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You Want Us To What?
Chapter One
"Have a good night sleep, Ran-chan?" Ukyo teased with only minor bitterness. "I know Akane can be such pleasant company."
Ranma cringed at the accusation in her voice. "Y-Yup. I'm happy as clams."
"Well, it just so turns out, Ranma Honey that I don't have enough proof of the fact that you and Akane sleep in the same room," she pointed out merrily. "For all I know, you can be sneaking out and sleeping elsewhere but return by morning."
Ranma wondered what it was his longtime friend had in mind. Ukyo was no Shampoo, but that didn't mean she never thought up a wicked scheme or two under the table. For his safety from Akane, he quickly responded, "What? Then shouldn't that be the case with all married couples?"
She frowned. Hearing Ranma refer to his and Akane's relationship as 'married' only angered the sixteen-year-old chef more. But, today she concocted a brilliant plan. A plan so flawless and indestructible, it was nearly perfect. "But the point is you have to prove it to me, Ran-chan. Without proof, how does anything you say appear legit?"
He raised an eyebrow. "What do you have in mind?"
Her smile returned. "If you and Akane are as happy as you claim...," she allowed her sentence to trail, amused by the confused expression present on his handsome features. "I want you and Akane to share a bed."
When she said those words, one thought formed into Ranma's mind: I am going to die. It took him longer to form the appropriate words to respond. He had to fight this idea with every fiber of his being or else Akane was surely going to go to jail for his murder. "How does that make anything else different? It's not like you'll be in the same room with us."
"I'll have nightly checkups."
"Then, why didn't you do this earlier? When we shared a room?"
"If I didn't know you any better, Ranma, I would say you're afraid."
If he said no, she'll obviously expect that this whole charade is a lie. Then she'll keep pursuing him, he'll keep receiving medical treatment from the injuries of Akane's mallet, and everyone in the Tendo dojo would go bankrupt from the bills. He swallowed. "Ranma Saotome fears nothing. Especially sleeping with... with... the woman of his dreams."
Her smile broadened. "Excellent! I can't wait to see how this happy couple turns out," she began skipping down the pavement, waving at him one last time. "See you in class!"
I am going to die.
-XxX-
"So, then you just distribute the parenthesis and multiply. Easy right?" His blue-haired fiancée said, surprised from Ranma's reaction. Usually he would jump for joy whenever he solved an equation correctly, but now he just seemed lost in thought. "Ranma? Hello! Ranma?"
He snapped out of his daze, grinning sheepishly at her. "Right, I solved it. Yippee."
She rested her head in between her hands. "If you're tired, we can just stop for now. You can go ahead and take a break," she paused, reading his facial expression. "Or, you can tell me what's going on before I get mad."
And get killed? No thanks. He thought to himself, waving dismissively at her. "It has nothing to do with an uncute girl like yourself."
She grabbed her bokken leaning against her bed and smashed it over his head, causing him to rub at his injury furiously. "That hurt you know," he said angrily inspecting the wound for any serious damages. "You're as uncute as ever. How am I going to sleep with a girl like that?"
"Sleep with me?" She repeated in blunt disbelief, a slight blush appearing on her face. Once she repeated the words enough, she slowly rose her bokken once more to harm the suspecting boy. "Why... you... pervert!"
"Is that fighting I hear?" Ukyo asked rhetorically, her smile wide with high hopes as she swung open the couple's door.
Akane instantly tossed the bokken aside, plastering on a forced smile as she romantically slung her hand around Ranma's neck. "The only thing we're fighting is the urge to just snuggle up together!"
"Good to know," she responded, her tone dripping with ill-conceived hatred. "Well, good news for you is that you'll be able to do that tonight when you're sleeping together!"
She was lost. "What're you talking about?"
"Well, thanks for ruining the surprise, Ucchan," Ranma intervened, his voice filled with false anger. "I was hoping to tell the good news to my dear honey here during our stroll at the park!"
