' someone thinking
"someone talking
Just Another Project
Chapter 8
"What it it Akane-chan, do you not like my cooking?" asked Mousse while
he inspected his own plate.
"Hm? Oh, no Mu-mu-chan. You are a wonderful cook. I wish
I could cook like you." responded Akane as she looked at the steaming Chinese
food that Mousse had prepared for their picnic.
"Then what's wrong? Now that I look closely, you do seem kind of under
the weather. Maybe we should do this another time?" said Mousse as
he studied Akane's face.
"No, I'm fine." Akane replied.
"Are you sure your not sick?" said he.
"I'm sure." said Akane.
"If you aren't ill, then there is something troubling you. Perhaps
it has something to do with a certain pig-tailed martial artist who seemed
upset as he left the Dojo early in the morning?" said Mousse knowingly.
"Don't be ridiculous Mu-mu-chan." responded Akane as she looked back
at her plate.
"Shutting yourself off from your one and only Mu-mu-chan, Akane? Not
very nice if you ask me. I know you too well Akane-chan, no use in hiding
anything. Now tell Mu-mu-chan what's going on." demanded Mousse.
"I don't feel like talking about it." said Akane.
"Don't give me that, Akane-chan. You are obviously troubled and I can
help you." said Mousse. 'I think.....'
Akane's defenses crumbled. Her face suddenly took on a sad expression.
"Mu-mu-chan, I don't know what to do."
Mousse listened attentively as Akane told him what had happened between Ranma and her the night before.
"Akane, it's not like you to be so, well cold." said Mousse sternly.
"Hm? What do you mean?" Akane asked although she knew exactly what
he was referring to.
"Akane-chan..." Mousse sighed. "You know you didn't answer fully."
"He wasn't overly specific, you know." Akane said as she brought a
dim sum to her mouth.
"He's hurt. That wasn't the answer he expected." Mousse explained.
"So the little boy is hurt now? You know what I have been through
because of him, directly or indirectly. I've dealt with a lot more
heartache from him, the least he can do is let me explain what I meant."
Said Akane.
"Did you try?" Asked Mousse.
"Of course, but he completely ignored me." Replied Akane. She looked
at Mousse's serious expression and sighed. "Mu-mu-chan, I was only trying
to tease him, is it my fault he took it too seriously? I didn't think he
would shut off himself completely like that."
"Well, he did, and you should try to speak to him before this gets
out of hand." said Mousse and then he looked at his watch. "I better go,
I'm running late and I'm supposed to be helping Shampoo get the restaurant
ready for a bacherolette party."
Mousse stood up got helped Akane clean the picnic area before he turned to leave.
"So how is everything going on between Shampoo and yourself?" asked
Akane to a departing Mousse.
"Well, we aren't walking in a field of roses, but at least I'd like
to think we are on better terms than Ranma and you are at the current moment."
Said Mousse with a hint of a smile on his face.
"Jeez Mu-mu-chan, you always know just what to say." Said Akane
in an overly saccharine voice.
"I try." And with that Mousse left.
Akane's eyes followed him until he was out of the Tendo Dojo.
"Baka." Akane muttered angrily.
Akane turned to a part of the garden where Kasumi had left some gardening
supplies and seed packets. She took out a small notebook from one
of her pockets and carefully read what was written in it.
Day 7
Gardening
~0~
Mousse carefully arranged the tables for the party. It was the bride's party, and although he could expect some reasonable craziness, he was relieved it wasn't the groom's party. Those were not very enjoyable to clean after. The restaurant resembled the aftermath of a battle zone, with drunk men either pretending to be dead or running to the nearest bathroom/exit/ object that resembled a toilet or trash can.
He sighed and looked at Shampoo out of the corner of his eye. She was busy wiping tables. She was either lost in her own world or pretending to be for the sake of ignoring Mousse. Mousse sighed. He had told Akane that his relationship with Shampoo was not exactly on the rocky side, and that was mostly true. Shampoo wasn't avoiding him like Ranma was avoiding Akane, she just.... preferred not to be where she knew Mousse was at the current moment. As a matter of fact, she preferred to be very, very far away. Mousse sweat dropped and decided to leave that thought for later. He continued arranging the dishes on the tables.
