Kayla the kawaii gurl says: OMG! SORRY!!!!!! I almost stopped writing this
fic for some strange reason! Sorry it's taken me sooooooo long to write
more. So, I hope this chapter is long enough. I had major writer's block,
and to tell you the truth, I still do. So I'm open for any and all
suggestions!
(Insert standard disclaimer here)
Chapter 6!
Ranma stood there, staring at Akane with wide eyes, mentally sending himself into LEO with one of Akane's disturbingly huge mallets. How could he have been so stupid? * You BAKA!!! *
A stomping sound made it's way to his ears and he looked up only to see Akane still standing there angry as ever. He laughed nervously as he placed his hand behind his head. "Eh heh . . .. What ever are you talking about?" Akane growled and stomped up to him.
"Ran-MA! Don't play dumb with me!"
Ranma panicked as Akane inched closer and closer to him. * Oh no . . . ohnoohnoohnoonho! * His eyes searched around the dojo for an exit, but his search was stopped by a pair of deep chocolate brown eyes that suddenly appeared in his line of vision. He swallowed loudly as he focused on Akane's angry face.
"Ranma."
He swallowed loudly again.
"Yeah Akane?"
"I'm waiting."
"Uh . . ." * Think stupid! Think think THINK! * "What was the question again?" Akane threw her arms up in frustration, never letting go of the contacts case. Growling loudly, she shot her free hand out, grabbing a hold of Ranma's white tank top, and pulled his face down to her eye level. "Look Ranma, do not play dumb with me. I know these are yours and I want an explanation of why."
Ranma stared at Akane again, something he found himself doing a lot of in the last ten minutes. Feeling pressure being added to his body, Ranma blinked himself back into reality only to find Akane closer than what she was a couple of seconds ago. "Ranma . . ."
"Akane? Are you still going to take a bath?"
Akane spun around only to find the eldest Tendo standing in the doorway of the dojo. Akane loosened her grip on Ranma as she completely turned to face her. "Hai nee-chan." "Okay, well you better hurry up before Nabiki jumps in." Akane smiled sweetly. "Hai!" Kasumi smiled back and disappeared from the doorframe.
Momentarily distracted by her sister's sudden appearance, Akane failed to notice Ranma crawling towards the door at full speed in a desperate attempt to escape her wrath. Unfortunately for Ranma, he had managed to crawl right into her line of vision.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Immediately he froze in his tracks and slowly turned his head around. Akane stood there, arms crossed over her towel-clad chest and staring right back at him. "Uh . . . I was just . . . uh . . ." Akane dropped her arms to her sides with a sigh, letting the cream-colored case fall to the floor with a clatter. "Why did you trick me like that Ranma?"
Ranma looked at the case on the ground. He moved to a seated position, shifting his gaze from the case to Akane's face. "What are you talking about?" Her face no longer held the mask of anger, but instead it held a mask of emotion that Ranma had never seen before. He tried to look her in the eyes, but she turned her head. Ranma fidgeted after catching a quick glance. Something in her eyes had told him that maybe, just maybe this time she was really hurt.
"A-Akane?" She looked at him and anger took hold of her face again. "I'm talking about your alter ego, Kana, Ranma. Why did you do it? You tricked me into believing that I had found a new friend! What were you planning to do? Sabotage my plan by winning the contest yourself?! I can't believe you! I finally find something that can prove how wrong you are about me and then as always you come along to ruin it!"
Ranma felt anger rise inside of him, making him jump up and glare at Akane as he argued back. "What are you talking about? I wouldn't waste my time trying to sabotage a stupid plan like yours! I could care less if you won or lost that dumb thing!" Akane took a step back and glared at him with the coldest gaze she could muster. "Okay then. If you don't care . . ." She walked past him towards the doorway, stopping to turn and face him,
"Then why'd you do it?"
Once again, Ranma was at a loss for words. He looked down searching for anything to answer her with but came up with nothing. The silence grew stronger and stronger as the minutes passed by. Akane's retreating footsteps brought life back to the room finally after what seemed like an eternity. "Where are you going?" Ranma said, surprising himself at the harshness that came with it. Akane turned in mid-stride, glancing over her left shoulder at the tall teenaged boy. "To take my bath, what else?"
