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Akane's revenge

-XxX-

"On December 7th, 1941, the day known as: 'Infamy' took place," Akane felt her eyelids droop as she struggled to keep herself awake. "During Pearl Harbor…" She couldn't control herself anymore. Sliding her chair back to make room, she stood up and turned her desk lamp off. She had been studying for this test for hours, and she was exhausted. Yawning, she dragged herself to bed and waited anxiously to slip into a state of unconsciousness. But her thoughts were fixed on Ranma. She really hoped he studied for this test; it would really help boost his grade. Glancing at the alarm clock on her desk, she realized it was two o'clock. She had less than three hours of sleep! She had to get some shut-eye now.

It was only moments later until Akane heard murmurs from outside of her window. At first she decided it was best to ignore it. But soon after she noticed that it was far too much of a distraction and decided that she needed to hurt or kill whatever creature was out there. She reached for the bokken next to her bed and stealthily walked toward the window. Peeking through her purple curtains, she spotted that it was just Ranma. What was he doing out so late? She almost called out to him before she noticed that he wasn't alone. Trying to focus on his companion, she realized smugly that it was Shampoo: one of his many suitors.

She decided to eavesdrop for a bit on their conversation. It obviously had to be important if she was visiting him so late rather than in the morning as usual. What if he was in trouble? Or what if it was some crazy enemy from China who was coming to destroy him and his friends? Pretty crazy, but when you live with Ranma for over two years, these things become natural. She sat on her windowsill and listened to the parts of the conversation she could hear. Thanks to her martial arts skill, she had very acute senses and was able to listen to all of it.

"So Shampoo," Ranma told her groggily. "What was it that was so important you had to drag me out of bed in the middle of the night to talk about?"

"Is very bad, Airen!" Shampoo told him, pacing back and forth in anxiety. "Time running out and now council members of Amazon village want Shampoo to kill Ranma soon!"

"What?" Ranma exclaimed, falling off of the pedestal outside behind the Dojo. All traces of sleep were no longer evident on his face. Not even the temperature bothered him whilst he was dressed in shorts and a simple tank top.

"Is rather I kill or marry Ranma!" Shampoo cried, breaking it down into simpler terms.

"When did this happen?"

"Yesterday great-grandmother gets call from important council! They explain to her about what to do or else Shampoo they kill!" Shampoo felt the tears persuading her eyes to unleash the dam she built. But she couldn't, she had to show Ranma she was strong.

Ranma was knee-high in quicksand, the news crashing down upon him and sinking him even deeper. "So what are you going to do?" Ranma asked, wondering just what it was that Shampoo had in mind. If he was involved, then it must mean bad new for the Tendo's.

"You care about, violent kitchen cook?" Shampoo asked him, stepping closer to him.

"You mean, Akane? No! If anything I would never want to marry someone like her. She's rude and violent, and is always trying to kill me with her toxic food! And did you notice how weak she is? She is such a disgrace to me, the best martial artist in the world!" He let it all roll out of his tongue, trying to make it obvious that Akane was the most disgusting person in the world.

"So you take Shampoo as real wife to save her from sudden death?"

Ranma paused. It was his responsibility, after all. It's not like he could just go on with his life knowing that Shampoo is always at risk. He would have to man up, whether he liked it or not. "Well if I have to…" He began, allowing the sentence to trail off. He was the one that defeated her so it was the proper thing to do. "I guess that I…"

"Airen," Shampoo cooed softly, stepping inches closer to his face. He felt his cheeks burn at the realization of what she was going to do, but he couldn't move. His limbs were paralyzed, forcing him to stay put. But she didn't kiss him, no not even remotely close. Instead, she clapped her hands together and smiled broadly at him. "I is only kidding!"

He waited for it to dawn on him, stood a few moments and waited. Finally when he could form legitimate words, he spoke. "What?" He was speaking calmly, waiting for the rest of his emotions to wake and burn inside of him.

"Shampoo is only kidding," she repeated for him, her eyes staring mirthfully at him. "Shampoo just wanted to know if does happen, you will marry her! Teach lesson to violent kitchen cook, spatula-girl, and crazy gymnastics girl." Her eyes quickly darted to the shaking purple curtains at Akane's room.

