Author's Notes: Okay, you saw the title, you read the irreverent synopsis. So I hope you can tell that this is not too serious. I'm just screwing around here. That's not to suggest that I won't work hard or make this the best story I can, but it will be somewhat absurd on a fundamental level. Because-I'm going to say it straight up-this story WILL involve Akane killing people. I'm going to try and make her reasons for doing so explicable but, I mean, if the idea alone already has you seething then maybe don't read on. I don't blame you. Fanfiction is supposed to be fun or at least interesting. If this doesn't sound like either one to you, I understand. Just please don't trash me for the premise when I kind of gave it away all up front here (if you want to trash me for the execution, however, that is fair).
Also, fair warning that I'm going to be making liberal use of the 'M' rating. Expect copious amounts of adult language, adult situations and violence and gore (not like torture-porn levels but it will be bloody).
If you're still here, then proceed on and I hope you like it.
Akane's Worst Day Ever
Akane came awake slowly. There was something warm on her chest, nestled between her breasts. "P-chan?" she murmured sleepily. That was odd. Her little pig hadn't been with her last night and he normally didn't sleep on top of her. Akane's blinked open her dark eyes and once her vision focused, a wave of revulsion washed over her. Her stomach dropped through the floor and every muscle tensed so intensely that she froze. Sleeping on top of her, in a fairly half-assed P-chan costume, was the Grand Master of the Anything Goes School of martial arts.
Happosai opened his bulbous eyes and locked eyes with her. Then his eyebrows rose. "Oh, damn," he said. "I fell asleep. Sorry, Akane-chan. I meant to be gone before you woke up." He smiled his lecherous smile. "It's just that Akane-chan's boobies are so comfortable!"
Rage finally conquering her nauseated paralysis, Akane took a swing at him. The diminutive old man hopped away from her fist. Akane reached for the shinai she kept next to her bed while surging to her feet. "Forgive me, Akane!" he shouted, crocodile tears spilling from his gigantic eyes. He leapt toward the window of her room. Fury allowing her to break through her normal speed barrier, Akane whipped the shinai through the air like a baseball bat and smashed the ancient pervert in the back of his head. Happosai flew through the window much faster than he had planned.
Akane stumbled back and sat down heavily on her bed, dropping her shinai. She cradled her sweat-soaked brow in both hands. That dirty old bastard, she thought, trying not to throw up. I can't believe Dad lets him live here. Eventually her heart slowed down and her sweat went cold on her skin. Akane felt gross and wanted to take a bath but a quick glance at the clock told her that wasn't feasible. With a groan she started pulling on her school uniform.
The breakfast Kasumi made was delicious, as usual, but her disgust at the morning's events made it hard for Akane to enjoy it. She also noted with irritation that neither Ranma nor his father were at the table or out in the yard sparring. That was annoying to Akane because it inevitably led to her oldest sister suggesting, in her normal pleasant and impossible to argue with manner, to, "Go and wake up Ranma so you two aren't late for school."
Why is it my responsibility to make sure that baka makes it to school every morning? she thought resentfully as she trudged up the stairs to his room. He'll just sleep through the first class anyway. Akane slammed open the door to his room. The sight that awaiting her was so unexpected and incomprehensible that Akane's brain had to break it down into component parts.
Ranma and his father were both still in their futons. Genma was in his panda form but Ranma was male. He also wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. A bouquet of black roses lay between them. Ranma's eyes were wide and fearful. Kodachi was kneeling next to his waist. There was some kind of tube over Ranma's...thing. What looked like an instruction booklet was open on the floor next to Kodachi.
Akane's hand tightened on the door frame, snapping it. "What the hell is going on here?"
"Ohohoho..." Kodachi laughed weakly. She glanced from Ranma to Akane. "Bye." The Black Rose sprinted from the room, Akane putting a boot in her ass to help her on her way. Kodachi went airborne and Akane watched her, breathing heavily.
"Th-thanks," Ranma stuttered quietly. Akane turned back to him but couldn't quite look at him head on. She was having an internal war. On one hand, she knew that Kodachi had snuck in and paralyzed Ranma. On the other, he should be able to handle things like that. Why won't he just deal with these other girls already? On an even deeper level, Akane was simply livid that another girl had seen his package. "I think her gas is starting to wear off," Ranma said. "I must be developing an immunity."
