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Chapter One: A Usual Day? (Part One)
"RANMA NO BAKA!" came the usual cry of Nerima's craziest household.
Ranma Saotome was punted through the roof of the Tendo Dojo, with an equally usual:
"UUUNNNCCCCUUUTTTE TOOOOMBBOOOY!" and a perfect splash landing into the koi pond.
Ranma-Chan sat up spluttering in rage. "Better that, than getting poisoned." She huffed getting up and walking back into the house. Ignoring the red-faced Akane Tendo, who still held the now melting plate of blackened bubbling objects.
"Why does she want me to taste her cooking anyway!" she grumbled throwing off her clothes and diving in the bath, transforming back into his original, and to his mind, more comfortable boy shape. He ran a callused hand over his chest, over hard muscle that had just a second ago been soft skin.
What did I do to deserve this? he thought, must be some sort of karma thing.
He still felt weird about changing into a girl, he hated it when it happened at the most embarrassing of times, after so long he had learned to live with it, but he hardly used it for gain anymore, unlike some people, he thought as an image of snuggling pig drifted into his mind.
He dressed back into his red Chinese shirt and black karate trousers, and descended the stairs to finish eating, before his dad ate everything. He glanced once at Akane, her liquid brown eyes blazing at him, under a scowl, as he sat down between her and his father, in panda form.
The Tendo family were silent.
Kasumi was eating demurely, as always, her apron draped over her knees, Nabiki was looking over a clipboard and tapping out sums on a calculator, probably adding up the cost to the house repair, or adding up her payments from Kuno for pictures of his Akane and his 'pigtailed goddess', Ranma inwardly shuddered at that. While Soun Tendo was quietly balling about the schools never going to be joined.
Genma-Panda held up a sign {Tense in here isn't it?} he flipped it around, {Kasumi could you pass the noodles, please?}
"Of course," said Kasumi.
"Look I -"
"You what?" huffed Akane, cutting off Ranma's apology, "hated my cooking, don't like the way dress or look. You what, Ranma?"
Ranma sighed internally, then he looked straight into her brown eyes and said the second hardest thing to one person he truly considered that should have the title of his fiancée, he was not ready to tell her that yet, of course, "I'm sorry, about earlier."
He stood up, not wanting to look at Akane again for the moment, lunch was at an end and in a few hours they would be going into the heart of Tokyo, for the Chinese New Year, Soun having won tickets in prime place for the show, at the grandest hotel and also the finest rooms, "I 'pose, I better get packing." He left behind the Tendo family, the youngest of which was looking slightly stunned.
Ranma went through the clothes and other equipment in his backpack. He sorted through the different shirts he had gotten all that time ago, when they had gone to those cursed springs. He lifted out his camping equipment and then came upon a small Chinese box, it had been a gift from one his fleeting friends he had in that long training trip that had taken him over most of the globe and over most of his life. He opened it, to find the object he stored in its silk lining, sealed away from prying eyes.
A single lock of midnight blue hair tied with a yellow ribbon, his favourite colour he had discovered two years ago. He picked it up and ran his fingers unconsciously through the strands, as he thought over the past two years here at the Tendo Dojo, they had been nothing but chaos from start to end, most of his days were like this, just seemed follow him all around. But at least he would be able to get away from it for a while.
For a day, he could relax, not having to think about fiancées, rivals or madmen coming to ruin his day.
The Saotomes and the Tendos were ready to go to the Capitol, all their bags were packed with the two taxis, arranged through Nabiki's contacts, waiting to take them to the bullet train to the centre of Tokyo.
They arrived in the capital in record time, even with the bustling on the trains and the large amount of human traffic that bustled around them.
Genma and Ranma (much to their annoyance), again carried their and the Tendos suitcases and bags to the hotel.
Nabiki bringing more than a months worth of clothing, rather than a weekend worth.
