Your Greatest Desires Chapter 1: The Start of the Dreams, a ranma fanfic

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Well, first and foremost, I am LAZY. And I am too lazy to write fanfiction, especially on editing published fanfictions. That's the reason why I never rewrite my low-quality Chapter 1. Heck, even Chapter 2 can be included if I wanted to!

Anyway, I've EDITED/REWRITTEN the first chapter now, and hopefully, the second chapter would follow. Thus, I advise you to read the first chapter AGAIN, as I've added a whole bunch of things relevant to the main story. I guess I needed you guys to understand that there's a reason on why they acted that way. (And to think that I plan on revealing it on the next chapters..)

As you can see, the former first chapter is somewhat "bland." It is because it was originally a vignette, a plot-less chapter that I haven't even planned out. It just.. well, formed out of it. But since I've posted it here, I just took the story out and made something out of it. I hope that the edited pilot chapter doesn't confuse you enough.

Summary: Akane mistakenly uses the wrong potion on Ranma. The result? Lots of WAFFY Ranma and Akane romance. More Japanese references inside. Please R/R!

Rating: T

Genre: Romance / Humor

Your Greatest Desires

(君の唯一願 Kimi no Tadaichi Negai)

A Ranma ½ Fanfic

by kurasuchi ~

Chapter 1: The Start of the Dreams (夢の始まる Yume no Hajimaru)

"Hey Ranma, just follow my instructions okay? Now, close your eyes and don't open it until I tell you to do so. Remember, no peeking!"

"What do you really want me to do, huh? Do you really think I'd just follow you?"

This uncute tomboy, what was she thinking?

The said tomboy shrugged. "Well, if you really do not want to do so, then I suppose you don't need this?" Before Ranma can react, she presented him a packet of ancient Chinese herbs, the same concoctions he needed in order to be cured of the old lecher's curse. He cursed under his breath. Akane really did have the best bait for him to follow her.

But he ain't gonna sit there waiting for his looming death. He'd got to go now.

"Hey! Are you even listening?"

"Alright, alright. Gonna do it. No wonder you're so uncute. Nobody's gonna want to marry you, ya know!"

Ranma, you ingrate! Akane resisted an urge to kick him to orbit. However, she decided that it was still early for that. She can do it eventually, so it is best to not strangle him yet.

"Um…Ranma," she started. Ranma just stared at her wide-eyed.

Isn't she gonna hit him by now?

Nonetheless, Ranma accustomed to what his uncute fiancée had told him. He closed his eyes, and waited for Akane's signal for him to open it. Unfortunately, Akane seemed to have decided to let him stay like that for awhile.

Minutes have passed and Ranma started to worry—not only about his current situation, but also for his life. Is she plotting against him?

"Hey Akane, how long do you intend to keep this up?" he told her dreadfully.

"Just stay still Ranma. Geez, you never listen do you?" Akane replied with a silly grin plastered on her face. Her voice carried a hint of dismay, yet her face and actions depicted otherwise. He started to have suspicions on her current behavior. She is suspicious. Very suspicious indeed.

Akane, now using her free hand to shove something into her pocket and grab it, was startled when the pigtailed boy started squirming around. "Stop that, will you?" she scolded him, "I'm just going to let you drink this."

She then placed a cup on his hands and allowed him to hold it. The content was warm, probably even o-cha.

Why would Akane have to blindfold me when all I'm gonna do is drink tea? She's really up to something, like…

"Hey, Akane," he trailed, "you're really suspicious, ya know that? Um… did.." he spat, unable to finish.

"Did what?" she retorted.

"Did you make this?" he said wearily, with a peck of sweat rolling on his face. If she did prepare that, then he would have to retreat!

"No. Someone gave it to me. Don't worry, I haven't done anything."

Ranma sighed heavily with relief. At least she didn't prepare it. Though she said that it was given to her, he still doubted its authenticity. He didn't care who the hell gave it to her, as long as she didn't prepare it. Heck, it may even be Sayuri or Yuka or someone else he didn't know!

"Now Ranma, drink it."

"What?"

"I said drink it! Or else you'd regret it," she replied. Ranma sighed in defeat, and steeled himself for this amazing feat.

Though hesitant at first, Ranma brought the cup of tea onto his hands, gripped it tightly, and brought it closer to his mouth. He really had no choice, that old man Happosai was the cause of it all. If it weren't for him, then he could have just run away than become a captive of this unreasonable tomboy.

"Since when did you become like that, Akane? It isn't like you."

The cherry blossoms danced around the grounds of Furinkan High when Akane decided to have a stroll, alone. She walked with low, heavy steps as she kicked a pebble down the road.

It was a tough ride for her. She never thought that she will be this mad at Ranma. He always did those things to her, so why did it have to irritate her now? She scowled at the thought. Somehow, even through her anger, Ranma just played a very big role on complicating her life.

