Three Days:
Day Two
By: Crystal_V_Princess
Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma (but I'd like to, heh, heh!). All rights belong to that genius, Rumiko Takahashi (God bless her!).
Note: I have received seventy-nine e-mails from people crying about my neglect of this story, well, I will explain it all in the Author's Note, so if you are dying for an explanation, please read it! LOL.
Dedications: To ~*! Fireblaze ~*!, for her undying support and comfort (yes, yes, I am too much of a perfectionist!). And Tim, thank you, thank you, thank you!!! You're the best!!! I'm working on our idea now!!! I promise!!! To Lana Panther, Juniper Winner, Lian Leviathan, Caramia Shallear Cessiyyess, Sara, Trinity and Akane! Also to Furaidochikin!!! I've gotta' say, Neko-chan, you are truly a dear!!! I love you guys immensely!!! Thanks so much! *Kisses*
Special Note: I'm sorry, but I didn't remember the exact spelling of the scree name of a certain nperosn who reviewed my second chapter, band I'm afraid of spelling it wrong, But this is addressed to you, whoever wrote about Akane's nor-so-reluctant attitude towards closeness with Ranma. Um-I believe you, truly, as I've heard my friends talk about it, but which book was this incident that you wrote about in? Please tell me! I'm dying to know!!!! Thank you if you respond!!!!
Ranma sat quietly on the wooden floorboards of the summerhouse, his back pressed flat against the wall. His azure eyes darkened by the dancing shadows cast across his face by the jumping flames of the fire. "I kissed her-"
He wasn't quite sure if it had been a dream or a reality; but the taste of Akane was strong on his lips as he run the tip of his tongue over them for the hundredth time in the past hour.
Hour? Was it only one, or two, or one hundred? It seemed too long since he'd pressed his mouth to hers and he found himself yearning to do so once again. If only he'd held her longer, brought her face back to his after they'd pulled apart. Caressed her face gently, and whispered what he'd wanted to say for so long. The time had to be at least three in the morning.
The heir to the Anything-Goes-School- Of-Martial-Arts breathed shallowly, as if he were half-awake, watching the tongues of fire leap about. He saw her there, the sensual curve of her waist and thigh, her slender arms raised above her head in a ballet of fire and wishes. Her movements were graceful, catlike, her eyes, those velvety brown orbs, staring at him. Pulling him in, drowning him in their depths.
Somnolently he gazed at the dancing figure, his vision limited only to the girl he saw. Her full lips parted and she seemed to smile at him; heat rushed through his body. Ranma knew he was blushing. "I kissed her- " The words sunk in slowly, and he finally believed them. "I kissed Akane-" His voice raised just a bit, and the boy's pulse quickened. "Akane-"
"Ranma?" As if in response to his address, his fiancée's voice called gently from the master bedroom. He stood quickly and slid the door open just enough to peek in. She was lying with her tiny hands buried in her rich black hair, beside her cheek, her little head upon the pillow, and her glistening eyes following his movements as he walked softly towards her. A kind of shy smile that he could not decipher on her lips.
A crack of thunder boomed in the confused sound of rain pounding down on the roof. The smile disappeared after all too brief a performance, and she gripped the pillowcase tightly.
"Ranma-" Her voice, so flowing a moment ago, was thick, searching. He knelt beside her on the futon and sought her hand in the darkness; she didn't pull away.
"Right here." He said gently, "What's wrong?" Her fingers tightened around his and she buried her face in the pillow.
The storm by this time had died down to a low rumbling, the fury of the gale subsiding into the sobbing wail of melancholy that appeared after a squall.
Akane didn't stir, her body a small mass beneath the blankets, highlighted by the shuddering flames in the fire pit, which could be seen from the still open door. The boy moved to pull back his hand but she held him tight with a small gasp. "Stay." It was more a question than a demand and the boy felt himself submitting willingly to it.
He fell back to his haunches then tucked his legs into an Indian-style position. He felt a small tug on his fingers.
The pigtailed boy carefully unlocked his legs and reclined on his side, stretching out comfortably, but never letting go of her hand. The scent of lavender and rain filled his nose and he closed his eyes euphorically, thankful that it was so dark and Akane couldn't see his expression or the crimson which had brushed over his cheeks.
