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Ranma woke up with Akane's scream. For once he didn't get wet. If his heart hadn't been pounding from the shock of Akane's yell and if he hadn't been so worried about her, he might have pondered this. Right now was not the time though. "Akane, are you ok? What happened?" He looked at the doorway. "Who's there?"
The figure in the doorway chuckled maniacally, its shadow forming an appearance 7 foot tall. Then, the original two-foot lecher stepped into the room. "Darn, I missed." He held up another bucket. "Good thing I brought back up." He threw the contents at the two, emptying the metal pail.
Akane pushed Ranma down, accepting the freezing liquid herself once again. She was dripping with water, and looked miserable. "Akane." Ranma said. "You didn't have to do that." He picked up a sheet and started wiping the excess water off her face.
She shivered. "I didn't want anything to make your fever worse. You never know what could happen."
"Oh, Akane no baka." He put an arm around her and tried to warm her up.
"Akane are you cold? Let me warm you up!" The old (very, very old) Master jumped at the young girl, aiming for her chest. Before he could get anywhere near her, a foot collided with his head, sending him back out the door. "Why did you do that, Ranma? And since when do you pull your kicks on me?"
"He wasn't pulling it. He is ill. Seeing your face is enough to make anyone sick." Akane spat at him. "Go away."
"Yeah, listen to her you old lech! If you don't leave, I'll make you." Ranma cracked his knuckles threateningly.
"Is this how you treat your master? Here I was, gone for so long, and I come back to this!"
"You should have stayed gone!"
"Besides, you can't hurt me in your weakened state." He said this with bravado, though he wasn't sure if he believed himself. Ranma's ki was glowing, and he had that familiar look in his eye. The one he got whenever someone threatened Akane, the one that meant whoever stood in his way was going to get hurt. "Well, I guess I'll see you two in the morning. Nighty night." He tried glomping onto Akane one last time, resorting in a punch that carried him out the window and into the night.
"Heh. Stupid old freak." Ranma closed the window and locked it, though it really didn't make any difference. It was still shattered through, from when Shampoo had used it as an entrance earlier. He looked at his fiance, who was sitting on the futon trying to warm herself up. "Akane, you're shivering."
She shook her head. "I'm fine."
He gave her a look. "No you aren't. Go take a bath; you'll feel much better that way."
She was going to argue, but saw his point. Sighing defeated, she admitted, "I guess you are right. I'll go take a bath." Relaxing in the tub, she realized exactly how good of idea this was. After a long soak that warmed her through and through, she got out and realized that she hadn't taken any dry clothes with her. She couldn't rush upstairs and change, the pervert was still around and it took awhile to unlock her bedroom door.
She was rummaging through the laundry when she saw something that caught her eye. It was a pair of Ranma's pants and one of his silk shirts, laying there, presumably for her. She smiled at his thoughtfulness and put his clothes on. 'Wow. These are comfy. They smell comforting too. Kind of like Ranma.'
Ranma was lying in his bed, waiting for her. "Better?" he asked. He looked her over. 'She looks nice in my clothes. They may be a bit big, but there is just something about it. They suit her.'
She gave him a large smile, then laid down on the futon next to him. Closing her eyes she believed, "Much."
As she curled against him, his eyes widened. He had expected her to go back to her own room. Not that he was complaining. He liked this a lot. 'Oh well. I'll never understand women anyway. There is no use in trying to figure them out now.' He whispered in her ear, "Good night, Akane."
She smiled, half asleep. "'Night, Ranma." They snuggled against each other, Ranma glad for her warmth. His fever had gotten higher and he was freezing. The smell of her hair and the fact that she allowed him to put his arms around her was great, but he would never admit that to anyone but himself.
Akane hugged onto Ranma, glad to have another body next to her, for it was cold in the Saotome room. She loved the feeling that he was holding her, pleased that she had made the vow not to hit him. They settled for sleep, doing it in each others arms, holding one another like they would never let go.
