I'm aware the Ranma 1/2 fandom is practically dead. BUT THAT DOESN'T STOP ME FROM LOVING IT. I can't believe I haven't written anything for them before. A crime, I know. Without further ado, here's some Ranma for your depraved souls.
"You punched me in the face while gesticulating wildly to a friend"
Despite the loud traffic and the muggy day, Akane Tendo had decided today would be a great day. She'd woken with the warm sun cascading through her window and a pleasant smell drifting through her room, which turned out to be her sisters cooking. She'd gotten all dressed up, even, to go meet her friend, Shizuku at the café for tea. Nothing fancy, but damn it, she felt cute. And though she still, secretly, wished her hair was still long like Kasumi's, she thought she was pulling off the short hair well.
Akane was sure that today would be great. That was, until she'd stepped foot in the café.
It was just a feeling, a simple, overly-exaggerated feeling, but she couldn't help but think that something annoying would occur the moment she walked into that little shop. But Shizuku had seen her from inside, and was waving at her to come in, so Akane continued her trek, ignoring her trepidation.
Eventually she forgot about it as she and Shizuku chatted and ordered tea and a pastry. Akane forgot how fun it was to feel like just a girl. Usually she was so busy fighting the boys at school or training at her family's dojo, that the simple things, like laughing with a friend at a café, had slipped her mind.
They decided to leave the café and just take a walk around. As they began cleaning their table Akane suddenly remembered what she'd been itching to tell Shizuku about.
"You won't believe it," Akane said, smiling excitedly, as she grabbed her cup and plate. Shizuku looked back at her curiously. "I was walking home the other day and you'll never guess what I found."
"What, Akane?"
"A cute, baby pig!" Akane exclaimed, and in her excitement, she spread out her arms and hit something hard and sharp. She winced in surprise and turned to see the object of her blunder.
A guy, about her age, sixteen, stood there holding his nose and glaring daggers at Akane. He was far taller than her, with black hair tied back in a short braid. Though Akane was against boys in every sense of the word, even she had to admit that he was good-looking in an aesthetic sense at least.
"What's the big idea?" he ground out. Akane, never one to back down, even if the fault is her own, stood straighter and offered a glare of her own.
"It was an accident you know," she muttered. Shizuku looked between the two, and then smirked.
"I don't know Akane," Shizuku sighed, "seemed like it might have been on purpose to me."
"Shizuku!" she exclaimed in horror. Akane wasn't sure what had gotten into the girl, but it certainly wasn't anything truthful. She hadn't even known the guy was there! What had gotten into her?
The guy harrumphed in triumph, finally lowering his hand from his nose.
"It wasn't!" Akane cried, turning to the guy (she'd really have to find out his name at some point). He just raised his eyebrows in a condescending manner. "But you know what? I think you deserved it no matter what!"
"Oh yeah?" he said, leaning forward. He looked her up and down. "You're not cute at all."
Akane's eyes widened in indignation and Shizuku muffled a giggle.
"I'd be eternally happy if I never saw you again," Akane fumed. She was this close from punching him. The only thing stopping her was the fact that it might get her kicked out, and consequently, Shizuku.
"Ditto."
With that, the boy turned and stomped out of the café. Akane and Shizuku stared at his back as he disappeared down the street, both equally baffled by the encounter. Akane finally whipped to Shizuku.
"What was that?"
"The cute boy you just went head to head with?" Shizuku giggled. "I don't know, fate maybe?"
Akane couldn't contain her scoff. "No, I meant the whole 'you did that on purpose' thing!"
Shizuku giggled and grabbed Akane's hand, pulling her out of the café. Akane hadn't realized, so wrapped up in the fight, that they'd amassed quite a few stares.
"I thought it was funny," she said lightly. "Messing with you is a beautiful hobby I've stumbled upon."
"Shizuku!" Akane cried, once again horrified by her friend. "That's so cruel!"
"What would be cruel if you never saw the mysterious boy again," Shizuku sighed longingly. Akane rolled her eyes in exasperation. Her friend always had her head stuck in a book, so it was no wonder she had made up some rival-to-love story about Akane and the jerk.
"What would be cruel is if I saw him again," Akane countered. Shizuku smirked, a twinkle in her eye.
"I bet he goes to our school. I heard we're having a new transfer student in our class this week."
Akane paled. "No, I'm sure it's not him," she denied, shaking her head. Akane continued on her trek back to her place, Shizuku trailing along, laughing lightly.
"Aren't you curious to know more about him?" Shizuku teased, sliding closer. "Not even the smallest bit?"
"Hmph!"
The next week the teacher announced a new student was welcoming their class, and all Akane felt was trepidation. It couldn't be him, surely. She didn't want the rest of her school year to be filled with glares and insults.
"Please welcome our new student, Ranma Saotome," the teacher droned, "who was recently studying martial arts in China."
Akane held her breath when the door was pulled open, and in walked her worst nightmare.
Shizuku could be heard cackling in the back of the classroom.
Comments, suggestions, reviews? Yes, no, maybe so?
I've missed my babies, and the prompt was PERFECT for them. Hopefully I did it justice ;0
PS: Akane's friend, Shizuku, doesn't exist in cannon. In fact, I dragged this friend from a DIFFERENT universe. A Miyazaki one. I'll post another chapter if anyone can guess what movie it is. Big hint: "SHIZUKU, I LOVE YOUUUUUU"