Several hours, several of Nabiki's chores, and several emptied stashes of
savings later, Ranma found himself sitting on the roof, studying the
Polaroid photograph. As much as he hated Nabiki's camera and her horrible
sense of timing, he was pleased that his first real kiss with Akane had
been captured on film. She was so cute, her eyelashes resting softly on
her cheeks, her slender arms raised to hold her kissing partner close...
It was just too bad that the kissing partner was a voluptuous red-haired
girl and not her black-pig-tailed, martial artist fiancé.
That thought gave Ranma an idea. Slipping the Polaroid into his shirt, he walked on the roof until he was over Nabiki's window. He peeked over the edge; she had slept with her window opened. With all the stealth of a true master of the Anything Goes School of Martial Arts, he slipped into her room, grabbed the camera that always caused so much trouble, and was back on the roof again without a sound. He studied the camera in the moonlight and found what he was hoping he would find: a timer delay.
Camera in hand, he walked until he was over Akane's window. Akane's window was easy to find, as he had slipped into her room on several occasions to watch her sleep; thankfully, he was only rarely caught by the girl. Now that they had kissed and shared their feelings, him being in her room shouldn't be such a problem. Again moving silently, he entered her window, placed the camera on her desk, checking that it was facing Akane's bed, and set the timer delay.
He allowed himself a moment to watch her sleep. As much as he called her uncute, she had a beauty all of her own. So what if he was more shapely in his girl-form; Akane had a sweetness that attracted people to her, a kindness that most people didn't understand, and, most important to Ranma, she was real. What you see is what you get. Sure, she had her hidden complexities and mysteries, but she was painfully honest and perfectly innocent, which made her so refreshing when compared to the other girls that chased after him. They could be so manipulative, so false, seeing him as some sort of grand prize that they were sure they deserved... Akane wasn't like that, at all.
Actually, Akane only had one major flaw to her, if you ignored her violent temper, and that flaw was curled up against her belly, snoring in soft little piggy grunts and squeals: P-chan. He had been honor-bound to not reveal Ryoga's secret, but it still chafed him to know that the sense-of- direction-impaired umbrella-wielding boy had an open invitation to his Akane's bed! With absolutely no remorse, he picked up the little black annoyance and tossed him out the window into the pond.
Okay, now that that was taken care of...
Ranma returned to Akane's side, noting how her short dark hair fanned out on her pillow, how her soft pink lips were parted in sleep. He remembered kissing those lips, and wanted to kiss them again, this time as a man, and he wanted this other first kiss caught on film. He reached out towards the still-sleeping girl and brushed a lock of hair out of her face. She stirred, nuzzling her face into her pillow before stilling again. Ranma grinned and tried again, this time running one finger down her cheek, from just below her ear to the curve below her mouth. Her lips parted a bit more at the touch, and Ranma couldn't resist the invitation. He leaned forward and kissed her just as the flash went off.
***
THE END. Unless I get lots of requests for more, or unless I get really inspired. I think this is probably enough, though. After all, he got his male-type-Ranma kiss! And in case you're wondering, I don't think Akane will go all mallet-y on him, since she isn't as insecure about their relationship anymore, at least not since his little confession. :)
That thought gave Ranma an idea. Slipping the Polaroid into his shirt, he walked on the roof until he was over Nabiki's window. He peeked over the edge; she had slept with her window opened. With all the stealth of a true master of the Anything Goes School of Martial Arts, he slipped into her room, grabbed the camera that always caused so much trouble, and was back on the roof again without a sound. He studied the camera in the moonlight and found what he was hoping he would find: a timer delay.
Camera in hand, he walked until he was over Akane's window. Akane's window was easy to find, as he had slipped into her room on several occasions to watch her sleep; thankfully, he was only rarely caught by the girl. Now that they had kissed and shared their feelings, him being in her room shouldn't be such a problem. Again moving silently, he entered her window, placed the camera on her desk, checking that it was facing Akane's bed, and set the timer delay.
He allowed himself a moment to watch her sleep. As much as he called her uncute, she had a beauty all of her own. So what if he was more shapely in his girl-form; Akane had a sweetness that attracted people to her, a kindness that most people didn't understand, and, most important to Ranma, she was real. What you see is what you get. Sure, she had her hidden complexities and mysteries, but she was painfully honest and perfectly innocent, which made her so refreshing when compared to the other girls that chased after him. They could be so manipulative, so false, seeing him as some sort of grand prize that they were sure they deserved... Akane wasn't like that, at all.
Actually, Akane only had one major flaw to her, if you ignored her violent temper, and that flaw was curled up against her belly, snoring in soft little piggy grunts and squeals: P-chan. He had been honor-bound to not reveal Ryoga's secret, but it still chafed him to know that the sense-of- direction-impaired umbrella-wielding boy had an open invitation to his Akane's bed! With absolutely no remorse, he picked up the little black annoyance and tossed him out the window into the pond.
Okay, now that that was taken care of...
Ranma returned to Akane's side, noting how her short dark hair fanned out on her pillow, how her soft pink lips were parted in sleep. He remembered kissing those lips, and wanted to kiss them again, this time as a man, and he wanted this other first kiss caught on film. He reached out towards the still-sleeping girl and brushed a lock of hair out of her face. She stirred, nuzzling her face into her pillow before stilling again. Ranma grinned and tried again, this time running one finger down her cheek, from just below her ear to the curve below her mouth. Her lips parted a bit more at the touch, and Ranma couldn't resist the invitation. He leaned forward and kissed her just as the flash went off.
***
THE END. Unless I get lots of requests for more, or unless I get really inspired. I think this is probably enough, though. After all, he got his male-type-Ranma kiss! And in case you're wondering, I don't think Akane will go all mallet-y on him, since she isn't as insecure about their relationship anymore, at least not since his little confession. :)