With that she disappeared from sight, leaving Ranma behind with his thoughts.
" I think I've really done it this time."
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Akane scrubbed her hair furiously, trying to release the last of her anger that resided in her heart. "Stupid Ranma . . . that . . . PERVERT!" She said to herself in between scrubs. She reached for the small blue colored plastic bucket beside her and filled it with warm water, quickly dumping it's contents over her head. She shivered as the water ran down her back, taking with it the shampoo from her hair as well as her anger.
"Stupid jerk . . ."
She wiped her cheeks free of the mixture of tears and soapy water. "What am I crying for? It's all his fault." She stood and climbed into the warm water of the furo; leaning back she allowed her body to relax. "I should have known that he didn't really care. After all, why would he? I'm not as cute as Ukyo or Shampoo. AH! What am I saying? That's why I'm in this thing, to prove him wrong about me. But how can I when he doesn't even care?" She looked to her right, eying the bottle of shampoo she had recently used. "Shampoo . . ." she turned her head back to its original position. "Ukyo, and the rest of them . . . I can beat all of them . . ."
She stood and wrapped a new towel around her as she climbed out of the furo. Slowly she made her way to the mirror, wiping it free of the condensation that resided on it. She stared at her reflection for what seemed like forever to her.
"Right??"
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Ranma sat perched on the huge rock by the koi pond, deep in thought. Memories of a half hour ago came rushing to his mind. "I can't believe I said all of that." He straightened himself out from the curled position he was in and decided to lay on the grass instead. He stared at the night sky, watching as the many stars started making their entrances.
He was so confused. Akane was angry, no doubt. But she had the totally wrong idea about his reasons for entering, although he couldn't really blame her for thinking that way. He had to admit; at first he entered it to see if he was right about her plan. But when he got there and spotted Ukyo and Shampoo, he knew that they would try to do something. With that in mind he had decided to watch over her, like her guardian angel of sorts.
He sighed in frustration as he rolled over on his stomach. How could he tell her that when she thinks otherwise? She'd never listen. He pounded his fist on the ground. Akane could be so stubborn sometimes, especially when she thought she was right about something. He hated it when she was like that. He never knew how to deal with her in that state. He suddenly remembered the look in her eyes that he had managed to catch before the usual anger took over. He pondered over it for a bit, trying to come up with an emotion. Finally it hit him.
It was genuine hurt.
He had never meant to hurt her, heck he never even meant for her to find out! He hated it when she was hurt like this, and it didn't really help that it was because of him. Suddenly he thought of something. The whole reason that everything was happening was because of him.
* Yeah, that's it. Me and my big mouth. *
He had said that she was ugly. He hadn't meant it at all, really. In fact he never really means anything he says. He could never think those things of Akane . . . she was beautiful to him, and she doesn't need to win some stupid beauty contest to prove to him what he already knew.
* But Akane thinks she does. *
He sat up suddenly, his eyes automatically locking on Akane's bedroom window. "That's it then." He said quietly to himself. "I gotta tell her everything, whether she wants to hear it or not." He started making his way back to the house, one destination in mind. As luck would have, right when he was making his way up stairs, coming downstairs was none other than Akane.
She stopped on the second step from the top, staring at him like a deer caught in headlights. Ranma sensed the tension in the air and tried to ease it a bit. "Eh . . . hey 'Kane." She looked down at her feet, trying not to make eye contact with him. "Hey Ranma." They shared an uncomfortable silence. "Look Akane we need to talk."
She looked up suddenly but Ranma's gaze was elsewhere. "I know, but can it wait until tomorrow?" He turned to her. "Why not now?" She sighed and crossed her arms. "I'm going to be honest with you Ranma, I'm not really in the talking mood right now. I have some things that I need to think over." Ranma eyed her. "Like what?"
Akane stared him straight in the eyes, surprising Ranma at the sudden eye contact. "I'm thinking about dropping out of the contest." Ranma stared at her, his eyes searching hers.
"What?"