"Shampoo, are you crazy! Not only do you come to me in the middle of the night but also get me worried about nothing! And you know- what are you looking at?" It was obvious that Shampoo didn't want her to see, but his reflexes spoke otherwise. He stared at Akane's window to see a light turned off. Was she awake all this time? He gulped, this was not good. She must have heard everything he said to Shampoo. He counted the seconds he had to live until that mallet of hers struck him. Oddly, none came.

"Nice talk to you, Airen!" Shampoo wave good-bye to him and made her exit out of the front entrance for a shocking first time. This would surely teach Akane that she was the one and only fiancée. She felt butterflies as she replayed Ranma's 'almost' wedding proposal. She squealed in delight, he loved her after all. And with Akane out of the way, everything should just run smoothly. Skipping back to the Nekoten, she hummed every step of the way.

Ranma, on the other hand, decided he would try to explain things to Akane. If she got angry and yelled, then he would point out the fact that she shouldn't eavesdrop on another person's conversation. She should be asleep, not stalking him. Sliding open the Tendo's door, he slowly walked to approach her room.

Akane tried to wipe the tears away that streamed down her cheeks but it seemed impossible. How could Ranma do that? Almost marry Shampoo? Oh, was it really that shocking? She always knew Ranma preferred Shampoo over her, but he never made it that obvious! She felt like her heart was more than just broken, it felt like it dissolved into nothing more than dust; an empty useless organ occupying space in her body.

She curled up into a ball, attempting to make the pain go away. But it was of no use, every fiber of her being was disabled to do anything. So what did she need to do now? They lived together and went to school together, how could she avoid him? Or how could he avoid her? But was she really all that bad? Sure she couldn't cook or clean, but she didn't force Ranma into doing something he didn't want to do. Sure she may be aggressive and violent, but she was a martial artist! Plus, it was always him who started it. And sure, she may be clumsy but she always tried to do her best. Did Ranma really hate her?

She was so depressed, pulling the sheets over her and unleashing another wave of tears. According to Ryoga, Shinnosuke, and Kirin, they all seemed to enjoy her company. They never complained once about what she did, or never made her feel this… abandoned. So why should she care what Ranma thinks? In a split second, she yanked the sheets off of her and shot her fist in the air. "That's because I don't care!" Realizing how peculiar this must be, she went into bed again.

She needed to teach Ranma a lesson. She wanted to teach Ranma a lesson. He is always bickering to her about her 'feminine' issues and how he would be much more delighted if she was no longer in his life. Well, she was going to show him what life without her was like- by being the exact opposite. Then he would see.

Knock, knock.

"Who is it?" She asked, quite sure of whom it was.

"Uh, it's Ranma."

She wiped the remains of her tears and smiled. She would start right now. "Come in."

He opened the door and stepped a foot inside the known called 'death zone'. He fiddled with his fingers sheepishly, searching for the right words to start a conversation. "Hey, what you heard outside…"

She forced a smile at him, hoping he couldn't tell. "Oh, that? How about we just let bygones be bygones? That's what you always say, right?"

"Yeah," he felt a hint of anger in her voice, noticing the fact that she didn't state his name once. "I just hoped you weren't angry or anything."

"Me? Angry?" She put her hand to her chest, feigning hurt. "No, I am not upset. Shampoo sure is a cute one; I can understand why you can't help yourself. Did you study for the test tomorrow?" She changed the subject to avoid breaking Ranma into tiny bits.

"Thanks for understanding, Akane!" He smiled awkwardly at her. He was not use to Akane being so understanding and kind to him. "No, I didn't study for the test. Damn, I must have forgotten."

"Oh, well, I guess there's next time." She told him bluntly.

"Yeah, well I guess I'll see you tomorrow. Thanks for understanding; I never knew you could be cute. Since you're always yelling and throwing things at me, I guess you can be normal instead of annoying." He patted her on the back. Akane uppercut Ranma as he crashed through her roof and into the Koi pond.

Oh, well. She could always start tomorrow.

-XxX-

A/N: Heyy, I know I said I wouldn't be updating my regular stories, so I took some time to revise my old stories. For some reason, I am not pleased by the regular outcome. It seemed too annoying or unsatisfying. So I decided to redo this one, get my creative juices flowing. No worries, I have not forgotten about my other stories! They are coming real soon.

Sooooo, review and tell me what you think about this new revised addition! Don't be lazy, click that review button and tell me what you think!