These are still pretty close to the same, but there are a few differences.
So minor I decided to post both at the same time =)
Azusa-chan



Azusa-chan
mimzy@ix.netcom.com
http://geocities.comm/Tokyo/Island/8158/
A Ranma 1/2 fanfiction =)

Ranma 1/2 is the property of the wonderful Rumiko Takahashi.  All rights
reserved.
*****Ranma Romance*****
*Tatewaki's True Love*
I will always think of him as Ranko.  Or Ranma-chan.  It does not matter,
they are one and the same.  A red-haired, pony-tailed angel.  While I love
him in either form, I loved his girl form first.  I play dumb.  I don�t let
on.
   But I really love that cretin, Saotome Ranma.
   People would think ill of me if they knew.  But could any mortal truely
resist him?  Or her.  She is an unparalleled goddess, he is an omnipotent
god.  Fine in form, and with a spirit like fire.  I envy him as much as I
love him.
   I know everyone thinks I am a fool for supposedly not knowing.  But it is
I that is making a fool of them.  It is they who keep their feelings so
hidden, so cleaverly hidden.  But I see it in the eyes of the girls when
otoko-Ranma walks by.  I see it in they eyes of the boys when onna-Ranma
walks by.  They love him well.  They love her well.  But I love him better.
   What of Tendou Akane, you may ask?  While just as beautiful and elegant
as osage no onna, she somehow can't compare to the pig-tailed one.  My love
for her is unchanged, but it has been surpassed.  I don't let on, as to not
let on that my first...my second love is ended.
   That brings me to Tendou Nabiki.  My first love.  We harbor secret
feelings for eachother.  I have seen in her eyes many times reflecting the
emotions I feel for her.  Her cunning mind, her supple body.  The flash of
victory in her eyes when she gets more and more yen.
   Maybe I am truely no better than the others who worship Ranma, then.  But
I do prefer Ranma anyhow.
   Ah, the lovely onna-Ranma, the strong otoko-Ranma.  I don't generally
have leanings for those of my own gender, but with his strength and
speed...I vow to best him before I confess my love, as to prove myself
worthy.  Maybe he will understand, maybe he will love me back...Or maybe
not.  He cares for my darling Tendou Akane.
   His love for Akane proves yet another problem.  If both of my true loves
are to marry, then what ever shall I do?  I cannot defeat either of them.  I
don't understand why.  I used to think I was much more skilled than that.
But looking into their eyes...I cannot bare to hurt either of them.
   Being as it is late, I shall retire till the morrow, then I shall think
on this some more.  Oh, how my heart aches.

The next day at school, I see my two greatest loves in an argument.  I sigh
inwardly.  If I were to be completely honest with myself, if I was not able
to have either of them, I would prefer that they were with eachother more
than anyone else.  But they fight off their affections for eachother more
than they fight my affection.
   I put on my angry face and whip my bokken out.  I get ready for my next
act.  All my life in an act these days.  "Saotome you cretin!  What have you
done to the precious Tendou Akane now?!"  The acting classes I had taken
helped wonders.  But I still didn't feel any better about it.
   "Aw, man!  Kunou!" Ranma groans.  A smile almost tugs at my lips.  "I
don't have time for this!"  I jump at him, sword above my head for a
downward strike.  I know he will easily defeat me, as he always does.
Looking into those two blue pools that are his eyes, I will him to win.
"Okay, you asked for it!"
   It seems Ranma is already been in a bad mood.  Akane growls, disgusted.
She turns around and storms off.  I watch her momentarily, the gental sway
of her hips as she walks in an effortless, graceful, and unconscious dance.
   "What have you done to disgrace the fair and lovely Akane this time, you
cad?!" I holler.  I yell to distract myself.  Drooling at school, even over
Akane-kun, was not a good thing.
   "Kunou, I don't know what the hell your problem is.  Why do you bother us
every morning?"  We fight on.  He dodges my carefully placed strikes,
carefully placed as not to harm him.  He throws a punch and knocks me into
the wall.  I decide to play dead.  It works.
   "Oh, shit.  Kunou?"  Ranma actually sounds worried.  I let him carry me
to the nurses office.  I love the feel of his strong arms around me.  I play
sick in the nurses office while Tendou Nabiki talks to my still form and
mops my forehead.  This is fun every time.

