Disclaimer: I don't own Ranma 1/2. Rumiko Takahashi does. This is mere fanfiction.

Ranma and Akane were holding hands and walking toward school

".. You're not uncute Akane"

Ranma's words hung there in the air after there was a minute or several minutes of silence

"She knows she is a tomboy yet gets mad when I tell her she is. I .. that doesn't make sense. She can't cook. Why does she get upset I am so wary of the food. I'm not only person to be so afraid. Does she get so angry at my pops or her dad? Nooo"

Ranma sighs hoping Akane would misinterpret said sigh would think it instead is a loving sigh dedicated to her instead of a small sigh out of mild frustration which was the reality of this situation unbeknown to the youngest Tendo daughter for Ranma was right that Akane did not suspect

Akane knew Ranma loved her. So often he just makes her so angry though. Such hurtful words. Oh there is Shampoo riding bike towards them. Shampoo jumps off bike, flips then glomps Ranma

"That pervert, letting Shampoo hold him like that.. he must be a pervert for letting Shampoo do that. Egads what a twotimer"

Ranma noticed glomp. It is hard to miss when a purple haired red eyed woman glomps you with strong arms. Well the woman was a girl of sixteen but the point isn't getting message no matter how much Saotome Ranma looks unhappy instead of pleased to be so glomped by the chinese girl. Shampoo isn't getting message that no quite bluntly means no

"Let go Shampoo. I don't love you"

Ranma tries to push her off. He seriously doesn't want Akane's temper to flare

"Why is Akane blaming this on me?"

He can see that Akane is getting mallet the mallet out of hammerspace. She is getting ready. Akane did get understandbly angry. Akane often hits Ranma instead of Shampoo. Often? Is it more like almost always or always. This case too Akane hints Ranma with the mallet without caring for excuses however good they might have been

"Akane nooo, no freaking no"

He twitches after attack. It hit and it hurt even a martial artist like him. Akane did not however look at him with sympahy. Maybe there would be no bruise but the emotional pain would be clear be there actual physical bruise or not. Ranma was tough but he does not deserve abuse now does he? Regardless the harm is done

"Whew that'll show him. What a louse. I can't believe I actually believed he loved me"

Akane glares at Ranma as if every bit of previous twenty minutes meant diddly squat and she had forgotten her lovely romantic morning walk with him. She conviently places away all memory and happy feelings she had towards him. Now it seems hate reigns in every artery and vein instead of the love or patience. Reason is not winning at all. Poor poor pitiful Ranma

Ranma twitches twice more then grins. He laughs dangerously perhaps even insanely. No it was not because of Kodachi drugs or pressure points. He's simply had enough. Shampoo wasn't punished. He was. Ukyo wasn't one thought perverted. He was. Even though he gentleman and hero and nice guy, it is HE HIMSELF people think of as pervert. Pops and Tendo-san as well as strangers. Kasumi never thought him a pervert but almost everyone he has ever stinkin met has come to conclusion at one time or another decision hard to shake that Ranma Saotome is a pervert

"Akane are you an idiot?"

Akane does not answer. She looks confused instead

"Um no I'm not. You are you dodo"

She turns and goes walking towards school with arms crossed as if Ranma was in the wrong. It might seem so to her. She did nothing wrong did she?

"Aiyaa! Ranma come with Shampoo please"

Shampoo wasn't truely stupid. Her Japanese was not perfect but she was not stupid. But like many in Nerima she is perhaps a moron when it comes to seeing others feelings and being mature. Shampoo like many of the Nerima Wrecking Crew is a teenager with conclusions drawn, wants natural, and to an extent selfish. She helps Ranma to her feet

"Leave Akane please. Come with me"

Ranma snaps Shampoo's neck after helped up. Shampoo may be best in village but insanity is not something miss Shampoo had been on guard for. It was quick. It was painless. It was not something she had any reason to be expecting. There was no witty banter. No last words of farewell. If Akane heard the neck crack there was no indication