The girl rolled over, facing away from Ranma, and tugged his arm delicately across her side to keep his hand. He drew his fingers softly along her cheek and neck. Warm lips pressed there lovingly, seeming unsure and needy. They reached her throat and the touch fixed itself there.
Her heart beat faster; her breathing rose and fell rapidly and full drawn. Fire reached from her face all the way down to her toes and back up again. "Ranma-" Her voice gave way to the heavy emotion that weighed on her heart and she turn over to look at him. She was almost scared by what she saw.
His dark blue eyes shone with a loving fervour she wasn't accustomed to, and the girl found herself moving backward from her fiancé. "The storm's over." She whispered lamely, swallowing quietly and letting out a long breath. Her fingers loosened from his and she pulled her arm to her side as if in slow motion.
Ranma looked confused and hurt, then sat up in embarrassment. "Yeah. Nearly." He said carefully, suddenly irresolute and tense in the new situation. "I guess." He added, trying to think of something, anything to give him time to figure out what had just turned the moment around. A crease of worry and fear dipped in his brow and the pigtailed boy rose quickly. "I guess I'll go get some more wood for the fire then-" He mumbled, pushing the paper door open the rest of the way and heading for the front door.
Panic shot through Akane's breast and she reached out a hand to him, as if to pull him back to her, though he was too far to touch. "Ranma!" She called, her eyes asking him more questions than he could answer.
He stopped and turned in one smooth movement and searched her imploring face, a spark of hope gurgling up in him. "Huh?" He asked, aiming for indifference. Her hand dropped, along with the boy's heart, and she looked away toward the floor.
"Nothing." She murmured, her bottom lip quivering slightly. She forced herself to turn her face back up, and immediately wished she hadn't.
Ranma's jaw tightened in anger and she could hear him struggling to even his breathing. "Fine." He said, his voice hard and tight.
He broke out of the room, his pale furious face showing whiter against his long black hair, his dark, fierce eyes blazing, his hands clenched, every respect of his demeanor looking frightening in the convulsions of his fury.
He hurried out the door, slamming it in his wake, making Akane flinch beneath the heavy coverlet. Her dark brown eyes fogged up, and she felt the tears threatening to fall. She sucked in a breath sharply and squeezed her eyelids closed tightly. "Don't you dare cry, Akane Tendo-" She growled at herself, her voice ragged and sorrowful. "Don't you dare-"
Salty droplets trickled down her cheeks, her crying muffled by her hands pressed to her face.
Outside the house, Ranma leaned against the wall, listening to his fiancée's wretched sobs. He ran a hand through his bangs, cursing himself a million times. "Why do I always have to make her cry-?" He croaked, his dry throat closing in on the words. The anger had washed from his body soon after he'd heard the demand she'd made of herself, and failed in.
"Damn! Damn! Damn!" The pigtailed boy slammed his fist against the wooden boards of the house, splintering the timber. He fell to his knees in defeat; strong shoulders slumped.
That moment when they'd kissed had been so perfect, how had things gone wrong? Had he botched it by not showing Akane how he felt? Had he moved too fast? Or did the fault lie not only with him, but with them both?
For the very first time in his life, Ranma was completely and totally terrified out of his mind. He was in love. And it was already proving to be the hardest battle he would ever fight. The worst part was, he seemed to always be combating himself. This was love. Real love. The kind that sneaks up and kicks you in the backside, then laughs at your discomfort outright.
It wasn't something you ever saw coming, it was electric, igniting in your heart and traveling through your body till it met your soul and let you know that there's no turning back.
The pigtailed boy closed his eyes wearily, hating Akane and loving her at the same time, which was usually how love worked.
"Ranma!" The girl burst suddenly from the entrance of the house and hurried down the porch steps and out into the yard with incredible speed. She stood in the middle of the courtyard, the wet dirt and grass sticking to her bare feet. "Ranma!" She cried out into the dim darkness of night, the scent of disappearing dampness from the past rainstorm carrying on the wind across her face. "Ranma! Please!" She called out, not quite sure what the meaning of her words was, "Please!"