Akane clenched her fists and glared at him before hastily averting her eyes. "You mean you could have moved any time?!"
"No, no," Ranma said plaintively. "It's just wearing off now." He managed to get to his feet awkwardly. "What was she doing to me?" he asked, more to himself that to her. He touched the tube. Out of the corner of her eye, Akane noticed that his face was as red as her own must be. I have to get out of here. Unfortunately, Ranma was between her and the door. She started edging around the side of the room. "I'm kind of afraid to pull this off. I don't know what it is." Ranma tried an experimental tug on the tube and took an inadvertent step toward Akane. No, she thought, stay away! "Akane?" Ranma half-turned toward her, the tube bouncing obscenely.
That was her limit. "Noooo!" Akane shrieked, booting Ranma into the stratosphere. Her face burning and struggling to breathe, Akane collected her bookbag from her room and left the house...just in time for Ranma to fall back to Earth. He slammed into the ground in front of her and lay still, momentarily incapacitated.
While Akane struggled with what to do, Shampoo seemingly materialized from nowhere and squatted down next to Ranma. Akane watched in mute horror as the Amazon popped the tube off of Ranma and closed one eye to peer down into it. She nodded once. "Is good." The she swaggered over to Akane. "This ancient plaster mold for Amazons who get too-too lonely with no strong mans around. Husband make good one, Shampoo know. Want see?" She extended the tube toward Akane.
Akane shook her head rapidly, "No!"
Shampoo laughed. "Find me when get lonely in the night, Tendo-girl. Maybe I help."
Akane tried to snatch the tube from the Amazon's hand but Shampoo easily pulled it away. "Give that to me," Akane snarled.
"So you is interested," Shampoo said with another laugh.
"I am not!" Akane insisted, still trying to steal the tube away.
Shampoo kept it away from her with no appreciable effort. She brought the tube up and rubbed it against her cheek. "This have to do Shampoo until Ranma convince to come to China." She leapt away, bouncing on to the railing outside of the Tendo compound. "Bye bye!" Then she disappeared.
"So that's what Kodachi was doing," Ranma said softly. Akane glanced at him but quickly turned away. "And Shampoo wanted one too." Akane could hear the smile on his voice. Pervert.
"Ranma," she growled. "Put on some clothes!"
"Yikes!" Ranma hurried inside.
Akane stomped off to school without waiting for him. Waiting for her was Tatewaki Kuno. Akane did not want to deal with him right now...or ever, really. The man didn't even seem able to conceive of the fact that Akane didn't like him. The good news was that she could usually just mash his face in the dirt when he got to uppity. And since he was running at her screaming a haiku—that was two syllables too long—she prepared to do just that.
Before he reached her, Akane spotted someone that she could not deal with. Happosai, flipping skirts as was his pastime now and them. Doesn't he ever get tired? Akane thought wearily. The tiny hentai saw her and wailed, "Akane-chan!" She froze, unsure what she could do. The old bastard was so powerful he was basically a god to someone like her. Only Ranma could routinely deal with him. Akane was starting to regret not waiting for him.
In the end, all she could do was take a futile swipe at him with her bookbag. Happosai ducked under it and flipped her skirt up. The triggered the fury that was Akane's main source of power and she punted the pervert over the roof of the school. Akane flung her bookbag to the ground, her temper still flaring. That's twice and I haven't even been awake for an hour! Dad has to do something about him.
"She wears blue and white. She shows her conflict and tumult. Kuno will save her!" Kuno opened his arms wide, inviting Akane to jump into them. Akane planted a foot into his mouth instead.
As Kuno crashed into the ground, Akane brushed her hair back and snorted. "One syllable too many, Kuno-senpai." I can't believe that sick fool saw my panties! She wanted to die...or beat him until he forgot. Instead, she stomped into her homeroom class. The aura of malice around her was so strong that not even her friends tried to talk to her. As Akane intended. She just wanted this day to be over.
