Author's notes: YEAH! Thanks! And for the semi-flamers (spark throwers??) I toldja not to review, or bother reading it if you didn't like it. 'Cause after writing fics for over five years I've come to the conclussion I will write what I want to and if you like it, great! If you don't, oh well...I do! ^_^ ANYWAYS to those LOVELY and WONDERFUL people who did review me in the ++ way, thanks! It's a real helper to know that there are still defenders of Ranma's one and only! :P AND the next chapter will be better, methinks! ^_~
Disclaimer: Same as before, yet no less than normal! ^_^ Don't ask...
He was going to win this battle!
Ranma wasn't one to give up easily, especially to an opponent he knew oh so well. Then again, when the other fighter had such a tempting offer in their favor, it was hard not to be seduced into its trickery...Ranma's head bopped down again, losing the battle of sleep and in the middle of class-which was like sending in the Calvary. His eyes lids would droop, and then his head, and then he'd wake up a split nanosecond before his head hit the top of the desk. The pigtailed boy was ready to pass out, and too bad for him, roll call hadn't even been taken yet.
"So Ranma," came a voice and firm pat on the shoulder from behind him, "How was it?"
Groggily, the young man stared at the long brunette girl in the boys uniform. "Whatdaya mean 'it'?"
"Oh come on, I *know* you two were in the same bed together last night." Ukyo smirked, bending over to whisper in her friend's ear, "Why else would you have a whelp on your cute little head?"
"WHOA! Ranma, your sleeping with Akane!?" Diasuke exclaimed, choosing to make his easdropping known.
THIS woke the poor tired boy snap awake, "It ain't like that!"
"Don't you know?" a girl friend of Akane's began, "Ranma and Akane were secretly married!"
"Dude, have you been holding out on us?"
"You have to tell us *everything*."
"There's nothing to tell!" Ranma crossed his arms, and raised his nose a bit higher. "Me an' that uncute macho chick didn't *touch* each other!"
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A 'MACHO CHICK'?!" Akane fumed. It burned her enough to see Ukyo getting so friendly with *her* fiancé, but then to be called a name yet AGAIN by him-and the youngest Tendo was doing it all for him too! Glancing at the now tensed Ranma, and a smirking, hand on hip Ukyo, Akane thought of a more appropriate name than 'jerk' or 'pervert.' Clearing her throat she smiled sweetly, while her eyebrows still twitched ever so slightly in annoyance, "Why do you insist on calling me that, my darling HUSBAND?"
"You didn't haveta tick her off like that ya know." Ranma whispered as they lay once again in Akane's bed under separate blankets and fully dressed.
Akane flinched, her back to him as she faced the wall, "Oh she deserved it! AND why are you defending her!? She is the reason we're like this!"
"Aw, come on, she still our friend."
"Humph, you mean Ukyo is *your* friend. She doesn't like me, remember? I'm competition." Akane pointed out.
"Nah, I'm sure you two would get along great if it wasn't for the whole engagement messes," Ranma smiled and looked at the back of his fiancee's head, "Maybe she teach you how to cook something that isn't used for rat poison!"
Akane tightened into a tighter ball.
"...or maybe how to put all that brute strength to work..."
Akane's eyes narrowed sharply.
"...or even to be more like a girl instead of a tomboy..."
That bit it! Imagine Ukyo, the one who use to dress like a boy, who wore a boy's uniform to school teaching her how to be more feminine! The nerve! So what if she didn't cook entirely well, at least she tried! Was Ranma perfect the first time he tried a kata? NO! He had to practice! Akane had to practice at cooking! And her strength was nothing! At least she was able to hide it under tone and slim arms and legs, unlike some women who had great bulging muscles and no chest.
"RANma!" Akane growled after a few more minutes of building up her anger. Searching under her pillow for her mini mallet, the dark haired girl fished it up from its hiding spot, turned and sat up straight in her bed. Boy, was that BOY going to get it...at least that was her intention.
Her anger quickly left her as she saw the light bleeding through her drawn curtains glaze her unwanted bed mate's face. The jerk was already fast asleep, with one hand over her stomach and the other close to his face. She remembered the last time she'd accidentally walked in on Ranma sleeping. He had looked so tranquil then, even after, what Akane could only presume, was a nightmare. Now, just like then, he didn't seem so powerful, or rude, or thoughtless, yet one more dreaming teen without a single care in the world.
Tucking the mallet under her pillow once again for safe keeping, Akane closed her eyes and fell into a rocky night of sleep.
The story mentioned in the story (boy does that sound weird!) about Akane walking in on Ranma sleeping is my story called 'Scars' (shameless plug!) Anyways, thanks for those that read! ^_^ No matter what I'll continue to write! (Even if I fell my West. Civ class :P)