"Right here." He choked out, mimicking his earlier words to her; stepping from the murky shadows at the wall of the house. He couldn't speak further.
She twirled about to face him, her face streaked in wet lines, her breath emerging in short, uneven gaps. A look of fright masked her delicate features and she clenched her hands at her sides tightly, silent except for her inhalation. Then she swallowed and she appeared to be overcome with shame, or it may have been that other, more agitating thoughts overpowered and scared her, for she began to weep bitterly, small fists rubbing at her eyes futilely. A strangled noise was the only thing she could manage.
Standing unmoving for a moment, the pigtailed boy processed the image before him. Then did the only thing he could. He advanced slowly and shyly, with something a bit deprecatory in his air, a lathy figure, a tall walk, and a very gentle and even heartbroken look on his pale, heart-shaped face.
He took her in his arms, warming her small, cold body with his own. "Shh." He soothed, running the back of his hand gently down her cheek. "I won't leave you." The words sounded far away and he suddenly realized they were true. He wouldn't leave Akane, for anything in the world.
Her face turned up to stare at him, searching for the truth. Ranma smiled down at her, his mouth small and boyish, the edges upturned in the way that only his could. She grasped his face in hers hands and pressed her lips firmly against his, scared and anxious for his reaction.
His hands settled on her waist slowly, drawing the girl's body only slightly closer, then releasing her as the kiss ended. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out.
"Promise?" She asked, running one slender, tapering finger across his bottom lip. Her velvety brown eyes implored him tenderly.
Ranma felt another smile appear, this one larger than the last, and nodded gently. "Yes." He said softly.
Akane stepped back from him, stretching willowy, firm arms above her head. "Good." She said plainly, staring up at the moon. Her toes curled in delight and she giggle gently despite herself. "Very good." Her eyelids shut and she clasped her hands behind her back, sighing through half-opened lips. It was a soft sigh, barely audible, but meant more than most mortal words.
The pigtailed martial artist watched her carefully, his face gentle and warm from the kiss. "Why?" He asked, knowing full well the answer.
"Just is." She replied, not looking at him; he had a feeling her audacity had passed and she was blushing in the blackness of the night. He heard her 'mmm' faintly as she massaged her right shoulder. Her face was glowing in the faint light from the celestial body above them.
He paused by the moonlit girl a few minutes more, then walked to the steps, standing for a moment, looking along the shadowy forest, then returned to the glow of the room, in which the pleasant perfume of tea prevailed.
Ranma took out the small pot and boiled some water over the irori fireplace, watching the flames lick the bottom of the kettle, blackening it. Then, poured himself a cup and dipped the leaves in.
The shorthaired girl stepped into the living room, and moved to tip water in a cup for herself, then sat quietly beside her fiancé. She sipped a little, drew her brows slightly together to collect her thoughts, and then looked up with a wondrous solemn face to begin. "I love you, Ranma." She said quietly, a sincere and frightened sound. "I love you. But I don't know what that changes between us."
Looking into his glass, he mused, stirring the tea leisurely. "Changes?" His eyes stared into her soul then turned back to the cup. "I think it speaks for itself." Akane looked confused, cupping her glass in tightly bunched hands. The boy's face softened. "Let it happen." He murmured, placing his tea on the floor and reaching for her.
His arm slipped around her delicately curved shoulders and he pressed his forehead against her temple, picking up his cup with the other hand.
She nodded vaguely and turned her face to press her small nose into the soft flesh beneath his jawbone. "Okay."
Author's Note: Okay, I know you guys must be SOOOOOOOOOOOOmad at me, so PLEASE, forgive me just this once!!! I beg of you!!! *holds hands up in a pleading manner, her eyes tearing up* I was working on this, then my computer crashed, three times no less! Seriously!!! Then, I had to start it all over again and I wanted it to be just like the way I had first started writing it, but it was really hard to remember. For those of you who are writers also and are reading this, you know what I mean. How sometimes you get into a really inspires state and if you try to replicate it at any other time it's near impossible. Well, needless to say, I was completely and totally frustrated and so I decided to start all over again on a completely different level. I got pretty inspired on this chapter version also, and it seems that I made it quite emotional and raw. Which, to be perfectly frank, I really wanted to do, but couldn't manage before. I was sticking to the whole, "hey, they're in love, and this is fanfiction, so I'm not going to give them any real problems" type thing, which I usually put in my stories, as they are fairly light-hearted and uplifting (or so I'm told by you wonderful, beautiful people). So, I hope you like this chappie, I know it's rather mature, meaning it's dramatic in a guttural way.
