Okay-I wanted to know what might have happened if Kirin had kissed Akane on the
floating ship in the first movie. Here's my take-I really am a Ranma Akane-shipper at
heart though!
I don't own Ranma. Or anything for that matter. Tee hee, wouldn't that be fun to "own
Ranma" Come hither my little man servant~.~ Sorry. Please read. Thank you. Sorry
again.
Akane put her hand to the wooden wall in an effort to keep herself standing.
These feelings that were within her always made her confused. Whenever she focused on
them her reality seemed distorted. Ranma had that effect on her. On occasional moments
when he would say something nice to her she would feel the delicious pain in her chest.
He didn't even have to say anything, just the way he would look at her.
His blue eyes were so filled with love for her when the fishermen, Ebiten, had
pulled her from her family and brought her to the boat.
Ranma had screamed her name as he war cry then. Akane knew Ranma at least
cared for her then.
Now Kirin was filling her head with crazy thoughts of being his bride. 'Never'
she thought to herself, clenching her teeth.
"Do you mean to tell me that you love this Ranma?"
She opened her eyes and stared at the wall in front of her. Did she? It wasn't hate
or animosity she felt for the pig-tailed marital artist that had invaded her privacy and
insulted her for the past year. But, the other part of her argued, he is also the one who
saves you, protects you…
No matter how many times she caught him in the act of being groped or just being
a complete hentai, he was always the one to scoop her up in his arms and remove her
from harms way. And whenever she was abducted he would come for her and return her
to safety. What other man would always do that for her?
And almost as if he had read her thoughts: "I'm the only man worthy of you"
Kirin said.
She felt his hand on her shoulder and she turned violently to face him. Swinging
her right arm back and then moving forward with a graceful speed she moved to slap
him. With grace to match her own he easily caught her hand and held it.
"Ranma will be back! Back to settle the score with you!"
Without hesitation he struck her with the only weapon he had against her:
"Not to win you back?"
Her breath caught in her throat and she looked away from him.
"I don't care who comes. I will not release you to anyone!"
Akane glared up at him: right into his grey-blue eyes. They were the exact same
color, but Ranma's eyes always had that pride, heart, spirit, tenacity, and at times that
hubris that always got him in trouble. And in Kirin's eyes there was literally nothing. She
could see the light of the rising Chinese sun in his eyes, but there was so sign of life
there-no sign that might relate what this prince was trying to convey.
Without realizing it her hand was released and on either side of her head Kirin
had put his hands on the wall. He put his right leg to the side of her, pinning her to the
wall. She stared up at him trying to figure out what she might say to get this man to
understand that she would not be his bride. That simply because she had the scroll in her
hands didn't make her "…the one foretold in prophecies…" Even if that seemed to be the
reason why most people seemed to abduct her. Maybe one day she would actually turn
out to be one of these prophetic heroines…
Without truly realizing what he was doing she let him move his head towards her.
In a quick gesture his lips were on hers'. Her eyes widened more as she tried to move
against the wall more then she already was. He simply moved closer to her and moved
his fingers up to her short hair.
'Ranma…'
Akane closed her eyes and let the kiss happen.
Ranma mumbled to himself as he clung on to the rope for all that he was worth.
He had moved up it, not wanting to be downwind of the huge elephant Jasmine, and was
now hanging a bit below Lychee.
Above him he heard the muffled sounds of Happosai cursing. This at least gave
Ranma amusement. If he had to hang from a floating ship for a few hours the hentai
might as well suffer too.
Lychee didn't seem to bother the long trip though. Jasmine had extended her
trunk and the elephant trainer sat on it like a chair while loosely holding onto the rope.
Ranma looked down to the ground and saw they had passed the ocean. The
landscape below was filled with craters, geysers, and other pitiful mounds of dirt.
He sighed feeling the pangs of hunger attack his stomach. Glancing up to the ship
he got an idea. Surely he could sneak up and grab a bite to eat without those "lucky gods"
seeing him.
They were all surely still worried about their precious Kirin. But that's what you
get when you eat Akane's cooking.
And that of course brought up that most painful recent image. While her family
and friends were flying overboard she was supporting that good-for-nothing-spoiled-
idiot-of-a-prince. She had just stood there clinging to him!
The thought of it made his blood boil and he forced himself to climb up the
ladder. He barely heard Happosai telling him to stop moving. Ranma just reached the old
man and then grabbed on to the floating ship. Using the wood as foot holes he made it
around to the various windows.
