When You're A Fool In Love
A short fic Ranma's first 'date' with Akane…pure sweetness, R+A mush, and humour!
Yeah, yeah. Yatta, yatta, yatta…I do not own Ranma ½. When will you get it through your thick skulls? On with the story.
"Ranma!"
Akane ran to catch up with me as I turned the corner toward the Tendo Dojo, my mind set on the several letters that I had received that morning, remembering the lilac-scented one that could only be from Kuno. He'd made it a point to harass his beloved pig-tailed girl with an onslaught of horribly scented letters, which I imagined had been sealed especially with his love. I shuddered at the horrendous thought and tried to push Kuno as far out of my mind as possible.
Shifting my backpack from one shoulder to the other I paused as Akane drew alongside me, and I resumed my walk toward home. Even if I was famous for my stupidity and tactlessness, I could tell that Akane was not a happy camper on this particular day, and I refrained from giving her my traditional 'uncute tomboy' remark. I could provoke her later, but right now she looked capable of homicide so I kept my mouth shut and jumped lightly onto the wire fence, making sure to keep my distance from her. Believe me, you would not want to get close to Akane Tendo if she looked the way she did. Steam was practically gushing out of her nose like a wild bull about to attack a piece of red cloth. Looking down, I realized I'd picked the wrong colour for my shirt today. Red.
Pushing the thoughts to the back of my mind, of Akane rushing toward me wildly, aiming at my scarlet shirt, I slowed down a little so that I was walking a slight amount of steps behind her. Akane hardly noticed as she clenched her fist and began ranting and raving about whatever had made her so upset.
"Can you imagine?" she fumed, her eyes flashing angrily. I tried to look innocent, wondering if whatever she was furious over had something to do with me. "The old pervert found his way into the girl's changing rooms again!"
Actually, in answer to Akane's earlier rhetorical question, yes, I could imagine that. Akane looked disgusted. "I mean, he's practically a hundred…and he still goes after sixteen-year-old girls! It's sick…it's disgusting…it's…it's…"
She was at a loss for words, which was a rare case since I had never lived through a day without her going on and on about one thing or another.
"It's Happosai," I finished for her. "He's never gonna change."
I, myself, had tried to end his distasteful ways, only to find myself weaker than a certain black pig, who should remain nameless but begins with Ryoga and ends with Hibiki. (AN: sry, Ryoga lovers. I mean, our little porky friend ain't bad…I just hate him interfering with Ranma and Akane!)
I'd gotten a little wiser since then, and was now plotting my revenge carefully and with caution.
We walked on in silence, neither of us throwing the other any smart-a$$ remarks, for a change. Glancing at Akane from the corner of my eye, she seemed to have calmed down a little. I frowned, noticing that her hair had grown a bit since her last haircut and I wondered whether she just hadn't noticed, or if she really hadn't gotten over Dr. Tofu, after all. Deciding to put it to the test, I opened my big mouth, getting information from her the only way possible.
"Hey, Akane," I said. She stopped and turned to face me with a questioning look in her dark eyes. "Your hair's getting a little long, don'tcha think? If you're not careful you're gonna start acting like a girl, instead of your usual uncute tomboy self." I sniggered a little as Akane's wrath returned, knocking me off the fence and into the water below with an unexpected blow to my shins. (AN: don't ask how, if he was on the fence and if she was on the ground. Maybe she jumped up. I dunno…)
Talk about adding insult to injury. Shaking my now-reddish hair out of my eyes, I noted my sudden baggage with an air of distaste, and limped after her. So much for calming down a little.
~ * ~ * ~
If Akane and I had lived in totally separate houses, maybe there would have been some point to running off like she did, but since we both lived under the same roof, and basically ran into each other non-stop, I really didn't see why she'd gone dashing away, as if she could get away from me forever.
Nevertheless, I felt some guilt as I recalled how hurt her eyes had looked, but I shrugged the feeling away. If I didn't keep her at a distance, our families would think we were ready for marriage, and frankly, I wasn't really ready for that.
