Hi Minna! Back with this new fic! I had this idea and I just had to write it. So here goes, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Ranma ½ :(
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Ranma sat silently facing the dojo wall as he pondered over a certain someone who had managed to grab his attention of late.
"Violent idiot tomboy." Ranma grumbled aloud to no one in particular. 'It's not my fault she can't cook.' Ranma thought as he silently mused over what had happened earlier that day as he unconsciously ran a hand over his now discoloring eye.
*Flashback*
They were all seated at the table getting ready to eat breakfast when Kasumi suddenly appeared carrying a tray laden with their breakfast, with Akane following suit. Ranma, who was already seated at the table, licked his lips in anticipation. Even though it was short lived.
Kasumi smiled becomingly. "Today Akane wanted to cook breakfast. And she did a good job to." Kasumi finished her smile waning slightly. Suddenly the delicious looking meal lost it's appeal. The occupants seated at the table glanced at each other in mute horror before strings of excuses were heard as they tried to get up to leave. Kasumi looked at them disapprovingly.
This immediately angered Akane. "SIT DOWN!! I worked hard to try to make this meal so it can't be that bad. You haven't even tried it yet." She said, hurt evident in her eyes.
After hearing this, they all sat back down guilt gracing their faces.
Akane smiled setting the food down on the table. "Okay, dig in!" She said happily as they reluctantly started to ply food on their plates. That done, they stared at each other, wondering who would experiment with Akane's new creation first. Finally Soun spoke up, "Akane-chan this smells great and I can't wait to try it. Ranma-kun should try it first because… he's your fiancé!" He said cheerfully.
A horrified look crossed over the pigtailed boy's features. "I ain't-" Ranma started angrily but was cut off by a not so subtle smack to the head by his father.
Ranma turned on him angrily, "Old man." He growled ready to start a one of their daily brawls.
Genma grabbed his son by his nape of his neck, speaking to him in furious hushed tones. "You are her fiancé boy, don't hurt her feelings!" He whispered heatedly.
Ranma, looked up at Akane. Akane face was a mix of anticipation and hope. His dad was right. He couldn't just hurt her feelings. So he relented cautiously taking the first bite. He chewed for a minute before he started gagging.
Akane's hopeful expression changed to one of anger. "It can't be that bad!" She said exasperated.
After Ranma managed to spit out Akane's latest concoction he turned his watery eyes on Akane. "Your right…it's worse!" He gasped rising from the table heading to the kitchen to attempt to wash the foul aftertaste of her concoction out of his mouth, Akane trailing close behind.
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"Ranma! Are you okay?" Akane asked following Ranma to the kitchen, watching worriedly as Ranma poured himself a glass of water and immediately downing it.
Coughing briefly due to the little time he wasted in guzzling down his glass of water, he turned to glare at the deplorable chief. "Do I look okay!? What am I, one of your Guiney pigs!?" Ranma ranted.
After that comment, all thoughts of concern for her fiancé quickly vanished causing Akane to immediately take the defensive. "That's what I get for being concerned about you! It can't be THAT bad!" She growled slightly hurt at the assault on her character.
"Oh trust me… it is. What did you cook with anyway? POISION AND CEMENT?" He sneered.
"It's not like you could have done better you self centered jerk!" Akane said now royally pissed.
Ranma rolled his eyes heavenward, " Please, Anybody could cook better than you. You cook just as bad as you look!" Ranma said in retaliation.
At his slight, Akane slowly turned away from him, appearing to have backed down.
Ranma immediately became alarmed not wanting her to cry. He hated it when girls cried. "A-Are you crying!?" Ranma asked nervously walking up behind his unhinged fiancé. When he received no answer he tried looking over her shoulder to peer at his face.
She whipped around; face enraged and quickly taking out one of her magically appearing mallets, proceeded to pulverize her unsuspecting fiancé. "RANMA NO BAKA!!!"
*End of flashback*
Ranma shook his head after speculating on what had happened previously. It wasn't exactly his fault she couldn't cook. And if she knew she couldn't cook, then why was she taking everything out on him.
Ranma sighed his eyes turning to gaze at the dojo wall across from him. It was no use. He would never get her to stop acting that way towards him. He seemed to be the only person who received this kind of violent attention from her.
