Okay, so this is my first attempt at a Ranma fic, however I've been writing for other anime/manga series' for a few years now, so it shouldn't be too bad.  I only own up to no.8 (volume) of the manga, but I absolutely adore Ranma!  Anyways, take a look and tell me what you think, please?
MK

Akane's Secret Attack!
By Moon Klutz
Rat: g/pg

AN: This takes place at the end of volume two of Ranma 1/2, within the last section, 'lips at a loss'.  When I
read the final scene I just sort of wished it had turned out differently.  For reference, this takes place just
after Ryoga humiliated Ranma in the Tendo house, when the Tendo family found out that Sanzenin had caught
Ranma-chan off-guard, and kissed her.  Ranma was upset because it was his first kiss, but didn't want to
admit it.

    "Grr..." Ranma growled in frustration to himself as he crouched huddled over in the center of the
empty dojo floor. The wind howled outside, but it was nothing compared to Ranma's constant mumbling,
grumbling and growling.  He had been made a fool, probably all of Nerima would know by sunrise if Nabiki had
anything to do with it, and nobody seemed to care how he felt.
    His first kiss, a boy!
    A boy he despised no less.
    WHAP!  An almost mocking hand lightly smacked him across the back off his head, the rush of air
flowing past bringing him back to his senses.
    "Your back's wide open," Akane stated from behind him, "You're completely unguarded!"  She was
scolding him lightly, and in a way, it made him miss his mother.  She had been somewhat like that at times like this.  Scolding, but then warm at the same time.  "How long do you plan to pout?" she asked scoldingly.  Ranma's face had a slight rose tint, and he faced away from her, hands clenched in front of his face, legs up against his chest defensively.  Then she delivered the final blow for that round.  "...And you call yourself a man!"
    "Humph!"  Ranma turned even farther away, hurt, and feeling very much alone.  Didn't she realize that that was the whole reason he felt so... betrayed?  Men didn't leave themselves unguarded and get kissed by other [repulsive] men.  Men didn't change into kawaii women when splashed with cold water.  Men were strong, and right about now, Ranma was feeling very weak.  "If you think it's so funny -- go ahead and laugh!" he snorted.  It was the only response he could come up with before she thought any less of him.  His cheeks were still stained red with embarrassment, shame and fear.
    "Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha!" Akane laughed loudly, trying to get a rise out of him.
    Needless to say, it worked.
    Ranma spun around on his heels, still crouching, and she had apparently matched him.  "What's so
funny?!" he demanded angrily.  Their faces only a few inches apart, Akane was suddenly very serious.
    "Was that really your first kiss?" she breathed, questioning, surprised and almost sorry sounding.
Ranma didn't reply for a moment, but turned away, falling into a cross-legged position, head down, hands
tucked under his ankles.
    "What difference does it make?" he muttered.  He wasn't ready to show a weakness, especially not
to Akane.  Never Akane, even if he was currently covered in small cuts, bruises and burns.
    "Oh, foo..." Akane breathed in a condescending tone.  He could hear the small clicks and shuffles as
she opened the first aid kit that had been sitting next to her.  "It doesn't make any difference at all," she
continued, this time more understanding, "but really,"
    "Ouch..." Ranma muttered under his breath, facing her now as she wiped his cuts clean and applied
a bandage right across the slope of his nose.  He looked almost cute.
    "...To let yourself be kissed so easily!  You haven't trained enough." She decided, nodding to herself.
Akane wasn't done yet though it seemed, and Ranma watched wide-eyed as she unwrapped another
Band-Aid while she spoke.  "You talk a good match, but leave yourself open a lot." She decided finally, eyelids
lowered as she began to peel the backing from the sticky item.  Ranma saw this as an opening to prove her
wrong, and reached out a hand swiftly, tapping her on a shoulder and flipping her onto her back so she lay
half sprawled across his lap, their faces very close together.
    "Who are you to talk?" he asked cockily.  Something froze in him as he looked down at her startled