Today shampoo just had to be next to him by the dried old mummy... er... that was, honored elder Cologne's order. Cologne always insisted that any special events in her restaurant went by flawlessly. Good for customers, she always said. So that was why she had told Shampoo and Mousse to clean and get the restaurant ready before any of the guests arrived.
Mousse sneaked another glance at Shampoo, who still seemed to be in
la-la land. He cleared his throat and decided to make light talk.
"Sooooooo, Shampoo, how have you been doing?"
Shampoo didn't even glance his way. "Good."
Well, that was light talk, Mousse guessed. Too light for his taste. He tried again, but much more directly this time. "Shampoo, are you upset with me? Have I done something to anger you?" He knew what he had done to anger her, or at least he hoped it was what he thought it was, but he wanted to hear what she had to say.
"Why would Shampoo be angry with Mousse? Duck-boy has right to do what Duck-boy wants. Shampoo no care what Duck-boy do." She sniffed arrogantly as she wiped the last table and left to get dressed in the Chinese dress she would be using that evening.
Mousse looked after her.
'That went well.'
After he finished arranging the tables, he too went to change for the
night.
~0~
Akane was furiously beating the earth with her hands, the gardening tools her sister had given her disregarded on the floor next to her. As She plummeted the floor she was angrily murmuring something, repeating it over and over like a mantra. Said phrase was usually something that vaguely resembled "Ranma you idiot!" or "Stupid duck-boy!"
Her blows slowed down eventually, as did her angry murmurs. By the time she stopped she was completely exhausted, both physically and mentally. The soil she had been beating was more than ready for her to plant the seeds. She ran her fingers through the soil while she thought about what she should plant. Flowers, for sure, but which? And some vegetables might be nice too.
She finished half an hour later and went to the bathroom to take a bath. After she rinsed herself she went into the furo and laid down lost in thought. The gardening had helped vent her anger, yet even with all her anger gone she was still lost as to what she should do. Mousse had not been much help either.
Akane relaxed in the furo, idly thinking about her options and what she should do. She had to talk to Ranma, that was for sure. But how was she supposed to talk to him when she had absolutely no idea where he was? And if she found him, what would she say to him?
'I guess I should let the words just come to me at the appropriate time.' She thought. She suddenly felt like seeing Mousse. She knew he was not going to be much help, and that he was working, but maybe she could just talk to him for a little while.
Akane got out of the furo and went into her room to change into a simple
yet elegant red dress Mousse had helped her pick out on their little joy
trip to the mall, the words of Mousse saying something about a party vaguely
swimming in her mind. The dress had a Chinese print and she though
it would be very fitting if she actually went in to talk to Mousse.
She brushed her hair, put on some light make up and, after a small trip
to the kitchen to tell Kasumi where she was going, Akane went out
the door.
~0~
Ranma was sitting on top of an old abandoned shrine. He knew that by avoiding Akane he would solve nothing, yet he couldn't bring himself to face her. The words she had said the night before replayed over and over again in his mind. He had no idea why him own mind wanted him to remember their little chat the night before, and he was even more clue less as to why those words had hurt him so deeply. He cared about her, he knew that much and telling himself that it wasn't true would make him even more of an idiot than the sorry excuse of a father he had. Love, however, was a mystery. Did he love her? He really didn't know that much and he was sure that even if he did he wasn't ready to accept it yet.
It came down to one thing- He cared about Akane, but he didn't know if he loved her. It hurt him deeply to think that Akane would choose the duck-boy over him but Ranma didn't feel it was right for him to interfere. Sure, he had always tried to get in the way of any blossoming relationship between Akane and another guy, but this time it was different. Akane herself had admitted she liked Mousse and Ranma couldn't bring himself to ruin their relationship. Why? well, because Ranma simply wasn't sure how much he actually cared for Akane, and it would have been cruel of him to destroy a relationship between her and Mousse. What if he did take Akane away from Mousse, only to find later that what he felt for Akane wasn't love? He would have destroyed something that could have been great for his own selfish reasons. He would have hurt Akane immensely for nothing. He might not have known if he really loved Akane, but he certainly cared for her too much to hurt her.
He finally came to a decision. He would leave the Dojo on a training
trip for a while. A long while. Enough time for his
heart not to ache at the mere idea of Akane and Mousse together.
He would do so tonight when everyone was asleep. He could not face Akane
at the current moment, and it was better if he just left quietly.
Better for both of them.
