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Promises Chapter 1
Akane closed her bedroom door, locked it, and then went straight to her desk. There was a big test tomorrow, and she wasn't going to let Ranma goad her into helping him study. Before she even sat down, she locked her windows and pulled the drapes so that Ranma wouldn't have a chance of sneaking in underneath her nose.
She had barely opened her books when there was a soft tap on the door.
"Akane. oh, Akane."
Akane squeezed her pencil so tightly that it snapped in half. Who would have guessed that Ranma would try to get in through an ordinary door? "What do you want?" she said through clenched teeth.
"Can I come in for a second? Please?"
"No! Not until you tell me what it is you want!"
"To see you," Ranma replied, his voice growing softer. "C'mon, Akane. let me in."
Akane looked up from her books, her cheeks feeling warm. Was Ranma actually being nice to her for a change?
"Please, Akane?" he went on. "If you let me in, I'll give you a present."
She stood up and went to the door. "Ranma," she said, putting her hand on the cool doorknob. "You promise you don't wanna study?"
"Oh, please," he said, and she could almost picture the smile on his face. "I did that last night."
Akane sighed, but opened the door anyway. Ranma immediately shoved a stack of books into her arms and pushed his way around her.
"Gotcha!" he said. "There's your present. Now will you please help me with my homework? Please!?"
Akane found it difficult to breath through her anger. She dropped his books to the floor as he stared at her, waiting for a response. "Ranma." she growled.
"Those are on loan, you know," he grumbled, bending over to gather them back up into his arms.
She moved to slap him across the face, but he managed to grab her wrist while he balanced the books in his other hand.
"C'mon, Akane. please?"
The twisted grin on his face was so pathetic, that she almost gave in. Instead, she pulled her arm away from his grasp. "If you would just learn to study on your own, then maybe I could get some of my own studying done."
"But you're so much smarter than I am."
Wow, he was really laying it on thick. "You're only saying that because you need my help. Any other time you'd be telling me how stupid I am."
"You are stupid," Ranma said as he flopped down on her bed, setting his books next to himself. "Just not when it comes to studying. Everything else, though."
Akane balled her fists and turned to glare at him. "If you really want my help, then you'll stop insulting me!" she yelled. "And get off my bed, you pervert!"
Ranma didn't even flinch; he only fell back until his head hit the pillow. "Okay, so you're not stupid," he admitted halfheartedly. "Just a little slow sometimes. But who can blame you? I mean, when you try and wear all those girly clothes, they can slow you down. Now, if only you'd stick to your workout outfit, then you'd be all set."
Akane didn't even bother to glance down at the yellow dress she wore that day. She only stomped over to her bed and narrowed her eyes at him. "You idiot. There's no way I'm helping you, now. Get off my bed and out of my room before I punch a hole through your head!" Her voice rose at the end, and Ranma, who sat up and scooted to the other side of the bed, was obviously starting to take her threats more seriously.
"Okay, okay." he said, holding his hands up in defense. "I'll shut up, just please, Akane, you've gotta help me study. I don't even know where to start."
She folded her arms across her chest and looked at him out of the corner of her eye. "Hmph. Why should I help you when all you ever are is mean to me?"
Ranma climbed back across the bed and hung his legs over the side. "I'm not always mean to you," he mumbled. "I mean, sure, I tease you a lot, but."
Akane blinked at him. "Yes, Ranma?"
"But sometimes you deserve it, right?"
Akane raised her hand, and this time she really did slap him across the face.
Ranma rubbed his sore cheek. "Hmm. I'll take that as a no."
It was quiet for a moment, and Akane was about to turn to him and tell him to get out again, but Ranma opened his mouth and beat her to the chase.
"What can I do to make it up to you?" he wanted to know. "I'll do anything."
Akane's eyes widened. "Anything?"
"Whoa, okay.," Ranma said, averting his eyes from hers. "Maybe I should take that back. I'll do anything within reason."
"Within your reason!" she shot back at him, but before she could say anything else, he grabbed her arm and pulled her down beside him.
"Sit down," he said. "You're making me nervous. You know, if you would just stop arguing and help me with my homework, then we could both be done by now."
Akane pushed him away. "I would be done if you weren't in here bothering me about helping you. Maybe if you could just sit still for more than two seconds you'd be able to study on your own."
He grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face him. "Please, Akane?" he said, his eyes big.
"No," she said, pushing him away once again and turning her back on him. "Tell me what you'll do for me and then maybe. maybe I'll consider helping you."
