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Chapter Ten: Akane
Ranma had liked the food I cooked him last night. It made me so happy. How his face looked as he went for more. He had this smile that made me feel proud about making him the meal. I had some too and I found it to be a bit bland. I don't know why Ranma said otherwise. I mean it was better than my usual, but it still wasn't good taste wise. He didn't bother to tell me that though and it disappointed me. I thought we were far enough into this relationship that he'd tell me at least that much.
I really do want a relationship with him though. I want to be his girl, his main squeeze. But every time I think that, and even try to make it happen, I just freak out. I just can't see me with him, but I want to be with him nonetheless. It's such a strange feeling I get around him these days. I don't know what it is, but I either want to beat him up, or kiss him. I want to hide from him and become invisible, but I also want him to always see me and watch over me. He makes me both secure, and vulnerable.
This morning I woke up early so I went to the kitchen and began to cook Ranma an omelet. I got Kasumi to help me out as well. I cooked it and all, but she told me what I needed and what to do. I made him a cheese, rice, and curry one. It doesn't sound good, nor did it taste great, but I'm sure he'll like it nonetheless. I mean he does eat almost anything I think. I patiently waited for him, but he was taking to long and I didn't like standing there waiting for him covered with egg on my face. So I ran upstairs and I went to the first room that was his, and I entered and sat next to him.
I looked at his face for a moment. He looked so cute, and I think I wouldn't mind actually waking up to his face. "Ranma." I touched his face softly and he didn't notice. "Wake up pervert!" I grabbed his futon and flipped him off of it onto his father who threw him back. Why did I call him pervert? I was the one watching him.
Ranma shook his head in confusion before looking to me. At first he was in anger, but when he noticed it was I he just became annoyed. "What was that for?"
"I want you to come eat the breakfast I made you." I said with a smile as he looked at me not knowing what to do. He was cute the face he has when I confused him.
"A breakfast? Made by you?" He quickly moved for the window, but I grabbed his shirt and pulled him back. "Ah! I was, er, only getting another shirt." The liar, his closet was to the side, and not by the window.
"Are you going to eat or not? I won't let you eat anything else this morning."
"Okay I'll eat it." Ranma said standing up. "What is it?"
"It's an omelet." I said as if I wanted the world to know. I stood up and grabbed his hand. His warm, and soft, yet strong hand. I began for downstairs as I felt my cheeks flush. I brought him to the table and left him there as I went into the kitchen to get his omelet.
"Akane." I turned to my sister Kasumi who was beginning to make breakfast for the rest. "Don't worry about it. He'll like it."
"Yeah. I sure hope so. I didn't try it yet," I said looking to the omelet. Still warm. "So I don't know what his reaction will be." I think I may be nervous, but I got to suck it up. "I hope he likes it." With confidence I left the kitchen, with food in hand, and I placed it before Ranma with a smile. "Dig in."
"Right." Ranma looked at the food I cooked him with care. He was inspecting it! That made me mad. I swear one day I'll be able to place food before him and he'll just eat it. That's what I hope at least. "It looks" He looked at me with a nervous sweat dripping from his face. "Great Akane." He sounded like he was lying, but I think the omelet came out right. I mean it was the right shape, and it looks like the ones Kasumi would make. I don't see a real difference between hers and mine.
"So eat up." I encouraged to him with a smile. "It's really good."
Ranma looked at me a long time before looking to the food and picking up a pair of chopsticks. "Okay then." Ranma ate the food quickly and swallowed as soon as possible. "Uh, it seems okay."
"Seems okay?" I said in frustration. I can't believe he said that. He could have elaborated. "Well, try some more and this time savor it." I said holding back my anger.
"Uh, right, right." He nodded nervously. He can't tell I love him, but he can tell when I'm pissed with him. "Here goes."
I watched as he ate the food slowly, he finally stopped and I saw a sort of smile across his face. "Well?" He looked to me with closed eyes as if evaluating the food. Great he's gonna be a critic, and he'll probably nag me about every little problem.
"Okay." Ranma said finishing the omelet. "Here's my opinion." He sat for a second judging my food as my hopes soared and I felt maybe even myself break a sweat. I was so worried over this.
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Wow. So I couldn't wait to put this chapter up. For it is my last until I get back to writing this. But that won't be so long of a time I hope. Maybe a week, or two. If a lot of people want it I'll bring more. And there is more. Especially Ranma's answer in his chapter. It won't be what you guys expect.
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