surprised when Akane *yelped* from under his pressure. Looking down
he saw a slight grimace on her face.
"Oh shoot! I hurt her already!" Furious with himself, Ranma quickly
stood up, and started to form an apology. " A-Akane, I-I'm so sorry!
I-I-I " hanging his head he closed his eyes and resigned himself to the
mallet attack about to crash into his skull. A few seconds passed,
Ranma was still standing...looking up he saw Akane just staring at him,
with an expression he could only describe as concern or forgiveness, or
something else that he wasn't even ready to *think* about yet.
"It's okay Ranma just be a little more gentle with me okay? I am
not as strong as a mule, ya know," she smirked, making him blush using one
of his own insults against him. But inside her head, her world was
spinning! In her state of mind her knee-jerk reaction to his clumsiness
had been delayed, so Ranma had been able to apologize..."That was so sweet!
He actually thought he hurt me! He even tried to apologize, and was ready
to accept punishment!" Using a supreme control that she didn't even know
she possessed, Akane overrode her mind and body's commands to leap into his
arms and hug him to death.
Moving woodenly Ranma moved back into position behind Akane, and
placed his hands again onto her back. Applying the gentlest amount of
pressure, he started to stretch her out, "His hands are trembling!" She
thought to herself, although the now kitten like force he was exerting
wasn't really enough to help her stretch, she didn't really care at the
moment, just the fact that Ranma's hands where on her, and that he was
being so thoughtful, and careful with her...she wanted to cry!
Ranma moving outside normal stretching protocol, still crouching
above her, started to kneed the muscles in her shoulders. He had no idea
why, or how he even started! All he knew was that he was touching the girl
that he cared most for in the world, and she hadn't smacked him yet!
"I must still be dreaming." He thought.
Akane thought her mind was going to snap and she couldn't stop the
electric sensations from running through her body, his touch was setting
her on fire!!! She couldn't hold it back any longer and a small
involuntary groan escaped her lips. *mmmmmmm*
Ranma paused a minute when he heard that, then smiling stopped his
tender administrations, before he lost his last vestige of control.
Nudging her gently to a sitting position, he continued helping her stretch,
as she leaned over to her left and right sides, stretching sideways now that
she was done stretching horizontally. The sensations rapidly were fading
from her body. Akane took a deep breath and let it out slowly, commanding
her body to behave itself she put all her attention into stretching, as
thinking about Ranma was starting to make her dizzy.
"Well I think that you are ready now Akane...want to begin?" Ranma,
letting the instructor in him take control, stood up and again reached down
to help Akane to her feet, not even hesitating this time Akane stretched
her own hand up and accepted his help, since she also knew in the back of
her mind that her legs were going to be wobbly after the sensations Ranma
had been evoking in her. While standing however her clumsy nature reared
its ugly head, and she tripped!
Ranma didn't even think, he just reacted. Seeing what she was about
to crash into, he leapt with superhuman speed and strength, knocking her
back, and killing her momentum as he held her in his arms. The next thing
Akane knew she was lying on her face on something hard yet soft, pushing
herself up with her arms, Akane looked down to see what she had landed
on...straight into Ranma's face! He was breathing hard, and had a panicked
look on his face, wondering why he looked so panicked she looked up, and
saw to her horror, that if she had continued her fall unchecked she would
have crashed right into the weapons rack! Seeing one of the naked blades
of the katanas gleaming coldly in the early morning air!
Ranma, with his heart still racing, simply held her. Not really
caring what anyone would think if they walked in and saw them like that.
Akane's control finally snapped and she broke down crying! Sobbing a
panicked yet relieved cry into his chest. Akane let out all the emotions
that had been building in her since she woke up. Clutching her saviour
to her she wept like a child. The fear of the moment quickly fading into
tears of joy and something else that she still wasn't that sure of. Ranma
would always be there to protect her, she had known that for awhile now,
but he had just demonstrated it again, throwing himself unthinkingly into
danger for her sake.
Ranma, however much as he was enjoying holding his fiancée, was
starting to grow uncomfortable with her tears though. Whispering he
asked, "Akane...Akane, hey Akane, are you okay?" Wanting to check her
for any injuries but holding back since she seemed okay, and he didn't
want her to think he was a pervert.
"Oh Ranma," Akane managed to sob out. Not finding the words she
needed she simply stopped crying as best she could and relaxed into his
arms. Ranma was growing uncomfortable though on the hard wooden floor,
and gently he again demonstrated the mastery of his body, as only using
his stomach muscles he raised them both into a sitting position. Turning
her as he did so, with her ending up sitting crosswise in his lap, with her
arms around his neck, and her face buried into his chest.
