So lately I've been into watching shows on youtube this is my love story of Ranma and Akane (course I never really finished). So...yeah...

Disclaimer: I don't own Ranma or any of its characters just this random fairytale.

Chapter one: Apology

"Idiot!" shouted Akane as she ran out of the family room.

"What did I say?" asked Ranma, dumbfounded. He looked around at the rest of the people at the table. Soun Tendo, owner of the Tendo Dojo where they all resided, sat at the head. His old sensei, Happosai, sat on his left, ignoring everything around him to scrape as much rice as possible into his large mouth attached to his tiny body. Next to him were Tendo's oldest daughters. The mischievous Nabiki, age 18, and the motherly Kasumi, age 20. Across the table from Kasumi was a giant panda bear, regularly Genma Saotome, Ranma's father and sensei in the Anything-Goes School of Martial Arts; he was cursed for falling into a Jusenkyo pool in China where a giant panda had drowned years ago. All of them stared at Ranma, tried of his constant fighting and bickering with Akane Tendo—17 and Tendo-sama's youngest—his fiancée.

"You don't have to be so rude, Ranma," scoffed Nabiki. "She spent like hours on that."

Ranma looked down at the chicken curry he had just spat out. He hadn't known Akane had cooked it. When he had looked into the kitchen earlier—to see whether he should skip a meal—he had seen Kasumi, and Akane was no where in site.

"Well, I didn't know," Ranma defended.

"Of course you didn't, because you're always battling with the Panda Bear," spat Nabiki.

"Nabiki," Kasumi remarked glancing at her loose-tongued sister. Ranma glanced at his panda bear of a father beside him. Just before dinner he had knocked him over the roof and into the pond in victory, causing him to change from human to panda in the cold water.

"Well, what do ya think I should do?" Ranma asked.

"Go apologize, stupid," Nabiki ordered. At first, Ranma was taken aback. He hardly ever apologized—for anything. But if that could sooth out the evening's tension, it was worth a try.

Lazily he got up from the table and walked out into the hallway, heading towards Akane's room. He stared at the duck with her name on it hanging from a nail in the wood, getting up the courage to knock before entering.

"Who is it?" came Akane's hurt voice from the other side of the door. Ranma could tell she had been crying.

"Akane, its Ranma."

"GO AWAY!" Ranma ignored her however and opened the door peeking in only to shut it again before a flying stuffed animal hit him. He opened it again to see Akane sitting in the dark on her bed by the window. Silently he stepped in the room, prepared to dodge anymore flying objects.

Akane gave him no response as he moved to sit next to her on the bed. As he sat down, though, he saw in Akane's cradled arms was her pig, P-chan, as she knew him, but to Ranma the creature was Ryoga Hibiki, the direction-troubled youth who seemed to have hated him since their childhood. Having fallen into a cursed Jusenkyo pool himself, he used his curse to be with his one and only love Akane—if only to make Ranma jealous.

Ranma threw a few daggers at the swine before clearing his throat. "Listen…Akane, I…I…" Akane turned her head a slight bit to look at him from under her bangs. Ranma gulped as he noticed this, shaking nervously to say what he needed to say, "Akane, I-I'm…sorry."

Immediately, her head shot up to look at him eye-to-eye. She had rarely heard Ranma apologize. But though his apology helped to lift her spirits a little, she still felt hurt. For the past few weeks she had been working harder than ever to be the kind of wife Ranma would want. She didn't understand it herself but over the past year that he and his father had lived with her family, she had found herself growing closer and closer to Ranma, even though she tried with all her might to hate him.

Ranma looked into her brown eyes, seeing how much his words had shocked her as they shocked him. And suddenly he felt that he couldn't hurt her any longer. He wanted to say something nice and thoughtful, so for once in his life he did the unmanly thing and thought before he spoke, running the phrase through his head a few times before speaking.

"Actually, it wasn't too bad," he said, "just a little too much curry powder." He held up his fingers in front her face showing her the tiny amount like she was a little kid who didn't understand the difference between two teaspoons and two tablespoons.

"Really?" Akane whispered, feeling her face flush up as he commented her. How much did she want him to kiss her right then and there?

"Really," assured Ranma. Suddenly he realized he was inclining his face closer to Akane's. So much, in fact, that he could feel the heat rising off her cheeks, her cute, cute cheeks he felt himself saying.

"Akane…?"

"Ranma?"

Slowly, Ranma moved in closer feeling his eyes closing and noticing that Akane had hers already nearly shut and her lips puckered. He moved his hand to rest on hers, their lips less then an inch away. But suddenly Ranma jumped three feet off the bed in pain, shouting out and clutching his hand.

"Ranma?" Akane inquired, opening her eyes to see P-chan's teeth dived deeply into Ranma's hand. "P-chan!" She reached out to grab the little pig.

"What's wrong?" asked a nervous Tendo and Soatome as she knocked down Akane's bedroom door. What they saw surprised them and they were unsure what to make of it. Ranma was sitting next to Akane on the bed, holding his bleeding hand. And Akane was holding a squirming and squealing P-chan in front of her giving him the death look.

"Huh?" Soatome said scratching his head.