Disclaimer: Ranma 1/2 belongs to Rumiko Takahashi.
She touched her lips, shocked at the actions he took in order to achieve her response. Her eyes were wide as she tried to say something, anything, but nothing came out. As she opened her mouth to say something, a voice that was not her own overshadowed hers, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Akane quickly closed her jaw as she slowly turned to see a furious Ranma, clenching his fists at his side. "Ranma..." she whispered as he stormed over and took her hold of her wrist and pulled her towards him. Akane stood in his embrace as Ranma began to berate the boy.
Akane tugged on his collar, calling his attention to her as he took a breath. His breathing was uneven as he looked down at the girl in his arms, who held up an index card with a lip print on it, she muttered, "Ranma, it's fake."
It took a moment for it to process in Ranma's mind as he finally took in the setting. He was on stage and Akane was dressed in costume and the offending boy stood opposite in a similiar state of dress. Nervously, Ranma chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Saotome! Get off my stage!" the student director said, pulling his hair in every-which-way, "You're ruining our practice!"
Ranma turned to see the nervous wrecked director who sat in the third row. He glanced down at Akane and gave her a nervous chuckle, "Uh..."
She gently pushed him off and stood center stage, "Let's take a quick break, we all need it." She looked around, emphasizing her point by indicating the whole cast with her arm, who all looked tired out of their mind.
The director gave a deep sign, ran his hand through his disheveled hair, "Fine! Everyone take a ten minute break," he clapped his hands, "And then we'll continue from scene four!" The cast members all sighed in relief as they all went to scarf down snacks in the room next door provided by the cooking club.
That left only Ranma and Akane standing on the stage together. Slowly, Akane faced Ranma with a serious look in her eye, "What's wrong with you Ranma? You knew I was in a play... why are you here?"
She quickly acknowledged his presence, in context of the situation, "'Well?"
In all honesty, Ranma did not know that she was in a play. If memory served him right, he was having his all too favorite fantasy involving a certain tomboy when she told him about her extracirrcular activities that one night. He just so happened to notice that this was the fourth night she had not come straight home and he went in search for her. Not once did it ever cross his mind that she was in a play...
"I -" he began but soon found himself loss for words as he nervously chuckled. "B-because I was worried about you?"
"Hnn, the great and mighty Ranma, worried about his uncute fiancee?" Akane instigated with a knowing grin, "Ne, sounds faulty." Ranma blushed as she brought her hand up and rested it against his beating heart, "It's nice that you're worried about me, Ranma, but I'm fine. It's just play practice."
"But that kiss!" Ranma fumed.
"It was staged, fake, nothing," Akane sighed as she stepped back and held the index card between her fingers, "I-I wouldn't kiss just anyone." She stepped forward, playing a part in a new game they played.
She slowly brought her self up by means of tiptoeing and whispered seductively, "Someone would get jealous if I kissed anyone but him." Ranma's hands came up and rested them on her shoulders, his eyes boring into hers, "You're damn right he'd get jealous. These lips," he brought one hand up and placed his fingers playfully over her lips, "Are mine, and only mine."
"For you Ranma?" Akane giggled as Ranma leaned dangerously close, "Why don't you prove your claim, hmm?" He smiled down at her before he laced his arms around her waist and her arms found their way around his neck.
The two lovers gazed into each other's eyes before slowly closing the gap between them with a chaste kiss...
"Oh god, it's so real!"
...on the nose.
The couple turned their heads to see the entire cast and crew of the drama club standing in the first row, tears in their eyes. The director applauded as he wiped away the tears with his hand, "That emotion you two convey was so strong! So...so livid and real! That was truly inspirational! I could feel Ranma's dominance and Akane's submission!"
Ranma turned cherry red as Akane bristled, "Submission?"
The director threw his arms up, "Who'd ever thought that the lovely Akane was so willing!"
"Willing?" Akane gasped in embarassment as she flung her arms up in disbelief as she turned to face the widly grinning Ranma now who then bursted out in laughter.
Which caused Akane to smirk then follow in an infectious laughter that spread to all the people in the auditorium. They laughed, oh they laughed as the two couple could only smile at the situation in which they were handed.
Since moments like these were rare for them, they took it and never let go. Because they belong together, and their claims are stronger than the rest. And the sole fact that it is evident even to outsiders just how true their love is.
Author's Notes
Well, as I am surviving zombie week here at the university (I am still a human, I have survived 68 hrs!) and dodging zombies across campus, I found time to write on this. More or less drabble, but enjoy none-the-less.
The game continues, I wonder how long I will remain human.
