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Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Ranma ½ it is entirely Rumiko Takashi's and Viz videos!

"G'night everyone!" Akane yelled down to her family below. She turned around and

headed back into her room, only to bump into Ranma unexpectedly.

"Get out of my way, you stupid kawaii-kune tomboy!" he snapped.

Akane's temper flared, at the same time surprised at his unusual vehement tone.

"What did you call me!" She yelled back, her was fist clenched and raised towards

him threateningly.

Normally, this warning action made Ranma step back a bit, or even apologize.

Instead, he smoothly grabbed both her wrists with one hand and backed her into the

wall.

"RANMA! What do you think you're -- " her words were abruptly cut off by a

lightning fast punch to the kidney, leaving her dizzy and winded.

Ranma hit her! Her mind rolled in stunned disbelief.

His voice, uncharacteristically cold, cut through her shock. "I wish I never met you.

So now, I'm getting rid of my clumsy, sexless fiancée."

Akane's eyes went wide as Ranma pulled a Swiss army knife out of his pant pocket.

She felt the world move about in slow motion as he roughly grabbed her short blue-

black hair and pulled it hard. She tried to move, to force herself to defend herself --

a knee to his groin, or a strong kick to his shins, and she'd be able to escape –- but

her body remained frozen against her will as Ranma jabbed the pocket knife into her

abdomen. On impact she heard her voice release a piercing scream of pain and

betrayal.

"NO! RANMA!"

Akane awoke screaming, her heart pounding so violently she felt as if it would burst

from her chest. She was covered in a thin layer of cold sweat. She yanked the

tangled sheets away from her and looked down at her stomach.

There was no wound. She sighed with relief; it was just a nightmare.

Suddenly, the bedroom door burst open. A concerned Ranma stood visible in the pale moonlight. " Akane! You okay?"

Ranma scanned the room quickly with his eyes. When he heard her scream like

that… he had never heard her scream like that, and it sent chills down his spine to

remember it. Seeing no demons, monsters, or other would-be attackers, he turned

to look at Akane.

Her petrified face was staring at him as if he were a ghost. He walked closer to her.

She flinched as he knelt down to her level.

"Hey, you okay?" He could see her trembling slightly and it disturbed him greatly.

What in the world could possibly shake Akane?

His eyes, deep and filled with concern, his voice soft and once again recognizable,

made Akane calm slightly. She gave a stiff nod, temporarily unable to speak.

"It was just a dream. Stop freaking out!" she scolded herself mentally, although she

could still feel a twinge of the dream knife stabbing her middle.

"Akane, what happened? Why'd ya scream 'No Ranma'?"

Akane looked at him sadly, feeling partially ashamed that she had even thought

Ranma would do something like that to her. Ranma had never laid a hand on her.

He even refused to spar with her in the dojo. Sure, they fought and bickered, but he

had always been there to rescue her, just as she had always been there to rescue

him. The idea of him hurting her like that was preposterous.

Yet, the dream had felt so real…

She turned her head down and answered shyly, "I-I had a frightening nightmare,

that's all."

Ranma looked at her, studying her reaction. There was something about the way

she was reacting; from her tone of voice to the way she looked at him with a small

glint of fear in her eyes, which told him he was deeply involved with this dream.

"Wanna talk about it?" he offered, hoping she would trust him enough.

Akane shook her head firmly. "No. Really, it was just a stupid dream. Sorry I woke

you up."

Ranma stared at her sternly, not at all buying the explanation. "Sure," he replied

sarcastically. "It's nothing. That's why you're shaking."

Akane looked down at her trembling hands and forced them to remain still. "I'm

fine," she repeated stubbornly.

Ranma looked at her skeptically, but seeing the determined silence on her face he

simply sighed.

"Suit yourself." He was already at the doorway when Akane stopped him with a final

question.

"Ranma? Do you, do you own a pocket knife?"

He turned and looked at her, his head cocked to the side in question. "Why the hell

are you asking if I own a pocket knife?"

"I just want to know."

Ranma rubbed his head as he thought. "Pop does. We use it when we're camping

out. Why? You need one or something?"

Akane shook her head. "No, just curious."

Ranma gave her one last questioning look before returning to bed. Something

strange was definitely going on.

A/N:

Short? Yes. I am in a stage of I guess writers block but I think I have an idea!

MORE IS COMING!