I strolled inside the house, tossing my backpack to the floor as I made my way to my room, deciding to open my letters in privacy. Guessing that Akane was either in her room, or venting out all her anger on an unfortunate stack of cement blocks, this was the perfect time to read them. I didn't exactly want everybody up-to-date with my private life.
I produced my letters from under my shirt, and opened the first one at the top of the pile. Just as I had guessed, the weird-smelling envelope //had\\ been from Kuno. "Oh, happy day," I muttered scanning the contents of the nauseating letter.
My beloved pig-tailed girl,
I request your company at The Lucky Dragon's Restaurant at five pm on the morrow. I cannot bear to think what that wretched Ranma Saotome has done to such a fair lady as you, and it pains me to know that you bear the same name as the evil tormentor of women…
The rest of the note seemed to go on about how he, Tatewaki Kuno, Blue Thunder of Furinkan High was the most popular and handsome man in the history of mankind. Like I said before – nauseating.
The rest of my letters //had\\ to be better than this. Tearing open the envelope, I realized I was wrong.
Dear Ranma,
My love, let us meet at the Lucky Dragon's Restaurant where we will venture our sweet affection for each other…hohohohohohohohohohoho!
Your beautiful bride-to-be,
Kodachi.
"Yeah, Merry Christmas to you too, Santa Claus," I muttered, cringing at the thought of Kodachi's horrible laughter. I couldn't really blame them for both being pathetic. I guess it ran in the family. With a sigh I chucked both letters aside and resumed the brave feat of reading the contents of each letter.
The third envelope proved to be of at least some interest to me, although it seemed more amusing than worthwhile.
Curse you, Ranma Saotome!
I will meet you at the back of the Lucky Dragon's Restaurant on Friday evening at exactly ten past five. Be there or die!
It was obvious where that one had come from. Obviously, I'd be expecting a visit from my little porky buddy. And Akane would be pleased that P-chan had miraculously returned from one of his many adventures.
"Well, aren't I Mr. Popular?" I said sarcastically. "And it seems like pathitc minds //do\\ think alike. All three picked the same location //and\\ time."
(AN: coincidence, I think not!) I scanned the last of the envelopes with suspicion. If it was anything like the first three, then it would be better to throw it away now, but for some reason the light blue stationary seemed to hold me captive, and I tore open the envelope to reveal a plain white sheet with neat, carefully printed handwriting.
If you ever wanna see Mr. Fuzzy Bunny (AN: okay, so I stole the idea from the Simpsons. I don't own it. Big deal) again, meet me at the Lucky Dragon's Restaurant at exactly five o clock tomorrow evening. Look for a cute //girl\\ with a violet dress and a white rose in her hair.
Remember…be there or Mr. Fuzzy Bunny gets it. The clock is ticking.
I felt my face go pale as if I'd seen a thousand cats heading in my direction, and I gulped, horrified. Mr. Fuzzy Bunny! My little childhood friend, whom I secretly carried around with me to school. //Nobody\\ knew about Mr. Fuzzy Bunny! And here this girl was, threatening to sacrifice my poor bunny's head just to go out on…on a date…with me! Reality hit, and I gulped again.
I had never, ever been the I'll-pick-you-up-at-seven type. Yet, if I ever wanted to save my poor stuffed friend, I'd have to grin and bear it. Hopefully, this girl would deem me too unbearable the first five minutes to bother about the rest of the so-called date. I couldn't believe it! Blackmail!
~ * ~ * ~
"Are you okay?" Akane peered at me with some concern as I gripped my bowl apprehensively. She'd worked off most of her anger that afternoon. "You look like someone died or something."
I forced a small smile and nodded.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Uh huh…nothing wrong with me. No sick person threatening to cut off Mr. Fuzzy Bunny's head just to go on a date with me. Nooo way. Nothing's wrong. That's right. I'm just fine! Peachy keen! Hunky-dory…"
Akane gave me a strange look but didn't say anything.
Lucky for me, I wasn't the type to blurt out anything at the dinner table.
~ * ~ * ~
Well, there's the first chapter. Next chapter up soon. In the meantime, R + R plz.!