Hinako-sensei, as usual, did not pick up on the mood of the class and happily announced, "Today's physical education will be at the pool!" Akane slammed her head into her desk. Hinako didn't notice, instead choosing to race out of the room, squealing, "Yay! The pool!"
The class got up and followed, though at a considerably calmer pace. Akane trudged after them, wondering if she should just go to the nurse's office with some kind of made-up malady. She noticed Ranma looking at her and wondered if he was going to say something. She half-hoped he would and half-dreaded it as well. There was never any telling what was going to come out of Ranma's mouth. Instead, he looked away, leaving Akane felling relieved but also irritated. Coward.
Her irritation went up another notch when Ukyo grabbed his arm and started saying something to him. He looked uncomfortable but didn't shake her off. Stop encouraging her, Ranma! She's clingy enough as it is. Her nominal-fiance did no such thing, however, and instead started laughing at something Ukyo said. The classmates closest to her stepped away as Akane began grinding her teeth.
Fortunately, the pool wasn't that far away and Ukyo didn't carry her boy-act into the boys' locker-room. Akane swiftly changed into her swimsuit, half expecting Happosai or Kuno or Ranma or some new deviant into the changing room. Luckily, none did but it was still with a sense of heavy dread that Akane entered the pool-area. She gazed at the blue water with apprehension, wondering what it was about it that defeated her every time. Everybody else could swim. Everybody! Her pride as a Japanese was on the line. Like it usually did, a burst of determination rose in her breast. I will learn to swim! I will!
"Maximum effort!" Akane cried, charging at the pool.
"No running in the pool area!" the lifeguard shouted.
"Wait, Akane!" everybodyelse screamed.
Akane ignored them all, leaping into the air and tucking into a ball. She hit the water with a large splash and sank three meters to the bottom of the pool. Akane forced her eyes open, wincing at the sting. She craned her neck up and marked the surface of the water. It's so close! I just need to get there. Akane started furiously churning her legs and arms in the manner she believed to be correct. She did not move. Akane took a break, thinking to catch her breath. Then she remembered that she couldn't do it at the bottom of a pool. She opened her mouth and shouted, "Burbleburburble!" Unfortunately, this had the side-effect of filling her lungs with water. Akane began to churn her limbs again, this time while her lungs unsuccessfully tried to ejaculate the unwelcome deluge of pool water.
A hand curled under her arm and pulled her upward. Akane broke the surface of the water and managed to cough up the majority of the water she had swallowed. Her throat burned and her chest felt like it had been stomped on. When she could see again, the face of Ranma's female form swam into view. There was concern written across that annoyingly cute face but also a fair amount of pity. That last injured Akane's ego enough that when Ranma helped her over the edge of the pool, Akane walked away without saying a word in thanks. "So uncute," Ranma mumbled. That's right, Ranma. I'm not cute.
She wandered over and sat in the bleachers, feeling exhausted and miserable. Akane watched her classmates fool around in the pool with resentment. Why was it so easy for them when it was so hard for her? Ranma, especially, was all over the place, showing off a variety of moves that would have made an Olympic diver jealous. It was incredibly annoying how easily any physical activity came to him. Akane's only solace was how much better she was at schoolwork than him. Though she had a sick feeling that if he actually ever bothered to try at school, he might be very good at it.
The sight of a little black pig brought Akane out of her melancholy thoughts. For a brief, horrible, moment she wondered if it might be Happosai, coming to molest the girls in swimsuits. Another look though told her that the pig was too small. It was the real P-chan! Where did you come from?! The little pig had a habit of showing up at the most random time in the most random places. He's so close to the pool! Can he swim? Heart thumping in her chest, Akane sprinted toward him. P-chan saw her as well and started running, tears streaming out behind him.
Then his little hooves slipped on the wet floor around the pool and he fell in. Without thinking twice about it, Akane dived in after him. Once she reached the bottom of the pool, Akane had second thoughts. She looked around and noticed that P-chan was paddling across the surface of the water, completely fine. Vastly relieved, Akane breathed a sigh of relief. Water replaced her expelled carbon dioxide. Despite doing her best once to swim upwards once more, the last thing Akane saw before she passed out was the pig she'd tried to rescue desperately swimming toward her. Thanks, P-chan...
