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Ch. 4- Tell me!

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[Still Ranma

What the hell? Does she think I'm stupid or somethin'?

Yeah, well, no need to answer that one.

FINE! This time she took it to damn far. I'll show her…

"Oh, is that so?" I ask Ukyo. I turn around to see Akane, the aura is gone but now she's sweating like crazy. "Oh, Ucchan, I am so glad you're my valentine… not like some kawaiikune people, you appreciate what I do for you."

"Ran-chan! I appreciate you! I do! I do! Tee-hee-hee-hee!" She hugs me like it's the last time she'll ever see me again. I just wish it was Akane instead of her.

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Akane

I just wish it was me instead of her.

So I guess he really did get Ukyo. I guess that the fact I got him was just a coincidence… and here I was beginning to think that it was actually a sign or something.

"Will you all shut up and do the work?!? Just write down what you feel, dammit! It's not that hard!" The teacher screams. He breathes heavily as the whole class stares at him stunned. Finally, he calms down and continues. "By the way, don't forget to write two letters: one for your valentine and one for your grade! Turn the second copy in at the end of class! Now, WRITE!"

Now that Ranma knows I didn't get Gosunkugi, I guess I'll have to write the letter for him… How should I start anyway?

Ranma,

I hate you.

Your kawaiikune fiancé,

Akane.

Nah, too truthful.

Ranma,

You're a jerk. I wish you'd dry up and die.

Akane.

No, too straight up.

Just write down what you feel! It's not that hard, dammit!

The teacher's words repeat themselves in my head over and over again. I guess I should just write with the heart then...

Before I can even notice I've poured my heart and soul into two letters.

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Ranma

Before I know it, I've spilled my heart in a letter. I even made two copies too, and they're not for Ukyo... they were supposed to be, but I unconsciously wrote down my feelings for Akane. I know it's useless since I'm going to take the F anyway, but I really do feel a lot better. I'll just keep both of them I guess.

The rest of the day goes by quickly, with Ukyo sending me nonstop notes with hearts all around. I hate girly things like that. I hate girly girls period… the exact same reason a tomboy is perfect for me.

The day is finally over and Akane and I walk home. There is a tension between us I can't even begin to describe. Damn, this wouldn't be happening if I would have just told her who my valentine really is in the first place. Maybe I should say something to make her smile…

"So…" I say, walking on the fence and holding my hands together to the back of my head, "I feel bad for whoever ya got. Who would want an ugly tomboy like you to be their valent—OoOoMPH!" She throws her schoolbag at my face. Great, right on the nose, too.

O-kay, so maybe that wasn't the best thing I could have said…

"Yeah, I feel bad for Ukyo… who'd want a macho jerk like you to be their valentine…" She answers. And here I thought she'd laugh…so much for that idea.

"It was a joke, Akane! Geez, why you gotta be so damn moody all the time? Besides I should be the one mad at you… you lied to me. You told me you got Gosunkugi." I reply. If you really think about it, I'm the victim here; I should be the one that gets an apology, not the one to apologize.

"Why the hell do you care who I got anyway?"

Oh nothin'… just so I can go choke him, stab him, drown him, burn him… no biggie.

"Because… I wanna know…" I answer.

"Well I'm not telling you" Talk about being stubborn.

"Tell me"

"No!"

"Tell me!"

"No!"

"Tell me or…"

"Or what?! Huh, Ranma?!? What?!" She yells.

I hop down to the street and grab both of her wrists and place them over her head; then I slightly slam her against the fence. The moment is perfect… my body is completely pressed against hers and we're looking right into each others eye. Her brown pearls are defying me… she's so damn stubborn, and I love it. My grip on her wrists loosens up and my hands slowly find their way to hers, our fingers interlace and we're both blushing.

"Or…" I move my face closer to hers. Now our lips are less than an inch apart. This is my chance. I gotta do it, it's now or never.

"Or I'll… I…" I can feel her breath on my lips. This is it. Her eyes are already closed, and as I slowly close mine, our lips are a second apart…

"Akane, I---"

Author's Note- Mwahahahaha!! Don't you just hate it when I cut it off right when they're about to kiss? Hah. Do not fear my loves, for the next chapter will be up tomorrow! Thanks for reading!