Before both opponents reached a climax, Mousse flicked his arm to the side,
releasing several ball objects. Ranma instantly saw these harmless looking
contraptions flying towards him, and almost automatically turned himself
around to avoid them. He knew that anything Mousse had in his arsenal was
some kind of weapon. As he had turned to avoid the attacks, Ranma had also
unintentionally avoided his aerial collision with Mousse, and both fighters
hit the floor on the opposite side from which they had started.
Mousse didn't waste any time. He swiftly turned back to face Ranma, and threw three miniature sized knifes at Ranma. Ranma easily avoided them however, and as the deadly weapons flew past their target, they missed the nearby Akane by inches. Mousse saw this, and took it into account. He knew that if the battle continued, one of the two girls would possibly end up getting hit in the crossfire. Coming back to reality, and out of his silent rage, Mousse sharply fled from the school pathway.
Ranma looked away from Akane just in time to see the white blur of what was Mousse, leap over the distant wall.
Ranma sharply turned himself back to Akane, breathing a huge sigh of relief as he did. He was soon by her side. 'Did they hit you? Are you ok?!' he said, sounding more concerned than he'd intended to. 'I'm fine, nothing touched me' she said, in an almost confused way. She couldn't think why he was showing such concern towards her. She had her suspicions that he felt more deeply about her than he let on, but this seemed to show that more than ever. He quickly realised how what he had said sounded, it was obvious by the look on her face what she was thinking. He tried to think of a way he could correct this, by giving some sarcastic comment as a deterrent. Why should he really though? He had no reason not to be concerned about her after all.
Shampoo looked on in a daze. She could not truly contemplate what had just happened, had Mousse gone mad? Had her Great Grandmother lost her temper with him because of his casual clumsiness, and cast some kind of ancient Amazon spell that had caused his to go insane? She seriously doubted that either of her speculations were true, but she could think of no other reason. Mousse was not the type of person to attack so violently and coldly, especially without breathing a single word as to why.
Mousse was running through the deserted streets. He knew that the event that had just taken place was a mistake that he should have avoided. That was not the right time for his attack, he should have waited until his instincts had told him otherwise. He was acting on pure rage, nothing less. He realised the error of his approach, and decided that next time, would be much different, at the same time reminding himself that there certainly would be a next time.
Akane started to walk home, followed very closely by Ranma. She smirked victoriously. 'You sounded concerned for me earlier.' She said, still smirking. 'I think you look to much into these things Akane, I was only asking.' He snapped, trying to get himself out of the awkward position he had put himself into. She smiled, knowing nothing more needed to be said. He was having a hard time to stop his face from turning red. He couldn't have helped what he did at the time though, he did it out of pure concern, nothing else. As they walked on, it seemed to get darker. The whole street, was now lit up by a dark blue light, emitted by the now star lit sky. Suddenly, Akane seemed to trip over something on the floor, the darkness was getting thicker, and she could not possibly have seen it. She gasped in panic, but just before she hit the floor, she felt two strong hands, grab her by the waist from behind. As she felt herself being lifted upwards back on to her feet, she turned to find herself looking at Ranma, with his hands still on her waist. 'Thank you..' she whispered out sounding shocked and grateful at the same time. 'No problem..' he said blushing slightly. They suddenly found themselves both staring at the floor. Akane suddenly realised that her hands were glued to his, she must have grabbed hold of them out of instinct when she started to fall. He also realised that his hands were still on her waist, and simultaneously, both jerked off from each other as quickly as they could, and once again found themselves staring at the ground.
Watching from a nearby rooftop, Mousse carefully examined the situation. His target was situated with a companion, in a deserted back alley. It was the perfect time to strike. He moved himself into position as if to suddenly strike, but he found himself hesitating. He calmed himself, and knew that it was rage driving him to attack once again. He had seen him stop Akane from falling, and that had just made him grow even more aggressive. He had probably tripped her himself just to get his hands on her with his perverted mind anyway. He knew this was not true, he had seen Akane trip, and knew that Ranma could not have possibly done anything of the sort, but he was looking for reasons which he could base his next attack on. He did not know when his next assault would be, but he knew that the correct time would present itself to him soon.
