Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma, Akane, or any other "Ranma 1/2" characters that appear in this story. However, the story is my own, well as much as my own as the people in my head tell me it is.
WHAM!!!
"Ranma, you pervert!" Akane screamed as her mallet struck the young man. "Why don't you ever leave me alone?" Akane, who should of been used to the insults that came out of her fiance's mouth, still felt tears behind her eyes. Thankfully, Ranma still had his face in the ground so Akane decided to run off before he realized how much he hurt her. Of all the boys she knew, why had her father chosen him?
Akane entered her room and layed down. She wished her mother was still here. Akane closed her eyes and thought back to before her mother died. She was too young to remember anything really, but she did remember the smells. The smell of her mother's hair, the smell of the kitchen at supper time. One thing she did remember clearly eas not being angry. Akane sighed as she rolled over on to her side and looked out the window. A beautiful, clear sunny sky met her eyes but all Akane wanted to do was cry. She went over each description in her mind, trying to find reasons for them. Violent. Crazy. Angry. Psycho. Abusive. Short tempered. 'Am I really that bad? I never used to be this way.' She thought to herself.
"Yo! Tomboy!? You in there?" Ranma bellowed from outside. "Look, I didn't mean for that to hurt you. All I said was that your boobs were to small for that shirt."
"RANMA....!!!!!" Akane warned the foolish pig-tailed boy.
"What? What did I...." Before Ranma could finish the statement, one of Akane's shoes came flying out the window and hit him square between the eyes.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" She screamed before she slammed the widow shut and fell back on her bed. 'I hate him! He's arrogant, mean, and worst of all the biggest idiot in the world!' Akane's mind raced as tears flowed down her cheeks. But as much as she told herself, and everyone else, that she hated Ranma, she still felt drawn to him.
It was morning the next day and Akane made her way down stairs to the sitting room. Usually no one else was up this early so she was surprised to hear voices coming from the next room.
"I've told you before. You can not take ownership of the dojo. Neither can Kasumi. No matter how much you scream or complain, that's just the way it is." Soun repeated to Nabiki in the calmest voice he could muster.
"But daddy! It's not fair! Just because Akane is your real daughter doesn't..."
"Quiet girl! Have you forgotten that not even Akane knows of this? You, your sister and I are the only ones and so shall it must stay!" Yelled Soun. As surprising as it was for the man to first of all not relent to his daughters needs, but he actually scorned her. Akane was standing just out of view, listening to her father's words when she decided to make her presence known."
"Dad, what is going on? What do you mean real daughter?" Soun looked gapingly at his 16 year old daughter. He suddenly found the urge to fiddle with things on the table, becoming once again the man she had grown up with.
"Oh! Uh, let's see. Um...... So! Breakfast Akane? Are you hungry? Beautiful day, isn't it? Heard word that it was suposed to rain, but nope, clear skies. Can't trust rumors, now can you? Oh well, maybe this afternoon..."
"Father!" Akane screamed, forcing the man to shudder and cover his head. Before Akane could continue on, Ryoga came wondering in, obvoiusly looking confused.
"Um, where's Ranma? What are you guys doing here?" He then noticed Akane, temper flarring and looking ready to mallet the next thing that moved. "Whoa!!! I, um, uh, I.... Sorry to bother you, must of took a wrong turn..... Uhh.... See ya!" Ryoga blurted before running out of the house. At this point, after her miserable time with Ranma the day before and now her father's secretive conversation with her sister, Akane had had enough.
"What is going on here?!" Akane yelled, her hands already seeming to grasp an invisable hammer that hadn't yet materialized.
"Nothing you need to throw a fuss over, darling. Daddy and I were just discussing, uh, your birthday present. Must you always be ready to strike? Honestly, what would mother think?" Akane's money-hungry sister sneered.
"W-what?" Akane was thrown back. Nabiki never talked about their mother, nor really what she might 'think'. Frankly, Nabiki never thought about what anyone thought, especially if it didn't benefit her.
"Well, I've done enough chattering. Daddy, please stop cowering. Really, what kind of impression does it make for the leader of a martial arts school to be shaking in his sandles? And Akane darling, if you must get angry at someone, get angry at your so-called fiance. Wasn't he supposed to meet you here and take you the market?"
"That was yesterday." Replied Akane as she sat down at the table, still quite angry.
"Oh, well. I have plans with some girls from school. Bye daddy." And with that she was gone, leaving Akane and her father alone in an uncomfortable silence.
"So, uh... Are you hungry?" He asked timidly, still fearing his daughters temper.
"No. What did she mean, real daughter?"
"Uh, don't worry about that. All she meant was that you were my favourite daughter. Doesn't like to admit it, though, does she? Heh, heh. Now, I don't know about you but I would like some breakfast." Soun replied as he started to make his way into the kitchen.
"No daddy! I'll make it for you! Sit down, sit down. Really! I don't mind." Akane pushed her father back down in his seat and beelined for the kitchen. "I want to, really!" As Akane made herself busy, Soun gulped deeply as he knew what was coming. 'Well, I would gladly eat her cooking (if that's what it was) if it meant she didn't ask anymore questions. She was never meant to know. I promised her mother none of them would know.
"Hmm...??? What the... NO!! Akane no!! Not vinegar!!!!"
Authors Note:
This is my first fic and I welcome all reviews as well as flames....as long as it you can help. Please don't flame if you just say how much you don't like without saying why or even where it can be better. Thanks!!