While the Tendos had brought almost their entire wardrobes, the Saotomes had brought their travelling packs. All of which Ranma was now carrying toward the hotel, after his father had complained about his back, when that brought no sympathy, he then complained how unmanly his son was.
After a beating that earn Genma a black eye, his glasses strangely not broken during the assault, he then challenged his son to see how much he could carry.
Therefore, as they turned a final corner, Genma relaxed stretching his arms, while his son strained under the combined weight of carrying two worth of clothing.
"Humph!" said Akane for the thirtieth time, thinking she could carry just as much and thought Ranma was just showing off, as usual.
They arrived at the grandest hotel Ranma had ever seen. His jaw met the ground with a smack, as his grey-blue eyes took in the sight before him, Genma had the same look as his son. Nabiki looked only mildly impressed, while Kasumi was happier than usual, even Akane brightened up a bit. Soun was his usual balling self.
A bell boy came up to them, "Take your bags for you?" he asked.
"No, thank you," said Kasumi, brightly, "we can handle it." She pointed to Ranma, as Genma snickered, until Kasumi told him to carry some too.
They were shown into their rooms by the manager, who's smile seemed a little transfixed, it wasn't everyday you meet a family like this. The two adults dressed in gi's, a boy with a long pigtail dressed in red Chinese shirt, a calculating young woman, a slightly older woman acting like a housewife and a older girl dressed like a boy with short midnight hair.
Their was a short heated argument when it was discovered three rooms had been booked, two with two single beds, and one with a king sized bed.
"Daddy!" said Akane hotly.
"Pops!" growled Ranma, cracking his knuckles menacingly.
So rooms were swapped around, after a moment of tension which the manager quickly defused both Soun and Genma would have the double bed, while Akane and Ranma would share the double single bed room.
After a subdued dinner in the grand dinning room of the hotel, watching the chef work in front of them, another fight started between the engaged couple, as it was discovered P-Chan had somehow come along for the ride.
"Yer can't keep him 'ere, Akane," Ranma chided, "P-Brains a pet, and they don' allow'em."
"Then I'll hide him," P-Chan nodded curtly at that, snuggled in Akane's bosom.
"Look," Ranma growled, "if they find the little oiker, then we'll get tufted out, yer want that?"
"Of course not," Akane growled back, her face a shade pinker. "I'm a martial artist, I can hide anything anywhere."
P-Chan suddenly blushed at this, Ranma growled under his breath, "Little pervert." Then said aloud. "Fine. See I care if a tomboy like you gets thrown out on the streets of Tokyo over a pork-chop."
"Fine." Said Akane, later as she was unpacking, "and don't look at what I'm unpacking, you baka pervert."
"I'll leave you to it then," he turned and left the room, slamming door to their room behind him, before making sure he had the spare key to get back in again. Stupid clumsy tomboy, he thought, Can't she see its Ryouga, he has the same bandana for crying out loud, and she says it looks cute on the pig? Is she nuts?
Well if today's anything to judge by, tomorrow should be quiet interesting, he could have done without Ryouga here, as long as Akane kept him away from hot water, things shouldn't be too bad, the Chinese New Year was coming, maybe he would make a few resolutions to go with it.
Ranma walked over to his father's and Akane's father's room, a grin on his face as he knocked.
"Come," came Genma's curt reply, he was not happy about this, and Ranma could not have cared less about it.
"So, Mr. Tendo, Pops," he said on entering, "what yer got planned for tomorrow?"
"Well the main parade isn't 'til 12 o'clock," said Soun, not looking up from the Go board, that he and Ranma's father had set up on the double bed, they were dressed in their usual gis'. "so I thought it would be nice if we went out and saw the sights, the Tokyo tower, the markets, the usual shops."
"Yes, Tendo," also not looking away from the board, moving a piece to intercept one of Soun's moves, "maybe even pick up a few training manuals and try them out, what do you say, Ra -"
He got no further due to the foot mark suddenly ingrained on his face, Soun took that moment to stack the odds in his favour.
