Insomnia
By
Jai-kun
Ranma Saotome was hot, miserable, and unable to sleep.
The snoring Panda next to him was not helping matters any.
He got up, draping the soaked t-shirt over the window sill to dry once again, and tapped quietly downstairs. He walked quietly into the yard, and began a kata. There was no breeze, and, as before, the kata did nothing to cool him down, but he was desperate enough to hope that it would exhaust him enough to allow a fast descent into unconciousness.
All it ended up doing was making him hotter. He splashed his face in the pond, and walked into the house to get her shirt.
She paced the room, mentally cursing her father for not only being able to sleep, but being able to sleep in that perpetual fur coat! She paced back and forth between the bathroom and her bedroom, finally opting to stay in the living room to make the trip easier. She flipped on the TV and watched, wide eyed, sweating, and miserable.
Akane crept down the stairs, in full view of Ranma, with a staff in her hand. "It's just me, Akane. I can't sleep."
She jumped, then glared at him with sleepy eyes. "Well, you're the only one, Ranma," she hissed, obviously upset with having her sleep disturbed. "Turn the TV down!"
She complied, too tired to argue, and looked back at Akane with bloodshot eyes. "Gomen."
Her eyes softened as she took in Ranma's bedraggled hair, her reddened eyes, and the desperate feel about her. "Well... just, try to get some rest."
She went upstairs, leaving Ranma to stare at the silent television.
Ranma desperately tried to sleep. Reading didn't help, Warm milk only made her hotter, and a remembered lullaby only brought back sad memories of her mother.
Finally an idea came to her mind, causing her to smile, and seek out warm water. A strange, almost crazed smile formed on his lips.
He realized he needed one thing. And only Akane could give it to him.
It would be risky, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
He crept up the stairs, as quietly as a cat, aware of any noise that might give him away. His eyes searched in the darkness, looking for the one duck-shaped nameplate that held the name of the person he was looking for.
He found it. Akane.
He opened the door and slid through it, staring at her sleeping form, peaceful in her unaware slumber, and feeling the excitement of soon having his one reckless need fulfilled. He slowly crept to her bed, eyes on her, heart pounding in desperation.
He leaned in close, positioned his lips, and brought his plan to action.
"Ahem..."
Her eyes snapped open, first fearful, then confused, and finally, angry.
"Ranma?!? RANMA, YOU PERVERT!
Ranma smiled as the mallet crashed down. At last, I'll be able to get some sleep!
FIN
HA HA!! FOOLED YOU, YOU HENTAIS!!!! :P BIIIIIH::SNICKERING, THEN RUNNING FROM ANGRY LEMONITES::