Akane coughed up water. She choked when some of it dripped back down her throat and someone turned her on her side so she could more easily eject the water from her lungs. Akane coughed and coughed until she felt like her entire body had been wrung out. Then she looked up. Ranma was on one knee next to her, red pigtail hanging limply. A look of concern was on the redhead's face, as well as a slight blush. "Ya okay?" Ranma asked.
Why is he blushing? It hit Akane and she touched her lips. Mouth to mouth. In front of everybody. While he's a girl! Tears of embarrassment appeared in Akane's eyes. She got to her feet and, even though she felt weak and unsteady, bolted from the pool. She grabbed a towel in the locker-room and started furiously drying herself off. Including, rather painfully, her eyes. Damn it! Why do these things always happen to me?! She bashed her head into her locker and choked back a sob. Ranma didn't even do anything wrong this time. Why did I react like that? Why can't anything work like it's supposed to?
No answers came to mind so Akane sullenly opened her locker to get dressed. She stripped out of her swimsuit and pulled on her bra. Then she reached for her panties. They were not there. Akane stared at the place they were supposed to be for a long moment, her brain unable to accept what was happening. Where are they?! She dug through the locker, throwing her dress, socks and shoes out. They weren't in there. How is this possible?
The visage of a certain aged panty-thief drifted into her mind. Happosai had stolen gym shorts before but he hadn't actually stolen the used panties out of lockers before. Considering this morning, though, Akane wasn't willing to rule anything out. She moved to the locker next to hers and pulled it open. To her dismay, a pair of panties was sitting right in the open. Same with the next locker. Only me? Akane returned to her locker, desperately hoping that she had made a mistake. But there was nothing. Akane bit her lip and glanced at the locker next to hers. Her palms got sweaty. Am I really considering...?
Before Akane could decide what to do, she heard the chattering of her classmates returning. She quickly put the rest of her clothes on and left before any of them could talk to her. The next period was math, to Akane's pleasure, and she managed to forget her worries briefly, while attempting to solve some equations. The fact that Ranma, now in male form, got sent out in the hall for most of the period after falling asleep, only helped matters. It did feel very strange not to have underpants on however. She could almost forget about it until she adjusted her seat and felt the lack. When she had to go solve an equation on the board, she felt like her classmates could tell, somehow. She broke out in sweat and her heart started hammering. She hoped the teacher just put it down to her being nervous about the problem.
At lunch, Akane sat with her normal group of friends even if she didn't join in on their inane gossip. Though her throat was sore, Akane was enjoying her Kasumi-bento until the tell-tale bulge in the wall announced Shampoo's arrival. The wall collapsed inward and the Amazon strode in over the rubble. "Can't you just use the door?" Akane muttered.
"Husband! Shampoo have lunch!" The purple-haired vixen flounced over to Ranma with a few dishes from the Nekohanten.
Ranma waved her away weakly. "I already have a bento from Kasumi."
Not put off in the least, Shampoo said, "Shampoo know Husband have too big appetite. Can eat both, yes?"
Ranma, who was now drooling at the sight of the ramen, said, "When you put it like that..." He snatched the bowl and started gulping it down in the particularly disgusting way that was the Saotome hallmark. Akane wanted to thump him on the head but she was still too embarrassed from the pool incident at the moment. Not to mention what Shampoo had been doing this morning. A situation that Ranma seemed to have conveniently forgotten.
Shampoo glanced at her and smirked. Akane realized she must have been glaring. "Violent-girl have something to say?"
Akane glanced away, her face red with frustration and shame. "You gave him what you came to give him. Go away now. This is a school after all."
"Think you can make Shampoo?" the Amazon asked arrogantly.
Akane surged to her feet and slapped the table in anger. "Try me!"
Ranma stood up. "Now, now girls," he began placating. "No fighting in school."
Shampoo glomped on to him. "Since Husband ask!"