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KTKG: Okay, sorry to leave it like that! I'm just trying to decide whether or not to go on with this story. So was this chapter too short again? Hm. . . I'll try to keep working on that. But um, as always let me know what you all think of it! Take care everyone and have a happy new year!!!!
Ja!
(Insert standard disclaimer here)
Chapter 6!
Ranma stood there, staring at Akane with wide eyes, mentally sending himself into LEO with one of Akane's disturbingly huge mallets. How could he have been so stupid? * You BAKA!!! *
A stomping sound made it's way to his ears and he looked up only to see Akane still standing there angry as ever. He laughed nervously as he placed his hand behind his head. "Eh heh . . .. What ever are you talking about?" Akane growled and stomped up to him.
"Ran-MA! Don't play dumb with me!"
Ranma panicked as Akane inched closer and closer to him. * Oh no . . . ohnoohnoohnoonho! * His eyes searched around the dojo for an exit, but his search was stopped by a pair of deep chocolate brown eyes that suddenly appeared in his line of vision. He swallowed loudly as he focused on Akane's angry face.
"Ranma."
He swallowed loudly again.
"Yeah Akane?"
"I'm waiting."
"Uh . . ." * Think stupid! Think think THINK! * "What was the question again?" Akane threw her arms up in frustration, never letting go of the contacts case. Growling loudly, she shot her free hand out, grabbing a hold of Ranma's white tank top, and pulled his face down to her eye level. "Look Ranma, do not play dumb with me. I know these are yours and I want an explanation of why."
Ranma stared at Akane again, something he found himself doing a lot of in the last ten minutes. Feeling pressure being added to his body, Ranma blinked himself back into reality only to find Akane closer than what she was a couple of seconds ago. "Ranma . . ."
"Akane? Are you still going to take a bath?"
Akane spun around only to find the eldest Tendo standing in the doorway of the dojo. Akane loosened her grip on Ranma as she completely turned to face her. "Hai nee-chan." "Okay, well you better hurry up before Nabiki jumps in." Akane smiled sweetly. "Hai!" Kasumi smiled back and disappeared from the doorframe.
Momentarily distracted by her sister's sudden appearance, Akane failed to notice Ranma crawling towards the door at full speed in a desperate attempt to escape her wrath. Unfortunately for Ranma, he had managed to crawl right into her line of vision.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Immediately he froze in his tracks and slowly turned his head around. Akane stood there, arms crossed over her towel-clad chest and staring right back at him. "Uh . . . I was just . . . uh . . ." Akane dropped her arms to her sides with a sigh, letting the cream-colored case fall to the floor with a clatter. "Why did you trick me like that Ranma?"
Ranma looked at the case on the ground. He moved to a seated position, shifting his gaze from the case to Akane's face. "What are you talking about?" Her face no longer held the mask of anger, but instead it held a mask of emotion that Ranma had never seen before. He tried to look her in the eyes, but she turned her head. Ranma fidgeted after catching a quick glance. Something in her eyes had told him that maybe, just maybe this time she was really hurt.
"A-Akane?" She looked at him and anger took hold of her face again. "I'm talking about your alter ego, Kana, Ranma. Why did you do it? You tricked me into believing that I had found a new friend! What were you planning to do? Sabotage my plan by winning the contest yourself?! I can't believe you! I finally find something that can prove how wrong you are about me and then as always you come along to ruin it!"
Ranma felt anger rise inside of him, making him jump up and glare at Akane as he argued back. "What are you talking about? I wouldn't waste my time trying to sabotage a stupid plan like yours! I could care less if you won or lost that dumb thing!" Akane took a step back and glared at him with the coldest gaze she could muster. "Okay then. If you don't care . . ." She walked past him towards the doorway, stopping to turn and face him,
"Then why'd you do it?"
Once again, Ranma was at a loss for words. He looked down searching for anything to answer her with but came up with nothing. The silence grew stronger and stronger as the minutes passed by. Akane's retreating footsteps brought life back to the room finally after what seemed like an eternity. "Where are you going?" Ranma said, surprising himself at the harshness that came with it. Akane turned in mid-stride, glancing over her left shoulder at the tall teenaged boy. "To take my bath, what else?"
With that she disappeared from sight, leaving Ranma behind with his thoughts.