He grabbed at the first one and peaked inside. No one and nothing. He raised his
foot and settled on the small ledge. Glancing to his right he saw Lychee watching him.
He put a finger to his mouth and shhhed. She nodded, but continued to watch him.
Glancing to his right he saw a large, finely sculpted window made out of painted
wood. Grabbing a hold of the wood planks he made his way across the boat.
Once at the window he grabbed at the edges of the latticework. He was surprised
to find there was no glass but was even more surprised when he could hear voices coming
from the room. It was even stranger to find himself the obvious center of the
conversation.
"Ranma will be back!" he heard Akane's voice, "Back to settle the score with
you!"
He smiled to himself, happy that she had so much faith in him.
"Not to win you back"
Kirin.
Ranma wanted to choke him, right then and there.
But Ranma hesitated, knowing that if the warriors found him he would be dead.
And then who would save Akane? No, not just that. Ranma shook his head. The world
was also at stake. Akane wasn't his only reason for doing this. She was just there. The big
thing was keeping the scroll away from these freaks. And getting some revenge on Kirin.
This was hardly about Akane.
"I don't care who comes! I will not release you to anyone!"
Ranma curled his fist. Who did this guy think he was? Ranma shook his head
once more and dared to glance within the room.
Inside Akane was being pinned to the wall. He had his arms up to block her.' That
creep!'
She looked so confused and innocent; this is how she looked whenever he let
himself admit she was cute. But these were only occasional moments that managed to
shine through her temperamental and tomboyish façade. This is how he wanted to see her
all the time.
Well, except for the part with Kirin laying his lips on hers.
He glared at what he saw. That prince was trying to put the moves on Akane! And
she did nothing to stop him!
Without realizing what he was doing Ranma ripped through the fragile woodwork
and pulled the frame from its hinges.
He was standing in the room as Kirin broke from the kiss and glared at Ranma.
"I believe I have told you about boarding my ship without permission."
The hydrophobic transvestite glared at him and looked at Akane. She looked at
him, a blush stained her cheeks.
He had to look away and force his anger on the young monarch. Akane stood
behind him and held her hands to her chest while trembling ever so slightly.
"R-Ranma."
What was he supposed to make of that? It sounded so apologetic, scared, and
hopeful all at once. He wanted to forget the images in his head of Kirin kissing her, but
they stained his memory.
Kirin looked at him arrogantly, holding a hand out to shield Akane. Ranma noted
that the chopsticks he used as a weapon were no longer in Kirin's hands, but lying, near
Ranma, on the bed.
Without that key weapon Ranma could easily take on this guy. Kirin seemed to
notice this as well and the pompous look changed into glare.
Ranma tried to look at Akane again but could only see the memory of her not
resisting the kiss. Over and over again until it was distorted and horrible in Ranma's
mind.
Finally he found the voice to speak.
"I'm not going to fight you while your still sick from her cookin' and
weaponless." He back stepped to the window. "I'll fight you in a fair fight in Nekonron."
Kirin smiled. He reached behind him and pushed Akane in front of him.
"And the winner will have Akane for his bride."
"No."
Both Akane and Kirin looked at Ranma confused.
At last Ranma held Akane's gaze. It was obvious that Ranma was hurt. What was
worse that he was mad, furiously mad. And Akane could tell it was partially directed at
her. She bowed her head in shame as she struggled to remember why she held Kirin's
kiss for so long. Why didn't she resist?
"I fight for the scroll's. Nothing more."
Akane blinked away her tears and looked up to find Ranma gone.
Kirin smiled and turned her to face him.
"It appears no one will fight for you, then."
She could only look over her should to the spot where Ranma had stood seconds
ago. She wouldn't give into Kirin like this. Akane had allowed the kiss in a moment of
hopelessness and confusion. She had to explain that to Ranma.
Akane stepped away from him and gazed once again into his eyes. There was no
fight or wild in this man's eyes. Only in Ranma's.
"I'll go with whoever wins the fight."
He nodded curtly and walked over to the bed, picking up his bowl and chopsticks.
Without even glancing at her he left the room, only saying one last thing to her.
"Prepare for a wedding celebration as soon as we land in Nekonron."
Akane feel to the floor and gazed at the locked door, and then to the broken
window.
"Ranma…"
Lychee watched at Ranma settled himself back on the rope. He was literally
fuming. She smiled.
"What? No food?"
Ranma made no sound and only gazed angrily toward the fast approaching peaks
of Nekonron.