A short fic Ranma's first 'date' with Akane…pure sweetness, R+A mush, and humour!
Yeah, yeah. Yatta, yatta, yatta…I do not own Ranma ½. When will you get it through your thick skulls? On with the story.
"Ranma!"
Akane ran to catch up with me as I turned the corner toward the Tendo Dojo, my mind set on the several letters that I had received that morning, remembering the lilac-scented one that could only be from Kuno. He'd made it a point to harass his beloved pig-tailed girl with an onslaught of horribly scented letters, which I imagined had been sealed especially with his love. I shuddered at the horrendous thought and tried to push Kuno as far out of my mind as possible.
Shifting my backpack from one shoulder to the other I paused as Akane drew alongside me, and I resumed my walk toward home. Even if I was famous for my stupidity and tactlessness, I could tell that Akane was not a happy camper on this particular day, and I refrained from giving her my traditional 'uncute tomboy' remark. I could provoke her later, but right now she looked capable of homicide so I kept my mouth shut and jumped lightly onto the wire fence, making sure to keep my distance from her. Believe me, you would not want to get close to Akane Tendo if she looked the way she did. Steam was practically gushing out of her nose like a wild bull about to attack a piece of red cloth. Looking down, I realized I'd picked the wrong colour for my shirt today. Red.
Pushing the thoughts to the back of my mind, of Akane rushing toward me wildly, aiming at my scarlet shirt, I slowed down a little so that I was walking a slight amount of steps behind her. Akane hardly noticed as she clenched her fist and began ranting and raving about whatever had made her so upset.
"Can you imagine?" she fumed, her eyes flashing angrily. I tried to look innocent, wondering if whatever she was furious over had something to do with me. "The old pervert found his way into the girl's changing rooms again!"
Actually, in answer to Akane's earlier rhetorical question, yes, I could imagine that. Akane looked disgusted. "I mean, he's practically a hundred…and he still goes after sixteen-year-old girls! It's sick…it's disgusting…it's…it's…"
She was at a loss for words, which was a rare case since I had never lived through a day without her going on and on about one thing or another.
"It's Happosai," I finished for her. "He's never gonna change."
I, myself, had tried to end his distasteful ways, only to find myself weaker than a certain black pig, who should remain nameless but begins with Ryoga and ends with Hibiki. (AN: sry, Ryoga lovers. I mean, our little porky friend ain't bad…I just hate him interfering with Ranma and Akane!)
I'd gotten a little wiser since then, and was now plotting my revenge carefully and with caution.
We walked on in silence, neither of us throwing the other any smart-a$$ remarks, for a change. Glancing at Akane from the corner of my eye, she seemed to have calmed down a little. I frowned, noticing that her hair had grown a bit since her last haircut and I wondered whether she just hadn't noticed, or if she really hadn't gotten over Dr. Tofu, after all. Deciding to put it to the test, I opened my big mouth, getting information from her the only way possible.
"Hey, Akane," I said. She stopped and turned to face me with a questioning look in her dark eyes. "Your hair's getting a little long, don'tcha think? If you're not careful you're gonna start acting like a girl, instead of your usual uncute tomboy self." I sniggered a little as Akane's wrath returned, knocking me off the fence and into the water below with an unexpected blow to my shins. (AN: don't ask how, if he was on the fence and if she was on the ground. Maybe she jumped up. I dunno…)
Talk about adding insult to injury. Shaking my now-reddish hair out of my eyes, I noted my sudden baggage with an air of distaste, and limped after her. So much for calming down a little.
~ * ~ * ~
If Akane and I had lived in totally separate houses, maybe there would have been some point to running off like she did, but since we both lived under the same roof, and basically ran into each other non-stop, I really didn't see why she'd gone dashing away, as if she could get away from me forever.
Nevertheless, I felt some guilt as I recalled how hurt her eyes had looked, but I shrugged the feeling away. If I didn't keep her at a distance, our families would think we were ready for marriage, and frankly, I wasn't really ready for that.
