AN: Normally I write HP or Inuyasha fanfics but as a Rumiko Takahashi fan, I've always been in love with Ranma. After all these years, this is me finally taking a whack at a Ranma and Akane fic, mainly because I'm trying to live out what I'd love to see actually happen between an anime couple that's continued to be one of my top favorites.
This is an AU story, just to be safe. I took a lot of liberties to make this the way I wanted but regardless I hope you can all find enjoyment in this rubbish, smutty WIP. With that being said this fic is full of crude language and sexual content. You've officially been advised.
I own nothing!
Hurricane Love
Chapter One
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Tendo Dojo
It was a beautiful day and Akane Tendo was just getting out of the bath after a long hour and a half of training. Her muscles were refreshed and although she was slightly more energized she'd still felt plenty exhausted from studying so late every night for her final exams scheduled next week. She was feeling parched so after she dressed in the washroom, she went to get a glass of water.
That day she'd chose only to don a short powder-white skirt, a light sweater that was a pine-green hue and a pair of undies. She preferred to not wear a bra and figured if she went out later she could just put one on before she left no problem. Akane brushed her hair, slipped into some comfy, slouchy socks and headed for the kitchen.
As she waltzed through the main corridor, Akane noted that the house was unusually quiet and wondered just where everyone got to. It was seven-thirty in the morning on a weekend, so shouldn't more members of her unconventional family be mucking about? They were so unnecessarily noisy all the time – not that she wasn't guilty of being loud herself. The rest of them brought it out in her, truly. If they hadn't pissed her off all the time, maybe she wouldn't yell.
The water was refreshing as it slid down her throat, rejuvenating her senses. Akane finished the glass with a smack of her lips and refilled it with more water immediately. There was a perfect-looking banana sitting in the bowl that Kasumi consistently filled with different sorts of fruit and for Akane, at that very moment a banana sounded good – and healthy too, that was always a plus. She paired her fruit with a bowl of granola cereal and along with the rest of her water, drank some pineapple juice too. After eating she went to the sitting room and sprawled out on the couch.
Where were her dad and Uncle Saotome? What about Nabiki or Kasumi, her sisters? Kasumi moved in with Dr. Tofu but still popped over unreasonably often, which was just her way of course. She'd always stepped in as the mother figure, after all but Kasumi might start having kids of her own sooner than they think since she'd gotten married.
They were all older now. Akane was a senior and Nabiki was commuting to the nearest Uni. So either Nabiki was out bustling around town, which wasn't odd especially for a weekend, or she simply remained asleep in her room.
Was her fiancé, Ranma Saotome even awake yet? You never knew with him but most often he'd have been up, typically meeting her in the dojo for some training. Maybe he, Uncle Saotome and her father went out together. Akane wished they might've considered mentioning it to her before they left, if they had. She didn't like to worry about them.
Thinking back on the strong, young man with the black pig-tail, Akane had grown deep affections for him – even if he was a total jerk most days. She felt nervous for what the future had in store for her. As were their duties, they were to be married at some point (hopefully not for a few years) and take over the dojo. Sadly, on the outside it seemed like she was the last girl Ranma would ever pick to be his bride.
Up until recently, Akane always reasoned that if things were to ever work out between them, they'd have to take things slowly. As plucky and brave as Ranma was in a fight, when it came to her and anything remotely romantic involving her, Ranma either froze up and suppressed his emotions, or he blatantly threw insults at her. It was so irritating because any other time, the guy was all talk. He acted so confident when he was putting her down, and he had an uncanny ability of pushing all the right buttons, the ones that really got her in a jealous rage.
However, despite his seemingly ruthless nature Ranma could not for his life build the courage to give her a real kiss, couldn't stand to take her in his arms. Deep down Akane knew he couldn't really mean it when he said those mean things. Somewhere within him, Ranma had genuine feelings for her no matter how repulsed he said he was. She could feel it there, she knew she could.