"What a haul! Oh, what a haul!" Was not the nicest alarm clock there is. In fact, the only people who would want that must be really desperate for a wake up. It would be like having Kodachi's laugh as you meditation music. Nevertheless, that was what Akane and Ranma woke up to.
First they just groaned, mad that the ancient pervert had woken them up. Both of the two martial artists were having very nice dreams and had been extremely comfortable in their current position.
"What does he think he is doing?" Ranma moaned groggily.
"I don't know. Let's just go back to sleep." She lay back down, getting into their old sleeping position. Ranma was also half asleep, and did the same. Suddenly, two pairs of eyes snapped open. Steely blue stared at chocolate brown and vice versa. They struggled apart, but got tangled in the sheets.
"I'm so sorry, Akane! I didn't mean to do that, you have to trust me! It must have been the fever, I was cold or something! Please don't hit me." Ranma put his arms out in surrender.
Akane sighed. "I'm not going to hit you. Is that really what you think of me? That I'm just going to fly of the hinges, even when it's half my fault. Even when you're sick? I'm not cruel, Ranma, I have feelings too." Tears pooled in her eyes as she looked away from him and out the window. "Is there something wrong with me? Am I that uncute, do I repulse you that much?"
"What? Oh, Akane, no! Nothing like that! You don't repulse me, I actually think that your.,well, pretty." She still had her head turned away. "Akane, look at me please." She finally did, and he could see the silent tears that were pouring down her face. He cupped her chin in his hand and slowly raised her face to meet there eyes. Then he kissed her. It was the bravest thing he had ever done.
She was too bewildered to do anything at first, then leaned into it and kissed him back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he put his around her small waist. They kissed as if they would never let go.
For once, no one interrupted them. It seemed that the world agreed about them not letting go.
A/n: That got really sappy at the end there. But no, this is not the end! I couldn't leave it like this. It wouldn't seem right. There will be more, don't worry. I have to give credit where credit is due. V-chan actually guessed that it was Happosai. How she did it I just don't know. Ok, a million bonus points for V-chan!
Thoughts are in 'quotations'.
Ranma woke up with Akane's scream. For once he didn't get wet. If his heart hadn't been pounding from the shock of Akane's yell and if he hadn't been so worried about her, he might have pondered this. Right now was not the time though. "Akane, are you ok? What happened?" He looked at the doorway. "Who's there?"
The figure in the doorway chuckled maniacally, its shadow forming an appearance 7 foot tall. Then, the original two-foot lecher stepped into the room. "Darn, I missed." He held up another bucket. "Good thing I brought back up." He threw the contents at the two, emptying the metal pail.
Akane pushed Ranma down, accepting the freezing liquid herself once again. She was dripping with water, and looked miserable. "Akane." Ranma said. "You didn't have to do that." He picked up a sheet and started wiping the excess water off her face.
She shivered. "I didn't want anything to make your fever worse. You never know what could happen."
"Oh, Akane no baka." He put an arm around her and tried to warm her up.
"Akane are you cold? Let me warm you up!" The old (very, very old) Master jumped at the young girl, aiming for her chest. Before he could get anywhere near her, a foot collided with his head, sending him back out the door. "Why did you do that, Ranma? And since when do you pull your kicks on me?"
"He wasn't pulling it. He is ill. Seeing your face is enough to make anyone sick." Akane spat at him. "Go away."
"Yeah, listen to her you old lech! If you don't leave, I'll make you." Ranma cracked his knuckles threateningly.
"Is this how you treat your master? Here I was, gone for so long, and I come back to this!"
"You should have stayed gone!"
"Besides, you can't hurt me in your weakened state." He said this with bravado, though he wasn't sure if he believed himself. Ranma's ki was glowing, and he had that familiar look in his eye. The one he got whenever someone threatened Akane, the one that meant whoever stood in his way was going to get hurt. "Well, I guess I'll see you two in the morning. Nighty night." He tried glomping onto Akane one last time, resorting in a punch that carried him out the window and into the night.