"No more crazy training, Pop," Ranma growled, "I just want one day where I don't have to worry about any of my problems, no the fiancées, the rivals and crazy loons kidnapping people."
"Oh, he cares about my little baby girl! WAAHH!!" Soun suddenly started weeping, Genma took this moment to retake the board.
"You people are impossible!" growled Ranma again, glaring. He slammed the door behind him.
He tried counting to ten to calm himself down. Then he decided twenty. After a further attempt he decided fifty.
Still with a slight frown on his face, he reached for the door handle of his and Akane's room. He stopped, and listened, nothing was going on inside, that meant that Akane was asleep with that P-Git.
A growl escaped him, he hated Ryouga, if only he turned into a newt, Ranma would have stepped on him by now.
He opened the door, sneaking through the dark, he found his bed and clicked on the bedside light. He undressed quickly, and shot a glance at Akane. He froze.
In the half dark on her side of the room, with her midnight black hair framing her sleeping face, it was the cutest vision Ranma had ever seen, a small smile unconscious lifted the side of his lips. Then his eyes ran down to what she held close to her chest. The smile down turned and his scowl was back. As long as it was only him, Ranma could handle tomorrow, just for her.
He turned in, and then glancing just once at her sleeping face, his smile stayed there as he drifted off in a deep sleep.
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Ranma was suddenly awoken by a bucket cold water being splashed in his err, now her face.
"Happy New Year, Son!" Genma stood over him, with a wide grin on his face, which soon changed to a grimace, when Ranma-Chan landed a foot in it. Thus began the usual early morning exercise of the Saotome family.
"Humph, Honestly!" said Akane, indignantly.
An hour or so later, when both Ranma-Chan and Genma, who Ranma had splashed back in revenge at some point, were back in their usual forms. The two families went into the grand central city of Tokyo. The hotel was set along the parade route, were they would have the best seats of the whole show, Nabiki's shrewd business skills had made sure of that with the manager of the hotel.
Ranma couldn't stop rubbernecking, jumping from one shop's window to the next in joy, he came upon Akane's raised eyebrow. Insults formed in his mind, he swallowed them hard, and managed to say, calmly. "What?"
"Nothing." She breezed passed him, her arm briefly touching his. Sending a slight pleasant thrill up his spine.
"What is you're problem today, 'Kane?" he asked turning towards her, she stopped. Ranma looked over at the Tendos who were engrossed in their shopping spree.
"It's been two years Ranma," she said, almost too quietly for him to hear, she turned on her heel, hiding her face, "but - but you have to decide, I know you don't want to hurt peoples feelings. By trying to do that though, you're hurting even more people, especial with all that's happened over the last couple of months." Ranma looked at his honour-bound fiancée, as she faced him again, her brown eyes were shimmering with unwept tears, he really hated it when she cried. It always killed him inside. The defensive insults that he had swallowed, died unsaid.
He knew what 'people', she was referring to, but he was damned if he was going to let this ruin his day, just for once, he was almost completely alone not to have to think about this fiancée stuff, tomorrow he was going to think over it, not today of all days.
"Akane, I can't just decide ri -"
"Isn't that just like the Cat Café back home?" said Kasumi, exclaimed.
Ranma jumped at the word 'cat', but crashed to the ground when a bicycle landed on his head.
"Ni ho!" said a purple haired Chinese girl, brightly.
"S-shampoo!" Ranma exclaimed, rubbing his head, Shampoo, dressed in a short micro-skirt and plunging top, glomped onto him with a small giggle, as Ranma froze. Akane growled loudly, cracking her knuckles.
"Airen!" shampoo purred, which upped Ranma's fear level. The yowls of cats and whooshing of mallets-o-Akane, taking over his mind.
"I'll just leave you to it then, shall I?" said Akane, walking away, nose up turned.
