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Chapter Two:

Ranma sat down in bathroom. Akane had some music playing faintly in the background and, as she fetched the scissors, he listened carefully, quite positive he had heard it before. His eyes trailed to her, standing in front of the cabinet. Swaying her hips gently, her head moving slowly from side to side with the beat.

Then it clicked when the chorus came on; it was the first song they danced to on their wedding day. He smiled at the memory.

As she returned to him, he stood up, taking her hand. Bringing her in close, they swayed, stepping like they did just those few years ago.

"This won't stop me from trimming those bangs, you know." She told him. He laughed.

"I know. You've said before, but this is our song."

She nodded. "I know."


The song had eventually came to a beautiful end, and Ranma sat down again.

Snip.

Ranma scrunched his eyes up, his eyebrows creasing with his forehead.

"Ranma," Akane play-scolded. "It'll end up too short or wonkey if you don't keep still."

Ranma's cheeks flushed lightly as he chuckled. "I'll blame your unsteady hand."

Akane rolled her eyes. "Here," she took his hands. Placing his fingertips over his eyelids, she continued to trim.

Once Akane had finished, his bangs were sitting just below his eyebrows.

Ranma checked his hair from different angles in the mirror.

"Y'know," he spoke up, his eyes leaving his reflection to see her next to him in the mirror. "Kasumi did it! The transformation of Tomboy into Elegant, Steady-handed Woman!" Akane slapped his arm. "I'm kidding, 'Kane! I love you, no matter what." His said, voice hushed, eyes softening.

He dropped a kiss on a forehead lightly before declaring his leave to dress himself and wait for the Lost Boy in the kitchen.

Akane shook her head, knowing he was going to snack on something.

"Ranma, I'm just heading to the shops, I'll be back soon!"

"Okay, hopefully P-Chan'll be here by then!"

"He's not P-Chan!" Rounding the corner, that's just who she saw. "P-Chan!"

Ranma appeared by her side in seconds. The little black piglet was already snuggled into her chest.

"You are not winning this, pig boy!"

"Ranma," Akane warned.

"You go, I'll look after him."

Not trusting Ranma, she silently followed him into the kitchen.

Ranma poured the kettle water, and from the smoke emerged... Ryoga?


I know not all of you like the idea of this new fanfiction, but I'm going to continue it anyway, as there are some readers out there who have said they do want to read more, so thank you if you are one of those people! :) This chapter is for you!