It all started as a chit-chat among friends. Ranma, Hiroshi and Daisuke—the three fools, as what she called them—went on to have another dose of their "manly discussions" during lunch break. And the ever-obsessive Ranma, whose mother is quite infatuated with the idea of sheer masculinity, was easily lured by the thought. After all, as what he had said, "It helped him on understanding his mother's perspective well."

Akane never really minded it at all. In fact, she was delighted with the idea of Ranma opening himself more into the world. Though Daisuke and Hiroshi weren't the best teachers available when it comes to being a "real man," they sure had played a large part on Ranma's character development.

It is a given that most of their discussions rooted on Ranma's multiple engagements, and his inability to choose among his other fiancées. Though Ranma's initial response is a violent one, he slowly calmed down and started to warm up to them.

Akane, on the other hand, was content on watching Ranma hold one of his "manly discussions" in action. Though he may be oblivious about it, she idly mused that ever since they held those discussions, Ranma had also started to treat her well. He didn't call her names as often as before. He even treated her some parfait when both of them had their own cravings (with Ranma going as a "she"). He even started to fend off Shampoo for awhile. Fortunately for him, Shampoo's flying bicycle didn't run through his face anymore.

Still, those things did not signify the start of a new chapter on her and Ranma's relationship. Just as Akane went out of her way to give Ranma his bentou, she heard him say something that she hadn't heard quite often now.

"Akane? Man, she's nuts. What can you see on that macho jock of a tomboy anyway? You guys are probably blind!"

"Ranma," Daisuke nudged him, " YOU are the one who's blind. Can't you even see that she is the best girl this school had ever had?"

Hiroshi nodded in response. "I absolutely agree with Daisuke, Ranma. Man, you're tough. She's a sweet girl. You're lucky enough to be her fiancé."

"Well, I sure ain't lucky to have that violent woman as a fiancée. She's such a dominatrix! She forces her food on me, and we all know that's not what I exactly call a 'quality chow'. And besides, she always punts me to oblivion every chance she gets!"

"So I'm the DOMINATRIX now, is it?"

The trio looked upon Akane, all shocked to see her standing right beside them. Is it possible that…she had heard them?

"Well then, Ranma! I'll show you who the dominatrix really is!"

Without having any second thoughts, she quickly tossed aside Ranma's bentou, and threw it at his face. It was a perfect hit.

"You crazy tomboy…"

And the Sakura petals danced once again. Akane, whose thoughts are full of anger towards her pigtailed fiancé, continued on trudging her way down the grassy path. She sighed heavily as she was put onto a complete stop.

"Ranma, you big jerk.."

"If I were you Akane-chan, I would have shown him the real meaning of the word 'dominatrix.' It would be a good lesson for him."

Akane, though startled at first, immediately looked upon the mysterious man.

"Happosai-ojiichan! What are you doing here?"

The ancient pervert just smiled in return. "Well, let's just say that like you, I also wanted for a nice stroll under the grace and beauty of these Sakura trees. I just happened to meet you here, just by chance."

Akane cannot believe what she had just heard from the old man. It was just too much out of character for him. He's an ancient pervert. Though he may be old, no one in the world would be as much as perverted as him. He's supposed to be stealing panties and stuff, so why is he going sentimental now?

Akane was about to reply when a faint "Ring!" was heard. Both of them cocked their heads towards the direction of the bell, and were surprised to see a merchant trudging his way up the road. Akane's amazement even doubled as she recognized the mysterious merchant. It was the same vendor that had sold her the sakura-mochi. She shuddered at the thought. The sakura-mochi was so damn accurate back then. She still cannot believe it actually worked. Still, about Ryouga's case…

"Ah, my dear customers! Are you troubled in love? Here, I have some specialties for you!"

Akane approached the vendor with a delighted expression. She is definitely going to buy something, proven on how effective it had been back on the sakura-mochi case. She just hoped that it would be 'just' Ranma this time.

Happosai, on the other hand, was more interested on Akane than the vendor. Oblivious to Akane, he slipped on something upon the vendor's stock of goods that were currently being sprawled on a blanket in the ground.

"Akane-chan," he said, " I think you should pick this."

He took the package that he had slipped on the vendor's merchandise, and placed it on Akane's palms.

"'You'll gonna buy that? That would only be five yen. Such a bargain!"

The short-haired girl only waved her hands in denial. "Eh? Wait, I haven't—"

Akane was startled by the recent events. Somehow, she cannot comprehend any of the old man's actions. First, he took a stroll along the Furinkan grounds to have a view at the cherry blossoms. Second, he picked a sachet of an ancient Chinese herb from the sakura-mochi merchant's merchandise. And third, he paid for the item and now he supposedly gave it to her?

"Yes, we will buy it," Happosai nudged, and gave the payment to the vendor. "Thank you very much."