"Hmm," she heard him ponder. "Well. I'll take you out for ice cream after school tomorrow. And I won't make you pay."
Akane rolled her eyes. "Not good enough."
"Okay," he said. "I'll take out for ice cream tomorrow, and I. I won't look at your answers during the test tomorrow!"
She spun around to glare at him. "You were planning on looking at my answers!?" she exclaimed, and then pointed to the door. "Get out, Ranma. I'm not helping you!"
"I was kidding!" he grinned, holding up his hands. "What I meant to say was that I would. um. buy you a present!"
"Yeah, right," she scoffed. "You never buy me anything, and you don't even have any money. I'm not falling for that one."
"Okay," Ranma said as he looked forward and continued to ponder. "So, maybe I don't have any money. but maybe after we go out for ice cream, we can come back to the dojo, and I'll train with you."
"No way," Akane shook her head. "You never fight for real. Training with you is pointless."
"C'mon, Akane," he groaned, falling back on the bed. "I'm running out of ideas here."
Akane turned and smiled at him. "I know what you can do," she said.
Ranma turned red as he scooted away from her. What did he think she was going to say, anyway?
"You can promise not to insult me for an entire week. And each time you slip, you have to be nice to me for an extra day."
Ranma quickly sat up. "Are you kidding, Akane? You take everything as an insult! You're the most sensitive girl I know!"
"But don't you always call me a tomboy?!"
"That's different," he mumbled.
Akane took hold of his sleeve and pulled him closer. "Do you promise or not?" she asked, feeling a smirk creeping into her expression.
For a moment, Ranma only stared at her blinking, but then he took a deep breath and opened his mouth. "Fine," he said. "I promise, but you're not getting ice cream, too. Your figure could surely go without it."
Akane pushed him away. "That's for eight days," she growled, "that you have to be nice and not insult me."
Ranma's eyes widened. "Eight!? I thought you said a week!"
"You insulted me," she pointed out, "so now it's eight. Next time you'll think before you say anything. And yes, you will be taking me out for ice cream after school tomorrow." She stood up, noticing that his gaze followed her all the way to her desk. "Pick up your books, Ranma. We're studying."
A/N: This is my first Ranma story on FF.net. hope everyone likes it. Please Read and Review!! I hope to update very soon!
Promises Chapter 1
Akane closed her bedroom door, locked it, and then went straight to her desk. There was a big test tomorrow, and she wasn't going to let Ranma goad her into helping him study. Before she even sat down, she locked her windows and pulled the drapes so that Ranma wouldn't have a chance of sneaking in underneath her nose.
She had barely opened her books when there was a soft tap on the door.
"Akane. oh, Akane."
Akane squeezed her pencil so tightly that it snapped in half. Who would have guessed that Ranma would try to get in through an ordinary door? "What do you want?" she said through clenched teeth.
"Can I come in for a second? Please?"
"No! Not until you tell me what it is you want!"
"To see you," Ranma replied, his voice growing softer. "C'mon, Akane. let me in."
Akane looked up from her books, her cheeks feeling warm. Was Ranma actually being nice to her for a change?
"Please, Akane?" he went on. "If you let me in, I'll give you a present."
She stood up and went to the door. "Ranma," she said, putting her hand on the cool doorknob. "You promise you don't wanna study?"
"Oh, please," he said, and she could almost picture the smile on his face. "I did that last night."
Akane sighed, but opened the door anyway. Ranma immediately shoved a stack of books into her arms and pushed his way around her.
"Gotcha!" he said. "There's your present. Now will you please help me with my homework? Please!?"
Akane found it difficult to breath through her anger. She dropped his books to the floor as he stared at her, waiting for a response. "Ranma." she growled.
"Those are on loan, you know," he grumbled, bending over to gather them back up into his arms.
She moved to slap him across the face, but he managed to grab her wrist while he balanced the books in his other hand.
"C'mon, Akane. please?"
The twisted grin on his face was so pathetic, that she almost gave in. Instead, she pulled her arm away from his grasp. "If you would just learn to study on your own, then maybe I could get some of my own studying done."
"But you're so much smarter than I am."
Wow, he was really laying it on thick. "You're only saying that because you need my help. Any other time you'd be telling me how stupid I am."
"You are stupid," Ranma said as he flopped down on her bed, setting his books next to himself. "Just not when it comes to studying. Everything else, though."
Akane balled her fists and turned to glare at him. "If you really want my help, then you'll stop insulting me!" she yelled. "And get off my bed, you pervert!"