"Heh. Stupid old freak." Ranma closed the window and locked it, though it really didn't make any difference. It was still shattered through, from when Shampoo had used it as an entrance earlier. He looked at his fiance, who was sitting on the futon trying to warm herself up. "Akane, you're shivering."
She shook her head. "I'm fine."
He gave her a look. "No you aren't. Go take a bath; you'll feel much better that way."
She was going to argue, but saw his point. Sighing defeated, she admitted, "I guess you are right. I'll go take a bath." Relaxing in the tub, she realized exactly how good of idea this was. After a long soak that warmed her through and through, she got out and realized that she hadn't taken any dry clothes with her. She couldn't rush upstairs and change, the pervert was still around and it took awhile to unlock her bedroom door.
She was rummaging through the laundry when she saw something that caught her eye. It was a pair of Ranma's pants and one of his silk shirts, laying there, presumably for her. She smiled at his thoughtfulness and put his clothes on. 'Wow. These are comfy. They smell comforting too. Kind of like Ranma.'
Ranma was lying in his bed, waiting for her. "Better?" he asked. He looked her over. 'She looks nice in my clothes. They may be a bit big, but there is just something about it. They suit her.'
She gave him a large smile, then laid down on the futon next to him. Closing her eyes she believed, "Much."
As she curled against him, his eyes widened. He had expected her to go back to her own room. Not that he was complaining. He liked this a lot. 'Oh well. I'll never understand women anyway. There is no use in trying to figure them out now.' He whispered in her ear, "Good night, Akane."
She smiled, half asleep. "'Night, Ranma." They snuggled against each other, Ranma glad for her warmth. His fever had gotten higher and he was freezing. The smell of her hair and the fact that she allowed him to put his arms around her was great, but he would never admit that to anyone but himself.
Akane hugged onto Ranma, glad to have another body next to her, for it was cold in the Saotome room. She loved the feeling that he was holding her, pleased that she had made the vow not to hit him. They settled for sleep, doing it in each others arms, holding one another like they would never let go.
"What a haul! Oh, what a haul!" Was not the nicest alarm clock there is. In fact, the only people who would want that must be really desperate for a wake up. It would be like having Kodachi's laugh as you meditation music. Nevertheless, that was what Akane and Ranma woke up to.
First they just groaned, mad that the ancient pervert had woken them up. Both of the two martial artists were having very nice dreams and had been extremely comfortable in their current position.
"What does he think he is doing?" Ranma moaned groggily.
"I don't know. Let's just go back to sleep." She lay back down, getting into their old sleeping position. Ranma was also half asleep, and did the same. Suddenly, two pairs of eyes snapped open. Steely blue stared at chocolate brown and vice versa. They struggled apart, but got tangled in the sheets.
"I'm so sorry, Akane! I didn't mean to do that, you have to trust me! It must have been the fever, I was cold or something! Please don't hit me." Ranma put his arms out in surrender.
Akane sighed. "I'm not going to hit you. Is that really what you think of me? That I'm just going to fly of the hinges, even when it's half my fault. Even when you're sick? I'm not cruel, Ranma, I have feelings too." Tears pooled in her eyes as she looked away from him and out the window. "Is there something wrong with me? Am I that uncute, do I repulse you that much?"
"What? Oh, Akane, no! Nothing like that! You don't repulse me, I actually think that your.,well, pretty." She still had her head turned away. "Akane, look at me please." She finally did, and he could see the silent tears that were pouring down her face. He cupped her chin in his hand and slowly raised her face to meet there eyes. Then he kissed her. It was the bravest thing he had ever done.
She was too bewildered to do anything at first, then leaned into it and kissed him back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he put his around her small waist. They kissed as if they would never let go.
For once, no one interrupted them. It seemed that the world agreed about them not letting go.
A/n: That got really sappy at the end there. But no, this is not the end! I couldn't leave it like this. It wouldn't seem right. There will be more, don't worry. I have to give credit where credit is due. V-chan actually guessed that it was Happosai. How she did it I just don't know. Ok, a million bonus points for V-chan!