"'Bye, 'bye, violent girl!" Said Shampoo, cheerfully. Ranma was stuck in her vice like grip.
"Shampoo I love you!" said a voice from behind them, there was a crash then an "EEEK!" from Akane.
"Shampoo's behind you, you PERVERT!" WHAM! Mousse appeared in front of Ranma and Shampoo.
"Saotome, you thief of the heart," spat Mousse, finding a new pair of glasses, "unhand my fair Shampoo."
Ranma found himself in a real fix, but to his mind a fix was a thing to get out of, therefore a challenge. When a Saotome is challenged, they get cocky.
"Really," said Ranma, snidely, "you must be blind, Shampoo doesn't look blonde to me." He managed to get out of Shampoo's vice grip, just as Mousse released a blade attached to chain, which swung at him, as he flipped away. "I have no time for this!" he shouted, as another chain shot at him. "Will you quit it!"
"Not until Shampoo's heart belongs to me!" Mousse shouted back, "stop running you coward!"
Ranma grabbed Mousse's chain, as it shot between his legs, where his head had been a second earlier. He yanked on it, bringing Mousse to him face-to-face.
"I don't want to fight you, Mousse," Ranma growled, with barely contained fury, "all I want is a day, where my problems are left behind, just one stinking day, is that so much to ask for, you - irritating - Chinese - DUCK!" he pummelled Mousse in the face with his 'Chestnuts from a roasting fire' technique, not waiting for the answer.
"Stupid Mousse!" Shampoo called after the figure that sailed over the high rise buildings. She turned to Ranma, getting on her bike, and showing a little too much of what was under her short skirt. "Shampoo make something special for Airen later! Be back soon!" with the ring of the bell, she cycled off.
"Making 'something special for Airen,' eh, Saotome?" said Nabiki, imitating Shampoo's voice and grinning. "Better not let Akane hear about that." Ranma groaned.
"How much?" he said reaching into his pocket with a sigh.
"Why, Saotome," said Nabiki, grinning further, "it's as if you care about what my little sister thinks of you."
"I couldn't care less what that tom -" Came Ranma's automatic response.
"Are you coming, or are you going to hang around the street all day?" said Akane, cutting into his words, from out of no where.
"Yeah, alright, alright," Ranma grumbled, he followed Akane like a sheep, as she turned on her heel, annoyed once again.
After a moment, as Akane was checking through her backpack, as the two caught up with the rest, she said "Where's P-Chan, he was here a minute ago."
"Dunno, Don't care." Came Ranma's short reply, he turned missing her hurt expression and hurried up to the others, wanting to get away the obvious building argument that was to follow that harsh statement. They spent the rest of the day wandering around the shops, with usual break out of arguments, when it came to a clothes centre.
"- What would a Built like a brick macho chick like you want with a frilly dress?"
"Yeah," Nabiki, chipped into his tirade, "that's what Ranma likes to wear."
"Shuddup, Nabiki!" squawked Ranma, hotly.
BLAM! The distraction was enough and Akane's mallet landed on him again.
Soun began sobbing, Genma yelled at Ranma to nicer to his fiancée, Nabiki smirked, Kasumi "Oh, my!"ed and Akane shook with anger, while Ranma had dazed expression on his face, as all of them were politely but firmly asked to leave.
Just a usual day for the residence of Nerima, and a weird one for the city of Tokyo.
With Ranma and Genma again landing themselves with everyone's shopping, as they entered the hotel, Akane had brought a load of various clothing items, for which he got another mallet over the head with a loud "HENTAI!", as he accidentally dropped one of them spilling the contents over the corridor floor.
Grumbling under his breath, as he handed over the bags to Akane and lay his few modestly bought items on his bed, he looked over at Akane, who had her back to him.
Her back was straight and her shoulders tense, as she unpacked the bags and neatly folded the items onto the bed. Ranma sort out his own things and glance over at Akane again, the tension surrounding her was thickening the air in the bedroom, it would be easy to cut it with a katana.