He was just plain tired of having to bear the brunt of her anger, (A/N: Even though half of the time she is hitting him is because he said something mean) even if she was kind of cute when she was angry. He smirked. Come to think of it she was kind of cute when she-
As quickly as the smile graced his face, it was gone as if it had never been there. He shook his head vehemently, not at all liking where his train of thoughts were going. The pigtailed boy slowly rose from his spot on the dojo floor. Maybe he had been too hard on her. She probably did work really hard on this new project and he had only thrown it in her face that she had failed. As he though some more over this something akin to guilt started to slowly slip into his heart.
He just as quickly shook off the feeling. Oh well, she would learn from this and get better at it. Having decided that he would not think on the subject anymore, he quickly exited the dojo and proceeded to go out the gate to get some alone time and not think about what he had said to Akane.
But somehow, the feeling was inescapable.
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After her fight with Ranma, Akane had gone up to her room to reflect about what had just occurred. She had work extra hard to try and please everyone. Maybe even trying to please a certain someone.
She shouldn't care about what that jerk thought of her cooking. She sighed, but she did.
'Okay, I'm going to get up and go somewhere so that I can stop thinking about that jerk.' This decided she started to look for her favorite sweater. When she couldn't find it she made her way into her sisters room to ask to borrow one of her sweaters. 'Or one of MY sweaters.' She grumbled.
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"Nabiki, do you know where my pink sweater is?" Akane asked as she made her way through Nabiki's door way.
Nabiki was lying on the bed reading a magazine, legs crossed at the ankle. Kasumi was there also, sitting on the floor sewing. At the sound of Akane's voice, Kasumi raised her head from her task and greeted her, Akane doing likewise.
Her sister just pointed to the closet, engrossed in her magazine.
Only when Akane had retrieved the sweater and was about to walk out the door did Nabiki say something. "Where are you going?" She asked, face still in the magazine.
Akane turned to face her. "Probably to go see a movie or something." 'To try to get my head off of Ranma.' She added inwardly.
"You know maybe you shouldn't be so hard on Ranma-kun. He probably doesn't realize what he says is mean. And who knows, you might give him brain damage from the almost daily beatings you give him." Nabiki joked lightly, finally turning to look at her younger sibling.
"I don't get mad at him or hit him that often! And when I do it's always his fault!" Akane said getting angry.
"Or it might be because you possible like him? Or even love him?" Nabiki teased lightly.
"W-what!? I could never like an idiot like that! And I could be nice to him if I thought he deserved it!" Akane exploded, even as she started to become flushed.
Nabiki was slightly surprised to see Akane react so vehemently. Suddenly, a plan started to slowly take shape in her head. She slowly smiled. "You couldn't go a day without yelling or hitting him. And that's understandable considering how much you like him." Nabiki said nonchalantly.
"I could be nice to him for a week if I wanted to! I just don't feel he deserves my kindness." Akane said.
Nabiki's smile grew. Good she had played right into her hands. "Wanna bet on it?"
"Bet on what?" Akane said calming down a little.
"Okay, you cannot hit or yell at Ranma for a week. Basically be nice to him."
"Okay you got yourself a deal." Akane said out of anger, ready to prove to everyone that she did NOT love the pigtailed boy that was constantly swimming through her head. Most of all she wanted to prove it to herself.
After the agreed on the price of the wager she was about exited her sisters room. "Oh yeah, you can't mention this to Ranma though." She told her sister.
"Agreed."
Kasumi looked at her younger sister askance.
Nabiki rolled her eyes and sighed. "Oh don't worry about it Kasumi everything's going to be alright."
Nabiki turned her gaze back to her magazine. This would definitely be fun to watch. She might even make some money off of this. She would start taking wagers tomorrow.
Wondering what her sister was really up to, Akane proceeded to exit her room. 'I can't believe she could possibly think that-' She wasn't looking where she was going and ran into a hard chest. Particularly, the chest of her fiancé.
Ranma looked at her curiously. "Don't mention what to me?"
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So!? Should I continue it? Please review and tell me how you liked it. I really need your input on this so please take the time to review. Also if you want to be notified when I update, please leave it in a review or e-mail me at breezbox6@aol.com. Thanks for reading and I hope to see you next chapter. That is if you review! ^_^