Let's do it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma ½. It all belongs to Rumiko Takahashi and I am not trying to make any money out of this story – wow, this really gets annoying!
Summary: After having successfully tricked Shampoo into believing them to be a couple, Ranma and Akane devise a clever scheme to get rid of all their suitors – namely play-acting!
Akane Tendo was sitting on a chair in her room, looking out of the window with unfocused eyes and thinking about her homework. After a few moments of consideration she came to the conclusion that she could simply make something up, put her pen and exercise book away, leaned back into her chair, stretched her arms, yawned heartily and watched the spectacle nature was offering interestedly.
The sun and the blue sky were concealed by dark and heavy clouds, which – together with a distant thunder – announced an approaching thunderstorm. At the same time, however, colourless and bright beams of pure sunlight broke every now and then through their confinement, illuminating the dark streets and the outline of some faraway hills, which shone resplendent in the scarce evening sun.
With a sudden feeling of grief and a quivering smile the young woman thought of her relationship with a certain black-haired martial artist. Even though she knew that there was more than meets the eye and that they had had good times, which were as rare as sunlight amidst an oncoming storm, it was clear to her as well that most of the time their relationship was shadowed by multiple fiancées, countless suitors, her short temper and his incredible ability to say the wrong things at the absolutely worst possible time.
Pressing her face into her palms, Akane sighed heavily, while she silently pondered over the unfairness of her situation. It almost seemed as if nature was feeling and sharing her pain as a cold but moderate breeze entangled itself in her hair, playing gently with it and as it began to drizzle. The young woman smiled bravely as she looked up again, stood up and closed the open window. Suddenly she heard an extremely noisy crash and a very familiar and hated word.
"Nihao!"
Cursing under her breath, Akane slowly walked towards the door in order to greet her fiancé's visitor and to keep an eye on him as it was forcefully pushed open. There, in the threshold, stood Ranma, who panted heavily, but nevertheless looked thrilled at her.
"Do you trust me?" The young man was barely able to keep his voice from cracking.
"Why?" asked his fiancée suspiciously.
As she eyed him carefully though, Akane detected something strange in his eyes. She had seldom before seen his eyes laughing, because he was always on guard due to the fact that he expected an assault at any time. Today, however, his eyes were practically dancing with excitement and – was it possible? - joy and even anticipation. She saw a spark burning in his eyes, waiting to be ignited by her words.
"Just tell me. Do you trust me?"
"Well, yeah, I guess I do." she answered hesitantly.
"Then just do what I tell you without any questions." he said, while the fire in his eyes flared dangerously. Then, to Akane's complete surprise, Ranma pinned her with his body against the wall next to the door and, blushing furiously, began to take his shirt off. "C-could you unbutton your blouse now?" he asked without looking at her before she was able to say anything.
"What?!" she shrieked incredulously and loudly and blushed even more than he did. "What's gotten into you?"
"No time for explanations. Please, just do it." he pleaded with her.
Akane squirmed uncomfortably beneath him. She knew that he must have a good reason for asking such a favour, but she still felt more than just a little embarrassed at the thought of undressing in front of her fiancé. Besides, she could not move freely, because he had her pinned neatly to the wall and she felt a strange, tingling sensation emerging from her stomach and spreading throughout her whole body like a pleasant disease. Her heart was beating furiously, pumping all of her blood into her cheeks, making her feel light-headed and dizzy – and he felt the same.
"You better got one hell of a reason for this!" she told him and squirmed even more beneath him in order to unbutton her blouse.
"Trust me, I've got a damn good reason for it."he said and added with closed eyes and a tortured look upon his face. "What are you doing?"
"What I am doing? I don't know why, but I'm trying to unbutton my blouse. And that's kinda difficult, because you're pinning me against the wall. And don't you even think about peeking at me!"
"No, you're not unbuttoning your shirt. You're rubbing yourself against me." he said, gasping for breath.
"Rubbing?!" Akane whispered in a dangerously low voice. "You, you dare suggesting? You dare? I, I'm not a pervert and I'm not rubbing myself against you. You're pressing your body against mine. You're the pervert."
"Airen?" The subdued word hushed both Ranma and Akane.
"Shampoo..." he cursed and looked directly into his fiancée's eyes, while picking her up, so that she was forced to encircle his waist with her legs and his neck with her arms. "Hurry up if you trust me."
Immediately the young woman knew or thought that she knew what the martial artist had in mind and hurried to unbutton her blouse with trembling fingers. In the meantime, Ranma completely took his shirt off, threw it away and then ran his fingers through her hair.
"Moan", he whispered, gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, after she had finished unbuttoning her blouse and was encircling his neck with her hands again.
She nodded with an unassured smile and thought, as he smoothly pressed his lips against her neck, that she had never gotten a more unnecessary instruction. And just as her wistful moan escaped her lips, the blue-haired Amazon opened the door to her room.
"Ranma!" the young woman hissed furiously at him, while Akane clutched tightly onto him and moaned even louder than before.
"Shampoo!" he panted heavily.
Then the martial artist broke hastily away from his fiancée, scratched the back of his head and looked apologetically at Shampoo, whereas the other young woman hastened to button up her blouse again, blushing way beyond red.
"How, how long you two doing this?" the Amazon asked, pointing at first at Ranma, then at Akane. "How long you cheating with husband?"
"B-been at it for months." Akane answered, trying hard not to grin.
"Akane, be quiet!" Ranma yelled and turned to the Amazon. "Shampoo, please listen to me. It's not what it looks like. We were just..."
"Shampoo know what you doing! Shampoo know when people sleeping with each other!" she screamed, tears welling up in her eyes. "Shampoo don't want husband, who sleeping with ugly, violent girl. Shampoo leave, Shampoo enough of that!"
"Shampoo..." the young man feebly tried to stop her from leaving. "Shampoo! I told you it's not what it looks like."
But Shampoo did not hear him, because she was already storming out of the house, tears of bitter hatred running down her cheeks. The young martial artist turned around to the dark-haired girl and smiled brightly at her, even though he hated to hurt other person's feelings.
"That went better than I thought." he told her, still blushing at the thought of her body pressing against his. "How about we try to, you know, get rid of all of them?"
"Well, Ranma, I think you better get out of here before you go flying through the window..."
Yeah, my English sucks. I know that.
If you find a mistake and I am sure you will, you can keep it, print it, frame it, nail it to the wall and invite me to your house, so that we can look at it together! ^.-
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