Akane was hurtling across the room the next second. Shampoo hopped out of the way of her fist, which connected solidly with Ranma's face. He spun away but Akane barely even noticed. She glared at Shampoo, fists tightly clenched. I'm going to teach this hussy some manners! Akane tried another punch. Shampoo flipped over the top of her and slapped Akane's back hard. Akane stumbled forward but quickly whipped around. It didn't matter. Shampoo was already sprinting out the hole she'd made, chortling loudly. Akane glared after her but there wasn't anything she could do.
She stormed out of the cafeteria. What I wouldn't give to be rid of that woman! As Akane walked through the halls, she noticed that she was getting a few funny looks. She grew self-conscious again, wondering if they could somehow tell she wasn't wearing panties. The whispers that followed her path only reinforced her paranoia. Eventually, an upperclassman who she didn't know stepped up behind her, placed a hand on her backside and squeezed. Akane yelped and spun around, slapping him across the face with a fair bit of her considerable strength. The upperclassman flew, hitting a window and crumpling in a heap underneath it.
To girls screamed and ran over to him. One—a girl with a bad blond dye-job—glared up at Akane. "What did you do that for?!"
"He grabbed me!" Akane snarled.
"Look at your back, you stupid bitch!"
Akane took a menacing step forward before the entirety of the kogal's statement penetrated. She reached behind her back and felt a piece of paper. Akane tore it off and looked at it. Scrawled across the paper in characters fit for an elementary student were the words, 'I too too much like pat on butt!' Akane crushed the paper in her fist. That Chinese whore! It took more effort to mimic her stupid accent that it would have to write it properly. Shampoo had wanted Akane to know it was her. And why not? There was nothing Akane could do. She screamed and punched the wall, making a huge hole. The two kogals dragged the upperclassman to his feet and hurried off with him.
The rest of the day was unpleasant for the rest of Akane's class. Even the teachers picked up on the burning aura of fury that Akane Tendo was giving off and taught very nervously. Everyone was quite relieved when the school day ended with no more eventfulness. None more so that Akane herself. Maybe now I can just go home, have a hot soak and forget about all of this. Then she spotted Happosai.
The old man was hastily running away from a gaggle of girls carrying a giant sack full of some kind of undergarments. As usual, Ranma took it upon himself to be the hero, impeding Happosai long enough for the women to catch up and start beating the tar of him. Akane did her best to stay away from the whole situation. Just concentrate on Ranma. Please! She had almost made it to the school gate when Kuno blocked her path. "Akane, my love. I noticed this morning how impressed you were with my haiku so I have spent the whole of my day writing you several more!" He proceed to launch into them.
Akane's eye twitched and she had to stop herself from jump-kicking him in the mouth again. Just punch him. Akane stepped forward to uppercut Kuno into oblivion just as Happosai rolled to a stop in front of her. "I ain't done with you yet, old goat!" Ranma called.
Akane's stomach dropped to the center of the Earth as Happosai opened his eyes. The next few moments seemed to happen in slow-motion yet she could do nothing to stop them. "Akane-chan!" Happosai crowed happily, He jumped up and flipped her skirt almost casually. Just a perfunctory gesture by the hentai. Akane screamed. Kuno's eyes practically popped out of his head and a fountain of blood gushed out of his nose. He fainted dead away. Even Happosai was stunned, landing awkwardly and falling on his ass.
More humiliated that she'd ever been in her life, Akane turned her head, praying that he hadn't seen anything. The fact that Ranma was frozen, his arms limp at his side and his jaw slack told her that her prayers hadn't come true. "No!" Akane screamed. Then she ran as fast as she possibly could, tears leaking down her face.
He saw, he saw, I can't believe he saw! And Kuno. And Happosai. Akane wanted to die. She couldn't imagine how she could ever go back to school again. And how she could face him again? Akane sobbed. "Damn it! Why Ranma?"
"What husband do this time?"
Akane skidded to a halt. Shampoo was balanced on a fence, a delivery box from her café balanced on one hand. Instantly, all of Akane's pain and shame was translated into rage. "You!" She charged at Shampoo. The Amazon jumped away before Akane hit and obliterated the fence. "You stupid woman-pervert!" Akane screamed. Trying a roundhouse kick that Shampoo easily danced away from.