To be frank she wanted Ranma to kiss her – badly. As a hormonal female in her teenage prime at age eighteen and still incredibly inexperienced, Akane was ready to experiment with the only person it felt right to do such things with. To find out if Ranma wanted her in the same way, she could attempt to make a move… but how? Ranma would just push her away, wouldn't he? He'd reject her and Akane would once again be mortified.
Still, she'd never know if she didn't try.
Before long, Akane was lulled to sleep by the sudden drizzling of rain outside, Ranma the last thing on her mind.
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Most people stayed where they were at when there was a constant downpour and waited until it was over to keep dry. Ranma on the other hand, hadn't been too far from home to begin with so instead he'd opted to take the risk and hop back to the Tendo residence.
When Ranma arrived, he'd been positively drenched so naturally he was in his girl form. He'd jumped over the stone fence and went in through the sliding-door to the dining room. The inviting warmth inside the Tendo residence had been worth all the trouble. It felt instantly satisfying and Ranma sighed in relief, sliding off his shoes.
As he set some water on the stove in the kitchen, Ranma started to think about where he'd been before he'd returned home.
He was over at Ukyo's. It was the strangest thing; she'd come very early at about five in the morning. Ranma was already in the middle of his training. The sun was just about to rise. He'd been the only one awake at the time. Ukyo greeted Ranma in the dojo, asking him very politely if he'd like breakfast while they talked something over. Ranma couldn't refuse a good meal and figured he could handle whatever Ucchan needed to talk about, as long as it wasn't some stunt involving Shampoo or anything like that. Surprisingly, Ukyo hadn't done something of the "psychotic fiancé" variety in quite a while so he wasn't too worried.
When she served him the promised breakfast – which had been delicious, by the way – Ukyo broke it down for him.
"So what is it you wanted to talk about, Ucchan?" Ranma asked, looking up at her from his seat and taking a ginormous bite of his omelet. Ukyo took a deep breath, peering back at him from behind the bar.
"I've thought on this for a very long time," the brunette began, but then her cheeks pinked. "I'm not a dumb girl. I know that you a-are…" she stumbled, changing directions. "I now understand that I could never come between you and Akane. No matter what you say Ranma, it is unfortunately obvious how you really feel."
It wasn't a question and what she said was making Ranma feel incredibly uncomfortable. He was about to object immediately but the sorrow shining in Ukyo's stare made him hesitate. Where exactly was she going with this? She looked so mournful. This could end extremely bad or… could there be a silver-lining at work here?
"Wha-What are you trying to tell me?" was all he could manage at the time. He'd been blindsided, struck completely witless. She seemed like she was going to cry from his statement, the tears brimming at her eyes.
"You don't deny it then," Ukyo stated. "I-I knew it, see? I am stubborn but I don't think I can go through this again, Ranma. I was rightfully your fiancé too but… it's clear to me that you two are meant for each other. You're both my friends. I'm sorry for always giving you a hard time," she turned around now, the tears spilling over and Ranma felt the instinct to try and comfort her.
He got up and rested his hand amiably on the back of her shoulder as she wracked with sobs. What she was saying wasn't a lie but he wasn't going to admit that out-loud… how did she know? He hadn't realized he'd been so obvious all this time. "I'm confused," he paused, swallowing down his nervousness. "Are you fi-finally giving up on me?"
Ukyo let out a breathy, dramatic sigh. "Yes. I am almost certain," she wiped her wet face, willing herself to stop crying. "Besides, I-I sense a connection within someone else. Depending on how things go, I may or may not pursue this person." Ukyo was twiddling her thumbs, facing Ranma again. She was always a brave girl even with the tumultuous emotions wreaking havoc inside her head. "Ranma Saotome: I, Ukyo Kuonji here by give you my official blessing to marry Akane Tendo. From now on I'll stand aside." Ukyo proudly exclaimed to him.
