A/N: Another fanfic! ^^ This idea popped into my head courtesy of New Years… Anyway, the first chapter is short, but most first ones are, anyhow! This idea is not, obviously, a hundred percent original, but it was A LOT of fun to write!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Ranma ½ or any of it's characters. They all belong to the genius Rumiko Takahashi and I am using them for fan purposes only. This is a fanfiction made by a fan, for fans.

Just… Married?!

Fanfic by: Kaywi

Chapter One: The Party

Akane was startled as another loud song erupted into her sensitive ears. The blue-haired girl sighed as another popular, loud rap song was played on the boom box. Her friends danced and chatted loudly. She, on the other hand, was completely and utterly... bored.

Daisuke was throwing a party due to their graduation ceremony that had occurred a few days before. A lot of her friends were leaving to study abroad and so he threw as a kind of going away party. Akane really didn't want to go- she wasn't fond of parties- but she decided to because one of her close friends, Yuka, was leaving to study in Toronto as well.

The party had started off pretty normally. Everyone sat down and chatted as they waited for the others to arrive. Once the majority of the people had arrived, everyone branched out and socialized with their own friends. Ranma and Akane had come to the party together, but they hadn't really seen each other since.

Daisuke came back into the room holding a bottle of champagne. "Anyone else want some?" he giggled happily, obviously drunk. Akane rolled her eyes. She was not a drinker. Her friends, however, were absolutely ecstatic to the idea that there would be liquor at the party.

"Akane," Daisuke wobbled over to her. "How 'bout you...?" he asked, slowly, hiccupping in between each syllable. "It's really good."

"N-no thanks, Daisuke." She smiled and laughed as he stumbled when he walked away, offering some to other ladies.

Akane reached over and grabbed herself an Orange Cola instead. At least this wouldn't make her act like a buffoon.

Yuka and Sayuri walked over to Akane and took a seat next to her on Daisuke's leather sofa. "Hiya, 'Kane!" they said in unison.

"Hi, guys." she said, placing a hand on her forehead. "Man, I have a headache."

"Yeah, the music is pretty loud, huh?" Yuka said, frowning. She wrapped her arms around Akane. "Man, I can't believe I'm leaving half way across the world." Tears began to fill her eyes. "I'll miss you so much!" She squeezed Akane tighter.

"Oh, Yuka. I'll miss you, too." Akane hugged her back. They had been friends since grade school.

"But, promise me you'll make me one of your bridesmaids once you marry Ranma!"

A blush filled Akane's cheeks. "W-what... Yuka!" she said, shyly stuttering.

Sayuri giggled and pointed at Akane's cheeks. This made her blush brighter.

"Well," Sayuri said. "She's got a point. It's been two years, Akane. When are you guys going to tie the knot?"

"I-I..." Akane said, trying to deny it, but gave up. "I don't know."

"You know, you're lucky he didn't leave you already." Yuka grimaced. "Me and Daisuke broke up after just two months of our relationship."

Akane's eyes widened. She'd never thought about that.

"I mean, what's wrong with him, anyway?" Sayuri said. "Why don't you want to marry him? I mean," she giggled. "It obviously isn't his looks."

"He's sortakinda polite," Yuka added.

"Not to mention sweet."

"And... oh God, strong!"

Akane's cheeks went crimson. "Enough, already, I get it! Anyway, don't you all see he's an absolute jerk? Who in the right mind would ever marry someone like him?! I mean he's conceited, calls me names..." Akane babbled.

"Ummm," Yuka disagreed. "Well, you beat him to a pulp half the time, Akane."

Akane went quiet. Well, that was true. But why were her friends taking his side?

"Listen, we all know you get jealous easily," Sayuri began. Akane opened her mouth, but Sayuri motioned her to be quiet. "But it's not like you make a move when he's all alone, right?"

"I mean look, he's standing right over there, all alone." Yuka said. ". To. Him!" she emphasized each word.

Akane turned her head away from her friends. "Y-Yuka, I mean I should stay with you and all, I mean, uh, you're the one moving soon, right?"

"Akane," Yuka said, sticking out her tongue. "I have five days left, okay. Plus, you promised we would go shopping together tomorrow."

Akane sighed. She was trapped.

"Go talk to him!" Sayuri urged her.

"Go!" Yuka giggled.

"I can't believe you guys!" Akane said, but stood up and began walking toward Ranma, anyhow.

As soon as Akane was out of earshot, Yuka giggled. "Dear, gullible Akane," she said and her and Sayuri hi-fived.

This is stupid. Akane thought. What is all this about marriage! He's a jerk, anyway.

Akane was about two meters away from Ranma when she gave a second-thought. Maybe I should just turn back, she thought. I mean, this is really stupid. What would he think? What would I say? She was about to give in when a different boy stepped in front of her, breaking her tracks.

"Well, hello there." he said, flashing his dazzling white teeth. The boy was very, very handsome. He had dark hair and blue eyes, although a pale kind, not quite like the gorgeous turquoise ones Ranma had.

