Akane Hoshino: Chapter1.

Hi! This is my first attempt at writing fan fiction. Well, I could say a lot more.

Since I'm just rambling go ahead and review please!

Disclaimer: I don't own Ranma ½!!!

Chapter 1: Such pitiful snow.

It was freezing to death, but she would continue.

She had nothing left except her back bag, clothes and soul, but she wouldn't give up.

Her life was miserable, she was miserable.

Soun Tendo ran upstairs, 'wake up Ryoga!' A black haired boy slowly opened his eyelids, but shut them immediately. 'What is it dad? Lemme sleep.' He mumbled. 'This is no time to sleep!' His father threw of the bed sheets showing a muscled sixteen year old boy with a bandanna. The boy grabbed them back, wrapped them around him, and continued to sleep.

His father being familiar with this decided that it was time for 'the weapon'. 'Hey, if you aren't fast enough, then I'll give all the sandwiches to Ranma.'

The boy suddenly realized something; 'Ranma being faster than me? He'll never be!' With these words in his mind he threw of the bed sheets, and ran downstairs so he could eat sooner than Ranma, leaving him nothing to eat. (Not to mention being there sooner than him.)

Soun could only sigh. Now he had to wake up Ranma and Mousse.

Some people would glance briefly at her and then turn away. The girl didn't mind. As long as those three thirty year old hags that stood on the other side of the street weren't talking about her, it was fine. 'I don't want to be noticed by anyone, she thought. Hopefully I'll get rid of it as soon as possible.' It was only too bad that the three hags were to her dissatisfaction talking about her. She knew it by the way they were whispering behind their hands, and the fact that they shot so many brief glances at her. It didn't took her long to realize that she was their main subject, and would stay that way for a long time.

The girl wanted to leave, stay away from them. They were penetrating her world, a world that was her life. 'It will soon change to death if I don't get rid of it.' The thought scared her. 'How I wish this was all over!' Her thoughts were changing from horrible to extreme sadness. A silent tear ran over her cheek. Nobody cared about her! She was good for nothing!

The three females started to whisper even louder.

She could almost hear them!

'Stop it.' She thought. 'Stop it. Stop it! STOP IT! STOP IT!! STOP IT!!!

But the voices didn't stop and screamed uncontrollably in her head.

'She's so weird!'

'Look at her, alone at this age!'

'That girl probably has no shame!'

'She'll end up bad!'

'What a bad example for little kids!'

'That girl will grow up to be a beauty, too bad that she won't make it in life like this!'

They didn't stop, and kept on yelling in her ears, head, all at the same time.

'STOP IT, STOP IT! SHUT UP!

They were still talking, spreading lies and rumors.

'I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP!'

Everybody would look at her, stare at her.

'WHY THE HELL WON'T YOU SHUT UP!'

The three women stopped their conversation immediately, and looked at her like she was some kind of demon.

'I'm not a demon!'

She wanted to be one.

No, she was human!

She stopped thinking about being a demon. It felt weird snapping at those women, but still she felt wonderful and couldn't hide a smile. Finally they were learning their lesson. No longer were they talking. Instead they stood frozen, not even winking.

When she saw them first she realized right away that these were your typical talking auntie types. Spreading rumors and lies was a horrible crime in her old mistress eyes, so having the feeling that someone threw a bomb in your head with terrible language would teach them a lesson for sure.

Still she wanted to be gone from here. Finally! The train had finally arrived. Without even bothering to look at the three women, she started searching for an empty seat. She was glad to see that the train was practically empty. It was easily decided for her were she would sit: by a window and nobody in sight. 'Good, people won't ask stupid questions this way.' And with this in mind, Akane Hoshino drifted of to her own precious dream world.

The three sixteen year old boys by the names Ranma, Ryoga and Mousse sat silently to the table, until Mousse broke the silence: 'What do you mean by fiancée?' Their father sighed because he had to explain it for the fifteenth time to his sons. 'What I'm saying is that one of you will become engaged to Akane and carry on our dojo. That's not hard to get, isn't it?' The boys were protesting.

'I don't want to marry someone I don't know!' Ranma yelled.

'Oh, but you will meet her soon enough! She could be here any minute.'

The boys sighed. Knowing their father, he was determined to let one of them marry Akane. That was when Ryoga realized something. 'Hey, what's her surname?' Their father looked very uneasy with this. 'Well, umm....'

'Yes, father?' The trio asked.

Then, Soun gave his wonderful reply: 'I don't know.' This shook the three boys awake for sure.

'You don't even know!' Ryoga yelled.

'With who are we becoming engaged to?!' Ranma yelled.

'That's right, who is she actually?! Mousse asked furious.

Soun was once again giving a mastermind reply: 'Never met her.'

Akane was having a hard time finding her way in Nerima. She had no map, and realized that it was stupid trying to get to the dojo without asking someone.

'I don't want to talk to people, but I guess that I have no choice.'

Annoyed, she looked for a friendly face. It seemed like nobody had a smile on their face, except for the people who were looking forward to their Christmas party.

It was cold. She had no gloves, so her hands felt like ice. Breathing some hot air in her hands didn't work. It was foolish that she had no clothes with pockets, especially at this time of the year. 'Hey, it's snowing!' She hated snow. Akane found snow pretty, but it was so cold!

Snow was just like her.

Even more annoyed than before she continued her search for the Tendo dojo.

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If you think it sucks, then tell me WHY it sucks, and I'll probably continue.