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Akane can cook
By Ellf
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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the series involved in this spamfic.
Akane's cooking had improved lately, ever since she had gone on that little
training trip, and Ranma's stomach thanked the gods for that. Ranma sat
down, happily eating the meal that Akane had prepared for him. It tasted
fine and even looked normal. Too bad the only thing she learned on the
training trip was how to make bread. Damn good bread, but bread nonetheless.


However, Akane seemed different after coming back from the training trip.
She had let her hair grow out longer. Longer and fuller, so full that the
hair itself seemed to be coming out of her head more than usual. Ranma
couldn't place his finger on it, but there seemed to be an air of... what
was that American word? Ah yes, "Funk" around Akane. She didn't seem to
notice it, but he did. Ranma liked it though.

It showed every time that Akane entered a room. For some reason, the lights
would dim and all of them seemed to shine on Akane whose movements were so
fluid that you knew that her martial arts skills had improved. However,
Ranma couldn't figure out why she kept moving her hips the way she did every
time she entered a room. Or why she always pointed her finger at the sky...
At least the bread was good.

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Something had happened to his love, his fierce tigress. He couldn't put his
finger on it, but it seemed that something or someone had corrupted her. She
moved strangely and had begun to spout strange things around him. The sad
thing was, he couldn't prove that the foul sorcerer was at fault this time.
(Not that he ever could in the past...)

That's it! It must have been the fault of the foul sorcerer! Somehow he had
corrupted the fierce tigress and made her into this... this... whatever she
was now. First he ensnares the fierce tigress, and then the pigtailed girl,
and then he corrupts the fierce tigress! That fiend!

Kuno was knocked out of his musings by someone stepping on his face.

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He had to be back in Nerima this time. He needed to apologize to Akane.
Akane had found out about his curse while she was on the training trip, and
had told him that if she ever saw his cursed form around again, she'd use it
to make pork bread. Why she said pork bread, he didn't know, but he knew
that somehow this was all Ranma's fault. It always was. It was his fault
that Akane decided to go on that training trip. Her cooking needed no
improvement, he was lying. But he did have to admit that her cooking was
better now.

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Akane smiled and hummed a little tune to herself in the kitchen of the Tendo
household. She was baking bread just as she was taught. A little flour here,
a pelvic thrust there, and then stir. Now wait a few minutes and listen to
some smooth tunes while brushing your hair.

It may have been weird, but it worked. Akane could bake bread now, and she
rarely lost her temper anymore. The bread was almost finished; she could
smell its perfection.

She never regretted taking that training trip at that church. The church
with the hedges on it shaped like an afro. The Church of the 'Fro.

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Author's Notes: Mmmm... Spammy... Anyways, this little spamfic was just an
idea I had floating around in my head. What if Akane had visited that Church
of the 'Fro that is in Yakitake! Japan? What would be the reactions of
everyone? I tried to make it funny, but I don't think I'm that good at
humor.



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