The vendor wasted no more time and took off, leaving Happosai, Akane, and an old packet of who-knows-what in her hands. As the merchant left, Akane decided to settle these things once and for all.

"Ojii-chan! What the hell do you think you're doing, buying something like that without knowing anything?"

Happosai only gave a smirk of his own. "Don't underestimate me, Akane-chan. Do you really want to teach Ranma a lesson on becoming a dominatrix?"

"Well, of course I do! It's time I give that jerk a lesson!"

"Then that makes the story short. This potion can make it possible, Akane-chan. Not only that, but you can also know your possible future with Ranma if you make him drink this!"

Akane can only shudder in disbelief. "T—that potion could possibly tell me my apparent future with…Ranma?"

"Yes," said the old man, "I believe that's true. You will never know, maybe the time's just too close for the both of you to admit your feelings for one another, ne?"

"Since when did you become like that, Akane? It isn't like you.."

Akane can only gape at him in shock. Is he out of his damn mind? She just wanted to teach him a lesson, that's all! And besides, she knew it was effective, after all, the sakura-mochi was, anyway.

And to think that she could see a glimpse of her apparent future with Ranma… she cannot wait any longer! Would the two of them marry and inherit the dojo? When are they gonna marry? What will happen to the other fiancées? There are so many questions, yet only a few answers remain. She wanted to know if she really is destined for Ranma. It will serve as a proof that he was truly dedicated to her.

'Akane's acting really strange today,' he thought. 'Otherwise, why would she let me drink tea when she held me captive?' Ranma shivered at the thought. Then, he gulped. She really was plotting against him, then!

"Now Ranma, open your eyes."

Ranma then immediately opened his eyes. They wandered around the dojo for awhile, and then he sighed heavily, relieved that there were no poisonous food, weird gifts, crazy fiancées and goofy families to poke their noses in, not to mention all the weirdoes in Nerima. His mind then drifted back to the person that was sitting in front of him, his gaze focused silently on her, as she sat there chuckling silently.

"Oi, Akane, why the hell are you laughing?" he asked. He was growing agitated, thinking that there really is some weird thing done unto him. It's something that may maneuver him to oblivion, perhaps.

"Well, let's just say I hold you under my strings now." She tossed the tea aside, and then went on. "Feh. Now who's gonna call me a macho chick?"

Ranma grumbled in his seat. "Oh, what's the connection? You're still the uncute tomboy I knew. Kawaiikunee! Irokega- -"

He was silenced with Akane's fist that was seated on his face. "Tomboy? Uncute? You never learn," she lectured. "Now, you'll learn on who's really the boss."

"Oh, really? Well then, nice try Akane, but that's not gonna work on me."

Akane twitched her eyebrows.

"Shut up!"

She started to get furious.

"Listen Ranma, the tea that I just gave you is the Tendo School of Anything Goes Martial Arts Secret Weapon: The Blackwood Tea!" She then relaxed her arms and continued, "The Blackwood Tea gives someone the privilege to hold the guest under the host's command. And in my case Ranma, that is definitely you!"

Ranma shrugged. "Ooh, really? So you're imitating Shampoo now, huh? Well, I won't fall for that!"

"Oh, really now?" She then stood up, and raised her hand, forming her hand into a fist. "We'll see about that! Ranma, bow to me a hundred times while saying: 'Please forgive me, Master! I have done wrong!'"

She then pointed her index finger at him. "And, you will stop calling me all those names like uncute, macho jock tomboy, built like a brick, thighs are too thick, too stupid and cooks food like poison or something like that!"

She then waited for Ranma's response. Seconds passed, yet nothing came. He just plainly stared at her.

"Uncute."

"….."

"Sexless."

"…."

"Keh! You look stupid, ya know that?."

Akane cannot believe what she had just witnessed. The tea should be working by now. But, why is this still happening? And worse, he even made lengthy complaints about her just now. Did he really mean all of those?

Ranma, on the contrary, was now as confused as ever. Normally, Akane should have beaten him by now. Did he really hurt her that much with what he had said? He didn't really mean it. On the contrary, he even meant the opposite of what he really meant. It was all just a paradox.

"Umm.. Akane? Aren't you gonna hit me by now?" He imagined himself going through the roof, out of the house, free service via Akane's mallet. Yup, the title 'hammer girl' does indeed suit her. He shuddered at the thought.

"Oi, Akane.."

"Ranma…" Akane started going berserk. "..you JERK!"

With the friction from the air magnifying the impact of her well-known blunt weapon, she quickly grabbed her ever-trusted wooden mallet and smashed it into thin air, ultimately making the pigtailed man the end-receiver. Rough, wooden surface met with long, ebony locks of hair, and chaos emerged.

With that, he was pounded with her mallet and was thrown out of the roof.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this.. He was supposed to be following my orders!" She stood up and exited the dojo. "That jerk! He'll pay for this.."