"Um, Akane," started Ranma, Akane's back tensed even more. Ranma winced, he hated seeing her like this, why was he the only cause of it.
"What?" she said, Ranma could imagine her face filled with rage and pain, even close to tears.
He stepped around his bed and put a hand on her shoulder, she flinched, but after a moment, she turned around to look him in the face, unshed tears rimmed her caramel brown eyes.
"Sorry about earlier," he said, looking at his feet, uncomfortably, a weight seemed to have collapsed on his shoulders. He turned and walked to the door.
"Ranma." He turned on his heel to look at his fiancée, she was smiling slightly, the weight eased a little. "Thanks."
Ranma smiled in returned and then left the room. He needed to think.
Ranma ended up on the roof of the hotel, where he could spy over the entire area of Tokyo, he looked over it with a wide grin on his face. This soon vanished, when he thought over the events of the day.
He had hoped to avoid contact with any of his fiancée's but it hadn't lasted, Shampoo was here as well as Mousse and that meant Cologne too. It should not have been a problem for him, but Ranma had little or rather no time to just sit and think about things. It's not like I have all the time in the world, he thought sourly. I wish they would leave me -
"RANMA SAOTOME, PREPARE TO DIE!" yelled the bandana clad boy, umbrella held out in front of him, ready to impale the bane of his existence.
Ranma gritted his teeth and forced a cheery grin, "Hey P-Chan, what took ya?" he said, as he caught the point of the umbrella and spun Ryouga 'The Lost Boy' Hibiki onto his head.
"You've insulted Akane for the last time, Ranma," he threw a punch, Ranma easily dodged. "now you die."
"Ah, come on," said Ranma, teasingly, "you can do a better insult that that surely."
"Cowardly bastard!" he roared, ax kicking to Ranma's head which suddenly was not there anymore "fight me properly. 'Fraid you'll lose Akane to me, if you fight for real."
Ranma's eyes narrowed to slits, as he grabbed Ryouga's incoming gut punch, "GET - LOST - YOU - BAKA!" he shouted.
Throwing a punch that sent Ryouga into a wall, imbedding him there. Ranma glared at him for a moment then left muttering, "Jeez, why won't they leave me alone!" Ryouga passed out on the ground with a THUMP!
A few hours later, as everyone got ready the party, for the New Year had begun.
"Well, I'm going to enjoy myself," said Ranma, with a firm expression as the two families headed into the streets. "I still cannot believe I didn't beat Nabiki at that game!" he groused.
"Oh, come on Ranma," Nabiki chided, "no one likes a sore looser."
"Nabiki's been playing Monopoly a lot longer than you Ranma," said Akane, with a small smile, "Maybe you'll beat her next time. Still, it could be worse right?"
Suddenly there was a commotion half way down the street.
"I wish you hadn't said that, Akane," said Ranma with a sigh, as a bokken was thrust in his face. "Hey, Kuno."
"Saotome, you cur," said Kuno, "How dare you flaunt you're degenerate ways in front of the noble Akane Tendo."
"What did he just say?" said Ranma, aside to Akane.
"I have no idea." Shrugged Akane.
"I really don't want anything to do with you right now, Kuno," grunted Ranma, avoiding the bokken that was thrust at his head again. "Can't we continue this tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow is merely another day, wretch," yelled Kuno, "but today I shall see the noble Akane and the sweet pigtailed girl set free from your vile clutches."
"Jeez," said Ranma, jumping over a vicious thrust to his stomach, "what is it with you people? You don't ever listen to me -" Ranma backed off down an alleyway, to avoid any of the crowd being hit by the stick wielding maniac, "I never forced anything on anyone, ever!"
"HOHOHOHOHO!"
"Oh, GOD, no!!!" squeaked Ranma, as a black ribbon wrapped around his torso and pulled him backwards away from Kuno and into the waiting arms of Kodachi Kuno.