My friend Tim told me that he noticed that my writing has been getting more serious as of late, well, he was right. But have no worries! It is more focused solely on this story, which is more adult than the others. I will always revert back to the happiness which I love to recline in while I'm writing, so if you are hoping for stories which are more humorous and care-free like "Wanna' Bet?!" or "Fence- Walking", expect more. But as this has two more chapters to it (maybe even an epilogue) please read and enjoy!!!
Okay, that's the answer to the questions I've had the most frequently, here's another one. Am I male or female. I am a girl, yes. So, don't feel nervous about mentioning my gender, as some of you have expressed to me your insecurities in the lack of knowledge of my gender, I am supplying you with it as of now. No more stress, please! I am ALWAYS happy to hear from reviewers, be they praising or dissing, your thoughts mean a lot to me. So please, e-mail me, review my stories, whatever you like!
Yes, in response to another question, I AM writing a book. Unfortunately it is not Ranma 1/2 , as I'm sure Rumiko Takahashi would not be pleased in learning that I was using her copyrighted material, if I were that is. Hopefully, it will be finished and put out on the market soon. Sorry, I can't give anything away. Okay, fine, yes, it does have romance in it! Jeez! Pry it out of me! Just kidding.
Okay, I hope that has satisfied your thirst for replies! Feel free to ask me any other questions, well, except for my address. LOL. If you want to read any of my other stories, click on my name and you will get a listing of titles. Click on whichever you would like to read, and please tell me what you think!!!! Thank you so much for everything! I love you guys soooooooooo much! XXXOOO! Mwah!
Love,
Your Lady,
Crystal_V_Princess ;P
P.S. Sorry for leaving out the "Dedications" last time!!! I remembered you though!! Truly!!!!
Day Two
By: Crystal_V_Princess
Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma (but I'd like to, heh, heh!). All rights belong to that genius, Rumiko Takahashi (God bless her!).
Note: I have received seventy-nine e-mails from people crying about my neglect of this story, well, I will explain it all in the Author's Note, so if you are dying for an explanation, please read it! LOL.
Dedications: To ~*! Fireblaze ~*!, for her undying support and comfort (yes, yes, I am too much of a perfectionist!). And Tim, thank you, thank you, thank you!!! You're the best!!! I'm working on our idea now!!! I promise!!! To Lana Panther, Juniper Winner, Lian Leviathan, Caramia Shallear Cessiyyess, Sara, Trinity and Akane! Also to Furaidochikin!!! I've gotta' say, Neko-chan, you are truly a dear!!! I love you guys immensely!!! Thanks so much! *Kisses*
Special Note: I'm sorry, but I didn't remember the exact spelling of the scree name of a certain nperosn who reviewed my second chapter, band I'm afraid of spelling it wrong, But this is addressed to you, whoever wrote about Akane's nor-so-reluctant attitude towards closeness with Ranma. Um-I believe you, truly, as I've heard my friends talk about it, but which book was this incident that you wrote about in? Please tell me! I'm dying to know!!!! Thank you if you respond!!!!
Ranma sat quietly on the wooden floorboards of the summerhouse, his back pressed flat against the wall. His azure eyes darkened by the dancing shadows cast across his face by the jumping flames of the fire. "I kissed her-"
He wasn't quite sure if it had been a dream or a reality; but the taste of Akane was strong on his lips as he run the tip of his tongue over them for the hundredth time in the past hour.
Hour? Was it only one, or two, or one hundred? It seemed too long since he'd pressed his mouth to hers and he found himself yearning to do so once again. If only he'd held her longer, brought her face back to his after they'd pulled apart. Caressed her face gently, and whispered what he'd wanted to say for so long. The time had to be at least three in the morning.