As they both reached their destination, Akane and Ranma both felt strangely tired. 'After you..' whispered Ranma, still a little embarrassed from their contact just minutes earlier. Not one word had been spoken since, until now. 'O-ok.' she mumbled shyly. As she walked in, she saw her Father and Genma were outside sitting by the pond, probably plotting some scheme to get her into Ranma's arms. That line of thought, instantly made the contact they had felt earlier, flashback through her mind in an instant. She turned around and faced him for a second, but swiftly turned back around again. She could not understand why she was felt so awkward, all he had done was caught her. But she was trying to block out the true reason she felt so awkward. She knew her heart had skipped a beat when they had touched, and that she felt overjoyed inside when she felt his hands firmly stop her from falling to the ground. She couldn't stand the thought that he may not feel the same way she did about it. She wanted to be alone to think about how she should try and cover up her feelings, and quickly ran out the room, and headed for the dojo. He looked on, and saw her exit the room. He assumed it was because she felt sorry for him, because maybe she knew how much she meant to him, and that he wished that he could have held on to her for longer before. She probably pitied him, after all, there was no way she felt the same for him, as he did for her.
Shampoo walked slowly back through the still busy streets, to the cat café. It was always busy in these parts, day or night, there was no gap to be found in the crowds. She felt depressed, but her confusion was washing that feeling out of her head. She had never seen him be so cold, so aimlessly aggressive. Was he that way over her? Had she done something to offend him that much? She wouldn't really have cared at all if it was one of his stupid attempts at beating Ranma, so he could have her, but it seemed to be more than that. He seemed to be doing it for something else. She couldn't put her finger on exactly what was going on, but if anything, she knew that this was not normal behaviour from Mousse, anything but. She reached the café, and it's vision gave her a good idea. She could ask her Great Grandmother if she thought anything was amiss, if anyone would know, she probably would.
She was trying to lose herself in her moves, but Akane just couldn't concentrate. Ranma holding her and Mousse going crazy was more than enough to distract her. She had now changed into her uniform, and was practicing basic attack stances. She took herself out of position, and bent down slightly to catch her breath. Just as she was about to start up again, she looked up to see Ranma sitting cross legged in front of her. 'I don't know why you bother, with that kind of practice, you'll never get better anyway' he murmured. 'SHUT UP, I am so getting better, I just have a lot on my mind today. that's all' she responded, feeling her heart quicken, realising what she had just said. 'Like what...?' he asked inquisitively. She did not answer and they both stood in silence, both knowing what the other was thinking.
'Listen Akane. if it's about before.'
'It's not.'
'Are you sure? If so then why are you shaking?'
'I'm not shaking. You probably enjoyed grabbing me anyway you pervert!' she snapped viciously. 'So that's your idea of thanks is it?!' he shouted strongly.
'Thanks?! You were the one who grabbed me you idiot, I didn't need your help.'
'You'd have preferred me to have let your face hit the floor then?!'
'I wouldn't have cared.'
'I'm out of here, don't expect any help from me again!' he bellowed as he began to stomp out towards the door. Just as he reached the door, a white blur seemed to be moving towards the dojo from the distance. As the object slowly got closer, Ranma realised it was some kind of weapon, and it was heading straight for him. He got read to leap into safety, but seconds before it's arrival, he saw that it was not heading for him, but for over his shoulder, If he didn't act fast, it would surely hit the unsuspecting Akane.
Using the momentum of his jump, he leaped backwards and screamed 'Akane look out!'. She looked up in confusion and wondered what he was talking about, but before she could say a word, he had already grabbed her, and taken her to the floor along with him. As she went down, she saw a swift moving object, travelling sharply over their heads, in panic she closed her eyes. The now recognisable knife, hit the dojo wall, piercing into it.
She waited a few seconds, and opened her eyes, to find him on top of her. She had landed underneath him, with his arms firmly on the sides of her shoulders. Her hands were clutching tightly to his shirt around his chest area, as she saw the knife she must have grabbed onto him in panic. He began to feel awkward like he had done before again, and would have jumped off of her right there and then if she hadn't been clutching to him. It wasn't that he didn't want to be so close to her, but he didn't think she wanted him this close. They looked at each other now, straight into the others eyes. She didn't mean to, but she couldn't help herself clutch to him stronger as she looked into his eyes. He still felt awkward, yet he knew that he felt happier than ever before with her in his arms. 'Are.you ok? He whispered gently. She said nothing, she couldn't bring herself to speak. They stared at each other for at least another six seconds, without one word being spoken. She felt her whole body going weak, and her eyes began to close halfway shut. 'Ranma.' she said almost pining. He looked at her gently, and a small smile speared on his face for a second. He felt at ease now. Their faces were only centimetres apart, and slowly, hesitantly, he moved his closer to hers. She found herself almost unable to breath, and then closed her eyes as she waited for him to make the contact she secretly longed for. He was now so close, she could feel his breath on her face.
