Harmless Gardening?
Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma 1/2
Tugging at his red collar, the heat irritating him, Ranma walked around the outside of the house to the front entrance.
Akane heard him call out to her. She turned around, giving him a bright smile.
Maybe it was the heat messing with his tired head, but it seemed as though she moved in slow motion. He noticed every movement she made; from the way her eyes widened when they set upon him. The way they lit up, almost, when she noticed he was advancing towards them; Kasumi and Akane.
Her hand glided up to her forehead, shading her eyes from the sun. Hers lips slowly curved upwards, her eyes squinting. Her cheeks were plump and rosy pink.
Her hair bounced and settled at her shoulders.
Her eyes beginning to open again, she began turning, returning to her work with Kasumi's aid: arranging a beautiful variety of flowers along the path up to the front door.
His eyes trailed down her figure, her chosen outfit for today exposing more than she usually would even dare to.
Lower and lower, he stared at her, taking in every little detail. His face was flushed, sweat dripping from every pore. But it was fine, he assured himself, he could blame it on the harsh heat that was beating down onto Nerima this fine summer morning.
She was knelt beside Kasumi, flattening the surface around another plant, the petals a soft, light pink.
On her pale blue skirt, he noticed, were faint traces of soil. He continued to stare, perhaps for too long.
"Ranma," Kasumi tore him from his gaze. "Could you pass me the next plant, behind you?"
"Uh-o-of course." Ranma stumbled over his words and, as he gently handled the soil-surrounded roots, was grateful that it was Kasumi. Naive Kasumi. Anyone else and they would have caught him staring... He would have been in a lot of trouble, especially had it been her father... Oh, boy, was he lucky!
He handed over the plant, a shy smile barely gracing them with its presence on his lips.
Ranma gripped his collar again, pulling at it. He faced the door, thinking it was best to head back inside.
He took step after step towards the entrance. While one mini-Ranma inside his head scowled, mumbling about how he wished Akane wouldn't be seen by any perverts dressing in such a manner, a second pointed out how he was staring. Yes, he was aware and had acknowledged that before returning inside and beginning to retreat up the stairs to find something different to wear today, he realised how good she looked. Not the fact that he was staring, because that meant nothing. Anyone could stare, and sometimes it could be unintentionally as they stared off into space, but he wanted to. Something, probably the way she was dressed, drew his eyes to her and kept them stuck like glue.
The messy yet, revealing top proved him wrong about his 'flat-chested' insults. And it definitely showed him how deluded he must have been to say she was sexless. After all, the top clung to her curves, the little skirt presented her smooth, flawless legs; they were perfectly shaped, specifically her thighs.
He shook his head as he let his red shirt drop to the floor in his shared bedroom. Closing his eyes, he realised that he might not ever be able to remove the image from his mind, but, hey! He wasn't complaining...
Small drabble of a summer's day. I know it's not summer anymore, but I had inspiration!
Anywho, I hope you enjoyed this! :D