Ranma didn't even flinch; he only fell back until his head hit the pillow. "Okay, so you're not stupid," he admitted halfheartedly. "Just a little slow sometimes. But who can blame you? I mean, when you try and wear all those girly clothes, they can slow you down. Now, if only you'd stick to your workout outfit, then you'd be all set."
Akane didn't even bother to glance down at the yellow dress she wore that day. She only stomped over to her bed and narrowed her eyes at him. "You idiot. There's no way I'm helping you, now. Get off my bed and out of my room before I punch a hole through your head!" Her voice rose at the end, and Ranma, who sat up and scooted to the other side of the bed, was obviously starting to take her threats more seriously.
"Okay, okay." he said, holding his hands up in defense. "I'll shut up, just please, Akane, you've gotta help me study. I don't even know where to start."
She folded her arms across her chest and looked at him out of the corner of her eye. "Hmph. Why should I help you when all you ever are is mean to me?"
Ranma climbed back across the bed and hung his legs over the side. "I'm not always mean to you," he mumbled. "I mean, sure, I tease you a lot, but."
Akane blinked at him. "Yes, Ranma?"
"But sometimes you deserve it, right?"
Akane raised her hand, and this time she really did slap him across the face.
Ranma rubbed his sore cheek. "Hmm. I'll take that as a no."
It was quiet for a moment, and Akane was about to turn to him and tell him to get out again, but Ranma opened his mouth and beat her to the chase.
"What can I do to make it up to you?" he wanted to know. "I'll do anything."
Akane's eyes widened. "Anything?"
"Whoa, okay.," Ranma said, averting his eyes from hers. "Maybe I should take that back. I'll do anything within reason."
"Within your reason!" she shot back at him, but before she could say anything else, he grabbed her arm and pulled her down beside him.
"Sit down," he said. "You're making me nervous. You know, if you would just stop arguing and help me with my homework, then we could both be done by now."
Akane pushed him away. "I would be done if you weren't in here bothering me about helping you. Maybe if you could just sit still for more than two seconds you'd be able to study on your own."
He grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face him. "Please, Akane?" he said, his eyes big.
"No," she said, pushing him away once again and turning her back on him. "Tell me what you'll do for me and then maybe. maybe I'll consider helping you."
"Hmm," she heard him ponder. "Well. I'll take you out for ice cream after school tomorrow. And I won't make you pay."
Akane rolled her eyes. "Not good enough."
"Okay," he said. "I'll take out for ice cream tomorrow, and I. I won't look at your answers during the test tomorrow!"
She spun around to glare at him. "You were planning on looking at my answers!?" she exclaimed, and then pointed to the door. "Get out, Ranma. I'm not helping you!"
"I was kidding!" he grinned, holding up his hands. "What I meant to say was that I would. um. buy you a present!"
"Yeah, right," she scoffed. "You never buy me anything, and you don't even have any money. I'm not falling for that one."
"Okay," Ranma said as he looked forward and continued to ponder. "So, maybe I don't have any money. but maybe after we go out for ice cream, we can come back to the dojo, and I'll train with you."
"No way," Akane shook her head. "You never fight for real. Training with you is pointless."
"C'mon, Akane," he groaned, falling back on the bed. "I'm running out of ideas here."
Akane turned and smiled at him. "I know what you can do," she said.
Ranma turned red as he scooted away from her. What did he think she was going to say, anyway?
"You can promise not to insult me for an entire week. And each time you slip, you have to be nice to me for an extra day."
Ranma quickly sat up. "Are you kidding, Akane? You take everything as an insult! You're the most sensitive girl I know!"
"But don't you always call me a tomboy?!"
"That's different," he mumbled.
Akane took hold of his sleeve and pulled him closer. "Do you promise or not?" she asked, feeling a smirk creeping into her expression.
For a moment, Ranma only stared at her blinking, but then he took a deep breath and opened his mouth. "Fine," he said. "I promise, but you're not getting ice cream, too. Your figure could surely go without it."
Akane pushed him away. "That's for eight days," she growled, "that you have to be nice and not insult me."
Ranma's eyes widened. "Eight!? I thought you said a week!"
"You insulted me," she pointed out, "so now it's eight. Next time you'll think before you say anything. And yes, you will be taking me out for ice cream after school tomorrow." She stood up, noticing that his gaze followed her all the way to her desk. "Pick up your books, Ranma. We're studying."