I strolled inside the house, tossing my backpack to the floor as I made my way to my room, deciding to open my letters in privacy. Guessing that Akane was either in her room, or venting out all her anger on an unfortunate stack of cement blocks, this was the perfect time to read them. I didn't exactly want everybody up-to-date with my private life.
I produced my letters from under my shirt, and opened the first one at the top of the pile. Just as I had guessed, the weird-smelling envelope //had\\ been from Kuno. "Oh, happy day," I muttered scanning the contents of the nauseating letter.
My beloved pig-tailed girl,
I request your company at The Lucky Dragon's Restaurant at five pm on the morrow. I cannot bear to think what that wretched Ranma Saotome has done to such a fair lady as you, and it pains me to know that you bear the same name as the evil tormentor of women…
The rest of the note seemed to go on about how he, Tatewaki Kuno, Blue Thunder of Furinkan High was the most popular and handsome man in the history of mankind. Like I said before – nauseating.
The rest of my letters //had\\ to be better than this. Tearing open the envelope, I realized I was wrong.
Dear Ranma,
My love, let us meet at the Lucky Dragon's Restaurant where we will venture our sweet affection for each other…hohohohohohohohohohoho!
Your beautiful bride-to-be,
Kodachi.
"Yeah, Merry Christmas to you too, Santa Claus," I muttered, cringing at the thought of Kodachi's horrible laughter. I couldn't really blame them for both being pathetic. I guess it ran in the family. With a sigh I chucked both letters aside and resumed the brave feat of reading the contents of each letter.
The third envelope proved to be of at least some interest to me, although it seemed more amusing than worthwhile.
Curse you, Ranma Saotome!
I will meet you at the back of the Lucky Dragon's Restaurant on Friday evening at exactly ten past five. Be there or die!
It was obvious where that one had come from. Obviously, I'd be expecting a visit from my little porky buddy. And Akane would be pleased that P-chan had miraculously returned from one of his many adventures.
"Well, aren't I Mr. Popular?" I said sarcastically. "And it seems like pathitc minds //do\\ think alike. All three picked the same location //and\\ time."
(AN: coincidence, I think not!) I scanned the last of the envelopes with suspicion. If it was anything like the first three, then it would be better to throw it away now, but for some reason the light blue stationary seemed to hold me captive, and I tore open the envelope to reveal a plain white sheet with neat, carefully printed handwriting.
If you ever wanna see Mr. Fuzzy Bunny (AN: okay, so I stole the idea from the Simpsons. I don't own it. Big deal) again, meet me at the Lucky Dragon's Restaurant at exactly five o clock tomorrow evening. Look for a cute //girl\\ with a violet dress and a white rose in her hair.
Remember…be there or Mr. Fuzzy Bunny gets it. The clock is ticking.
I felt my face go pale as if I'd seen a thousand cats heading in my direction, and I gulped, horrified. Mr. Fuzzy Bunny! My little childhood friend, whom I secretly carried around with me to school. //Nobody\\ knew about Mr. Fuzzy Bunny! And here this girl was, threatening to sacrifice my poor bunny's head just to go out on…on a date…with me! Reality hit, and I gulped again.
I had never, ever been the I'll-pick-you-up-at-seven type. Yet, if I ever wanted to save my poor stuffed friend, I'd have to grin and bear it. Hopefully, this girl would deem me too unbearable the first five minutes to bother about the rest of the so-called date. I couldn't believe it! Blackmail!
~ * ~ * ~
"Are you okay?" Akane peered at me with some concern as I gripped my bowl apprehensively. She'd worked off most of her anger that afternoon. "You look like someone died or something."
I forced a small smile and nodded.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Uh huh…nothing wrong with me. No sick person threatening to cut off Mr. Fuzzy Bunny's head just to go on a date with me. Nooo way. Nothing's wrong. That's right. I'm just fine! Peachy keen! Hunky-dory…"
Akane gave me a strange look but didn't say anything.
Lucky for me, I wasn't the type to blurt out anything at the dinner table.
~ * ~ * ~
Well, there's the first chapter. Next chapter up soon. In the meantime, R + R plz.!