"Me pervert? Which one not wearing anything under skirt?" Shampoo snickered.
Shit! Akane patted her skirt back down, blushing. "Why won't you leave already?" she hissed. "Nobody wants you here! You're just a pest."
"Oh?" Shampoo's eyes went from merry to ice. "Pest, am I?" She smiled. It was like a knife. She patted her delivery box. "Kodachi no think so. This delivery for her." She cracked open the box and reached inside. "Want see?"
Akane took a step back. Is that from this morning?! She turned her head away. "No!"
"No be shy." Akane watched out of the corner of her eye with horror as Shampoo withdrew something from the box. Then the Amazon girl walked toward her.
Akane backpedaled rapidly. "Stay away from me!" Shampoo charged. Akane squealed with dismay as Shampoo tried to slap her with whatever she had pulled out. Akane managed to duck under it. Please no, please no, please no. Shampoo continued to press her and Akane continued to dodge. Which was difficult since she couldn't look at Shampoo straight on. Factor in the Amazon's far superior speed and it wasn't too long until Akane felt something rubbery and slimy slap her in the mouth.
She stumbled away and fell to her knees, tears brimming in her eyes. No! Why? That's so gross! Shampoo started to laugh. Akane couldn't even bring herself to look at the Amazon. "Is no..." Shampoo began before interrupting herself with a gale of laughter. "Is no what you think." Huh? "Is noodles!" Shampoo howled. Akane psyched herself up and glanced at Shampoo. It was true. In her hand was chopsticks holding a mass of ramen twisted together. Akane licked the corner of her mouth. Pork bullion.
Akane got to her feet, face burning with shame. Shampoo fell onto her back, kicking her legs in the air and shrieking with laughter. Akane trudged home. She didn't say a word to Kasumi or her father, just going up to her room and falling into bed. She ignored Kasumi when she called everyone for dinner and sent her father away, bawling his eyes out of course, when he came to check on her. Akane couldn't remember feeling so exhausted. She thought she would be content to stay locked in her room, in bed, for the rest of her life. Except for one thing: she felt filthy.
After debating it for more than an hour, Akane eventually decided that she had to use the furo. Nervous for no reason, Akane swallowed past her dry throat and tiptoed downstairs. To her vast relief, she didn't run into anybody. She did wish she had some way to lock the bathroom door though. She didn't think she could stand it if Ranma pulled a Ranma and walked in on her. Akane tried to put it out of her mind and quickly scrubbed herself clean. Then she scrubbed herself again until her skin was red. She still didn't feel clean. Akane sunk into the furo, hoping that it would help.
Inevitably, Akane heard fighting outside. "Why didn't you protect Akane, you bastard?" That was Ryoga. When did he get into town?
"Shut up, pig-boy! That was your fault. How do you always show up where you're least wanted?" Then there was the meaty thud of two bodies colliding but Akane couldn't tell who had gotten the hit in. Damn it. I should get out of here.
Akane scrambled out of the furo and grabbed her towel. Just in time, since Ryoga and Ranma crashed through the wall next to the furo a second later. Ryoga had a hand around Ranma's neck and his fist cocked back to punch. His attack was forgotten, however, when he caught sight of Akane.
At least I managed to get my towel around in time. The bathroom was destroyed though. Broken pipes were spitting water everywhere and the furo was demolished. Normally, Akane would have yelled at Ranma but even she could see that Ryoga had rammed the pigtailed boy through the wall. "You idiots!" she shouted. "Look what you did to the bathroom!"
"Akane, I'm so sorry!" Ryoga got up and backed away from her rapidly, holding his hands up in front of his eyes.
Ranma, flat on his back, held up a hand and coughed. "Wait, you moron..."
Ryoga either didn't hear or didn't listen, continuing to back away, right into a jet of water from one of the pipes. It happened to be cold. The sequenced of events that happened next taxed Akane's exhausted brain to its limits. Ryoga was gone and P-chan was here. Ryoga had disappeared at the same time that P-chan appeared. Ryoga had been hit with water and now P-chan was standing where he had been, terror in his eyes. Her brain almost refused to take the final step but little signs that seemed so obvious in retrospect began to trickle in. Ryoga avoiding cold water at all costs. P-chan wandering in and out of her life. That fucking bandana! Ryoga was P-chan. Ryoga was P-chan. Ryoga was fucking P-chan!