Letting things stay as they were, Ranma waited for Akane to come
back to herself, and stand up. She finally raised her head from his chest
with an embarrassed expression on her face.
"T-Thank you Ranma, I mean it thank you." She smiled her beautiful
smile at him, and Ranma lost all lucid control over his mind. "Y-Your
welcome." He replied, wanting to say two very different words. Standing
up he continued to hold onto her, cradling her in his arms, Akane's emotion
debated with her pride on whether or not she should get down, "Oh I can stay
here all day", emotion said, "Shut up you wimp!" Pride shot back, "But I
like it here in his arms!" Emotion continued, "You are a strong martial
artist, and independent...stand up!!" pride snapped back. "Yeah?! Well
you are a freak of nature, now go jump in a Koi pond and cool off!" emotion
retorted. "Don't make me come over there and tear you a new...a new
something." Pride was at a loss on what she could tear in emotion. Pride
however eventually won. ^_^
"R-Ranma, "she said almost apologetically, "Um, I can walk fine
now, thanks." "Oh," Ranma said, looking slightly disappointed. Carefully
he set her down onto her feet, keeping his arms around her waist, almost
as if he was hugging her. The position they were in, and after what she had
seen earlier, Akane made a mental note to get Ranma to take her dancing
sometime. Grinning ear to ear she mentally pictured Ranma trying to dance
normal dances, or say, the funky chicken! Hesitantly she broke the embrace
though, turning her back to him, she looked out the window, and noted that
not all that much time had passed since they had entered the dojo. Turning
back to him with her composure back in place, Akane waded a little into
unfamiliar territory, she asked Ranma for help.
"Well are you ready to teach me how to do that kata now?" She voiced
with an uneasy smile. Cinching up her belt and taking a deep breath, Akane
stepped into the default "student ready" position, with her feet set
shoulder width apart, and her legs slightly bent, with her arms folded behind
her back.
"Um, sure Akane...." Ranma said, " Where do you want to begin?"
he asked. "Why at the beginning of course, silly." Smiling as she said so,
and giggling a little, Akane let out a little of the stress she was feeling.
After a second Ranma joined in, and soon both of them were chuckling
lightly. Recovering his composure Ranma started to lead Akane through the
kata. He corrected her gently when she made a mistake and cheered loudly
when she made it through the harder parts. Akane, for her part was trying
to pay attention to what she was doing, but inside she was grinning from
ear to ear.
"I never realized how patient Ranma could be, he is a great teacher!"
She thought. Ranma was having the time of his life, not only had Akane not
hit him yet today, but he was alone with her, getting along with her, and
in effect, he was playing with his fiancée! Ranma felt like jumping up and
down and doing a victory dance and he almost laughed out loud as he
imagined doing said dance on Genma's sleeping head! While he was doing his
best to stay focused on training though, only about 25% of his attention was
geared to the form, the rest of his attention was staring at Akane.
"She really does have a kind of grace when doing this kind of stuff."
He thought. Finally they reached the end of the kata, and Ranma went to the
north wall and sat down against it, "Okay Akane, now with no help from me
lets see you run through it by yourself. " He said with a silly grin on his
face.
Akane got a serious look on her face, and resolving herself to do her
best for her fiancée, she set into the kata, moving not too fast and not
too slow, and with all the grace and dignity that she could muster, trying
to dance through it as she had seen him do earlier, and with a slight smug
expression on her face, she admitted to herself, that while not nearly as
perfect as Ranma's demonstration, for the first time doing it, she was
doing great!
Ranma sat there in stony silence, amazed at how quickly she had
picked it up, "She must have really been paying attention to me..." He
thought. He had already noted several small errors in her form, but he
stopped himself from saying anything and thus kept his foot out of his
mouth, besides she really was doing great! Finishing she bowed to the
shrine, and then giggling she bowed to Ranma as well.
Ranma grinned and jumped up. He bowed as well. "So how did I do," she
asked expectantly. "You were..." he paused a minute to make her sweat it
out a little, since he enjoyed teasing her. Then before she could become
angry, "You were great Akane!" He said, "Much better than any other first
time student with that kata."
"Thank you Sensei!" Akane grinned! Then an impulse grabbed her,
and she launched a snap kick at Ranma's head. Ranma of course dodged easily.
"Heh ya wanna play dontcha?!" He taunted. Akane grinning crazily, launched
kick after punch after chop rapidly increasing the speed of her techniques.
Ranma adopted a more instructor like stance, and started to coach her.