Ranma simply nodded in return. He was still confused, feeling sorry for Ucchan that it had to be this way yet also finding amusement over how the chef presumed she had any say in his choices to begin with. He'd thought he'd always been pretty clear… Either way, this was a big deal; perhaps she really, really might let him be? 'One down, one to go,' Ranma tallied in his brain. He felt happy he'd only have to deal with getting rid of Shampoo now. Sooner or later, the petite Amazon girl was gonna have to go back to China, or at least leave him alone as well. He hoped anyway.
The kettle was bubbling, steam rising and it signaled to Ranma that the water was hot enough to turn him back into his original-self. Once a boy again, he peeled his sopping wet shirt off his torso and threw it over his shoulder to bring upstairs. He left the kitchen, going past the open door to the living room. Thick thighs and a shock of bluish-black hair caught his eye, stopping him right in his tracks.
Akane's long legs weren't a sight he was unfamiliar with, no and he'd also seen her semi-naked on a few occasions, even though that was by accident. Ranma claimed he'd been unaffected by her nudity, that her body wasn't special or anything to be admired but that wasn't true.
The way she looked there just now, lying down on her stomach; her back was arched with one creamy thigh slightly raised, drawing her skirt upwards and exposing the curvy underside of her butt. He could never admit it to her but Ranma liked what he saw when he looked at Akane. He liked it a lot and was lying every time he'd told her she was un-cute. In reality, he thought Akane was a total babe.
He hated feeling as if he were stooping to any degree of Happosai's level, the little lecher but when Ranma was alone and giving into his own satisfaction, the only face he could ever picture was Akane's. She had no idea but her wide hips, rounded bottom and perky breasts were all that clouded his mind when he took his showers or if he was in the privacy of his bedroom. Standing there leering at Akane's sexy figure… he felt like such a stupid pervert, however that familiar tugging in his throbbing loins was a straight give-away that he was indeed a testosterone-infused, human male. Eventually he'd have to take care of himself, as was organic.
Akane stirred on the couch and Ranma – having a mild panic attack – continued upstairs to his room, pretending as if nothing happened.
When he made it to his bedroom Ranma was stunned that his dad, Genma wasn't there since he didn't see him anywhere else in the house. Genma and Soun drank a great amount of alcohol the previous evening, and were hungover as hell before Ranma went to Ukyo's. Ranma assumed they'd be asleep for a while but apparently they'd wandered off somewhere during the time he'd been out.
He stretched like a cat on his futon, glad no one was about to disturb him. It'd been awhile since he'd given himself pleasure and the urge was overwhelming him just then after settling his eyes over Akane's scrumptious underside. 'Ugh, if that little tomboy actually knew what she did to me…' he decided not to dwell on that, for if Akane realized that right then Ranma was thinking about grabbing her hips and pounding himself deep inside her, completely wrecking her she'd know just how much of a mongrel he really was. She'd hate him even more than she already did. Instead, Ranma fantasized that Akane wanted him. He pretended she was right there in front of him, stroking him and letting his hands traverse her warm body.
'Fuck,' Ranma couldn't believe she was going to be his wife. He was so lucky. If it had to be anybody, he was thankful he'd gotten betrothed to Akane Tendo first. Yes, she wasn't a great cook but he could look beyond that, truly. That didn't even matter. He'd stick by her no matter what. If only he could stop being such a dumb chicken and just make a move already. As he pumped his hand up and down his length, Ranma fantasized that he had what it took to show Akane what he was really made of.
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The clock struck eight-thirty and Akane's big eyes flew open, wondering how she even fell asleep. She yawned as she rose, getting up from the couch. "Jeez, how long was I out for?" she wondered to no one in particular, attempting to get her bearings in order.
Akane saw what time it was and she shook her head. It wasn't like her to remain so sleepy this early in the day but fortunately school and all its trials would be over soon. She wouldn't have to worry about exams for a good bit. After all, like Nabiki she was going to University to take some business classes. It was for the dojo's own good that she did, not that she was an invalid or anything. It was time to become a real teacher, start reeling in more students and learn to run an establishment the right way.