The heir to the Anything-Goes-School- Of-Martial-Arts breathed shallowly, as if he were half-awake, watching the tongues of fire leap about. He saw her there, the sensual curve of her waist and thigh, her slender arms raised above her head in a ballet of fire and wishes. Her movements were graceful, catlike, her eyes, those velvety brown orbs, staring at him. Pulling him in, drowning him in their depths.
Somnolently he gazed at the dancing figure, his vision limited only to the girl he saw. Her full lips parted and she seemed to smile at him; heat rushed through his body. Ranma knew he was blushing. "I kissed her- " The words sunk in slowly, and he finally believed them. "I kissed Akane-" His voice raised just a bit, and the boy's pulse quickened. "Akane-"
"Ranma?" As if in response to his address, his fiancée's voice called gently from the master bedroom. He stood quickly and slid the door open just enough to peek in. She was lying with her tiny hands buried in her rich black hair, beside her cheek, her little head upon the pillow, and her glistening eyes following his movements as he walked softly towards her. A kind of shy smile that he could not decipher on her lips.
A crack of thunder boomed in the confused sound of rain pounding down on the roof. The smile disappeared after all too brief a performance, and she gripped the pillowcase tightly.
"Ranma-" Her voice, so flowing a moment ago, was thick, searching. He knelt beside her on the futon and sought her hand in the darkness; she didn't pull away.
"Right here." He said gently, "What's wrong?" Her fingers tightened around his and she buried her face in the pillow.
The storm by this time had died down to a low rumbling, the fury of the gale subsiding into the sobbing wail of melancholy that appeared after a squall.
Akane didn't stir, her body a small mass beneath the blankets, highlighted by the shuddering flames in the fire pit, which could be seen from the still open door. The boy moved to pull back his hand but she held him tight with a small gasp. "Stay." It was more a question than a demand and the boy felt himself submitting willingly to it.
He fell back to his haunches then tucked his legs into an Indian-style position. He felt a small tug on his fingers.
The pigtailed boy carefully unlocked his legs and reclined on his side, stretching out comfortably, but never letting go of her hand. The scent of lavender and rain filled his nose and he closed his eyes euphorically, thankful that it was so dark and Akane couldn't see his expression or the crimson which had brushed over his cheeks.
The girl rolled over, facing away from Ranma, and tugged his arm delicately across her side to keep his hand. He drew his fingers softly along her cheek and neck. Warm lips pressed there lovingly, seeming unsure and needy. They reached her throat and the touch fixed itself there.
Her heart beat faster; her breathing rose and fell rapidly and full drawn. Fire reached from her face all the way down to her toes and back up again. "Ranma-" Her voice gave way to the heavy emotion that weighed on her heart and she turn over to look at him. She was almost scared by what she saw.
His dark blue eyes shone with a loving fervour she wasn't accustomed to, and the girl found herself moving backward from her fiancé. "The storm's over." She whispered lamely, swallowing quietly and letting out a long breath. Her fingers loosened from his and she pulled her arm to her side as if in slow motion.
Ranma looked confused and hurt, then sat up in embarrassment. "Yeah. Nearly." He said carefully, suddenly irresolute and tense in the new situation. "I guess." He added, trying to think of something, anything to give him time to figure out what had just turned the moment around. A crease of worry and fear dipped in his brow and the pigtailed boy rose quickly. "I guess I'll go get some more wood for the fire then-" He mumbled, pushing the paper door open the rest of the way and heading for the front door.
Panic shot through Akane's breast and she reached out a hand to him, as if to pull him back to her, though he was too far to touch. "Ranma!" She called, her eyes asking him more questions than he could answer.
He stopped and turned in one smooth movement and searched her imploring face, a spark of hope gurgling up in him. "Huh?" He asked, aiming for indifference. Her hand dropped, along with the boy's heart, and she looked away toward the floor.
"Nothing." She murmured, her bottom lip quivering slightly. She forced herself to turn her face back up, and immediately wished she hadn't.
Ranma's jaw tightened in anger and she could hear him struggling to even his breathing. "Fine." He said, his voice hard and tight.
He broke out of the room, his pale furious face showing whiter against his long black hair, his dark, fierce eyes blazing, his hands clenched, every respect of his demeanor looking frightening in the convulsions of his fury.