"Don't twist your hips so much, that telegraphs what kind of kick
you are about to throw, try not to look where you plan on punching, don't
turn your back to me after that kind of kick."
Getting into the spirit of things, Ranma threw soft kicks and a few
punches at her. Akane instead of trying to imitate Ranma's speed, simply
blocked his techniques. "Harder!" She fairly screamed. Wanting him to
actually spar with her for once. She increased the intensity of her attacks,
trying to goad Ranma's anger so that he would attack her and stop his
constant dodging. But Ranma's training had conditioned him to accept pain,
and while a few of her techniques were actually connecting now, he refused
to use even 1/4 of his full speed or power against a girl, especially THIS
girl. Akane was starting to get angry now. She couldn't help it.
"Why does he do this to me? Why won't he treat me like an equal?
Why can't he just ignore that I am a girl for once?" Starting to glow a
slight red, Akane launched a suicide attack at Ranma, aimed right at his
head. The speed of her attack was a little too fast, and Ranma knew that
if he dodged it she would be seriously injured because her trajectory had
her going towards the window, and if he blocked it effectively so that it
wouldn't hurt him, then he would possibly break or sprain her wrist.
So Ranma did the only thing that he could do, he shifted his body so
that she would connect with his stomach muscles and braced for impact.
"Ranma!!!" Akane's battle cry came out as she rushed towards him, but in
the nano-second that she had between punch and impact her mind screamed,
"Something is wrong, he isn't blocking!! He isn't dodging either!!" At
the last second she tried to pull her punch, but her momentum carried her
the rest of the way, and she connected solidly with Ranma's torso. Up he
flew to the rafters and he hit with a *splat* Doing his impression of "I'm
a pancake" on the wall. Then he slid down the wall to the floor.
"Shoot!" Akane said to herself as she ran over to him, "He was
supposed to block that...why did he just take it?" Kneeling besides him
she looked down at the mostly unconscious Ranma, he was moaning slightly,
and Akane simply put her arms under him and held him, cringing as she waited
for his furious words. Looking down she saw him staring at her, and
quickly she tried to blurt out an apology. "Ranma I'mmm...sorry..." Casting
her eyes down she waited for him to call her uncute scream at her and storm
off, a tear slid down her cheek, as he wiggled out of her grasp. Closing
her eyes she told herself that she deserved it. Then Ranma did something
that she was totally unprepared for. He sat down next to her in silence.
"Akane..." he started, "Y-Yes?" she hesitated, "T-That was a good shot."
Ranma said forcing a grin. Noticing her gaze was still on the ground,
gently Ranma reached his hand down to her chin and lifted her gaze to meet
his. Showing her his eyes, which at the moment were filled with something
that was confusing the hell out of Akane. She didn't know how to deal
with this Ranma! He wasn't behaving like he was supposed to!
"Oh Ranma I'm sorry!" She sobbed as again she collapsed into his
embrace, and Ranma did something that Genma would kill him for, he cried
with her. Holding this beautiful girl in his arms, on this perfect morning,
listening to her sobbing on his chest, feeling her warm tears soak his gi,
and her hands gripping his back, Ranma gained a new perspective on life.
"Shh shh shh" He tried to comfort her making funny sounding cooing noises.
"It's okay Akane I'm fine"
Mentally slapping herself, Akane forced herself to get under control.
Sucking her breaths in slightly and her chest heaving, her emotions running
rampant through her mind and body Akane just sat there for a minute. "You
know you really do need to work on your control...."
Grabbing at the chance to have a talk with Ranma, Akane tried to
voice her concerns. "Why, why wont you ever spar with me seriously?"
With her looking up at him with those tear-streaked eyes, Ranma had no
recourse but the truth. "It's partly because of how I was raised and
partly because I-I don't want to hurt you Akane..." he trailed off.
"But I am a martial artist too ya know." I can take care of myself
"Yes but..." Ranma tried to argue, but all of the arguments that he wanted
to use right now, sounded stupid in his head.
"Besides I have seen you fight girls before." Ticking off her
fingers as she went, "You've fought Ukyo, Shampoo-several times and you
fought Kodachi as well...." Grinning smugly at him Akane waited for a
reply.
Ranma knew he was trapped. "Y-Yes that is true, but I don't think I
could live with myself if...if I hurt you A-Akane...."Ashamed Ranma looked
down at the floor. Akane's heart froze. HE CARED for her, he really did!
Whether or not it was.... L-Love...he still cared, and Akane threw away
the last of her inhibitions. She threw herself into his arms, and hugged
him fiercely. Ranma looking panicked at first, relaxed into her arms, and
held her as well, "This is the first time we have ever willingly hugged
each other!" He elated to himself. "I wonder if....