"Ranma-sama!" she declared, brightly squeezing the life out of him, "you have come into my waiting arms once again!"
"Not willingly!" Ranma almost shrieked at the loony gymnast.
"SAOTOME!" yelled Kuno. "Unhand my sister!"
"I ain't got no hands to unhand, moron!" said Ranma, stopping the bokken from calving him in two with his feet.
"So clever my darling." Grinned Kodachi, as Kuno was shock at his thrust being stopped so easily.
Kuno dropped his bokken with a growl and started to straggle Ranma.
"GACK!"
"Look when you're watering the plants, will you!"
SPLASH!
"Oh, pigtailed girl, I love you!" said Kuno, his arms suddenly around her waist, as Kodachi switched from her death-grip hug to a death-grip straggle hold.
"Die, vile witch!" screamed Kodachi.
"GACK!" was all Ranma-Chan could say to the Kuno siblings' stupidity.
It took Ranma-Chan, almost half an hour to escape the Kuno's clutches, her neck was raw from the straggling at Kodachi had dealt out. If it hadn't been for the loosening of the ribbon as Ranma-Chan changed, she would never have slipped out of it and tied Kuno's hands and brought him over her head as she fell, slamming him into Kodachi. She didn't hit girls if he could help it, but sometimes the rules had to be bent a bit.
She joined the Tendos, getting a reproofing look from Akane and a smirk from Nabiki.
Ranma-Chan glared at both of them, giving a longer glare to Nabiki.
"You set that up, didn't you, Nabiki?" she glared at the middle Tendo sister, who just smirked again.
"Set what up, Saotome," said Nabiki, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"I mean the Kuno's," said Ranma-Chan, "how else could they know where I was?"
"Yeah, sis," said Akane, reproachfully of her sister, "why bring the Kuno's here, they're only a nuisance."
"So," said Nabiki, "looks like the trip is going a little smoother."
"What's that suppose to mean?" said Akane, glaring.
"You sticking up for you're fiancée," smirked Nabiki again, "quiet a change, been up to something we don't know about?"
"Nabiki!" said Akane, hotly. When she saw Ranma-Chan's face turn red she added, with a mallet of course, "YOU PERVERT!" as Ranma-Chan went flying she felt something against her leg. "Oh, there you are P-Chan, I've been so worried!" the pig sniggered.
Ranma-Chan managed somehow to land head first into a pot of boiling water, with a shriek that turned to a guttural yell, Ranma jumped up and ran out the door of the soup kitchen, his head steaming all the way.
The festival was on its way. Party streamers were in the air and the dragons danced their way down the street with the various floats following on behind them. the procession lasted a whole three hours, as it became dark and the crowd moved in waves, with a push and shove of several people and the cry of "PERVERT!" or "HENTAI!" and "FLAT-CHESTED!" or "TOMBOY!", followed by the usual BAM! or WAP!, the fireworks started and all that could be heard was the small explosions of light and the delight of the crowd.
Night took the city of Tokyo.
Chinese lights lined the streets, as the two families walked silently through the streets. Even though this was meant to be a dangerous city to live in, or even to breathe in, Ranma could not help but feel secure here. He did not know where the feeling came from, it was just there.
He sneaked a look at Akane, as she walked beside him. He let out a little sigh. Of all the things he wished, he wished they could get along, not how their father's wished they would, but simply as friends that would be enough for him. If only they -
"Hey, Ranchan! Over here!" half of Ranma smiled, while the other half grimaced.
Ukyou was here, his best friend, but also another fiancée thanks to his old man.
"Hey, Ucchan." Turning to her with a smile.
Ukyou stood in her usual boyish clothing, a white ribbon in her hair tying back and away from the hot tray around her neck as she dished out okonomiyaki ten to the dozen at the crowd, her hands blurring, but her attention was fixed with a smile on Ranma.
