High in a tiny Tokyo shoe box apartment, Akane lifted her arms high up in the air as she shuffled her feet on a soft white carpet. Her eyes were somewhere far away, thinking of someone far away.
Parallel to Akane, across the room, sat Ranma. She was leaning against the wall, absorbed in every sensation she was seeing and hearing, and feeling.
Ranma's watched her dreamily, her blue eyes tracing over every arc and swirl the other girl made.
Why won't you just look at me?
Those words echoed loudly through Ranma's bones. She wanted to scream them at Akane, just to make her understand how she was feeling but instead, Ranma kept them tucked away and hidden.
Remaining silent.
She let the music on the radio overtake her mind as she watched Akane twirl.
Akane began to laugh, almost losing her balance and catching herself. Her eyes flittered towards Ranma, as she dizzily scuttled over to her. With her arms outstretched, with open palms she leered down at Ranma, a broad grin lit on Akane's face.
She was inviting Ranma to join her.
Even face to face, Ranma knew Akane wanted someone else, but she pushed down her sadness. She accepted Akane's hands and was pulled upwards. Their fingers laced together, as Ranma's body grew several degrees hotter.
Akane lead the way, spinning Ranma, pulling her closer as they were pressed chest to chest. Spinning and turning, a soft laugh bubbled from Ranma's lungs and burst out in the air growing loud and louder, her chest growing tighter and tighter like a vice.
Singing along to the words, the two of them were loud as the song reached the chorus.
Alone together, they could sing and dance all night and no one was going to stop them.
Ranma wish she could ask her to stay the night, but it was useless.
Akane had already made her decision, and there was nothing Ranma could do to change that stubborn tomboy's brain.
Once Akane had her sights set on something she would stop at nothing to see it realised. It was a quality Ranma loved about her, it was also the quality that made everything fall apart.