He hurried out the door, slamming it in his wake, making Akane flinch beneath the heavy coverlet. Her dark brown eyes fogged up, and she felt the tears threatening to fall. She sucked in a breath sharply and squeezed her eyelids closed tightly. "Don't you dare cry, Akane Tendo-" She growled at herself, her voice ragged and sorrowful. "Don't you dare-"
Salty droplets trickled down her cheeks, her crying muffled by her hands pressed to her face.
Outside the house, Ranma leaned against the wall, listening to his fiancée's wretched sobs. He ran a hand through his bangs, cursing himself a million times. "Why do I always have to make her cry-?" He croaked, his dry throat closing in on the words. The anger had washed from his body soon after he'd heard the demand she'd made of herself, and failed in.
"Damn! Damn! Damn!" The pigtailed boy slammed his fist against the wooden boards of the house, splintering the timber. He fell to his knees in defeat; strong shoulders slumped.
That moment when they'd kissed had been so perfect, how had things gone wrong? Had he botched it by not showing Akane how he felt? Had he moved too fast? Or did the fault lie not only with him, but with them both?
For the very first time in his life, Ranma was completely and totally terrified out of his mind. He was in love. And it was already proving to be the hardest battle he would ever fight. The worst part was, he seemed to always be combating himself. This was love. Real love. The kind that sneaks up and kicks you in the backside, then laughs at your discomfort outright.
It wasn't something you ever saw coming, it was electric, igniting in your heart and traveling through your body till it met your soul and let you know that there's no turning back.
The pigtailed boy closed his eyes wearily, hating Akane and loving her at the same time, which was usually how love worked.
"Ranma!" The girl burst suddenly from the entrance of the house and hurried down the porch steps and out into the yard with incredible speed. She stood in the middle of the courtyard, the wet dirt and grass sticking to her bare feet. "Ranma!" She cried out into the dim darkness of night, the scent of disappearing dampness from the past rainstorm carrying on the wind across her face. "Ranma! Please!" She called out, not quite sure what the meaning of her words was, "Please!"
"Right here." He choked out, mimicking his earlier words to her; stepping from the murky shadows at the wall of the house. He couldn't speak further.
She twirled about to face him, her face streaked in wet lines, her breath emerging in short, uneven gaps. A look of fright masked her delicate features and she clenched her hands at her sides tightly, silent except for her inhalation. Then she swallowed and she appeared to be overcome with shame, or it may have been that other, more agitating thoughts overpowered and scared her, for she began to weep bitterly, small fists rubbing at her eyes futilely. A strangled noise was the only thing she could manage.
Standing unmoving for a moment, the pigtailed boy processed the image before him. Then did the only thing he could. He advanced slowly and shyly, with something a bit deprecatory in his air, a lathy figure, a tall walk, and a very gentle and even heartbroken look on his pale, heart-shaped face.
He took her in his arms, warming her small, cold body with his own. "Shh." He soothed, running the back of his hand gently down her cheek. "I won't leave you." The words sounded far away and he suddenly realized they were true. He wouldn't leave Akane, for anything in the world.
Her face turned up to stare at him, searching for the truth. Ranma smiled down at her, his mouth small and boyish, the edges upturned in the way that only his could. She grasped his face in hers hands and pressed her lips firmly against his, scared and anxious for his reaction.
His hands settled on her waist slowly, drawing the girl's body only slightly closer, then releasing her as the kiss ended. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out.
"Promise?" She asked, running one slender, tapering finger across his bottom lip. Her velvety brown eyes implored him tenderly.
Ranma felt another smile appear, this one larger than the last, and nodded gently. "Yes." He said softly.
Akane stepped back from him, stretching willowy, firm arms above her head. "Good." She said plainly, staring up at the moon. Her toes curled in delight and she giggle gently despite herself. "Very good." Her eyelids shut and she clasped her hands behind her back, sighing through half-opened lips. It was a soft sigh, barely audible, but meant more than most mortal words.
The pigtailed martial artist watched her carefully, his face gentle and warm from the kiss. "Why?" He asked, knowing full well the answer.
