Author's Note:
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C h a p t e r IV - Freeloaders Aren't Jealous
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Akane tossed and turned in her bed. Godammit, why was it so hard to get to sleep? She considered getting a glass of milk, but she soon decided against it. She had had a horrible day, and she needed to think. Perhaps THAT was why she couldn't sleep.
She thought about she'd almost...ALMOST cried over Ranma after school, and how he'd hurt her by throwing up at her new dress which - and Akane would never admit this to herself - she had bought mainly to impress Ranma.
But there was also him.
Akane felt that she was making that pronoun very sweet by calling him simply 'him'. But then, he too, had been sweet to her.
She had first met him after school, in that bout of weakness for Ranma, and he had by coincedence turned up at the Tendo Dojo afterwards.
He had wanted lessons. Lessons! Akane rolled over in glee. The Tendo Dojo hadn't had a student ever since she was born. Her sisters had no interest in martial arts whatsoever, and Akane was the only Tendo who had actually used the Dojo, unless you counted Kasumi's large teaparties which often took place there.
Akane frowned. She was getting off the subject. Her thoughts fluttered back to 'him'. He was kind, and gentle, and Akane could barely believe that he of all people needed martial arts lessons. He looked like a fairy-tale hero, and Akane half expected him to be one.
Akane yawned. Tomorrow...
Tomorrow she would get to know Hiro better.
She sleepily punched her pillow, while catching a fleeting vision of Ranma in her mind.
Ranma stared straight ahead at the ceiling. It looked so blank. Genma peacefully snored in panda-form beside him, and Ranma scowled. "Shut it, old man," he muttered.
Ranma recalled angrily that Akane had lavished exuberant affections upon Hiro, who joined the Dojo today. Genma and Soun were all up for the money- making side of the deal, and Kasumi thought him a charming young man. Happosai was of the opinion that Hiro could be horny when he felt like it, and Nabiki didn't care either way.
Ranma clenched and unclenched his fists. Why was he angry, anyway? He didn't like that uncute girl anyway. He had others, like Shampoo and Uuchan and Kodachi.he sat up straight and gasped. What was he thinking?
He glanced around him uneasily, and wondered if this was another one of the freaky things that happened in his life. Maybe Happosai had cast another spell? Perhaps Shampoo and her hapless Chinese spells had something to do with this? Ranam sighed. Those stupid, 3000-year-old Chinese spells were so dilapidated and old, they didn't work half the time.
Ranma sighed yet again, and lay back down. Things were way too confusing at the moment. Maybe he'd know better after a good breakfast.
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C h a p t e r IV - Freeloaders Aren't Jealous
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Akane tossed and turned in her bed. Godammit, why was it so hard to get to sleep? She considered getting a glass of milk, but she soon decided against it. She had had a horrible day, and she needed to think. Perhaps THAT was why she couldn't sleep.
She thought about she'd almost...ALMOST cried over Ranma after school, and how he'd hurt her by throwing up at her new dress which - and Akane would never admit this to herself - she had bought mainly to impress Ranma.
But there was also him.
Akane felt that she was making that pronoun very sweet by calling him simply 'him'. But then, he too, had been sweet to her.
She had first met him after school, in that bout of weakness for Ranma, and he had by coincedence turned up at the Tendo Dojo afterwards.
He had wanted lessons. Lessons! Akane rolled over in glee. The Tendo Dojo hadn't had a student ever since she was born. Her sisters had no interest in martial arts whatsoever, and Akane was the only Tendo who had actually used the Dojo, unless you counted Kasumi's large teaparties which often took place there.
Akane frowned. She was getting off the subject. Her thoughts fluttered back to 'him'. He was kind, and gentle, and Akane could barely believe that he of all people needed martial arts lessons. He looked like a fairy-tale hero, and Akane half expected him to be one.
Akane yawned. Tomorrow...
Tomorrow she would get to know Hiro better.
She sleepily punched her pillow, while catching a fleeting vision of Ranma in her mind.
Ranma stared straight ahead at the ceiling. It looked so blank. Genma peacefully snored in panda-form beside him, and Ranma scowled. "Shut it, old man," he muttered.
Ranma recalled angrily that Akane had lavished exuberant affections upon Hiro, who joined the Dojo today. Genma and Soun were all up for the money- making side of the deal, and Kasumi thought him a charming young man. Happosai was of the opinion that Hiro could be horny when he felt like it, and Nabiki didn't care either way.
Ranma clenched and unclenched his fists. Why was he angry, anyway? He didn't like that uncute girl anyway. He had others, like Shampoo and Uuchan and Kodachi.he sat up straight and gasped. What was he thinking?
He glanced around him uneasily, and wondered if this was another one of the freaky things that happened in his life. Maybe Happosai had cast another spell? Perhaps Shampoo and her hapless Chinese spells had something to do with this? Ranam sighed. Those stupid, 3000-year-old Chinese spells were so dilapidated and old, they didn't work half the time.
Ranma sighed yet again, and lay back down. Things were way too confusing at the moment. Maybe he'd know better after a good breakfast.