Suddenly, she heard a noise upstairs. It sounded sort of like a moan of some kind and Akane's curiosity got the best of her. She maneuvered her way up the stairs as stealthily as possible, keeping casual while she walked down the hallway, her feet light. She went past Kasumi's old room, past her dad's and Nabiki's… but the soft murmurs were coming from Ranma and Mr. Saotome's room. Akane raised her hand, about to rap her knuckles on the door to ask if everything was alright but stopped at the sound of her name.
"Akane, ungh…" the voice whimpered from inside the room. It was Ranma. What was he… was he having a nightmare? She was going to walk in but then, "Oh Akane, yes… oh yes."
Akane almost let out a gasp, holding her hand to her mouth. Her face instantly flushed beet red. She thought her ears were deceiving her. Ranma was uttering her name behind closed doors and there were… there were slippery, repetitive noises. Surely, he was doing right then what most boys did when they were alone and feeling turned on.
In other circumstances, she would have thought him a sicko. She would have opened the door screaming and then kicked him into oblivion but… this was just proof, wasn't it? Ranma really did possess an attraction for her. Akane's thighs rubbed together at the thought that he was so very near, touching himself to the thought of her, just on the other side of that door. This was so wrong. She had to walk away, so she did.
Akane belted straight to her room, closing the door and hoping he couldn't hear. Finally, she actually had the upper-hand on Ranma's emotions. Akane could try to seduce him now with more confidence.
The youngest Tendo daughter hadn't anticipated that Ranma did hear her, becoming acutely aware that someone had been out in the hall after a swift creak and shut of a door. Without delay he ceased his activity and pulled his blue pants back up. Who'd been out there? Did they happen to hear him? How could he be such an idiot? He hadn't even realized but… was he speaking out-loud at all during that?
Damnit, he was pretty sure he did. Whoever it was, phew he was never going to live it down.
Ranma headed to the bathroom to wash his hands. As he walked down the hallway he noted that shuffling noises were coming from behind the room with the hanging yellow ducky. Yup, he was done for.
After he cleaned up, Ranma thought maybe he would try to talk to Akane. Why not, right? Honestly, what did he have to lose? She hated him all the same, anyway… or maybe he could pretend like nothing even happened. He'd act like he'd been sleeping and was having a bad dream or something.
He lingered in front of her room, leaning his hands on the door-frame. Oh, who was he fooling? Akane wasn't stupid like he always said she was. She'd see through his bullshit right away. Man, could he really do this?
Ranma almost turned to leave when the door opened and Akane was standing there in front of him. Two splotches, ruddy and scarlet appeared on both their cheeks. He was scratching the back of his head, looking away sheepishly and Akane blinked up at him. "Ranma, what're you-"
"Sorry Akane," he interrupted. "I uh, I had to come check up on you, ya see? I needed to make sure you were alright 'cuz well, I-I just had to, okay?" Ranma was already immensely embarrassed and to cover it up he spun his back towards her, unable to show his face. He hadn't even been able to finish his sentence. He was attempting to go with his lie and say he'd been having a bad dream about her but he definitely wasn't pulling it off. "Now that I can see you're fine, I-"Akane grabbed onto his arm, tightly taking a hold of it and Ranma looked back at her. "Huh?"
"Wait," she begged, pulling him inside and closing the door.
"Akane, but-"
She'd taken him completely off guard, promptly pushing him against the wooden sheath that separated them from the supposedly empty house. Akane bit her lip, her hands timidly roaming along his shirtless frame. Ranma wanted to stop her but it felt sinfully good to him and against his better judgement he let Akane persist. She enjoyed feeling the coiled muscles of his biceps, broad shoulders and chiseled abdomen rippling beneath her fingertips.
