See You at the Show

By Kalio

Disclaimer: I don't own Ranma ½, sadly... This non-profit, so don't sue. I also don't own some of the punk songs that may be used in here. (I'll point them out title and artist) I think that's it for not mine... oh, clothing brands... don't own any of them, either. If I forgot something, then standard disclaimer for that, too. This disclaimer goes for the entire fic, not just this chapter.

A/n: Been wanting to do this one and my friend gave me the 'Write it! Now!' go ahead, I decided to start on it. It is AU: alternate universe, and therefore the chars maybe a little bit ooc, but that's because they're from a different cannon, got it? Oh, and this takes place in the U.S. Ranma and Akane both being somewhat normal American teens. They could be Japanese-Americans, if you want to get specific, but that has no importance in my fic. Oki, read on.

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Akane stared at her self in the mirror. Shoulder length black hair with red highlights, earrings in both ears, and a right lobe piercing, black watch, at least two dozen bracelets, 7 rings, two necklaces, Role Model hoodie, some unknown brand of guy shorts, and Vans skate shoes. Not bad, she thought. She hoped that she wouldn't look out of place at the show, but then again, since she wore something similar to school everyday without too many stares, she should fit right in a local punk show.

This would be her first local show, and since she was going with her friends Kris and Shelly, it couldn't be too bad. After all, she had survived going to Vans Warped Tour, and loved it. Kris and Shelly wanted to start a band with her and maybe do some local gigs. It was a great thought, but the bass she had bought didn't get played as much as she would like.

Her thoughts were interrupted, however, when Kris and Shelly showed up. 'Ready?' Kris asked. Akane smiled.

'Yeah. I think so.'

***

Kris, Shelly, and Akane pushed their way into the small Italian restaurant, 'Verona's', it was called. It wasn't hard to get into, but the particular band playing was pretty hardcore, and the slamdancing took up most of the general floor. Not wanting to get crushed, the girls tried to walk around them, pushing a few back into the mass. They found a booth in the back to put their jackets down. They didn't bring purses, because they wouldn't be very easy to keep track of, and kept their money in their pockets.

When the current band had finished, the new had to set up, and most people piled out of the small venue, to get some air. Shelly suggested that they move toward the front so they could see the next one better, and so they did.

Akane watched the group set up the drum equipment, which took the longest. She didn't play drums, but she had to drool over the set. Orange county drums were really good quality, and the amount of cymbals the drummer had were amazing. Shelly only had one crash/ride, and a high-hat. When she figured out it was going to be a while because they hadn't put up any mics, yet, she told Kris she was going to go order some coffee.

She got in line, looking at the flavors. 'I like the Hazelnut, personally.' Turning around, she found a guy with a pigtail looking at her. About her age, he looked very into the whole scene. Plaid pants with zippers on them, converse shoes, and a black sleeveless shirt made Akane wonder where his nose piercing was.

'I'm allergic to Hazelnuts.' The man smiled.

'Too bad. In that case, I'd go for the french vanilla. I'm Ranma.' Akane gave him a weak smile.

'Akane.' She turned around and ordered, as he tried again.

'Looking forward to Anything Goes?'

'Oh, you mean the next band? I've never heard them.' Ranma smiled.

'Well then, you're in for a treat. They're awesome, but they seriously need to get rid of their singer guy, well, the one that plays guitar, too. He's a retard.'

'Oh? He can't be that bad.'

'Trust me... such a moron.' Akane paid for her coffee, and took a sip.

'Well, I'll just have to judge for myself, then, shall I? Excuse me.' She headed off towards her friends. Ranma laughed.

'Yep, he's a moron,' he said somewhat to himself.

***

'What took you so long, 'kane?' Akane sighed.

'Some guy wanted to talk to me. So when is this thing getting going again?' Shelly looked around.

'Well, they're waiting on their guitarist and vocalist.' Akane raised her eyebrow.

