The Party's Over
	Part 5
	By: P-R-P-Chan

	Ranma moved through the kata, seemingly lost in it, letting the movements
control him. Punch, block, turn, kick, turn, elbow.. He'd been doing the
same repetitions for the better part of three hours now, a serene look
masked his face, his eyes were slits, as if he were barely awake. No
acknowledgement came as Akane came in dressed for a workout. Punch, block,
turn. Akane turned and walked out. No words were spoken. Kick, turn, elbow,
punch, smack. Ranma collapsed, holding his ankle with both hands.


	Ranma mentally played over the events of last week, again. It wasn't
supposed to be like this, It was.. The dull throb from his ankle yanked
Ranma back to reality. But only briefly. Akane.. He couldn't concentrate
around her anymore.  He just wanted to apologize, to tell her how sorry he
was, to see if she wanted... Ranma stood up, a pained look on his face, and
limped off to the bathroom.


	Akane scrubbed the soap over her body, cleaning, getting rid of the dirt,
washing away.. everything.  Picking up the bath bucket, she doused herself
with cool water, rinsing herself clean. Maybe a bit too cold, her body
shivered, and her nipples stood out just.. just like..
	The door to the furo slid open, as Ranma stepped in, clad only in a towel,
which was around his neck. Akane and Ranma appraised each other briefly.
Akane didn't get mad, Ranma didn't get embarassed.
	"Sorry, I didn't know you were in here." It was the first time words had
passed between the two in almost a week.  That was the end of the
conversation. Ranma walked out, closing the door behind him.


	Ranma walked slowly along the road towards Ukyou's. She was the only one
he could talk to. It wasn't like Ukyou was his confidant, or his best
friend. Well possibly she was his only friend, but.. She was also his
fiancee. Not like that meant much, who knew how many girls his father had
engaged him too?  No, he went to Ukyou for two reasons. She wasn't as
likely as some other people to go postal on him, and even more importantly,
she had a restaurant. Man was he hungry.

	"What's wrong, Ranchan?" Ukyou asked as he took a seat in front of the
counter.
	"Everything, Ukyou, Everything.."
	"C'mon, it can't be that bad.. Here have a special." Ukyou passed a plate
to her fiancee, flipping a okonomiyaki into it.
	"Miss? Excuse me wasn't that mine?" A customer asked, staring as Ranma
gloomily muched down on his food.
	"Sorry, we're closed. Have a nice night!" Ukyou motioned for him to leave.
	"But I just ordered, and.."
	"I said get the hell out!" Ukyou shouted at him, drawing her giant combat
spatula from under the counter. After he'd left she turned back to Ranma,
who was looking at her very strangely.
	'And this is the one I thought least likely to get violent?'
	"Sorry about that. So tell me! Ranma, what's on your mind?"
	"It's Akane." He said between bites, "We haven't spoken since Ryouga's
party.."
	"The party were you told me that you loved her more than me?"
	"Did I say that?" Ukyou nodded. "I didnt' mean it like that, It's just..."
	"That you love her more than me... I've had a chance to think about it,
and I think I always knew.. But.."
	"We aren't speaking right now.. you might still have a chance." Ranam
looked straight at her, "That was a joke."
	"So I don't even have a chance anymore?"
	"Don't twist my words around! You're as bad as Akane!" Ukyou let out a
small laugh.
	"Ranchan, I.." It was going to be deep and meaningful, but Ranma interrupted.
	"You wouldn't happen to have any sake around would you?"
	Ukyou looked up, she wanted to just come out and way it, no matter how
cheesy it sounded. Yell out, 'I'll always be there for you!' But, she
didn't. Instead she pulled a bottle from the freezer and two cups from
behind her. Placing one in front of each of them, she filled Ranma's.
	"You getting to like this stuff, Ranchan?"
	"A bit, I always thought losing control would be something to be feared,
not enjoy." Ranma filled Ukyou's cup to the brim.
	"Kampai." Ranma clicked his cup to Ukyou's and they both knocked the cups
back, the cool fluid running down the back of their throats. Ukyou filled
both their glasses again, not bothering further with tradition, and moved
to a booth where Ranma joined her.
	"So are your going to tell me what this is about?"
	"After this bottle.." Ranma put his cup up for another toast, and finshed
off another. Ukyou followed suit.


	Ranma and Ukyou were halfway through the third bottle, when finally he
broached the subject.
	"Last friday while we were watching the movie.. Me and.."
	"You and Akane were snuggled up together like a bug in a rug.. and there I
was attached to Shampoo.. Do you think I might be gay?"
	"What?" Ranma nearly lost his seat, almost spilling Ukyou from his lap.
	"Just a joke, Ranchan.. just a joke. How could I ever want for anything
else." Ukyou's hand lazily drifted over Ranma's chest. "So what happened?"
	"There we were, watching that movie, both of us too drunk to focus... and
I started.. well.. rubbing her.."
	"Rubbing? What the hell's that supposed to mean?"
	"Caressing her.."
	"Anything like this?" Ukyou took Ranma's hand in both of hers, and slipped
it into her blouse.
	"No.. just the side of her body.." Ranma showed her what he meant,
removing his hand from her shirt, and stroking Ukyou's find curves.
	Ukyou's face closed in on Ranma's. "And that's all? Doesn't seem like
much.." She whispered into his ear.
	"Then she told me she wouldn't be mad.. What a laugh..."
	"That's Akane for you.. emotions like a jack in the box.."
	"So I started.." Ranma ran his hand over her breast, feeling her through
her thin shirt.
	"And she's angry about that? It's nothing.. nothing we're not doing.."
Ukyou was still whispering into Ranma's ear, her own hands roaming over his
chest.
	"It bothered her.. It really did.. Ukyou I'm sorry..." Ranma removed his
hands from ehr front, bring her into an embrace.
	"You don't have to be sorry, Ranchan. I'll always be here for you.."
	"I shouldn't have..' Ukyou tried to hush him, but Ranma continued
nonetheless.
	"I told you I loved you.. I shouldn't have.. not when my feelings for
Akane are so much stronger..."
	"I understand.. can't say I like it.. but.."
	"I'm so sorry.. I.. I shoudl really go..."
	"Do you have to?" Ukyou lifted her head off his shoulder, facing him,
their lips nearly touching. Then they did. Passion overuled thought,
neither wanting to break the kiss, a sign of affection they both craved.
For Ranma, it was a sign of giving up, and reluctantly, slowly, he broke away.
	"I'm sorry." Ranma stumbled out the door and into the night.

	Ukyou sat in the booth for awhile, wishing she could have had more,
wishing that Ranma didn't have to leave, wishing he didn't love Akane.
Dejectedly she moved to clean up, but seeing the half empty bottle, decided
a few more drinks might be in order.


*******

many thank go out to Philip Masters, him and depresion are what keep me on
this mainly.. I'll try to get these out on a more regular basis.. but since
my lifestyle isn't conductive to regularity..... Insomnia's a bitch..
anyways..

	P-R-P-Chan
	"Nihao Ranma! Shampoo come sit on face?"

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