~0~
Mousse was slowly but surely going insane. This bacherolette party was not what he had been expecting. The women were all acting incredibly psycho. He jumped as he felt yet another hand pinching his butt. He turned around and tried to find the culprit, but unfortunately there were just way too many women to know who had done it. He had hated his butt being pinched as Mu Ling and he was not appreciating the groping hands now.
It probably didn't help that Cologne had given him a set of Chinese clothes to wear that, combined with his new look, made him look quite dashing, if he said so himself. He was wearing a black with red print long sleeved chinese shirt that clung to his muscular torso and baggy pants. His hair was pulled back in a low ponytail and his aqua eyes, no longer hidden by thick glasses, stood out.
All the women in the room were definitely charmed by the unbelievably handsome, yet shy babe of a waiter. They were less charmed by the beautiful purple haired waitress in the short pink chinese dress. Well, most of them, except for the occasional lesbian or bisexual. Regardless, the majority of the attention was focused on Mousse.
Mousse made a quick dash for the kitchen and stood there breathing furiously, trying to get his breath back. That was when he heard Akane.
"Well, well. It seems you are not doing so well, Mu-mu-chan."
She said with a laugh.
He looked at Akane with scared eyes. "I've seen hell in the form of
a group of sex starved females!!!"
Akane laughed and patted Mousse on the back. "There, there Mu-mu-chan,
you are safe now."
Cologne came into the kitchen with a pile of dirty dishes. "You are supposed to be working Mousse." She regarded Akane and smiled while she put the dishes in the dishwasher. "It seems you brought help, all too good, considering the amount of work we have to do, and Akane seems properly dressed for the occasion. We are currently on the second dish of the meal, so you can start by taking out those dishes child." She said gesturing to a mammoth amount of plates stacked on the counter. She took some herself and left before Akane or Mousse could answer.
Mousse and Akane looked at each other.
"Can I make a run for it?" Asked Akane.
"Don't advise you to do it. You know Cologne." Said Mousse as he shook
his head.
Shampoo came into the kitchen and seemed surprised to find Akane inside.
"What Violent Tomboy doing here?" She asked.
"Nice to see you too, Shampoo." Replied Akane calmly.
The three teenagers winced when they heard Cologne call for Mousse in
a not-too-nice way. Mousse quickly grabbed some dishes and ran out
of the kitchen, leaving the two startled yet amused girls in the kitchen.
Akane turned to see Shampoo's confused eyes and briefly explained that
Cologne had volunteered her as a waitress. Shampoo nodded and
grabbed some dishes. She waited for Akane to grab some and then they
both quietly walked out of the room.
~0~
Akane was freaked out to say at the least. Shampoo was acting
very strange. Usually she would have started insulting Akane long
ago, and would have shoved the fact that she had a much more developed
body in Akane's face. But strangely enough, she was calm, quiet and
almost courteous. She was nothing like the annoying bimbo Akane viewed
her as. Akane had no idea as to why Shampoo was acting like that,
but whatever it was it was good in Akane's eyes.
Mousse was looking at Akane and Shampoo. It was rather weird to see them together in a room without fighting. The fact that Ranma was not in the room could have had something to do with it, but somehow Mousse didn't think that it was the lack of Ranma that caused this sudden change in attitude. Something had changed.... and Mousse had the feeling it had been all of them.
Shampoo knew she was acting out of the ordinary and that both Mousse and Akane were startled. Why this sudden change? It had a lot to do with Akane's and Mousse's newfound relationship. Shampoo had always felt that Akane was a threat to her, but not an important one. Sure, Ranma liked her, she could see that, but Akane was not as beautiful or talented in any aspect as Shampoo was, and Akane's relationship with Ranma was a rocky one. Shampoo had assumed that eventually Ranma would see who was the best choice and choose Shampoo over everyone.
But then Mousse had began to follow Akane. He was always with
her and even if they weren't together he would always mention something
about her in his conversations. In fact, the night before he had
gone out with Akane somewhere and did not return until it was nearly dawn.
