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Akane gulped, "I think we should go to class now, Ranma."

He moved closer to her and spoke into her ear, "I really liked what we were doin', 'Kane."

Akane looked away and blushed, "I did too but we can't just..."

"We can't just start mauling each other whenever we get the chance. I know. If I wanted a relationship like that, I'd be at the Nekohanten with Shampoo."

Akane smiled at him and stood up, "Well, Saotome Ranma, it seems that we've cured your Foot-in-Mouth Syndrome."

Ranma laughed, "Is that what you called it? I always thought it was just me being a moron."

Akane walked through the door Ranma opened for her, "You've never been a moron, just a kawaii baka."

When the final bell rang Ranma and Akane walked outside to a bright day.

Ranma wanted to go somewhere with food, while Akane wanted to go somewhere more private.

"We could go to the Nekohanten."

Akane frowned, "And have that Chinese bimbo serve is potions? I think not!"

Ranma sighed, "I have to get the antidote for this...thing that she's done to me. I might as well eat free noodles with it."

Akane laughed, "Fine, Ranma. We'll go. But I am NOT going to eat anything from there."

Ranma smiled, "We'll stop at Ukyo's for you."

Ranma stood up and held out his hand to help Akane up. A light breeze swept through her hair. Akane lifted her hand and brushed her hair out of her face. She's so beautiful.

"I wanna fuck her so bad," Ranma muttered.

"Ranma!"

"Whhhaa? OH, KAMI! See what I meant was that… I… err," Ranma sighed, "Just hit me, Akane."

Akane giggled, "Baka, I'm not going to hit you. I'm just...surprised that you think of me like that."

"Oh, Kami, Akane. I think about it all the time. That's why I'd be so uncomfortable at lunch sometimes. Just seeing things go into that cute mouth of yours makes me wanna just throw you on top of-," Ranma covered his mouth.

Akane laughed lightly and moved his hand from his mouth.

"And have you scream my name while the whole school watches," Ranma stepped closer to Akane, "I think about you that way all the time. In my dreams, at school. Half the time I turn into a girl on purpose so you won't... err...see things."

Akane blushed, "Sometimes I do see but I think it's not because of me. I always assume that you're thinking about Shampoo or Ukyo."

"UKYO??!! She's like a brother to me! A brother who happens to have romantic feelings for me which makes it even more repulsive."

Akane laughed, "Speaking of Ukyo, have you seen her lately?"

Ranma frown, "Actually, no, I haven't. Mousse disappeared too."

"Do you want to go to Ukyo's now and see if we can find them?"

Ranma chuckled, "That's a odd kind of date."

"It's just as odd as the rest of our lives," Akane replied.

Mousse tried to speak through the gag in his mouth.

"OOOOMMUUUNNNN"

Ukyo glanced at him, "There's no point in yelling, honey. No one can hear you down here."

Ukyo's dusted off her hands after setting down her okonomiyaki supplies. The basement of her restaurant was dark and freezing. Even though Mousse was wrapped in chains he was still shivering.

"Ett eee aaaawwkk"

"We have nothing to talk about, babe. I told you my plan to get rid of Akane and you did not agree to help me. I can't just let you go off and tell her and Ranma what I'm cooking up."

"Iihhh woooonn wwwooookkk"

"Oh, it will work, sweetie pie, cause I'm not a dumb Chinese girl or a delirious old hag or even an insane, baton-twirling, harlot. My eye is on the prize: Saotome Ranma."

"Eeee uuvvvss Aaannneee"

"HE LOVES ME! And as soon as my plan is complete he'll come here begging for my hand in marriage."

"Ugghhh."

"Now I need to feed my customers, dear, so you have fun down here."

Ukyo walked up the basement stairs to return to her kitchen. She shut the door to the basement and left Mousse in darkness.

Akane and Ranma stepped into Ukyo's restaurant whispering to each other.

"Ranma, make sure Ukyo doesn't suspect that anything has happened between us. I'm not in the mood for a battle."

"As long as you don't make any sexy faces."

Akane blushed, "Your going to have to keep remarks like that to your self right now, Ranma."

Ukyo spotted them, "Oh, hey Ran-chan, Akane. What brings you here?" This is perfect! I didn't expect to get my plan started so soon.

Ranma sat at the table nearest to Ukyo's frying pan, "Nothin' much, Ucchan. We were just wondering were you had been the past few days."

"Oh, I've been busy with the restaurant and night school, you know."

Akane smiled, "Oh that's good. We were worried that something may have happened to you." Though that wouldn't inconvenience me at all.

"Ucchan is tough, honey, she isn't going anywhere." Not going anywhere at all.

Ukyo wiped her hands, "You to want some tea? Or some lemonade?" My SPECIAL lemonade?

Ranma smiled, "I love your lemonade, Ucchan."

Akane's smile was lopsided. "I'd like some too."

Ukyo smiled brightly, "I'll be right back."

When Ukyo left the room Akane backhanded Ranma.

"WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?" Akane whispered.

Ranma sputtered, "What'd I do?"

"SHE MIGHT PUT SOMETHING IN OUR DRINKS!"

"Ohhh…"

Akane hit him again, "YEAH THE FUCK RIGHT 'OHH!' YOU'VE GOT US FUCKED AGAIN!!"

"Ukyo ain't the type to use crazy spices or any perverted stuff. I expect any attempt of hers would be straightforward."

Akane frowned, "I hope you're right."

Ukyo came back with a pitcher of lemonade and three glasses.


Ok I've got the solution. I'm just going to make a short chapter every week or 2. I really just need to get on with this.