Obsessed

Summary: Somebody's been sending Akane strange letters and it's beginning to scare her. Can Ranma find out who this 'admirer' is before something happens to Akane?

Author's Note: First Ranma 1/2 fanfic that I will not delete! No matter what!

Disclaimer's Note: I do not own Ranma 1/2 if I did… I would be in Japan making more of the hilarious episodes.

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"Akane! Can you get the mail please?"

Nodding, the short, blue-haired girl ran towards the mailbox. She shifted through the envelopes and eyed a large package addressed to her.

"Hey Kawaiikune! What's takin' so long?" Akane's pig-tailed fiancé taunted as he hung from a branch on a tree.

"Ranma, you're a jerk, you know that? By the way, you look like a monkey!" she said calmly, a strained smile on her face.

Inside the house, she placed the rest of the mail on the table by the dining room. Rushing to her room, she opened her package and took out several photos of herself. She narrowed her eyes as she examined them one by one. They were photos of her when she was in training; when she was in school; when she was changing.

There was only one name that came up to her mind when she finished looking through dozens of photos.

Nabiki.

She ran to her sister's door and knocked abrasively. "Nabiki, I've got a bone to pick with you," she said impatiently.

Her sister opened the door and leaned on the frame. Her short brown hair was tussled as if she had just woken up from a nap.

" Something I can help you with, sister dear?"

" I thought the ¥30,000 a month was enough to make you stop taking photos of me?" Akane asked angrily, shoving the photos of herself in Nabiki's hands.

Nabiki looked at them and frowned.

"I didn't take these," she said. " Since your engagement to Ranma, the only taker was Kuno… but since we started dating, he hasn't asked for them anymore. Besides, they're so unstylish and amateur."

Akane wrinkled her brows as Nabiki handed the photos back to her, closing her door. Akane checked them again, this time comparing one to Nabiki's masterpiece. The one that she had taken of her in her bridal gown. She had to admit, that the photos that were sent to her were not at all artistic. More like it had been taken with an unsteady hand.

There were also dates on the pictures. Nabiki never placed dates on them. If any of her buyers knew it was an old photo, they wouldn't buy it.

Confused, Akane returned to her room and sat on her desk. She searched the package for any kind of clue or sign as to who sent them. There was no return address, and her name was type-written.

She felt inside the folder and found a note. As she read the note, she began to panic. Nothing scared Akane, except for horror movies… but other than that, Akane always managed to stay calm.

Pictures don't compare to the real thing

Whoever this creep was, he was scaring Akane more than Saffron ever did. Akane could deal with Saffron, he was real and he was dead.

'Who…who would send something like this to me?' she wondered

"Akane! You have a phone call!"

Hearing Kasumi's voice, Akane rustled downstairs, clutching the note in her hand. She took the hand held from her eldest sister, smiling gratefully.

"Moshi moshi?"

" A melodious voice to match that porcelain face. Pictures just cannot justify your beauty, Tendo Akane."

Akane felt cold. The voice sounded so familiar. Where did she hear that voice?

" Who is this?" she demanded, her heart beating a mile a minute.

" Just say… I'm an admirer- who is no longer content to just watch."

Akane was about to yell at the caller when he hung up, leaving Akane to listen to a dial tone. Akane shook with anxiety and fear, something about that voice was so familiar, yet she couldn't quite place who it was.

"'Kane-chan… what is it?" Kasumi asked, holding a bowl in her hands.

Akane looked at her sister and blinked before she placed the phone back on its hook. Ranma was sitting in the living room watching television, so it couldn't have been him.

"Akane… what's wrong? You're shaking!"

Ranma turned around and glanced at Akane, worried for her safety. Akane shook her head and smiled.

" I'm fine… I just… need to get a glass of water," she said, her throat feeling dry. Ranma frowned and looked at the phone. He noticed the piece of paper and read it.

His eyes widened with shock then narrowed with anger. He silently made his way to Akane's room and browsed through the pictures, with only one thought it mind: Protect Akane, or die trying.

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Author's Note: for a Ranma fic… this doesn't seem to fit in the category ne? It's scary and stuff… I was watching a movie and it just popped in my brain!