Hey guys, ahahahaa... it's uh, been a while huh?
whew, anyway I've been reworking and rewriting a lot of stuff for a long time now, and this fic is one among many to be cleaned up, cuz booooooy did it need some work! I hope you guys like it and check out some of my other work! Also sorry if you guys got notified while I was fixing up the summary and stuff orz;;
Enjoy! ^^
I do not own Ranma 1/2, original idea came from an image made by megaminoeien on dA.
:Prologue:
Mousse was becoming desperate, he could see that as each day passed he was getting further and further away from Shampoo. And, desperate times call for desperate measures, and the current situation definitely called for something big and dramatic. It would be his last big act before giving up for forever.
~.~
Ranma and Akane were on their way back from school and were going through their usual routine of bickering, which had sizzled down to name calling, leaving the back and forth of
"Tomboy"
"Idiot"
"She-Hulk"
"Numbskull"
"Uncute"
Before Akane was able to round off a reply, the sound of a bike bell ringing was one and only heads up as Shampoo came down crashing between them with her bicycle, a hair's breath from landing on Ranma himself.
"Aiya Airen!" Shampoo exclaimed jumping off her bike and glomping Ranma. "You miss me?" she asked, glomping him in a hug.
Their usual routine as of late, Akane stared dull-eyed as he fought to breathe as Shampoo squeezed him for all he was worth.
"AIR AIR!" he gasped patting at her hands to release him from her grasp.
Unnoticed by the three, Mousse came upon the scene.
Akane having enough of the antics and not wanting to engage with Shampoo for once deciding to head on and ignore the two who were talking about whatever. She certainly didn't want to know, or at least, she assured herself she probably didn't want to know anyway.
That was the moment shit decided to hit the fan.
Mousse leaped into action, throwing his glasses down in an attempt to look cool and charming and leaped for his love, or at least for the one he thought was his love.
