Author's note: I was feeling kindof angsty so I wrote this. It's pretty much what I would do in Akane's position
"Ranma wait!", Akane Called. "Why the hell should I wait for you, you uncute tomboy!" Ranma's words peirced the morning air. Though he said things like this alot, today there was a certain anger in his voice. Akane gave up chasing her finance, and began walking slowly down the sidewalk. "Oh well," she thought, "Ranma isn't worth the struggle anymore". Lately, Akane had been snappish, angry, and downright unpleasent, but now, she just seemed tired. When they arrived at school, Kuno was waiting at the doors for Akane. Their fight lasted longer than normal, and Kuno noticed. "That was strange. I almost got a punch in. Something must be wrong with Akane", he thought. The whole school seemed to notice Akane's new attitude, and rumors started to spread.
"I heard that Ranma got her preagnant, and the abortion took alot out of her"
"Well I heard that she is keeping it, and she's sick all the time"
"You guys must be nuts, I heard that Ryoga got her pregnant, and when Ranma found out he beat her up until she miscarried"
People talked and talked until almost everyone in town knew, or thought they knew, what was wrong with Akan Tendo. The rumors turned vicious and a large group of ladies reffered to her as a "filthy tramp". No one knew who started them, but they were all equally cruel, and false. Soon even Soun Tendo had heard about his daughter's predicament. As a father, he felt te need to confront her. When she got home, he was waiting by the door like an eager puppy. "Akane! What is the meaning of your shenanigans?", he shouted. "What the hell are you talking about? I haven't done anything wrong. The whole town is gossiping about me, but I didn't do anything!", she screamed back before stomping to her room. Akane knew that her secret had to be safe, as none of the rumors were even close to true. Slowly she took out a black note book from under her mattress. She opened to the first clean page and began to write.
"Dear Father, Kasumi, Nabiki, and Mr. Tendo,
I had been pushed to my limits. There simply was nothing left for me here. Please remember only good things about me, so my memory in a positive way. Tell Ranma that he is the only person at fault for this. I hope he enjoys spending the rest of his life with Shampoo and Ukyo. I really did l-" Her words were cut off by a flood of tears. "What am I doing?", she pleaded with herself, "I need another outlet. Kasumi might find my journal when she cleans." Her gaze shifted around the room, and landed on her pale wrists. She knew what she had to do.
Akane walked across the room to her desk. There it was, the beautifuly engraved letter opener that her mother gave her. It's handle was made of pure ivory, and was decorated with an ancient Chinese proverb that she could not remember, it had been so long since anyone told her the significance of it. The blade was untarnished silver so shiny she could see herself in it. The point was surely sharp enough to take away her pain.
Just a few slices on her arm, and everything would be okay again. Kasumi would teach her how to cook. Nabiki would stop selling pictures of her to Kuno. Maybe Ranma could love her like she loved him. All she neded to do was cut.