It finally registered, as she glanced at both Ranma and Ukyo. The comment he made earlier, this was what he was referring to. She doesn't think we can do it, she thought while staring at the brunette. Why else would she propose such a bold idea? If this was a challenge, then she would gladly accept it, no matter what the consequences. She would make Ukyo Kuonji eat those words.
"I'm so happy!" Akane exclaimed, clapping enthusiastically. "Just one more step we're taking in this very successful relationship."
"Attaboy, Ranma!" Genma and Soun cried in unison, both of them wrapping an arm around Ranma. "I always knew you had guts!"
"But they're far too young," Kasumi said with evident concern.
"You're so old fashioned, Kasumi," Nabiki replied, the edges of her lips curved into a grin. "Besides, isn't it about time they slept together?"
"The stroll in the park, honey?" Akane glanced at Ranma pleadingly.
"Yes, dear."
-XxX-
"You're telling me she told you this before class today?" He nodded. "Then, why did you save this until now, moron? You're telling me you couldn't come up with one simple idea to ward off this stupid plan of hers?"
"Maybe I should have summoned up a ghost that could abduct her? Or, or, even better! I could have gotten a child out of the orphanage and told her it was ours! Or, Akane, do you think it would have been better to tell her a natural disaster was coming to completely destroy Nerima's existence?"
"Be serious, Ranma!" She replied, a smile still finding its way on her face.
"All we need is one night, Akane," Ranma sighed, placing his hands behind his head. "Then, I can go back to the comfiness of my room and be as far away from your wrath as possible."
"IDIOT!"
He sailed through the cool night air, wondering how in the world he was going to get through the night alive.
-XxX-
It's time, she thought anxiously to herself, stripping herself of her casual wear and slipping into her yellow pajamas. At any moment, Ranma was going to enter through that door with Ukyo trailing behind him eagerly awaiting the downfall of tonight.
Ba-bum, Ba-bum, Ba-bum
She rested her hand on her chest, feeling her heartbeat accelerating more as the minutes past by. A boy was going to be in her bed tonight. Scratch that, Ranma was going to be in her bed tonight! Maybe she should pick the right side of her bed to sleep on so she could get out and in to her room with ease. Or maybe it was better to pick the left side so she could kick Ranma if he tried something perverted?
Why in the world was she being so picky about the situation? She didn't like Ranma, and Ranma didn't like her... so there was no reason to be nervous. She just had to stay strong until tomorrow morning. Her eyes glanced at the clock that read: eleven pm. Seven hours was all she technically needed to survive for this situation. Then Ukyo would be out of their life and things could go back to normal.
"Honey, I'm coming in!"
"C-Come on in, dear!" She replied, her whole body suddenly trembling violently.
He entered, shutting the door behind him. He exhaled deeply, signaling that they were completely alone for the time being. His eyes quickly analyzed the girl, thankful that Ukyo didn't request something unnecessary like Akane's wardrobe for their "big night".
His father forced him in a tank top although he would have been perfectly fine with his green pajamas. His father also suggested shorts, but Ranma was able to fend of his dad's and Soun's alliance and wore sweatpants.
"Is the couple settled in?" Ukyo's voice rang, followed by the rest of the family entrance.
"Yes," Ranma spoke up, ushering the crowd out the door. "Thanks for visiting. See you in the morning!"
Slam!
Her face was set ablaze as her fingers fumbled nervously searching for something casual to say in their situation. Her mind went blank. "Ranma?" Was all she could mutter, not sure why it came out as a question.
He could feel his own heart ready to burst through his chest as a feeling adrenaline spread throughout his body. He coughed awkwardly, "Don't worry about anything, Akane! I've already told you that you're not my type! Besides, a tomboy like yourself couldn't be worried about anything!"
Exactly as she suspected, Ranma was not sweating this at all, so why should she? "Here are the rules for tonight," she fumed, stepping closer to the fear-stricken boy. "If you as so much lay a finger on me I swear your father will be preparing for a funeral tomorrow. You keep to your side, I'll keep to mine."
"Which one is my side?"