Mousse didn't waste any time. He swiftly turned back to face Ranma, and threw three miniature sized knifes at Ranma. Ranma easily avoided them however, and as the deadly weapons flew past their target, they missed the nearby Akane by inches. Mousse saw this, and took it into account. He knew that if the battle continued, one of the two girls would possibly end up getting hit in the crossfire. Coming back to reality, and out of his silent rage, Mousse sharply fled from the school pathway.
Ranma looked away from Akane just in time to see the white blur of what was Mousse, leap over the distant wall.
Ranma sharply turned himself back to Akane, breathing a huge sigh of relief as he did. He was soon by her side. 'Did they hit you? Are you ok?!' he said, sounding more concerned than he'd intended to. 'I'm fine, nothing touched me' she said, in an almost confused way. She couldn't think why he was showing such concern towards her. She had her suspicions that he felt more deeply about her than he let on, but this seemed to show that more than ever. He quickly realised how what he had said sounded, it was obvious by the look on her face what she was thinking. He tried to think of a way he could correct this, by giving some sarcastic comment as a deterrent. Why should he really though? He had no reason not to be concerned about her after all.
Shampoo looked on in a daze. She could not truly contemplate what had just happened, had Mousse gone mad? Had her Great Grandmother lost her temper with him because of his casual clumsiness, and cast some kind of ancient Amazon spell that had caused his to go insane? She seriously doubted that either of her speculations were true, but she could think of no other reason. Mousse was not the type of person to attack so violently and coldly, especially without breathing a single word as to why.
Mousse was running through the deserted streets. He knew that the event that had just taken place was a mistake that he should have avoided. That was not the right time for his attack, he should have waited until his instincts had told him otherwise. He was acting on pure rage, nothing less. He realised the error of his approach, and decided that next time, would be much different, at the same time reminding himself that there certainly would be a next time.
Akane started to walk home, followed very closely by Ranma. She smirked victoriously. 'You sounded concerned for me earlier.' She said, still smirking. 'I think you look to much into these things Akane, I was only asking.' He snapped, trying to get himself out of the awkward position he had put himself into. She smiled, knowing nothing more needed to be said. He was having a hard time to stop his face from turning red. He couldn't have helped what he did at the time though, he did it out of pure concern, nothing else. As they walked on, it seemed to get darker. The whole street, was now lit up by a dark blue light, emitted by the now star lit sky. Suddenly, Akane seemed to trip over something on the floor, the darkness was getting thicker, and she could not possibly have seen it. She gasped in panic, but just before she hit the floor, she felt two strong hands, grab her by the waist from behind. As she felt herself being lifted upwards back on to her feet, she turned to find herself looking at Ranma, with his hands still on her waist. 'Thank you..' she whispered out sounding shocked and grateful at the same time. 'No problem..' he said blushing slightly. They suddenly found themselves both staring at the floor. Akane suddenly realised that her hands were glued to his, she must have grabbed hold of them out of instinct when she started to fall. He also realised that his hands were still on her waist, and simultaneously, both jerked off from each other as quickly as they could, and once again found themselves staring at the ground.
Watching from a nearby rooftop, Mousse carefully examined the situation. His target was situated with a companion, in a deserted back alley. It was the perfect time to strike. He moved himself into position as if to suddenly strike, but he found himself hesitating. He calmed himself, and knew that it was rage driving him to attack once again. He had seen him stop Akane from falling, and that had just made him grow even more aggressive. He had probably tripped her himself just to get his hands on her with his perverted mind anyway. He knew this was not true, he had seen Akane trip, and knew that Ranma could not have possibly done anything of the sort, but he was looking for reasons which he could base his next attack on. He did not know when his next assault would be, but he knew that the correct time would present itself to him soon.