At lunch, I eat alone.  I don't much feel like being social at the moment.
I hear a noise and look up.  I am mildly surprised at the sight that greets
my eyes, but I don't let the surprise show.  Akane is pushing Ranma in my
direction, yelling at him.  Something about apologizing.
   I play dumb again.  Goody.  This is fun.
   "Ah, here to launch a surprise attack against me!" I say, addressing
Ranma.  I get out my bokken and wield it in a menacing manner.  "Come no
further!"
   "Ku...Kunou," Akane gasps out.  The effort it is taking to push Ranma
along iss apparently winding her.  "R...Ranma has something he want's to say
to you."
   Ranma mutters something under his breath, something along the lines of,
'Its *you* that wants me to say it.'  Akane elbows him, bumping him closer
to me.
   "Kunou-sempai...I'm sorry for hurting you so bad earlier," he mumbles,
seeming very interested in the ground.
   "Hmmph.  Apology accepted," I say.  I sigh, too quite to hear, mearly an
exhalation of breath.  This is the part that I really hate.  "Will you now
release to me the pig-tailed girl and Tendou Akane?"
   Ranma's interest in the ground suddenly vanishes.  He looks up and
glares.  "Dammit, Kunou!  I came here to say I was sorry and all you can do
is be a jerk!  Well, I've had enough!  You won't get an apology for this
one!" he says and hits me so hard that this time I don't have to pretend to
blank out.

I wake up looking into Nabiki's worried eyes.  As soon as she sees I am
awake, she wipes the look off her face and acts like she isn't doing
anything.
   "Kunou-chan, you've really gotta work on your technique," she says.
   I know, Nabiki-chan.  I know.

Authors Notes:
I used to think I hated Kunou's character, but after writting (and
rewritting ^_^;;) this story, I realized I'm actually fond of the little
bugger.  I wonder what honestly goes through his mind.  No one could really
be that dense...Could they?



Azusa-chan
mimzy@ix.netcom.com
http://geocities.com/Tokyo/Island/8158/
A Ranma 1/2 fanfiction =)

Ranma 1/2 is the property of the wonderful Rumiko Takahashi.  All rights
reserved.

*****Ranma Romance*****
*Love's Not For Nabiki*

I am looking down at Kunou Tatewaki.  Literally.  My Kunou-chan...He had
been in yet another fight with Ranma.  This one has left him a little worse
for wear.  We are in the nurses office.  This is the second time in as many
days that we have occupied this room due to his being beaten up by Ranma.  I
am beginning to get worried.  Even his hard head can't take this kind of
abuse.
   He opens his eyes.  I quickly sit back down and try to pretend that I
wasn't worried.  Looking at him?  Of course not.  Worried?  Ridiculous
notion.  He's just a valued customer.  It isn't difficult to pretend it's
true.  I have been acting around him since we were little kids.  I think
I've have loved him that long.
   "Kunou-chan, you really need to work on your technique," I say.
   He sits up.  I take a good look at him, as I do every time I see him.
Discretely of course, but still.  He isn't the most
handsome guy in Nerima, but he is fairly attractive.  He isn't weak, but I'd
never bet on him in a fight against Ranma or even Ryouga.  Maybe if he was
fighting Mousse.  Since the Saotome's came to Nerima, Kunou has gotten lower
on the list of fighters.
   He looks back, his gaze strong and unwavering as it always is.  Seeing
his brown eyes stare back into mine...My
breath catches faintly.  Too faintly for him to notice, but I notice it.
Damn.  I've been trying for years to get rid of this crush.  My thoughts are
abruptly interrupted as I realize he is speaking.
   "Thank you, Tendou Nabiki-san," he says.
   "For what?" I say, keeping my voice neutral.  No one can know how I feel.
I barely let myself know.  But its so hard sometimes.  I get the
irresistible urge to just hold him and bury my face in his chest.  Its
almost as if something is pulling me down towards him, and it takes all my
strength not to obey.
   "For treating my wounds.  Thank you," he repeats.
   "Hmm.  Well, if you were really thankful, you would give me 1500 yen for
my troubles.  I'm missing class, you know," I add slyly.
   Kunou pauses to think.  I can almost hear the rusty wheels spinning as he
attempts thought, something I assume to be beyond him.  Then he shrugs.  He
reaches into his shirt and withdraws the exact amount.  I don't know how he
does it, but he pulls out the exact amount every time.
   He swipes his hair back.  He is adorably egotistical.  There are times
when I would giggle, were I a lesser girl, just
watching him.  So ridiculous.  And such a baka for not knowing about Ranma.
I sigh mentally.  My baka-chan...

