Okay... So I've had this idea in my head for a while now, so here it is! My first attempt at a one-shot, hope I did okay!

Disclaimer: Ranma 1/2 is owned by Rumiko Takahashi, not me.

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I'm not stupid, I'm not foolish, but I most certainly am not strong.

I am weak. I am pathetic.

Just what happened to the way things were before? When I was the strongest person I knew? When I wasn't head over heels for anyone, whether they were attractive or not. When I would never even look at a guy. Just what happened?

Oh that's right, I fell in love.

That's right, me, Akane Tendo, the girl who would eventually inherit the Tendo dojo, the tomboy, fell in love.

I groaned inwardly as I rose out of the warm heaven that was my bed. I couldn't sleep, I haven't been able to for days since I accepted the fact I love Ranma. Yes, Ranma Saotome, the irrational, inconsiderate, jerk I was talking about earlier. He isn't that bad though, he's actually a really nice guy when you get to know him. But a part of me couldn't help but blame Ranma for making me overly dependent on him, even though I knew I could blame no one but myself.

Groaning once again at the thoughts that ran through my head, I gave up on the idea of sleep. I wasn't tired much anyways- which was definitely not healthy- so I quickly changed into my yellow fighting gi, and headed towards the training hall. Better to train and get stronger than just lie in bed thinking about it. Grinning to myself, I slid the doors open, revealing the same boy who was on my mind earlier, training vigorously. At my entrance he paused, looking over to me in obvious surprise.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, his tone scathing.

I frowned at him and gave him the best glare I could muster before walking past him, ignoring the perplexed expression on his face. One by one, I piled up five cinderblocks and was about to strike them as hard as I can...

"Okay, what did I do wrong this time, Akane?"

I sighed, he really didn't do anything wrong, its my fault I got this weak in the first place. Turning to him, I gave a wide, assuring-or at least I hope it looked assuring-smile. "You didn't do anything wrong, Ranma. Can't a girl wake up at..." Wait, what time was it again? I should rephrase that. "Early in the morning to get a little exercise?"

He knitted his eyebrows in concern. "It's three in the morning, you never wake up this early. What are you doing out of bed?"

'I should ask you the same thing' "Couldn't sleep," I said with a shrug.

He seemingly relaxed at my words, muttering a simple "Oh" in response and returning to his previous activities.

With a yell, I connected my fist through all five cinderblocks, the lack of pain in my fists telling me that this kind of training wouldn't suffice if I wanted to be stronger. I snuck a glance at the pig-tailed boy throwing punches and kicks at speed beyond what my eyes could see, and I vaguely wondered if I was capable of doing such things. 'Maybe he could teach me...'

Shyly, I called out, "Hey Ranma!"

He immediately stopped what he was doing and looked my way, his gray-blue depths clearly voicing 'what now?'

Slightly intimidated by his gaze, I fight the blush threatning to creep on my cheeks. "Do you want to spar with me?"

A cocky grin spread on his handsome face. "Well, I don't know, Akane, Are you sure you can keep up with me? I don't want to hold too much back, ya know."

I felt the overwhelming urge to slap him, my anger flaring up stronger than flames. Not wanting him to see this, I smirk right back at him, he can't see how he's affecting me. "Bring it on, pretty boy." Okay so adding that last part might have been a little too much, but hey, it worked. He remained still with a dumbfounded expression as I ran over to him, and swung my leg towards his side. Finally regaining his senses, he dodged my kick just in time, his arrogant smirk back in place.

"You're gonna have to do better than that, tomboy."

I glared at him, "Just you watch, you jerk!"

And sometime during our spar, I remembered just why I fell in love with Ranma in the first place.

"Come on Akane, be serious, stop playing around," He say's teasingly.

I twitched. I may love him, but his immaturity most definitely is not on my list of reasons. "Ranma..." I hissed in a sickly sweet voice.

For those of you who know me, you already know the routine.

I want to continue this soooooooo bad. But at the same time it's suppose to be a one-shot, so I 'll leave it to you lovely reviewers to decide!