She glanced once more at her bed which was suddenly appearing smaller the more closer she approached it. If she was more closer to the edge, how was she suppose to know what Ranma was doing behind her? But, if she was closer to the wall... what if she got thirsty? Or hungry? Or needed to use the bathroom? Oh, well. She'll just have to take her chances.
"I'm sleeping with my back against the wall, you sleep on the edge. Don't you dare touch me. You've been warned, Ranma."
He glared but kept silent gesturing her dramatically toward her side of the bed. She slipped in and squirmed her way to the wall and once she was there, returned his glare fiercely. He waited a few more moments for her to finally settle in before he came after her. He kept his promise and left two or three centimeters of space between them.
She analyzed him from behind, never being in such close proximity with him. His muscles were relaxed yet still flexed as he tried to find a comfortable position. He was so much larger than her it still amazed her, unknowingly searching for weak points for the next time they spar.
"Is there a reason why you're staring at me?" He asked, and she could hear the smile on his face as he did so. "Thinking of something, Akane? Who's the perverted one now?"
She blushed, slapping him on the back of his head. "Shut up, Ranma. No one's thinking of anything."
"Whatever you say, honey." He said sarcastically, releasing a sigh. "You know, you can breathe too."
It was at that moment she realized she was holding her breath, and nervously exhaled. She also relaxed her muscles, realizing her body was as straight and stiff as a board. There was just something about having Ranma in bed with her, her rude fiancé who only sometimes acted like he cared for her. But, Ranma cared for everyone, and she was no exception.
Ranma only appeared casual, though because his hair was matted to his forehead caused by the sweat pouring down his face. Why was he so nervous? Ranma was never nervous, unless it involved cats, of course. But, right now there was no cats... just Akane. He didn't– couldn't like Akane, right? If Shampoo or Ukyo were here, he would be nervous too.
Right?
Or maybe it's just staying in a bed with any girl that makes him nervous? He knew Shampoo and Ukyo would have tried something, but there was no way in the world Akane would make a move in a situation like this, let alone make a move at all. She didn't even like him, which he knew for a fact.
When she was in love with Dr. Tofu, she was kind and happy and jumped at any chance to be with him. She trusted him with her injuries, issues, she just trusted him. Period. With Ranma, she always hit him for no reason and was always so angry. Suddenly he felt an odd feeling of anger toward Dr. Tofu, wondering what in the world gave him the right to have someone like Akane in love with him... and not even give her the time of day.
"Ranma, Akane? Come in, this is Nabiki."
The two jumped up, searching their room for where the noise was coming from. "Nabiki, where are you?" They both asked in unison.
"Don't worry about that. You two have been sleeping together for the past two hours and not one of you are speaking? Do you honestly want Ukyo to stay here forever? If not, then prove you two are married. Now!"
The two were blushing unknowingly of the other's feelings in the dark, not knowing who should speak up first. "You don't want–" Ranma began.
"I want Ukyo gone," Akane whispered, searching for Ranma's hand. When she found it, she felt him jolt and almost was discouraged to continue but did so anyway. "I'll give you just a small break this time."
He silently felt her guide his hand over her waist and he unconsciously scooted closer so that her head was right as his chest. "It's fine," he whispered, the heat in his face traveling in other places. "I don't want to do this either, but if it gets rid of Ukyo..."
"Good night, Ranma." Akane said in a hushed tone, a feeling of security taking over as Ranma tightened his grip.
"Good night, 'Kane." He replied, feeling an emotion he never has before, something he couldn't quite put into words. But, he pushed it aside as he enjo– put up with Akane's closeness to him and drifted off to sleep.
Ukyo felt her heart crushed at the sight of Ranma and Akane touching each other in a romantic way. She clenched her fist, ignoring her womanly instinct to kill Akane. "This isn't over. One way or another, I'm going to prove that you too aren't married!"
-XxX-
A/N: This came to me in a dream because I was dreaming about Ranma and Akane sleeping together and Akane just like kicked Ranma in the head. Also, when I was re-watching Ranma and got to the episode that had the scene, I put the two and two together and thus, this story was born!
Please review, and I hope you all are enjoying your summer vacation! I know I am! :D