He followed Akane like he was her shadow and truthfully, this had unbalanced
Shampoo greatly. Mousse had been obsessed over Shampoo for a long time,
but suddenly she had been replaced by the one she considered a flat-chested
violent tomboy. Just by looking at them joke around, the way they seemed
at ease with each other, it was driving Shampoo mad. She had no idea
why she should care about what the Duck-boy did in his spare time, but
it obviously bothered her. Shampoo could see that Akane had quite a bit
of influence over Mousse and she didn't want to think of what would happen
if Akane convinced Mousse to move out of the restaurant. For now, Akane
was much more powerful than Shampoo when it came to Mousse, and Shampoo
for the first time in her life felt she had to begin to treat Akane with
more respect.
~0~
Akane laughed quietly as she saw the women in the party flirt shamelessly with Mousse. Some were actually rather forward (or drunk) and they clung to him as if there was no tomorrow. Mousse looked utterly terrified, Cologne looked amused, and Shampoo looked somewhat angry. Akane could guess why. Even if Shampoo pretended to not care for Mousse, something in her eyes gave her away.
Suddenly Akane realized that some of the women had pushed Mousse on top of one of the tables while they ordered the DJ to play some Techno music, and a disco ball came out from somewhere. Akane briefly wondered where all the flashing lights had come from while she realized what was going on. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw the women clap and ask Mousse to undress. Shampoo had a rather comical shocked expression on her face. Mousse was desperately trying to keep his clothes on and looked over to Cologne, expecting her to put a stop to it. Cologne was utterly amused. She asked the ladies to back off in a commanding tone, and most did so. Then she looked over to Mousse smiling a frightening smile, and she murmured something in his ear. Mousse began to scream loudly and tried to run away, but was stopped by Cologne. She murmured something else to him and he stopped fighting immediately, looking defeated. Then Cologne called Akane over.
Akane seriously considered ignoring Cologne and running for her life, but she couldn't leave Mousse alone. Plus, whatever happened, it was going to be interesting.
"Yes Cologne?" Akane asked.
"I need you to help Mousse with this," Looking at Akane's worried expression
she quickly added "For emotional support."
Akane didn't look too sure, but then she saw that Mousse was nodding, so she agreed.
"Why did you accept?" She asked Mousse when he was within hearing distance.
"She offered me something I couldn't refuse." He answered.
"A cure for your curse? Shampoo's hand in marriage? A new invincible
Technique?" Akane listed off.
"I wish. She just offered me a raise." He said.
"A raise? That's it?" Akane looked at Mousse unimpressed.
"She's doubling my paycheck." He said with a smirk, which turned into
a frown immediately. "If I manage to live through this..."
That was when women started to shout impatiently and Mousse stood up, completely at a loss.
"Mousse! Dance!" Said Akane.
Mousse did as Akane told him and he nervously began to dance. After a while his movements became more relaxed, and he didn't seem so scared. He paid attention to everything Akane told him, and tried to follow her instructions as well as he could. Akane seemed to know what she was doing and Mousse made a metal note to ask where she had learned it.
Akane was having fun. She had wanted to make Mousse pay for the little incident with the Italian Mafia, and lo and behold! The perfect opportunity! She snuck a glance at Shampoo, and saw the Amazon's eyes following Mousse's movements as attentively as the other women (or more, is that was possible.) Shampoo caught Akane watching her and she looked somewhere else quickly, pretending to be picking up the dirty dishes. Akane smiled and told Mousse to take his shirt off. The women began to whistle and cat-call loudly. Akane saw Shampoo quickly look back at Mousse when she heard the commotion. Akane smiled knowingly and went back to instructing mousse what to do.
When Akane looked back at Shampoo a while later she saw the Amazon still
watching Mousse carefully, the dirty dishes forgotten in a table.
~0~
Akane was back home finally. It had been an interesting day, no doubt about it.
After Mousse's performance Akane and Shampoo had to push back a crowd of women who had wanted the show to be a Full Monty. Mousse had ran out of the room and locked himself in the bathroom. He refused to open the door until Akane assured him the women were gone. She handed Mousse his discarded clothing and looked at Mousse's semi naked form in appreciation.
Mousse blushed. "What, you too?"
Akane laughed. "No Mu-mu-chan. I think of you as a friend
too much for something like that. I am simply admiring the view."
"Well, you can admire something else." He snapped as he began to
dress.
Akane pouted cutely. "Now, now, be a nice boy Mu-mu-chan. Or else
I won't tell you about a certain purple haired Chinese Amazon who was quite
busy looking at you during your performance."
Mousse froze completely. "What?"
