Disclaimer: I do not own the rights for Ranma 1/2 or The Princess Bride (William Goldman). I am just borrowing the characters and plot, and am not using this for commercial use, but my own amusement. Please don't sue me hehe ;)
Akane's long black hair graced over her slender shoulders as she screamed, "Raaannnmaaaa, you jerk!!"
"Are you trying to kill me?" Ranma looked at the unappetizing block of rice before him, decorated with his broken chopstick gouged in the center. His right eye twitched slightly, and he gulped, "I think I'll pass. I ate lunch earlier." He was obviously lying because of his growling stomach.
"You can atleast try it!" Akane begged, but he still hesitated. "...FINE! Don't eat it! Starve for all I care!" Why can't I ever cook anything? I can't even make a simple pot of rice! She thought as the corner of her eyes began to water. She sniffled.
"Awww, geee Akane, don't cry," Ranma said as he picked up the slab of rice with the broken chopstick, and placed it close to his mouth. Oh man, she's trying to kill me... I better eat this. She tried so hard to make it... I hate it when she cries like this. His teeth ground into the crunchy pieces of rice that he put into his mouth. "Mmm... It's... good" Tears now welling up in his eyes from the horrid taste.
"Do--you really like it?" She looked into his eyes with hope.
"Yeah, Akane, it's... really good," Ranma stuttered.
"I'm so glad." She said happily.
"Thanks a lot Akane, but I gotta go and finish my work now."
"But, don't you-" she didn't have time to finish the sentence before he ran off, after only taking that one bite. "Ranma..." she whispered after him.
"Man, I'm starving." Ranma said to himself while resting Indian style upside down with his short black hair pressing into the wooden floor.
Ever since he was little, the Tendos took care of him because his dad left for China to train, and hasn't returned. It was his job to keep the house clean, plant the crops, and feed the animals until he came back for him. It was his way to pay rent. He often thought of going to China himself to search for his father, but was always pressured not to go because the Tendos needed his help. Plus, he didn't want to leave Akane. Although they would always be bickering, he had loved her the moment they laid eyes on each other. Akane was an only child, and a mere 17 years old. He couldn't possibly leave her now.
His stomach began to growl furiously, and he lost balance. He toppled over, but managed to smoothly fall into an actual sitting position rather then on his head.
"Ranma?" He heard Akane's voice at the closed door. She opened the door slightly to look inside, and saw a bare room lined with wooden floors, and bedding folded neatly beside the wall. Ranma could smell ramen noodles causing his mouth to water and stomach to growl.
"I know I don't cook very well, but my dad made this and told me to bring you some. He thought that you probably didn't eat very much today." She said while walking inside the room, and placing the bowl of noodles next to him.
Ranma, surprised that she hadn't started a fight, simply said, "thank you," and slobbered the food up in a second. Akane giggled at the sight, but sadly thought to herself, why doesn't he eat the food I make so fast? Am I really that bad a cook? Akane sighed, and got up to leave his room. Not wanting her to leave, he said the first thing that came to his mind. "Man Akane, I wish you could cook like this," he said innocently, not realizing the sarcasm in his voice.
Akane was furious, her eyes staring him down with a vengeance."I came here to give you some good food, and all you can do is make fun of my cooking? Ranma, you jerk! If my cooking's so bad, why don't you make your own food!" A table seemed to pop out of nowhere into her hands as she raised it above Ranma's head. Not believing he had said anything offensive, he successfully dodged Akane's first swing of the table, and somersaulted next to her. "Hey, now hold on Akane..." She swung the table at him again, but he still dodged. She was getting even more mad now that he wasn't allowing her to pummel him. Ranma, still oblivious to the remark he said before, was also becoming angry with Akane's table swinging. "Why would I want to eat food from an uncute tomboy like you anyway? I can make it better myself!" With that, Akane whacked him with the top of the table. "Jerk!" She left him there with the table on top of his head. "You're so uncute!" Ranma screamed after her.
A spark seemed to fly out of her ear when she heard him say that, and she got butterflies in her stomach. Her heart began to beat faster, "What did you say?" She asked. "I can make it better myself!" Ranma responded after miraculously recovering from the hit, and sitting calmly upright again. "No, I mean, after that," she said, "while you were underneath the table."
"That you're a tomboy?" he said.
She was becoming mad now, "after that!"
"What?" He asked.
"Idiot! Ranma, you don't even remember?" She questioned.
"You're so uncute, Akane!" The spark flew through her ear again at the statement, and she could feel her heart pounding, "how am I supposed to remember-"
"That was it!" She cut him off, and looked lovingly into his eyes.
"You're so uncute?" He asked, and he saw a spark fly through her ear. "Are you OK Akane?"
With that she just ran out of the room. She realized that, every time Ranma was saying "you're so uncute," he really meant "I love you."