" I think I've really done it this time."
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Akane scrubbed her hair furiously, trying to release the last of her anger that resided in her heart. "Stupid Ranma . . . that . . . PERVERT!" She said to herself in between scrubs. She reached for the small blue colored plastic bucket beside her and filled it with warm water, quickly dumping it's contents over her head. She shivered as the water ran down her back, taking with it the shampoo from her hair as well as her anger.
"Stupid jerk . . ."
She wiped her cheeks free of the mixture of tears and soapy water. "What am I crying for? It's all his fault." She stood and climbed into the warm water of the furo; leaning back she allowed her body to relax. "I should have known that he didn't really care. After all, why would he? I'm not as cute as Ukyo or Shampoo. AH! What am I saying? That's why I'm in this thing, to prove him wrong about me. But how can I when he doesn't even care?" She looked to her right, eying the bottle of shampoo she had recently used. "Shampoo . . ." she turned her head back to its original position. "Ukyo, and the rest of them . . . I can beat all of them . . ."
She stood and wrapped a new towel around her as she climbed out of the furo. Slowly she made her way to the mirror, wiping it free of the condensation that resided on it. She stared at her reflection for what seemed like forever to her.
"Right??"
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Ranma sat perched on the huge rock by the koi pond, deep in thought. Memories of a half hour ago came rushing to his mind. "I can't believe I said all of that." He straightened himself out from the curled position he was in and decided to lay on the grass instead. He stared at the night sky, watching as the many stars started making their entrances.
He was so confused. Akane was angry, no doubt. But she had the totally wrong idea about his reasons for entering, although he couldn't really blame her for thinking that way. He had to admit; at first he entered it to see if he was right about her plan. But when he got there and spotted Ukyo and Shampoo, he knew that they would try to do something. With that in mind he had decided to watch over her, like her guardian angel of sorts.
He sighed in frustration as he rolled over on his stomach. How could he tell her that when she thinks otherwise? She'd never listen. He pounded his fist on the ground. Akane could be so stubborn sometimes, especially when she thought she was right about something. He hated it when she was like that. He never knew how to deal with her in that state. He suddenly remembered the look in her eyes that he had managed to catch before the usual anger took over. He pondered over it for a bit, trying to come up with an emotion. Finally it hit him.
It was genuine hurt.
He had never meant to hurt her, heck he never even meant for her to find out! He hated it when she was hurt like this, and it didn't really help that it was because of him. Suddenly he thought of something. The whole reason that everything was happening was because of him.
* Yeah, that's it. Me and my big mouth. *
He had said that she was ugly. He hadn't meant it at all, really. In fact he never really means anything he says. He could never think those things of Akane . . . she was beautiful to him, and she doesn't need to win some stupid beauty contest to prove to him what he already knew.
* But Akane thinks she does. *
He sat up suddenly, his eyes automatically locking on Akane's bedroom window. "That's it then." He said quietly to himself. "I gotta tell her everything, whether she wants to hear it or not." He started making his way back to the house, one destination in mind. As luck would have, right when he was making his way up stairs, coming downstairs was none other than Akane.
She stopped on the second step from the top, staring at him like a deer caught in headlights. Ranma sensed the tension in the air and tried to ease it a bit. "Eh . . . hey 'Kane." She looked down at her feet, trying not to make eye contact with him. "Hey Ranma." They shared an uncomfortable silence. "Look Akane we need to talk."
She looked up suddenly but Ranma's gaze was elsewhere. "I know, but can it wait until tomorrow?" He turned to her. "Why not now?" She sighed and crossed her arms. "I'm going to be honest with you Ranma, I'm not really in the talking mood right now. I have some things that I need to think over." Ranma eyed her. "Like what?"
Akane stared him straight in the eyes, surprising Ranma at the sudden eye contact. "I'm thinking about dropping out of the contest." Ranma stared at her, his eyes searching hers.
"What?"
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KTKG: Okay, sorry to leave it like that! I'm just trying to decide whether or not to go on with this story. So was this chapter too short again? Hm. . . I'll try to keep working on that. But um, as always let me know what you all think of it! Take care everyone and have a happy new year!!!!
Ja!