As they both reached their destination, Akane and Ranma both felt strangely tired. 'After you..' whispered Ranma, still a little embarrassed from their contact just minutes earlier. Not one word had been spoken since, until now. 'O-ok.' she mumbled shyly. As she walked in, she saw her Father and Genma were outside sitting by the pond, probably plotting some scheme to get her into Ranma's arms. That line of thought, instantly made the contact they had felt earlier, flashback through her mind in an instant. She turned around and faced him for a second, but swiftly turned back around again. She could not understand why she was felt so awkward, all he had done was caught her. But she was trying to block out the true reason she felt so awkward. She knew her heart had skipped a beat when they had touched, and that she felt overjoyed inside when she felt his hands firmly stop her from falling to the ground. She couldn't stand the thought that he may not feel the same way she did about it. She wanted to be alone to think about how she should try and cover up her feelings, and quickly ran out the room, and headed for the dojo. He looked on, and saw her exit the room. He assumed it was because she felt sorry for him, because maybe she knew how much she meant to him, and that he wished that he could have held on to her for longer before. She probably pitied him, after all, there was no way she felt the same for him, as he did for her.
Shampoo walked slowly back through the still busy streets, to the cat café. It was always busy in these parts, day or night, there was no gap to be found in the crowds. She felt depressed, but her confusion was washing that feeling out of her head. She had never seen him be so cold, so aimlessly aggressive. Was he that way over her? Had she done something to offend him that much? She wouldn't really have cared at all if it was one of his stupid attempts at beating Ranma, so he could have her, but it seemed to be more than that. He seemed to be doing it for something else. She couldn't put her finger on exactly what was going on, but if anything, she knew that this was not normal behaviour from Mousse, anything but. She reached the café, and it's vision gave her a good idea. She could ask her Great Grandmother if she thought anything was amiss, if anyone would know, she probably would.
She was trying to lose herself in her moves, but Akane just couldn't concentrate. Ranma holding her and Mousse going crazy was more than enough to distract her. She had now changed into her uniform, and was practicing basic attack stances. She took herself out of position, and bent down slightly to catch her breath. Just as she was about to start up again, she looked up to see Ranma sitting cross legged in front of her. 'I don't know why you bother, with that kind of practice, you'll never get better anyway' he murmured. 'SHUT UP, I am so getting better, I just have a lot on my mind today. that's all' she responded, feeling her heart quicken, realising what she had just said. 'Like what...?' he asked inquisitively. She did not answer and they both stood in silence, both knowing what the other was thinking.
'Listen Akane. if it's about before.'
'It's not.'
'Are you sure? If so then why are you shaking?'
'I'm not shaking. You probably enjoyed grabbing me anyway you pervert!' she snapped viciously. 'So that's your idea of thanks is it?!' he shouted strongly.
'Thanks?! You were the one who grabbed me you idiot, I didn't need your help.'
'You'd have preferred me to have let your face hit the floor then?!'
'I wouldn't have cared.'
'I'm out of here, don't expect any help from me again!' he bellowed as he began to stomp out towards the door. Just as he reached the door, a white blur seemed to be moving towards the dojo from the distance. As the object slowly got closer, Ranma realised it was some kind of weapon, and it was heading straight for him. He got read to leap into safety, but seconds before it's arrival, he saw that it was not heading for him, but for over his shoulder, If he didn't act fast, it would surely hit the unsuspecting Akane.
Using the momentum of his jump, he leaped backwards and screamed 'Akane look out!'. She looked up in confusion and wondered what he was talking about, but before she could say a word, he had already grabbed her, and taken her to the floor along with him. As she went down, she saw a swift moving object, travelling sharply over their heads, in panic she closed her eyes. The now recognisable knife, hit the dojo wall, piercing into it.
She waited a few seconds, and opened her eyes, to find him on top of her. She had landed underneath him, with his arms firmly on the sides of her shoulders. Her hands were clutching tightly to his shirt around his chest area, as she saw the knife she must have grabbed onto him in panic. He began to feel awkward like he had done before again, and would have jumped off of her right there and then if she hadn't been clutching to him. It wasn't that he didn't want to be so close to her, but he didn't think she wanted him this close. They looked at each other now, straight into the others eyes. She didn't mean to, but she couldn't help herself clutch to him stronger as she looked into his eyes. He still felt awkward, yet he knew that he felt happier than ever before with her in his arms. 'Are.you ok? He whispered gently. She said nothing, she couldn't bring herself to speak. They stared at each other for at least another six seconds, without one word being spoken. She felt her whole body going weak, and her eyes began to close halfway shut. 'Ranma.' she said almost pining. He looked at her gently, and a small smile speared on his face for a second. He felt at ease now. Their faces were only centimetres apart, and slowly, hesitantly, he moved his closer to hers. She found herself almost unable to breath, and then closed her eyes as she waited for him to make the contact she secretly longed for. He was now so close, she could feel his breath on her face.