So, Akane went on to wreak havoc upon the house.

Ranma held the bump on his head as he walked down the street. Though he may hate to admit it, but Akane sure does hit him perfectly sometimes.

But still... what was that about the tea?

Akane grew weary with every passing second as she waited for Happosai to emerge from his pile of "precious collection." After their stroll at the Furinkan grounds, she certainly needed to know the purpose of that ancient Chinese herb that he had given her.

"Ojii-san," she called out, basking the old pervert with her presence. "Come on, tell me! What's the real reason behind this?"

Happosai, as much to Akane's delight, finally emerged from the mountain-pile of underwear. He sat down across Akane with a stern look, and grabbed the packet for umpteenth time.

"You wanted to take revenge on Ranma, don't you?"

"No!" she retorted, too startled upon his sudden declaration. "I don't! I never do that to anyone!"

The old man shrugged it off. "Sure, you don't. Mind telling me what happens whenever you get angry at Ranma?"

"I, I'm not—"

" Yes, you do. And besides, it would only be effective for an hour, and as a bonus, you can even have a glimpse on your own future with Ranma! Not such a bad idea coming from your beloved Ojii-chan, isn't it?"

'Is he really sure about this? I… I also wanted to know the truth—about me and Ranma's future..'

"I..I suppose it cannot hurt to try it a little," she said, finally giving in to the old man's request. "But that doesn't mean I wanted to look at our future or something like that! I just wanted to know what it feels to have that jerk as a slave!"

"Whatever you say, Akane-chan. And as a consolation, I'll even let you have one of my precious collection!" he barked, as he suddenly jumped back to his pile of underwear and came back after a second, as his hand clutched a lacy pink underwear. "If you do not like the design, just speak up. I have lots of other panties and bras in my collection!"

"I probably won't take that offer, thank you," said Akane as she sweat dropped. Telling herself that she had done enough, she started to stand up, and balanced herself to avoid falling down. With a quick stride of her own, she then walked to the door, and held it with her bare hands to slide it and go outside.

"Akane-chan."

Akane had already stepped outside the room when she heard Happosai call her name. Without thinking twice, she poked her head through the sliding door. "What is it, Ojii-san?"

"I suggest you use this," he said, and handed a sheet of paper to Akane. She then grabbed it from the old man, and read it.

"Why the script? I don't need this. I do know how to punish Ranma on my own, and I certainly knew how to make him my slave!" she furiously barked at the old man, all irritated at the fact that he was underestimating her abilities.

"Trust me, Akane-chan," he replied, "I do know what I am talking about."

Akane can only stare at him in disbelief. She did know the best course of action on this matter. Would she be dismayed at the results once she had followed the script? Sure, she mused, the only method she knew on punishing Ranma is on punting him to oblivion with a kick, an uppercut and a smash from her ever-trusted mallet. What could actually happen if she decides to try this one out? After all, it is only for an hour…

"Ojii-san…"

"Ojii-san! Happosai-ojiisan! Hey, are you there?" Akane knocked furiously upon the door of the infamous old letch. "Ojii-san, let me come in!"

Happosai then allowed Akane to enter. "So, what brings you here, Akane-chan?" he glanced over his lingerie collection and said, "Perhaps you came here just to take a peek at my precious collection, aren't you?"

"Huh? Of course not," Akane shrugged off. "Jijii-what the hell is that thing you gave me? It doesn't even work! And what's worse, Ranma made fun of me! I let myself look stupid, believing that Ranma would be my slave!"

Happosai's eyes widened at the accusation. He lowered his head calmly, grabbing a cup of tea into his hands, and replied: "I do not comprehend any of your accusations, my sweet Akane-chan. Perhaps you are mistaken."

Akane's eyebrows twitched in fury and determination. She really was going to make that old geezer pay for what-

"Oh? Feigning innocence, isn't it? Stupid old man-" A voice out of nowhere countered Happosai's intentions. "Tell me more about your stuff," the pigtailed boy in question was now leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed.

"Ranma! When did you-?" Akane asked, aghast. Her anger and rage against Happosai were temporarily forgotten.

"Well, that's not important now," Ranma said as he sat beside Akane. "You ought to tell me something here, Akane. Explain yourself."

"But Ranma, I.. uh.."

"There's no time for excuses! You've got to-"

"To?" Akane adds.

"To… to.. I.. uh.. Akane, you," Ranma trailed off. He started to see things he hadn't expected to see.

"Akane…"

And the world was blank.

Thud.

There were faint cries and everything. He could hear it all. It… was Akane's voice.

Akane's… what?

"Ranma!"

He fell to the floor. He fainted.

A/N: Here it is once again! I edited it again! I can edit it again if you like! But, the more I edit, the more the next chapters would be delayed! What can you say about that? =3