"Hello," Akane said, solidly.

"Well, why are you all by yourself, beautiful?" he hiccupped. Akane smelled a strong liquor smell on his breath. She rolled her eyes.

"Um, excuse me, sir." she said, trying to move around him. He, however, wouldn't let her. He stood solidly in front of her, able to block every time she attempted to leave. He was fast. Too fast. Akane thought. Don't tell me he's a martial artist, too.

"Where do you think you're going?" he said and was instantly about two inches away from Akane's lips. He had a tight grasp around her and there was no way out. He's skilled. Akane gritted her teeth. He moved even closer and Akane racked her brain for more ways to get out. It was useless.

She prepared herself for the worst when someone grasped him from the back of his shirt and lifted him up.

"What do you think you're doing?" Ranma said, narrowing his eyes. Before the man could utter another word, Ranma lifted him over his head and tossed him, into the kitchen.

The whole crowd stopped chatting and the room went to dead silence. They stared at Ranma and Akane. Akane blushed brightly and turned her head. The crowd started at the blinking Ranma and blushing Akane for a few more seconds until they shrugged and turned their heads as well. They went back to their drinking, chatting and making out.

"Ahem," Akane said, her blush dying down. "T-thanks."

"No problem," Ranma said, his own blush building up. He placed a head behind his head and began scratching.

"But," Akane began. "I could've beat him on my own, I mean..."

"What?" Ranma laughed. "Yeah, sure. You were trapped and you know it!"

"No I wasn't! I didn't need YOU to butt in!"

"Oh, so you wanted to be kissed by that pervert, huh?"

Akane clenched her fist. "Go to hell, Ranma!" she said, and walked away. Ranma chased after her.

"Where do you think you're going?" he said, angrily. He placed a hand on her shoulder, forcing her to stop.

She turned back around and faced him. "Away from you! Why are you even here?"

Ranma crossed his arms across his chest. "Daisuke invited me. Said there would be free eats."

Akane brightened a bit. "Pig."

Ranma grinned. "Yeah, but all there is here is alcohol."

"You don't drink?" Akane asked.

"Hell, no." he replied.

"Have you ever tried it?"

"Yeah, pop drinks it all the time, but I never liked it. You?"

"No, never."

He grinned. "What, don't think you can handle it?"

Akane's eyebrow twitched. "What... did you say?"

He leaned against the wall, his arms still about his chest. "I knew it..." he laughed.

"As a matter of fact, I CAN handle it! I bet I could out-drink YOU any day!"

"Oh-ho-ho." he said, narrowing his eyes. "No way could a GIRL out-drink a man."

"Well," Akane said. She turned to the table and brought out two bottles of beer. "Put your money where your mouth is, Ranma!"

Ranma grabbed the bottle and easily popped off the lid. He chugged the whole beer down in less than twenty seconds.

"See, didn't even phase me." Ranma grinned.

Akane narrowed her eyes. "Oh, puh-leese," she said, trying to get the lid off her own. After fumbling with it for a few seconds, she had it off and looked at it, hesitantly. Ranma raised an eyebrow at her and her blood boiled. She, too, chugged the beer down in a matter of seconds.

She wiped her mouth triumphantly. "Hah," she said and grabbed a second one. "I'm sure I could do ten... no twenty more!"

"Keh!" Ranma said. "I'm sure I can do THIRTY!"

Ranma and Akane reached back to the table over and over again, grabbing bottle after bottle of the alcohol. After about Akane's fourth and Ranma's fifth, everything just about went blank.

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"Oh!" Akane said, startled and sat up in her bed. Her head was a rush and she felt awfully dizzy. She lied back down in her bed and decided to relax for a few more minutes. When her thoughts had died down, all that was left was pure pain in her head.

Oh, this must be a hangover, Akane thought and groaned. Why couldn't she remember anything from last night?

Akane opened her eyes and gasped at what she saw next. There was a big lump of blanket in the space next to her. Who was it? She gritted her teeth and carefully removed the blanket to reveal none other than... Ranma?!

Akane screamed and pushed Ranma off the bed. He landed in a heap on the floor.

"Ouch..." he said, rubbing his head. "Whatsa matter, Tomboy? Why the heck are you in my room?" He looked around. "Wait... this is.. your... room." He said, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"YOU PERVERT!" she shouted, grabbing her wooden sword. Thankfully, her body felt completely normal. Thank God, she thought. "HOW DARE YOU TRY AND... AND..."

"Wait, Akane!" he shouted, I don't remember anything! I-" he said, putting his hands in front of him. Akane's eyes just about bugged out of their sockets when she noticed something else.

There was a wedding band around Ranma's finger.

She looked down, trembling and to her dismay, found an identical one on her own.

She let out another scream, waking up the entire house.

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A/N: Okay, NO I was not drunk while writing this. I was just a little bored with all my serious fics so far and decided to approach something more humorous, yet still romantic. ^^ Remember, R&R!