"His mind trailed off as Akane seemed to collapse into him, they were now
laying side by side on the dojo floor holding each other. The force of her
throwing herself into him had knocked him down. Tentatively Ranma reached
over and stroked her hair.
Akane was in heaven, she curled up into Ranma's side and pulled
back her head a little so that she could look at her fiancée's handsome
face. Ranma met her gaze after about a second. They simply stared at
each other, both wanting to go further, but neither one knowing how to
broach the subject, nor did they know how far the other was willing to
go. Ranma gazed at Akane and looked into her eyes, leaning his head
forward moving his mouth towards hers, he stopped and waited and looked
again, blushing, and Akane nodded her assent. Grinning, Ranma completed
the movement, and their lips brushed.
His touch was like fire! Akane's whole body felt like it was
glowing! Where he was resting his hands on her back, she could have sworn
she was getting burned, her back arched involuntarily towards him as his
lips brushed hers, and she faintly *moaned* her assent again. Ranma then
leaned in and kissed her closed mouthed. His lips were somewhat moist and
the electric sensations he was provoking in her were making her blush
furiously and she tightened her grip on him. *moaning* into his still
closed mouth, Akane opened her lips slightly prompting without words for
Ranma to go further. Ranma in turn parted his lips slightly, and Akane with
very little control left accepted the tip of Ranma's tongue, this being
the most intimate she had ever been with him before or any other man for
that matter, Akane's head was swimming.
Ranma was shocked as all hell, she had opened her lips and was
sucking gently on his tongue. Unfamiliar feelings were building up in
Ranma, and combined with the heat of her body, the scent of her, and what
she was allowing him to do, Ranma allowed something inside of himself to
snap, and opened his mouth fully, sucking crazily on her tongue, and
rolling her over on top of him so that he could feel every part of her
touching him.
Akane was a little shocked at first when Ranma responded like he
did, but her mind was not in any kind of a state to stop, nor think
reasonably, and she let go entirely and felt herself falling the room
seemed to dim out of view, and then she closed her eyes and let the
sensations rule her, caressing his teeth and sucking alternately on his
tongue and lips. Akane was enjoying finally letting herself be female,
even more so since she was doing this with HIM! Even more important,
while she was enjoying having Ranma touch her, the fact that he had been
so kind and open with her, and the way he was behaving, meant the
to her.
Ranma also in his own little world where only Akane existed was
starting to feel TOO light headed, and so gently he broke the kiss.
His head was swimming, he looked up at Akane and saw a flushed face,
lightly coated with sweat and a happy grin plastered across it.
She was panting slightly,and neither one of them knew what to say.
Akane however noticed the position of the sun, and the fear of
someone walking in on them overpowered her desire to lay on Ranma all day.
Gently she rolled off of him, and sat facing him. "Ranma I-----"
"Shhhhh" he said gently not wanting to spoil the moment. He turned
her so that she was facing away from him, and placing his back against the
wall he pulled her back to sit in between his legs. Gently he pulled her
to lay back against his chest, lovingly he ran his fingers through her
hair, and felt as she adjusted her gi modestly as she sat lying against
him. Their moment was shattered however when Kasumi's high pitched voice
rang out from the household, "Breakfast everyone!" Faint stumbling sounds
could be heard from the direction of the house, which could only have
Genma stumbling-falling down the stairs.
Akane leapt away from Ranma, and as he got up , they both just
kind of stood there, neither sure how to end the moment nor if anything
was necessary to say. Akane still giddy and way to confused, with emotions
and feeling still running through her, simply smiled at Ranma and turned
her back to him and walked out of the dojo. Ranma following suit, though
after he exited the dojo, he leapt up to the roof top and into his room, so
he could come down the stairs and therefore not raise any suspicions.
Humming quietly to himself, Ranma walked down the stairs this time.
Pausing at the landing to simply watch his new family. Genma as usual
trying to inhale everything, even the plates if he wasn't careful, Soun
sitting at the head of the table with a toothbrush in his mouth reading the
morning paper. Nabiki yawning into her teacup and looking disheveled.
Kasumi looking perfect as always sitting by Nabiki and refilling their
plates and Akane sitting at her usual spot next to Ranma's eating daintily.
With a grin Ranma waltzed into the room, and sat next to Akane, not saying
anything he simply smiled at her and sat down and started eating. No one
seemed to notice, and Akane just blushed as she looked up, then continued
eating.
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-Chapter 1 part 1 of series.
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