To be continued…
floating ship in the first movie. Here's my take-I really am a Ranma Akane-shipper at
heart though!
I don't own Ranma. Or anything for that matter. Tee hee, wouldn't that be fun to "own
Ranma" Come hither my little man servant~.~ Sorry. Please read. Thank you. Sorry
again.
Akane put her hand to the wooden wall in an effort to keep herself standing.
These feelings that were within her always made her confused. Whenever she focused on
them her reality seemed distorted. Ranma had that effect on her. On occasional moments
when he would say something nice to her she would feel the delicious pain in her chest.
He didn't even have to say anything, just the way he would look at her.
His blue eyes were so filled with love for her when the fishermen, Ebiten, had
pulled her from her family and brought her to the boat.
Ranma had screamed her name as he war cry then. Akane knew Ranma at least
cared for her then.
Now Kirin was filling her head with crazy thoughts of being his bride. 'Never'
she thought to herself, clenching her teeth.
"Do you mean to tell me that you love this Ranma?"
She opened her eyes and stared at the wall in front of her. Did she? It wasn't hate
or animosity she felt for the pig-tailed marital artist that had invaded her privacy and
insulted her for the past year. But, the other part of her argued, he is also the one who
saves you, protects you…
No matter how many times she caught him in the act of being groped or just being
a complete hentai, he was always the one to scoop her up in his arms and remove her
from harms way. And whenever she was abducted he would come for her and return her
to safety. What other man would always do that for her?
And almost as if he had read her thoughts: "I'm the only man worthy of you"
Kirin said.
She felt his hand on her shoulder and she turned violently to face him. Swinging
her right arm back and then moving forward with a graceful speed she moved to slap
him. With grace to match her own he easily caught her hand and held it.
"Ranma will be back! Back to settle the score with you!"
Without hesitation he struck her with the only weapon he had against her:
"Not to win you back?"
Her breath caught in her throat and she looked away from him.
"I don't care who comes. I will not release you to anyone!"
Akane glared up at him: right into his grey-blue eyes. They were the exact same
color, but Ranma's eyes always had that pride, heart, spirit, tenacity, and at times that
hubris that always got him in trouble. And in Kirin's eyes there was literally nothing. She
could see the light of the rising Chinese sun in his eyes, but there was so sign of life
there-no sign that might relate what this prince was trying to convey.
Without realizing it her hand was released and on either side of her head Kirin
had put his hands on the wall. He put his right leg to the side of her, pinning her to the
wall. She stared up at him trying to figure out what she might say to get this man to
understand that she would not be his bride. That simply because she had the scroll in her
hands didn't make her "…the one foretold in prophecies…" Even if that seemed to be the
reason why most people seemed to abduct her. Maybe one day she would actually turn
out to be one of these prophetic heroines…
Without truly realizing what he was doing she let him move his head towards her.
In a quick gesture his lips were on hers'. Her eyes widened more as she tried to move
against the wall more then she already was. He simply moved closer to her and moved
his fingers up to her short hair.
'Ranma…'
Akane closed her eyes and let the kiss happen.
Ranma mumbled to himself as he clung on to the rope for all that he was worth.
He had moved up it, not wanting to be downwind of the huge elephant Jasmine, and was
now hanging a bit below Lychee.
Above him he heard the muffled sounds of Happosai cursing. This at least gave
Ranma amusement. If he had to hang from a floating ship for a few hours the hentai
might as well suffer too.
Lychee didn't seem to bother the long trip though. Jasmine had extended her
trunk and the elephant trainer sat on it like a chair while loosely holding onto the rope.
Ranma looked down to the ground and saw they had passed the ocean. The
landscape below was filled with craters, geysers, and other pitiful mounds of dirt.
He sighed feeling the pangs of hunger attack his stomach. Glancing up to the ship
he got an idea. Surely he could sneak up and grab a bite to eat without those "lucky gods"
seeing him.
They were all surely still worried about their precious Kirin. But that's what you
get when you eat Akane's cooking.
And that of course brought up that most painful recent image. While her family
and friends were flying overboard she was supporting that good-for-nothing-spoiled-
idiot-of-a-prince. She had just stood there clinging to him!
The thought of it made his blood boil and he forced himself to climb up the
ladder. He barely heard Happosai telling him to stop moving. Ranma just reached the old
man and then grabbed on to the floating ship. Using the wood as foot holes he made it
around to the various windows.