"Just is." She replied, not looking at him; he had a feeling her audacity had passed and she was blushing in the blackness of the night. He heard her 'mmm' faintly as she massaged her right shoulder. Her face was glowing in the faint light from the celestial body above them.
He paused by the moonlit girl a few minutes more, then walked to the steps, standing for a moment, looking along the shadowy forest, then returned to the glow of the room, in which the pleasant perfume of tea prevailed.
Ranma took out the small pot and boiled some water over the irori fireplace, watching the flames lick the bottom of the kettle, blackening it. Then, poured himself a cup and dipped the leaves in.
The shorthaired girl stepped into the living room, and moved to tip water in a cup for herself, then sat quietly beside her fiancé. She sipped a little, drew her brows slightly together to collect her thoughts, and then looked up with a wondrous solemn face to begin. "I love you, Ranma." She said quietly, a sincere and frightened sound. "I love you. But I don't know what that changes between us."
Looking into his glass, he mused, stirring the tea leisurely. "Changes?" His eyes stared into her soul then turned back to the cup. "I think it speaks for itself." Akane looked confused, cupping her glass in tightly bunched hands. The boy's face softened. "Let it happen." He murmured, placing his tea on the floor and reaching for her.
His arm slipped around her delicately curved shoulders and he pressed his forehead against her temple, picking up his cup with the other hand.
She nodded vaguely and turned her face to press her small nose into the soft flesh beneath his jawbone. "Okay."
Author's Note: Okay, I know you guys must be SOOOOOOOOOOOOmad at me, so PLEASE, forgive me just this once!!! I beg of you!!! *holds hands up in a pleading manner, her eyes tearing up* I was working on this, then my computer crashed, three times no less! Seriously!!! Then, I had to start it all over again and I wanted it to be just like the way I had first started writing it, but it was really hard to remember. For those of you who are writers also and are reading this, you know what I mean. How sometimes you get into a really inspires state and if you try to replicate it at any other time it's near impossible. Well, needless to say, I was completely and totally frustrated and so I decided to start all over again on a completely different level. I got pretty inspired on this chapter version also, and it seems that I made it quite emotional and raw. Which, to be perfectly frank, I really wanted to do, but couldn't manage before. I was sticking to the whole, "hey, they're in love, and this is fanfiction, so I'm not going to give them any real problems" type thing, which I usually put in my stories, as they are fairly light-hearted and uplifting (or so I'm told by you wonderful, beautiful people). So, I hope you like this chappie, I know it's rather mature, meaning it's dramatic in a guttural way.
My friend Tim told me that he noticed that my writing has been getting more serious as of late, well, he was right. But have no worries! It is more focused solely on this story, which is more adult than the others. I will always revert back to the happiness which I love to recline in while I'm writing, so if you are hoping for stories which are more humorous and care-free like "Wanna' Bet?!" or "Fence- Walking", expect more. But as this has two more chapters to it (maybe even an epilogue) please read and enjoy!!!
Okay, that's the answer to the questions I've had the most frequently, here's another one. Am I male or female. I am a girl, yes. So, don't feel nervous about mentioning my gender, as some of you have expressed to me your insecurities in the lack of knowledge of my gender, I am supplying you with it as of now. No more stress, please! I am ALWAYS happy to hear from reviewers, be they praising or dissing, your thoughts mean a lot to me. So please, e-mail me, review my stories, whatever you like!
Yes, in response to another question, I AM writing a book. Unfortunately it is not Ranma 1/2 , as I'm sure Rumiko Takahashi would not be pleased in learning that I was using her copyrighted material, if I were that is. Hopefully, it will be finished and put out on the market soon. Sorry, I can't give anything away. Okay, fine, yes, it does have romance in it! Jeez! Pry it out of me! Just kidding.
Okay, I hope that has satisfied your thirst for replies! Feel free to ask me any other questions, well, except for my address. LOL. If you want to read any of my other stories, click on my name and you will get a listing of titles. Click on whichever you would like to read, and please tell me what you think!!!! Thank you so much for everything! I love you guys soooooooooo much! XXXOOO! Mwah!
Love,
Your Lady,
Crystal_V_Princess ;P
P.S. Sorry for leaving out the "Dedications" last time!!! I remembered you though!! Truly!!!!