"No," Akane mumbled. "Tell me it isn't true." P-chan...Ryoga...turned and fled, tears streaming out behind him.
Ranma propped himself up on one elbow and looked at her guiltily. "Ryoga...he never meant to hurt you, Akane. You have to believe that."
Akane sprinted to her room. She flung herself down on her bed and screamed into her pillow. It didn't help. She looked around wildly. How many times had she had P-chan in this room? How many times had she changed in front of him? How many times had she confessed her innermost thoughts to him? How many times had she pulled him close to her breasts? She had to get out. Akane quickly pulled on a tanktop and a pair of shorts and fled the house.
She ran until she was gasping for breath. Somehow she ended up on a low hill overlooking Nerima. Akane stared up into the clear night sky and started to cry. How could she live now? Kuno had riled the boys up in their school enough that they somehow associated physical domination of her with love. She had hated all boys until she actually met two who could beat her in a fight but never tried to own her. She thought she could trust Ranma sometimes, but other times he seemed like a jerk and a pervert. Ryoga, though, Ryoga had always been a perfect friend. He was kind and considerate and never tried to take advantage of her. To learn that he was the biggest liar and pervert of all...How can I ever trust another boy?
"Akane..." Ranma said softly, behind her.
"Go away, Ranma," Akane said instinctively. Don't leave me alone.
"Akane, I..." Ranma trailed off and sighed. Damn it, Ranma. Can't you be what I need, just this once?
"There's nothing to say. You and Ryoga must have been having a pretty good laugh at me." No, that's not what I meant to say. Take me in your arms and tell me you'll never hurt me the way that Ryoga just did. She couldn't say it. Ranma wasn't silent behind her. After a while, she figured he really had gone away. Akane bowed her head and continued to cry softly.
Then a pair of arms wrapped around her and pulled her close. Akane stiffened, shocked, but a warmth started to diffuse through her. Ranma! "Akane Tendo," Tatewaki Kuno said. "My love." He nuzzled the top of her head.
No, not him. Anyone but him. Akane gagged and reached behind her to grasp the front of Kuno's kimono. She flung him forward into the city. Then she dropped to her knees. How could you abandon me, Ranma? Akane hugged herself and choked back vomit. It would never end, would it? Kuno would keep coming back. Happosai and Shampoo would keep torturing her. Who knew who else was playing her for a fool? Nabiki for certain. And Ranma and her father would stand by and let it happen. It was all going to keep happening again and again and again and again. Akane's eyes were wide and unblinking, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Unless...Akane giggled.
(x_x)
Tatewaki Kuno was quite happy when he crash-landed very close to his home. He got up and dusted himself off, chuckling. His precious Akane Tendo. She's so shy! Though she had been bold this afternoon. He could still picture it: his fierce tigress pulling up her skirt, looking away demurely with a blush on her cheeks. "I wish for my senpai to see every part of me," she had whispered. A trickle of blood dipped from Kuno's nostril at the thought of it. Truthfully, it was a little forward for him. Kuno would have preferred they exchange journals, go on a hike in the mountains, perhaps eat a picnic lovingly prepared by her. "And for dessert," the Akane of his mind said, "an extra special treat." Kuno reeled and pinched off his nose.
His servant's welcomed him home and he was treated to an excellent repast, as always. French, tonight. His chefs had a particular knack for French cuisine. "Master," his butler said, presenting a tape on a silver tray. "The newest Bubblegum Crisis has arrived."
"Excellent, man. I shall view it forthwith." Kuno descended into his media room and sat on his couch. Soon the video was playing and Kuno's heart was racing. It was a good episode. He loved the Knight Sabers. Especially Priss, who reminded him of his own loves.