He grabbed at the first one and peaked inside. No one and nothing. He raised his
foot and settled on the small ledge. Glancing to his right he saw Lychee watching him.
He put a finger to his mouth and shhhed. She nodded, but continued to watch him.
Glancing to his right he saw a large, finely sculpted window made out of painted
wood. Grabbing a hold of the wood planks he made his way across the boat.
Once at the window he grabbed at the edges of the latticework. He was surprised
to find there was no glass but was even more surprised when he could hear voices coming
from the room. It was even stranger to find himself the obvious center of the
conversation.
"Ranma will be back!" he heard Akane's voice, "Back to settle the score with
you!"
He smiled to himself, happy that she had so much faith in him.
"Not to win you back"
Kirin.
Ranma wanted to choke him, right then and there.
But Ranma hesitated, knowing that if the warriors found him he would be dead.
And then who would save Akane? No, not just that. Ranma shook his head. The world
was also at stake. Akane wasn't his only reason for doing this. She was just there. The big
thing was keeping the scroll away from these freaks. And getting some revenge on Kirin.
This was hardly about Akane.
"I don't care who comes! I will not release you to anyone!"
Ranma curled his fist. Who did this guy think he was? Ranma shook his head
once more and dared to glance within the room.
Inside Akane was being pinned to the wall. He had his arms up to block her.' That
creep!'
She looked so confused and innocent; this is how she looked whenever he let
himself admit she was cute. But these were only occasional moments that managed to
shine through her temperamental and tomboyish façade. This is how he wanted to see her
all the time.
Well, except for the part with Kirin laying his lips on hers.
He glared at what he saw. That prince was trying to put the moves on Akane! And
she did nothing to stop him!
Without realizing what he was doing Ranma ripped through the fragile woodwork
and pulled the frame from its hinges.
He was standing in the room as Kirin broke from the kiss and glared at Ranma.
"I believe I have told you about boarding my ship without permission."
The hydrophobic transvestite glared at him and looked at Akane. She looked at
him, a blush stained her cheeks.
He had to look away and force his anger on the young monarch. Akane stood
behind him and held her hands to her chest while trembling ever so slightly.
"R-Ranma."
What was he supposed to make of that? It sounded so apologetic, scared, and
hopeful all at once. He wanted to forget the images in his head of Kirin kissing her, but
they stained his memory.
Kirin looked at him arrogantly, holding a hand out to shield Akane. Ranma noted
that the chopsticks he used as a weapon were no longer in Kirin's hands, but lying, near
Ranma, on the bed.
Without that key weapon Ranma could easily take on this guy. Kirin seemed to
notice this as well and the pompous look changed into glare.
Ranma tried to look at Akane again but could only see the memory of her not
resisting the kiss. Over and over again until it was distorted and horrible in Ranma's
mind.
Finally he found the voice to speak.
"I'm not going to fight you while your still sick from her cookin' and
weaponless." He back stepped to the window. "I'll fight you in a fair fight in Nekonron."
Kirin smiled. He reached behind him and pushed Akane in front of him.
"And the winner will have Akane for his bride."
"No."
Both Akane and Kirin looked at Ranma confused.
At last Ranma held Akane's gaze. It was obvious that Ranma was hurt. What was
worse that he was mad, furiously mad. And Akane could tell it was partially directed at
her. She bowed her head in shame as she struggled to remember why she held Kirin's
kiss for so long. Why didn't she resist?
"I fight for the scroll's. Nothing more."
Akane blinked away her tears and looked up to find Ranma gone.
Kirin smiled and turned her to face him.
"It appears no one will fight for you, then."
She could only look over her should to the spot where Ranma had stood seconds
ago. She wouldn't give into Kirin like this. Akane had allowed the kiss in a moment of
hopelessness and confusion. She had to explain that to Ranma.
Akane stepped away from him and gazed once again into his eyes. There was no
fight or wild in this man's eyes. Only in Ranma's.
"I'll go with whoever wins the fight."
He nodded curtly and walked over to the bed, picking up his bowl and chopsticks.
Without even glancing at her he left the room, only saying one last thing to her.
"Prepare for a wedding celebration as soon as we land in Nekonron."
Akane feel to the floor and gazed at the locked door, and then to the broken
window.
"Ranma…"
Lychee watched at Ranma settled himself back on the rope. He was literally
fuming. She smiled.
"What? No food?"
Ranma made no sound and only gazed angrily toward the fast approaching peaks
of Nekonron.
To be continued…