As she smoothed her palms across his chest and pressed herself into him ever closer, Ranma sucked in a breath of air through his teeth, hissing in pleasure. Akane's delicate caresses were searing hot on his skin and the way her soft curves were pushing into him like that… it was sending him over the edge. If he didn't want her to see him aroused he'd need to get out of there now. He'd literally just been beating it not even five minutes ago and the craving for her was still fresh.
Ranma grasped onto both her wrists, bringing her hands firmly to his heart. "Akane, what are you doing?" he asked her sternly, putting on his best serious face. Her brows crinkled together in frustration and the thunder bellowed from outside.
"Don't be such a dummy right now," she told him, trying not to get angry. "I'm pretty sure you know what I'm doing."
"Do I?" Ranma asked abruptly. "What if you're really just Shampoo in disguise, here jumping my bones and making me believe you're Akane? My, how despicable that would be… and disappointing if you ask me," he added, muttering quietly at the end. Akane's brown eyes grew larger in surprise, although Ranma hadn't been specific on why exactly he'd feel disappointed. She snorted in disdain.
"You're an idiot. If I was Shampoo I wouldn't be able to speak proper Japanese like I am right now, obviously." Ranma was smirking, smug as can be. He was well aware she was the real Akane but he'd skirt around showing her his own emotions for as long as he could. "I think you know why I pulled you in here Ranma," she then said, her voice low and his nerve faltered. She was coyly gazing up at him, her stare half-lidded and he let his grip loosen on her hands, getting lost in her beauty. "I think you know what I heard you… doing in there,"
"I-I tried to tell you. I was having a bad dream," he countered, the lightning cutting through the dim atmosphere of her bedroom. Ranma was in full panic-mode now.
"Ugh," Akane was exasperated. "Why can't you just admit it, Ranma? Would it kill you to give in every once in a while to-to just do the things you really want to do?"
"D-Do…?" Ranma stuttered, parroting her. "What makes you think I want to-to… what do you think you heard?" He sounded very offended and Akane growled at him, absolutely disgruntled. Damnit, he thought that was so cute.
"Ranma," she seethed. "You know, I tried not to believe it but I was right once again. You really are just a no-good coward!"
"What?"
"That's right," she clipped. "You never do anything bold, not when it comes to me. Sure whatever – you've rescued me from danger hundreds of times but when it's just you and me, face to face you don't have the guts to-"
Before she could say anything else, in one exceedingly fast motion he flipped Akane around in his arms, trapping her and pushing her face to the door. The girl was at Ranma's mercy and she submitted, his hardened stomach flattening against her back. Ranma rested one of his big hands on her side and similar to how she'd just done, allowed his other to travel gingerly across her body. He grazed the warmth of Akane's skin under her sweater, teasing at the belt of her skirt and a small whimper escaped her lips. Ranma's hand went on, roguishly sweeping over her toned belly then skimming the tips of his digits across the supple flesh of her left breast.
Involuntarily Ranma thrust forward, grounding his now painfully rock-solid shaft directly into the crease of her round rear. Akane was gasping as she arched her back against him and Ranma grunted in approval. He went the extra mile, fully covering her perky mounds with both of his calloused hands. The feel of her made Ranma groan so loud and in a tantalizing manner, he ardently rolled her pebbled nipples in between his thumbs and indexes. He twisted and pulled on them rudely, eliciting from her more playful mewls.
Being there, breathing heavily while entangled in each other's arms was filling them both with the most eager of anticipations. They liked this better than arguing, that's for sure. They really liked this better.
Then their moment was interrupted as random bangs and boisterous voices reverberated throughout the walls of the previously peaceful house. It was Soun and Genma, home again and calling out for their family members in greeting. Ranma and Akane stopped, pulling away from each other as they came to their senses.
The thunderstorm outside was really beginning to rage, mirroring their palpable desire. Without saying a word Akane gave Ranma one last, steamy look before she left him alone to digest what they'd just done.
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AN: What do you think so far? I'm having a lot of fun writing this and can't wait to reveal what happens next. Thank you so much for reading!