I spend the next hour trying to think of a tiny detail about Kunou's
'pig-tailed goddess' that I could offer to let slip for a price.  Just to
talk to him.  I think part of the reason I love yen so much is that Kunou
has a lot of it.  Extorting money from Kunou is better than not talking to
him at all.  I do so all the time.  Not just for the yen, which I've become
addicted to in the mean time.  But to be near him.
   Ah hah!  Inspiration strikes!  I prepare for the big one.  I pass Kunou a
note, telling him to meet me by the pool after school, as I have something
very important to talk to discuss with him.  Then I raise my hand.
   "Tendou-san?" calls the teacher.  "Do *you* know the answer to the
question?"
   "Not a clue, but can I go to the bathroom anyway?" I ask.
   A sweat drop appears on the sensei's brow.  He appears to be trying not
to facefault.  "Go...go ahead, Tendou-san," he says, wearily.
   Flashing a victory sign, I make my way out of the classroom.  I leave the
giggling students and the facefaulted teacher behind as I enter the ladies
room.  I quickly check to make sure no one is in.  Then I remove my bra and
put it in my bag that I had taken with me from the room.
   I return to the classroom and sink in my seat with a satisfied sigh.  Not
only am I going to make a lot of money, but having removed the bra it
relieving.
   "Feel better, Tendou-san?" the teacher asks, attempting and miserably
failing to cover his recent embarrassment.
   "Much better, thank you, sensei."
   The final bell rings and we all rush out of the room.

"What is it, Tendou Nabiki?" he says, in the usual cold manner he uses to
deal with me.  His tone hurts.  It always does.
   "Kunou-chan, I have something you might want."  I smile up at him,
pracitcing my innocent act.  "Something belonging to the 'pig-tailed girl.'"
   "Really?!" Kunou says excitedly.  "Hand it over!!"
   "But..."  I do my best to look disturbed.  "It would violate my moral
code.  After all, even though it was more like I found it, I guess I sorta
did steal it..."
   Kunou is breathing rapidly.  I worry briefly that he may hyperventilate,
then I remember.  He's too stupid to die.  "Enough of this torture!  I must
have it!"
   I take a breath.  Time to start brining money into it.  "Well since you
put it that way...5000 yen would soothe my suffering conscience."
   He quickly hands over 5000 yen and I smile.   I slowly pulled the bra out
of my bag.  "This is hers."
   Kunou pauses before he is able to touch it.  I suppose he must be
thinking of it more as a holy relic than an object
forced upon women by media to supposedly keep our breasts from sagging in
old age.  Like anyone will look when we're old crones anyway.
   Kunou grabs the bra and holds it close to him.  I smile inwardly.  Love
you, too.  "Ahh!  It is a gift from the gods indeed!"
   I clear my throat.  Kunou looks up.  "Are you still here?" he asks,
dazed.
   "I should probably take the bra back to her.  As I said, I kinda just
found it and..."
   "Name your price."  Gotcha!  He has just said the magic words I have been
waiting for.
   "100.000 yen," I say.  Kunou facefaults.  Hmm.  He was cute even when he
was lying on the ground in an unnatural position. He slowly reaches into his
shirt and pulls out 100,000 yen.  I smile down at him.
   "Thank you, come again."

That evening, after dinner, I sit up in my room doing the things I always
do.  I count my yen and think about Kunou.  Sure, I feel kind of bad for
practically stealing from him.  But how else can I talk to him?  Sometimes I
really hate my sister.  She doesn't understand how great it was that Kunou
loved her.
   Oh, the things I would do to have him say the things he says to her to
*me* instead.  He even loves Ranma.  Ranma!  Sure, he doesn't know it's
Ranma that he's in love with.  But that still doesn't change the fact in my
mind.
   I remember us growing up together.  Kunou was always in love with Akane.
'The strong and lovely Akane.'  His hormones must have kicked in pretty
early.  I don't think I recall a day when Kunou didn't love Akane, or a day
when he didn't unknowingly break my heart.
   I love him.  I wish it could be me he loves, and not Akane. It's not like
she appreciates his love.  But I would.
   I make my way downstairs.  My life is so ironic.  Akane is just at this
moment bitching about how Kunou was hitting on her this morning.
   "It's not that big of a deal, Akane," I say.  Yep.
   Sometimes I could really hate her.

*the end*

Authors notes:
This, obviously, takes place right after 'Tatewaki's True Love.'  I reworked
part one a while ago and it's been accumulating dust on my website ever
since.  And this one will be joining it. =)