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Not Enough Guts
Chapter Two: Another Long Day
Footsteps.
Footsteps from Akane's room.
Footsteps from Akane's room; as in Akane getting out of bed.
Footsteps from Akane's room; as in Akane getting out of bed and coming to the door.
As in the door that Ranma was leaning against. The door that Ranma sat against all night. The one he was leaning against when he fell asleep. The door that Ranma spent his night with, hoping and dreaming so dearly and unmanly about the person inside. The doors that Ranma had his back against still, sleeping and snoring, holding his pigtail in his palm.
His dream was strange, full of unrecognizable people at unrecognizable places. They did unrecognizable things in the most unrecognizable ways with unrecognizable objects. They spoke an unrecognizable language with unrecognizable mouths and unrecognizable tongues. Ranma heard unrecognizable sounds and saw unrecognizable sights in unrecognizable colors. Overall, Ranma's dream was vaguely new but old. In some sense, it seemed... unrecognizable.
Go figure.
Except Ranma's dream was not the point. In fact it was quite pointless in all, lacking... well, a point. The point was, it was morning and Akane was coming to the door. Where Ranma was sleeping. It seemed odd for Ranma to be sleeping like that on the floor, outside of Akane's room yet. What could it mean to Akane? Could it mean that Ranma was following his heart which led him straight to her bedroom, where her innermost dreams and most intimate thoughts were kept? Or could it mean that Ranma was a pervert?
Hm... hard choice, but I think I'll have to go with Akane thinking that he's a pervert.
Okay, where was I? Oh yes, the footsteps.
Ranma's dream had come to a most unrecognizable end when the footsteps sounding in his ears.
Ranma snapped awake. Well he didn't really snap awake, because that would kinda hurt. He just sorta woke up suddenly and opened his eyes, giving the effect that Ranma snapped' awake. It's sort of an author's way of making it seem as if the character is really scared or they heard a sound or woke up from a nightmare and so on. Snapping awake is a figure of speech somewhat really. Actually quite interesting if you think about it. Maybe you should try it sometime.
Footsteps. Oh, right.
Ranma froze. ( Not really though, he was actually quite warm... ) He was a martial artist and a good one at that. He was only afraid of one thing, (aside from cats). And that one thing was... well, Akane.
Ranma was afraid of her because she attacked him with blunt objects when he said the wrong thing. He was even more afraid of admitting his true feelings for her. If you don't know what those feelings are exactly... read the last chapter again.
Not enough guts, I guess.
Ranma's heart raced. (Actually, it stayed in his chest ) The footsteps came closer to the door. Ranma waited sheepishly. ( but really Ranma is a human male/female, and not a sheep, too bad though, that would make a good story; You fall in spring of drown sheep. Tragic legend of sheep that drown in spring two thousand four hundred year ago. Now who ever fall in spring take body of sheep. )
THE DOOR was cold ageist Ranma's back as he felt a shiver run down his spine. THE DOOR rattled slightly when Akane touched her hand to the knob. THE DOOR swung back with one motion. Ranma no longer had THE DOOR to lean ageist and he fell backward, right onto Akane's feet.
Still clenching THE DOOR with one fist, Akane looked down at the black haired idiot at her feet. The poor door knob, never stood a chance. It crumbled to brass dust to the floor, giving out a small squeal of fist on metal.
Akane glared at Ranma with a look that could kill a snake. (And it probably has.) He smiled up at her nervously. Akane's left eyebrow twitched.
Now this scenario was definitely NOT unrecognizable.
Ranma: Uh... good morning, Akane.
Akane loosed a crooked smile.
Soun Tendo could have sworn he heard the sound of wood splintering....
Or was it bone? He sighed, a little bored.
Either way.... he knew he had to pay to get it fixed.
Another long day. Soun sighed again.