"Well, all I can say is that Shampoo seemed very interested in your
er... new dance style." Said Akane.
"Seriously? What did she do? Did she say anything?" Mousse asked
immediately.
"Hey! Slow down boy! She didn't say anything. All she did
was watch you very intently." Akane told him as she looked at her watch.
"Shoot, it's late. I have to go home now, we'll talk tomorrow, k?"
"Sure, I'll go to the Dojo tomorrow. I have the day off." Said Mousse
as he walked her to the door.
"Thanks Mu-mu-chan. I'll be expecting you." Said Akane as she went
out the door.
~0~
Ranma was packing what he would take with him on the training trip quietly so that his snoring father wouldn't wake up. He wasn't packing much, just clothes, food, a tent, sleeping bag, etc. The basics. He knew from experience that taking more than what was needed would only slow him down. He decided to allow himself a small luxury by taking a box he had hidden in the room. The small box contained pictures (some of a certain girl with hair of a midnight-blue shade) a lock of hair, some ancient scrolls and other things.
When he finished packing he walked to the window and jumped outside. He looked back at Akane's room sadly. He had left a note to the whole family just saying that he would be going in a training trip. He didn't feel like going into detail. He turned and headed towards the gate.
"Good bye Tendo Dojo."
~0~
Akane opened the gate to the Tendo Dojo. She walked towards the house, but she stopped by the Koi pond. It was a beautiful night, complete with a nearly full moon that reflected on the pond, with the occasional stirring of the water caused by a Koi. She stood a moment there breathless, taking in the beautiful scene. It was moments like this that reminded her of how beautiful nature was. Sometimes when the pressure of a life with Ranma nearly overpowered her, she would find herself staring at nature mesmerized. It didn't make her problems go away, no, but it did take away the feeling of impotence, of not being able to put a stop to her problems. Nature in it's infinite knowledge gave her the answers and the courage to keep on going.
Akane was suddenly startled by a figure jumping out of a window. Ranma's window to be exact. From past experience Akane knew it could be anyone ranging from revenge-driven enemies to love-sick fiancees. She walked cautiously towards the figure, trying to stay in the darkness. She was surprised to see that it was actually Ranma, and that he was carrying his backpack. She frowned as she began to figure out what was happening. She walked towards him quickly.
"Good bye Tendo Dojo." He muttered.
"What are you doing? "Akane asked.
Ranma turned abruptly. "Akane?" He had been thinking about what
he was doing do intently he didn't hear Akane's footsteps.
"What are you doing?" She repeated.
"I'm leaving." he said as though it was the most obvious thing in the
world.
"I know that, but why?" Asked Akane again. If it was because
of the other night.....
Ranma bowed his head and was silent for a while. When he looked at Akane
again he had a sad expression on his face.
It was what she had said the night before. Akane breathed deeply
and decided that it was time for the truth, no games, no lies, only the
truth.
"Because I said I liked Mousse." It was a statement, not a question.
"No..." Ranma said, but he looked away again.
"Ranma..." Akane pleaded.
Ranma looked back at Akane. He guessed she deserved this much. "Yeah.
It was that." He looked at the Koi pond and continued. "Akane, I won't
lie. I care for you a lot, much more than for the others, except
for Ucchan, but that feels different. You stir something in me that
no one else does, but is it love? I don't know if it runs that deep.
Mousse seems to really like you, and he treats you well.." He remembered
that time he saw Mousse dressed in woman's clothes as he hugged Akane.
"I think.... and you admitted you like him too. I don't want to be
the one that separates you two. If you break up, it will be because of
your own reasons, not because of a jealous guy that insults you all the
time. But still I don't think I could stand watching you and Mousse together,
and even if I could, I wouldn't want to. That's why I'm leaving." He finished,
still looking at the pond.
Akane took it all in. She looked at the pond also. So... he liked her, but didn't know if he loved her. It was all right, she guessed, after all, she wasn't sure if she loved him either. But he was leaving because he thought she was in love with Mousse. Akane knew that she had to choose her words carefully. She stared at the moon's reflection and gathered all her thoughts and courage. She looked back at Ranma, who was still watching the pond.
"Ranma, remember what you asked me yesterday?" Said Akane.
"Yes. I asked if you liked Mousse." Said Ranma puzzled.