Ranma internally grimaced, so Ukyou was here to, probably Nabiki again. Ukyou was the most persistent of his fiancées, believing that in the end she would get her man. Who did she think she was a Mountie or something?
"Hungry, hon?" she asked, slopping batter expertly onto the hotplate in front of her.
"Nah, I -" his stomach growled, betraying him, heard even over the noise of the partying crowd.
"One Ranma special coming up," grinned Ukyou.
"Spatula Girl! What you do here?" chirped Shampoo, latching onto Ranma, the okonomiyaki half stuck in his mouth where it was flung by Ukyou.
"Hey! Leggo of my Ranchan will ya!" yelled Ukyou, tray on the floor and giant spatula in hand.
"He not your Ranchan!" Shampoo screamed, hurting Ranma's ears. "He my Airen!"
"He outta here." Ranma supplied, slipping from Shampoo's distracted grip, as the two girls square off.
Ranma tumbled into the crowd, as the screaming match continued behind him.
Avoiding being seen by both of the Kunos' as Kuno was hacking at a straw donkey with shouts of "DIE, SAOTOME! DIE!" and Kodachi throwing out black rose petals at various people with "HOHOHOHOH! RANMA-SAMA, WHERE ARE YOU? OHOHOHOHOHOH!"
While walking straight past Mousse who was hugging a complete stranger and confessing his unconditional love to them.
He lost himself in amongst the various stalls and crowds that flitted around the area, enjoying the night festivities unlike him, of course. Ranma passed by two robed figures that seemed to be surrounded by fairies, but on a closer inspection, closer then the crowd could see, they were actually small light bulbs on apparatus strapped to the robed figures bodies.
It was there that he ran into someone he had not expected to see out so late.
"Oh, hi ya, Akane," he said with a half smile, as he saw her brown eyes lit up with the 'fairy' lights. "thought yer'd be with the others."
"I think there around somewhere," she said, looking around, she seemed to be avoiding his eye, "so what happened to you're girls?" she cocked an eyebrow.
Ranma winced, he knew that look, he could already visualise the mallet behind her back.
"Dunno," he said, "err, around somewhere. As for me, I'm gonna go back to the hotel," his face suddenly soured, "unless Nabiki told where we were staying.
"I wouldn't put it pass her," said Akane, with a rather grim smile, "Are sure you don't want to come and see the rest of the party?" she asked.
"Nah," said Ranma, despondently looking at his feet, "I'd only run into someone I don't want to talk too, I'll see you tomorrow, Akane."
"Well all right." Said Akane, as Ranma walked off.
Ranma was in two minds, either he could go with Akane and try and avoid all of them and enjoy a few minutes with her, or he'd run into all of them and by morning Akane would be madder than ever at him.
"Akane?"
Akane looked up as he turned, "Yes?"
"Err, nothing," said Ranma, finally, putting his hand behind his head in embarrassment, "Good night."
"Good night, Ranma." Said Akane and he left.
"Well," said Ranma to himself, as he got ready for bed back in the hotel, "at least she won't be angry at me in the morning."
After much tossing and turning. Ranma finally fell asleep, as the clock ticked on passed midnight.
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Ranma was suddenly awoken by a bucket cold water being splashed in his err, now her face.
"Happy New Year, Son!" Genma stood over him, with a wide grin on his face, which soon changed to a grimace, when Ranma-Chan landed a foot in it...
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Author's Original Note: Nani? Didn't this day happen before. I'll have the next chapter up soon, but it shouldn't be as long as this one... I don't think anyway.
Author's Revision Note (24/5/03): OK, It's been a while since my last update, sorry about that, a lot to do. However, you'll notice the changes I've made to some of the bits of the story, to make one or two points clearer, if they aren't tell me. Also I am trying it out in .HTML format, just to see if I get better results, than I did with using a .DOC. Please re-read (or if this is the first time you've seen this, read) and re-review (or review), and tell me what you think, other chapters will be updated soon(ish).
Ja ne!