face, finally realizing just how close their faces were, and what position they were in.  "Ack!" Ranma dropped
her almost immediately, scooting backwards and placing a good three feet between them, face as red as ever
as he stuttered.  "D-Don't get the wrong idea!"  She looked calm.  Too calm. It unnerved him.  "It's not like I
was gonna kiss you or anything." He knew though, even as he said the words, how close he had come to
actually doing just that.
    Her calm exterior was betrayed by a slight shaking in her own voice as well though, and she looked
away before replying.  "I -- I know that." She seemed to gain some strength again though, and continued
boldly, "You wouldn't have the guts to that, anyway." She scoffed.  It was a mere split second before Ranma
was within inches of her face again, angry this time, his pride wounded.
    "Keep talking like that and I might! He growled angrily.
    "Oh yeah?!" she challenged, "Go ahead and try it!"
    Foreheads resting against each other, bangs brushing each other's eyes, they stared each other
down with angry and determined gazes.
    "O-Okay!" Ranma replied, suddenly unsure again.  "But close your eyes!"  Akane was silent, gave him
one last glare for good measure and then firmly closed her eyes, waiting.  Would he do it?  She had certainly
spent a lot of energy goading him into this.
    The silence was deafening.  Ranma kept a fierce face on, though his eyes swept down over her hair,
closed eyes and cute nose before coming to rest on her lips.  Did he really want to do this like...this?
Wouldn't, couldn't he do this better, somewhere else, more romantically?  Then again, he may never gain the
nerve.  Come to think of it, what little nerve he currently had was quickly taking a vacation off somewhere
else.  He needed an escape route, something, anything!  Where was Nabiki when you needed her?!
    "Uh, I guess this is something you have to do..." Somewhere else?  At the right time?  Somewhere
more romantic?  That wasn't exactly what came out.  "...With someone you like."  That made him sad.  She
probably didn't even like him.  She hit him enough, after all.  Akane's eyes snapped open, hurt, confused, and
then angry.  She smoothed her features a bot before looking to the left.
    "I... see.  So of course you can't do it with me!"  Ranma almost jumped off of the floor.
    "That's not what I meant!" he yelled.  Her head swerved back to him, eyes wide, hopeful.   He was
silent.  His shoulders dropped slightly, his fists loosened up a bit as he looked back at her, just as hopeful.
"If... you don't mind...then I don't." he admitted softly.  Akane blushed slightly and looked down at her knees.
    Then, after what seemed like forever, she looked back up at him, smiling softly.  "I don't mind." She
stated.  Ranma was almost giddy with nervousness and happiness, torn between cheering or just kissing the
sweet breath out of her.  This was what he wanted!  He wanted it to be something meaningful and sweet,
not just an angry dare with odd consequences.  He smiled at her.
    "Close your eyes again." He breathed, shuffling a little closer to her.  She smiled shyly at the joke, it
calmed her down a bit more, and then did as he said, and closed her eyes.
    Leaning in, he cupped her face gently and tilted it up, his eyes closing as he finally did what he
should have done a long time ago.  His lips brushed softly over hers, and she leaned forward a little more at
the same time he did.  It was sweet, heavenly and perfect.  He could smell the soft perfume of her hair as his
hands brushed lightly over her cheeks, her hands moving to play with his pigtail, tickling the back of his neck
lightly.  Pulling back finally, they both opened heavy-lidded eyes and blushed lightly.
    "See, now don't you feel much better?" Akane asked quietly.  Ranma smiled.
    "Hai, but I'd feel a lot better if we could do that one more time." He said, grinning at her.  Akane had
no objections, and life went on.
***Somewhere else in the Tendo Household ***
    "Hm, I feel like there's something I should be doing right now... I wonder what it could be?"  Four
people wondered aloud.

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C&C Extremely welcome!
MK - lunap@lunap.com


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