"I do like Mousse. He has been there for me, I trust him. I would put
my life in his hands without a second's doubt. He has proven himself to
be a wonderful, caring person and I'm glad to be able to say I'm his friend.
Mousse has grown to be an essential part of my life, and I feel that if
he should leave a part of me will leave with him. Mousse is a very
important person to me. I hope you understand that." Akane said watching
Ranma intently.
Ranma felt something horrible in his heart, a harsh pain of the likes he had never felt before. He felt as though in any moment Akane's words would be too much to bear and he would break down and cry like a child. He wanted to get out as soon as possible and he made a leave towards the gate, but Akane's hand on his arm stopped him.
"Ranma, let me finish please." Akane said with her voice wavering. She
knew she sounded cruel, but this was important. She wanted no more lies.
Ranma really wanted to leave, but he couldn't stand to see her cry,
even now. He stopped, but still wouldn't look at her.
"Thank you." She whispered, then continued, this time her voice didn't
waver. "Ranma, you asked if I liked Mousse. Yes, I do. But you asked the
wrong question. That's not the question you really wanted to ask,
or should ask."
"Then which is it?" Said Ranma, his voice barely above a whisper.
Akane smiled through her tears. "Do I like you, Ranma Saotome?"
"Do you?" Asked Ranma, this time a whisper.
Akane's tears ran down freely by now. "Yes, I do. Very much. Like Mousse,
if not more, but in a different way."
Ranma turned to look at her in the eyes for the first time during their conversation and Akane held his face in her hands.
"Ranma, Mousse is a friend. My best friend, but nothing more than that. You see, Mousse and I couldn't be in love, our friendship runs far too deep for that. And even if we wanted to be in that kind of relationship, we simply couldn't. Both our hearts belong to other people. His to Shampoo, and mine..." She stood on her toes and brought her lips close to his, almost touching, but not quite. She could feel his breath mingle with hers. "Mine... to you." She said in a husky whisper and then kissed him lightly. She separated her lips from Ranma's and looked straight into his eyes. "Ranma, I don't know if I love you either, but if you are willing, I would be interested in finding out. Aside from the engagement, our parents, fiancees and suitors. No false promises, no pressure, no lies." She smiled calmly and turned towards the house. "If you are here in the morning, I will take that as a yes." She walked to the house.
Ranma looked at Akane's retreating back and held his hand to his lips.
He could still feel Akane's breath, he could still smell her gentle scent.
He looked at the moon reflected in the Koi pond, smiled and began to walk.
~0~
Ranma ate his breakfast the next morning in the Tendo Dojo.
Next to a smiling Akane.
~@~
HEYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is the pre-proof-read (is that even a word?) version of this chapter. As of right now, only one of my wonderful proof-readers ,Shampoo-chan, was able to proof-read the story. Hell Spawn, is very busy and unable to send it back to me, and Ranma-chan is not answering my e-mails (I dunno why...) I will be moving soon (Again... I seem to do so every year, at least this time I didn't have to go to another country) and I want to post this before that. I'll put up the proof-read version as soon as Hell-Spawn sends it and I'm able to. Consider the fact that I'm a busy girl, k? Between Intensive French classes at the IFAL here in Mexico City, school, ninjitsu classes and the unbelievably twisted turns and twists of mockery that we call life (Well, I call life....) I feel rather lost. Plus I DO have a life, not a very good one, but a life nonetheless (Gee.. aren't I all happy and cheerful today...)
I have to thank my proof readers, for they r wonderful, patient ppl who r willing to help a poor, strugling girl (ME!) The gardening idea in this chapt. was one I used, so I don't really have anyone to thank (well, maybe this one lady who told me it a couple of years ago in a Al-Anon meeting I went to for a school project. I swear those ppl were the most truthful u will come across. I learned quite a bit from them.) I must thank u readers too, b/c seriously I do love writing, but without a crowd to read and review I don't feel inspired.
I ask those of u who might have a tad of pity for this sad, sad excuse of a writer to review. U KNOW I'm capable of begging, hell, I can do it non-stop. I am THAT pathetic...
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1) This will be Akane/Ranma. I'm sure I stated that b4, but I got some reviews which made me think I didn't state it well enough. I will now. THIS WILL BE AN AKANE / RANMA FIC!!!!! (I wasn't upset at the reviews, actually, I just don't want ppl to hope for something that won't happen.)
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