'Really? That guy in line just told me he was an idiot.' Kris picked up.

'Hey, there he is. Isn't he cute, Akane?' Akane watched in amazement as Ranma set down his coffee, picked up his guitar, and stepped up to the mic.

'Sorry to keep you waiting, guys. Needed my caffeine fix.' He winked at Akane. 'Ready to rock?' Akane just stared as the crowd, that had basically materialized, responded.

***

'Aren't they great?!' Kris practically yelled in Akane's ear, as they finished a song. Akane nodded, not wanting to shout.

'Thanks, guys! Got time for one more, here it is. It's called Boy Crazy!' (NFG song! off their s/t)

'Some girls are crazy! Just listen to what I have to say about it. You've gotta watch out for the beautiful ones.' Akane saw his eyes flash in her direction. 'They'll twist your head right off your neck and laugh about it with their friends. That's just one night for them. They target you with their eyes and move with their lips... and it pulls you in. She shuts you down with her voice again and now, are you listening? This song goes out to girls that we haven't met just yet. This song's for stupid girls, who think that every boy is all about them, about them.

'These girls are crazy! Just listen to what I have to say about it. You've gotta watch out for the younger ones. They'll tightly wrap you around their fingers, and brag to all their friends. It's nothing but a game to them. They target you with their eyes and move with their lips... and it pulls you in. She shuts you down with her voice again and now, are you listening? This song goes out to girls that we haven't met just yet. This song's for stupid girls, who think that every boy is all about them, about them. Think you're on top of the world, when all the eyes are on you. Just wait until your heart breaks and you'll know how I felt when I wrote- this song goes out to girls that we haven't met just yet. This song's for stupid girls, who think that every boy is all about them, about them.

'Thanks for listening, guys!' The crowd started to disperse waiting for the next act, as Anything Goes started to disassemble their equipment. Akane finished her coffee as Kris and Shelly looked at her.

'What?' Akane raised an eyebrow. 'What are you looking at me like that for?'

'Why didn't you tell us you knew Ranma Saotome?!' Akane gave them a look.

'What makes you think I know him? I just meet him in the line for coffee.'

'Oh, com'on, Akane, do you think we're blind? Did you see the way he was looking at you? He's definitely interested!'

'Oh, whatever! Just cause he made a flavor suggestion doesn't mean he likes me!' Kris looked at her skeptically.

'Yeah, well that's not what we were talking about. Besides, we didn't even know about that.'

'Yeah, we just saw that wink he gave you!' Shelly added. Akane rolled her eyes.

'Like I'm the only girl he's ever hit on. If he's so cute, as you say, I'm sure all the girls flirt with him.'

'Not really, most of them get shot down. He's not that typical of a guy.'

'Right, well, whatever. I'm going to throw this away, before, what is it? The goons? start playing, okay?' They watched her walk away.

'Lucky...'

***

'You know, I don't think all girls are like that, you know?' Akane turned around, surprised to find Ranma behind her.

'Really. And how do you find them?' Ranma smiled.

'Mostly too forward, but I imagine that Mark's had his heart broken a few times... he wrote the lyrics for that song.' Akane looked over his shoulder to see Kris and Shelly pretending (badly) to be ignoring them.

'Forward, you say? Sounds like you know all about it.' Ranma smiled.

'Sorry, it's just, I find the tomboy thing intriguing.' Akane pursed her lips.

'Gee, thanks. I appreciate guys like you, dissing me to my face.'

'Hey, I'm just saying I think it's cuter when girls where clothing that's not skin tight. I'm sure it can't comfortable.'

'Yeah, whatever. My friends are waiting for me.'

'Alright. Hey, we're playing again on Wednesday at Jared's house. Private show, you and you're friends have an invite, if you're interested.' He handed her a flyer with directions, and smiled. 'See you at the show.'

A/n: Love it, hate it? Wanna See more? Tell me. No flames, but crit is okay. Review, because I won't post more if no one wants to see anymore.