Disclaimer: I don't own Ranma ½... and... aw forget it! Just read the story! (Reminder: This story contains hatred of the Americans. Please don't find this offensive.)

Information: This story contains sweetness and love between Ranma and Shampoo, at the time of Pearl Harbor.Their city is attacked, Shampoo is slowly dying from sickness, and Ranma is hidden away... protecting her.

(Kinda a song fic)

Escape From Death

Wo A Ni, Ranma Saotome... I love you



"Aiiyah!" Shampoo jumped out in front of Ranma. "Ranma? What you doing?" she asked with curious eyes. He sighed. "Walkin' Shampoo. I'm just walkin'.'' Ranma continued to get to his destination--wherever that was. "Shampoo walk with you?" Ranma nodded. "That is, if you feel safe.'' Shampoo smiled. "Of, course, Ranma." She got close, and looked into Ranma's blue eyes. "What wrong?" she asked."Well, it's the War.'' Ranma replied, silently.

The War was Pearl Harbor. They were getting closer and closer to bombing where Ranma and his family lived. The purple-haired girl laughed. "Shampoo no scared of War. Shampoo got Ranma to protect her." Ranma stopped. Shampoo stopped too. "Shampoo. I have a fiancee.' A fiancee' that's violent, maybe, but my fiancee'. I love Akane. I admitt it, I love her. I could change. I could just fall in love with Ukyo, Kodiachi, or maybe even you. But just not right now.'' Shampoo smiled. "Shampoo no care if Ranma love Shampoo or not. Shampoo love Ranma just because she do.''

That was a change. Usually, she would beg Ranma to marry her, but maybe it was the War that made her not feel this way. "Gee, Shampoo. I don't know what to say.'' Shampoo curled up on Ranma, putting her head on his chest, walking against the gentle, teasing wind. That was the first time that Ranma felt comfortable in this position. Not being embarrssed about Shampoo latching up on him. Just happy that he had someone who loved him for him not because he was a great Martial Artist, but because he had goodness in his heart, and Shampoo seemed to be the only one who'd noticed that.

They both sat down on a bench, and waited for the sun rise. It had been dark, and now the first few rays of the golden sun rose above the mountains far away.



Oh, sweet wind and sun,

Both living in harmony,

Wake up in the early morn,

As the angels sing to me.

I hold in my hand,

Goodness and love,

Flapping it's wings,

Free as a dove

Singing a happy song,

For everything is fine,

Living a perfect life,

My happiness... it's mine.



"Ranma?'' Shampoo said, after awhile. "Hmm?'' he replied, still looking at the sun. "Ranma, do you still hate Shampoo, because she sabotaged his Wedding?" Ranma looked at her. "Nope. Not anymore." Ranma grinned. "But Shampoo, why did you do it?" Shampoo looked on the ground. "When Shampoo heard Ranma get married by violent girl, Shampoo got very sad. She thought that if she make Wedding bad, he not want to marry her, and choose Shampoo instead." Ranma had never thought of that. She continued. "Shampoo not want to believe that Ranma no longer be fiancee' to Shampoo. She no stand thought not waking up to Ranma face. She probably marry stupid Mousse."

"You know, Shampoo, I--" Ranma was inturrupted by a thunderish sound, but much louder. It was heard by the two of them over and over and over. Ranma stood up. "Oh God, it's the War!'' he shouted. "C'mon Shampoo! We got to go!'' he grabbed her by the wrist, and together they fled, trying to find shelter. It was too far from home to go back.

It was hell.

Airplanes, flying around over the Japanese pig-tailed boy, and the Chinese purple-haired girl. They both ran until the loud rackett was far behind them. Out of breath, Ranma saw a small cave-looking dojo, covered in thick thrush. "Shampoo.'' he hissed, not wanting to be heard from anyone else but her. "Ranma?'' Shampoo blinked. She tip-toed beside Ranma. "Go! Get in!'' Shampoo crawled inside. Ranma hurried inside after her. He took a deep breath. "Damn, that was too close." he whispered. "Now we gotta figure out how we're get away-- alive."

"La La La La..." Shampoo hummed, and for some strange reason, was sewing. "SHAMPOO!" "What, Ranma?" "Can you tell me what your doin'?" he asked, annoyed. "Shampoo sewing." she said smiling. "AN' WHY?!" Ranma tried his best to hide the burning anger inside of him. "Shampoo make blanket, so she can keep Ranma warm at night. She no want him cold."

Ranma stared at her. No one-- NO ONE had done such a gracious offer. In the early past, Ranma had been so mad, and angry at Shampoo just because she had been stuggling to show him that she loved him, and how special he was to her.

"Thanks, Shampoo." Ranma smiled at Shampoo for awhile. "You very welcome." "Shampoo?" "Yes, Ranma?" "I'm real sorry, 'bout this...." "Don't worry, Ranma?" Shampoo said, knowing exactly what he was talking about. "But, I shoulda took you home. I wouldn't want you get hurt by those damn Americans." "You forget. Shampoo from Amazon Tribe. They no underestimate us." "I know, but--" Shampoo put her finger on Ranma's lips, quietly saying, "Shhhhh." You no need to worry, 'bout Shampoo."

It was still dark. Rain covered the ground. Even with the rays of the sun, the light hadn't reached the old dojo. The wind whipped through the green trees. Shampoo stood up. "Shampoo make Ranma food to eat. Sure hope you hungry!" Ranma twitched. "It's not like she's my wife." Ranma thought. As Shampoo stood busy, heating the ramen, she began to sneeze constantly. "Yo, Shampoo? You alright?" he looked at her with penatrating eyes, filled with concern. "Shampoo just fine, Ranma." she said, between coughs and wheezes. "Shampoo, maybe you should--" Ranma was inturruped by a loud thump.

Shampoo had fell to the ground.