Last Chapter!!!!!!! Ahem. *squeezes another orange*
Not Enough Guts
Chapter Twelve: Another Happy Ending... Well Sorta...
Beep.
The digital display on Nabiki's watch changed. She smiled at it and continued down the gravel path.
The beep indicated the changing of the hour. It was the time Nabiki had been waiting fifteen minutes for. It was time that Ranma finds out that Akane is completely gaga for him.
It was now 6:00 P.M.
Akane came by the house five minutes before. She wanted to know where Ranma was. Nabiki told her that he went to the park. She wasn't sure if Ranma was actually there yet, but that is where she wanted them to be. Together.
Ranma had come by, five minutes before Akane. And, you guessed it, he was asking where Akane was. Nabiki's plan formed quickly and her reply.... She went for a walk in the park.
If Akane wasn't going to tell him how she feels, Nabiki was. And that, wasn't going to be pretty.
She saw the two ahead. Merely silhouettes in the distance. She reached into her bag and removed a camera. Tucked in her bag was proof. Photos, the notebook... and Akane's diary.
Show time.
Akane was standing in front of him. She said nothing. Her eye were latched to the ground. Ranma's eyes followed her line of vision until he too, was staring at the ground.
Once and a while, one would try to speak. They would open their mouths and almost look up. But then they would close with a snap, suddenly chickening out...
Not enough guts, for the both of them.
Ranma, however, was used to the feeling. That didn't make it feel any less new to him. His heart was racing and it was about ready to fly out of his chest. His mouth was dry as the sahara and his legs felt as if they had been traveling through the place for years.
Three word, Ranma. That's all it takes.
No, Ranma isn't that forward. He isn't Kuno or Mousse. He need to have a plan. Think of it as a match instead of.... well, what it was.
Yes, this was a mere match and Akane was his opponent. He needed a trick way to her. A way that she didn't expect. Something that Ranma could pull off. Something that he was good at...
All at once, the idea snapped.
Before Ranma could bring his plan into action, a soft voice rang through his ears. It was Akane.
Ranma. I have to tell you something.
His head raised and he met her eyes. He took a deep breath, suddenly finding inspiration.
Akane, let me say something first.
She opened her mouth to protest but obviously decided against it.
You are uncute.
She took a step back, not knowing what to think. Ranma took another breath and went on.
You can't cook. You can't swim. You can't sew.
Akane still said nothing at all, just continued to stare into his eyes... into his soul.
You have almost no figure. Huge hips, thick legs and no chest.
Her eyes started to well with tears, none falling, just yet.
You know martial arts, but you still can't fight. I'm not really a girl and I look better than you.
Silence.
You have given me more injuries this past year than the average martial artist gets in his entire life.
One tear snaked down her cheek. Ranma almost thought to run away and never show her face again. But Ranma is no coward. Not when it comes to
Ukyo's cuter than you. Shampoo is sexier. And Kodachi... well, forget Kodachi...
If there's one thing a girl hates, it's to be compared to others.
You sleep with a pig. And your clothes look better on a monkey.
Akane was almost at the point of crying full out and running away when Ranma added.
The tears rolled down her cheek when she blinked at him. Her voice came out dry and pained.
And what, Ranma...?
Her tone almost made Ranma cry himself. But he couldn't. His goal was in sight.
And I love you, Akane.
Ranma paused at his last statement, partially for dramatic effect, are partially because he didn't know how Akane was going to react.
She looked at him, no longer crying but her face was still wet... She had a strange expression on her face. It reminded Ranma of when Akane had her hair chopped off, that life time ago... The same horridly shocked expression.
And anything mean I have ever said to you.... I didn't mean.
Akane stepped closer to him, as if controlled by some kind of other force. She placed her hands on his shoulders, almost making him jump.
I love you too, Ranma. She smiled, her face inching closer to his. And you are Forgiven.
Ranma nearly died. His line of vision travel down from her eyes and to her mouth...
Can I.... uh...
Akane smiled and brought him closer.
You bet. You Pervert.
And they kissed. For real. No Cat-fu, no play. Real.
The last thing that Ranma remembered seeing before he closed his eyes to full enjoy his accomplishment, was a bright flash.
A bright flash of a camera. A camera proudly wearing the label ©Nabiki Tendo, All rights reserved
The next morning, a picture was placed in the Kuno's mail box. It wasn't hard to guess which two martial artists occupied the photo.
Three word were scribbled on the back. A reminder to Tatewaki Kuno that he should always pay Nabiki back her money when she wants it. And to never, ever make her angry. Three wise words said it all.
Ha ha ha!
THE END...
OR IS IT?