Once the episode was over, Kuno got up and stretched. It had been a good day. New Bubblegum Crisis, he'd gone untouched in kendo practice and his darling Akane had revealed a part of herself that no other man had seen. "It is good to be alive," he said aloud. "Good to be Tatewaki Kuno." He went to his room and proceeded to record all of his thoughts and feelings about the day in his journal. When he was about halfway through, Kuno thought he heard something. He looked around warily. Kodachi had been holed up in her room all day but he was always cautious of what she might be up to. Nothing seemed amiss, though, so he shrugged it off and finished his entry. When it was done, Kuno admired it. I cannot wait for Akane to read these beautiful words!
Kuno got up and walked to the center of his room, where he could stare at the giant photographs of Akane Tendo and the Pigtailed Girl above his bed. He'd paid a pretty steep price to Nabiki for the pair but it was all worth it. He loved them dearly and it soothed his soul that they looked down upon him as he slept. Today had been a good day with Akane. He needed to free the Pigtailed Girl from the grasp of Ranma Saotome soon and date with her. Akane Tendo and the Pigtailed Girl. He loved them both and they both loved him. Could they all live together? Some would call it arrogant but was he not Tatewaki Kuno? Did he not deserve it?
Something hit him in the back. Kuno grunted and stumbled forward a step. Something like an electric shock seemed to fire through his body. Kuno fell to one knee. Heat spread from his back. He reached back and felt wetness. "W...what?" he mumbled. Kuno brought his hand back around and looked at it. It was crimson. What is happening? Weakness spread through his body and Kuno fell. He managed to twist around so he landed on his side. His back was on fire.
Kuno looked up and saw and angel standing above him. "Akane Tendo..." He whispered. She was in his room. He hoped it was tidy for her. He must show her around. He must get tea! Kuno tried to get up but his body wouldn't obey him. His back was starting to hurt. He was so hot. But he must play proper host to Akane Tendo after all. She was his guest and his lady love. He stared at her beautiful face and his eyes worked their way down her exquisite body. She was holding a butcher's knife for some reason, her hands covered in crimson. Was she cooking him a meal? What a delight! He would eat it soon. Perhaps a little nap first. Kuno closed his eyes.
(x_x)
Akane watched Kuno bleed out, still not quite believing what she did. She had followed Kuno home and managed to sneak into his mansion. While he was eating, she had filched a butcher's knife from the kitchen. Then she hesitated. Could she really do this? There was no doubt in her mind that Kuno deserved it but her commitment waved as she watched him enjoy an anime and write his daily thoughts in his journal like a normal human being. Then she'd seen him staring up at the giant portraits of her and Ranma and everything flooded back. He wasn't going to leave her alone. He wasn't ever going to leave her alone. There was only one thing to do.
So Akane did it. The knife went in so easily and now it was done. She watched the pool of crimson spread out from Kuno and watched his chest slowly stop moving up and down. It was done. He was gone. Forever. Never again would she have to deal with his molestation and harassment. Akane stared down at her blood hands and the knife gripped firmly in her right hand. Her eyes and her hands trembled. She had taken another human being's life.
And Akane felt...good.
Author's Notes: There you have it. Akane's first kill. I realize I was pretty cruel to her but I think I had to be to make her mental break make sense. Honestly, I've never been a big Akane aficionado but this kind of gave me some sympathy for her. For someone of her sensibilities, she really does have to deal with some bullshit. Obviously I piled on and exaggerated to a certain extent but the messed up thing is I don't think I exaggerated that much. Shampoo is meaner and more sexually forward than she normally is but I don't think Kuno or Happosai did anything out of character. I personally think some of Akane's reactions in here are reasonable and some aren't. I also decided that she would have the worst possible reaction to the Ryoga/P-chan reveal. I do want to say that I'm not trying to bash Ryoga here. This is from Akane's POV. I actually have some sympathy for that fanged dope. A little anyway.
From here, I hope the story gets a little more fun. Things proceeded pretty straightforward in his first chapter but my goal is to make this an interesting thriller where the residents of Nerima have to try and figure out who the killer is while getting picked off. Since Akane is weaker than most of her targets, she'll have to get a little creative too. This is pretty far outside of my normal wheelhouse so I'm just trying to have fun with it. Challenge myself a little.
Anyway, please let me know what you think. Reviews are appreciated! Thank you all very much for reading.
Kuragari