Another Chap of Koijini. I know you guys want me to continue The Blessing but bear with me here. This idea I got on this fic is really good! I'm gonna continue The Last Cetra after this. Then possibly Chaos Eva Pilot. If not that, then the Blessing will be continued next. If so, The Blessing will be completed after that.

For you guys who want to know, that quote appears around chapter five. I didn't get many reviews but fortunantly I got like... fifteen people to add me to their author alert list so... i'm guessin it's pretty good.

No real reviews to reply to save for one.

To Ryan L. Spradling.

Will be explained later.

Signed Materia-Blade.

Well yeah, that was fun. Anyways. On with the show.

Chapter Two: Always With You

It was April. Two months after Akane and Ranma had left, they finally got the letter.

Since the day they left, the Tendo household had not recieved a letter, postcard, phone call or anything even resembling the fact that Ranma and Akane still remembered them.

Soun had been the most worried. He feared that something had happened to his little girl. Of course... when did he not? Then again of course, when did something not happen to his little girl?

Kasumi had been calm about it. She seemed to be on a sort of exhasperated edgyness. Probably because she had nothing to clean.

Nabiki had a headache. She wanted money. Her money pigs were gone. End of story.

Finally getting information on their livelyhood, Nabiki couldn't wait for the two to reappear again. Quite possibly having eloped, her funds would be on a record high, whether they had or not. She had rigged the system to gain money whether they had or had not eloped, though even she wasn't quite sure how.

Genma was on a constant mission to keep Soun's attention on the Shogi Board. If Soun's attention wasn't on the game in the first place, how else would he be able to distract him and cheat in peace?

Peace however, was definantly not attained by the absence of Ranma and Akane.

Ukyo, the amazon's, Ryoga, and well... just about everyone else, not excluding non-martial artists, had formed search parties. There were reasons they obviously wanted the two apart... Some for want of one or the other for themselves, some for simple bets on whether they eloped or not.

All in all, however, while there wasn't peace, there were no fights that compared to the epic battles of Ranma and his rivals that had been fought on a daily basis before he had left. There was no one whos cooking compared to the toxic monsters Akane concocted in the kitchen.

But now they knew, there was no need to worry.

Written on the back of a photograph of the Tokyo Tower was a brief, but formal, message.

Dear Family and Friends,

Ranma and I will be returning very soon. We apologize for not sending any letters to inform you of our safe arrival, stay, and departure of the places we have visited. However, we are returning on the tenth, Saturday. We will be arriving at the Tendo Dojo at noon.

With Love, Akane Tendo and Ranma Saotome.

Nabiki put down the letter after having reread it three times.

"Is that Akane? Why is she being so formal? This is kinda weird..." Nabiki thought. "It's not like them to write so formally like this Kasumi. You got any ideas as to why?"

"I haven't a clue Nabiki. I honestly didn't know Akane was capable of such formality in a letter." Kasumi admitted.

"Oh well, I'm sure we'll find out when they get here." Nabiki sighed. She walked over to her favorite spot in the house, which was, convienently, the nearby sofa. She lay down, and took a cat nap.

But one phrase in the letter kept sticking out in her mind.

"With Love?"

"Since when did Akane even think of using a word like that?" Nabiki thought.


"Airen come back! WHEN! Where! How much?" Shampoo asked frantically.

"Hmm... this is really hard-to-come-by information," Nabiki lied. "So i'm going to have to charge you about ten thousand yen.

"TEN THOUSAND! BUT... Shampoo needs that!" Shampoo cried.

"Obviously. Sorry to bother you Shampoo. I allready got a better price out of Ukyo anyway." Nabiki said as she turned around and walked toward the door.

"WAIT! You sell to stupid spatula-girl!" Shampoo cried.

"Yeah.. she bought it for fifteen. And I was trying to give you a discount... Oh well.." Nabiki muttered as she walked off toward the door at a slightly slower pace.

"Fine! Shampoo pay ten thousand!" Shampoo cried.

Nabiki smiled and turned around quickly.

"No.. that was a one-time-offer. You'll have to pay full price for rejecting the first offer. Fifteen thousand. No less." Nabiki said.

"AGH! You is evil mercenary-girl! Shampoo hate you!" She cried as she pulled out the money and threw it in Nabiki's face.

Nabiki almost cringed at the thought of bends in the bills, or of them being stepped on, or even just hitting the floor. But of course, she managed to keep her normal straight face and picked up the money with the grace of a person who was extreamly used to money being thrown at her feet.

As a matter of fact, she was starting to get back aches from all the bending over she had to do to pick it up.

"Pleasure doing business with you, Shampoo!" Nabiki said cheerfully. She handed Shampoo a piece of paper, which was in all reality, a copy of the letter.

Shampoo walked away reading the letter, all the while muttering something like, "Hate evil-mercenaries."

Nabiki then left, to sell another copy to Ukyo, starting the price at twenty thousand, and ending with twenty five.

"Martial Artists are SO gullible." She thought.


Sun rays beat down on the two travelers. Both their clothes were ragged and kind of old looking. They walked home. After almost two months being alone, with only the other for company, they had solved many of their problems.

The first and most important was this. Akane could cook.

While the other solved problems, such as Ranma and Akane dating and going to dinners a few times, her actually being trained in martial arts, and neither Ranma nor Akane calling each other tomboy or pervert anymore, may seem more important, in truth, Akane cooking was the most important.

Ranma, teaching Akane to cook, had let them become closer in their personal relationship in a way that no other thing they had done had.

Well training came close but, when Ranma complimented Akane on her food, she felt the sudden urge to give herself to him. She never would of course but the urge was still there. Either way she was uncannily nice to him for the rest of the day, on every occasion that he did it.

The reason for this was because Ranma, complimenting Akane's food, started a chain reaction making her able to stand his unwillingness to fight back in training, keep a calm face throughout his stupid remarks that came out when he least wanted them too, and finally, just plain enjoy being around him.

Of course, Akane's food was not near the likes Kasumi's "enhanced with devine properties and blessed by god himself" food, but it was definantly more than edible, and even good in Ranma's opinion.

Right now, they were walking home. They were a long ways from home, when they saw a suspicious looking set of foot prints.

They were in a desert. Both wore a long brown cloak and goggles to block the sand.

The footprints, by the map, led directly through the desert on a course that would have no stops, oasises or ends to the sand for a very large amount of miles.

Ranma suspected the footprints to be Ryoga's.

But they decided that following them would be ok. They were leading straight to the port that would get them to Nerima.

In fourteen steps the entire scenery changed. Suddenly they were in a park.

"Ugh... thats what we get for followin' cursed footprints." Ranma said angrily.

"Ranma... that... what... how?" Akane asked, still shocked by the abrupt shift in scenery.

"This is the result of following Ryoga's footprints. We could be in America for all we know.

Akane looked around. Now that she thought about it, this place did look very familiar.

"Ranma... I don't think we need to worry about that..." Akane said. "Were in old Nagasaki."

"Really? Hey didn't we get the Kakuenerugi Kontei from here?" Ranma asked.

"You remembered? It's been almost three weeks since we've been here, Ranma. I'm impressed." Akane replied.

"Well it's hard to forget a plant with a name like "Nuclear Energy Root"." Ranma replied casually.

"Yeah I guess." Akane replied. "So what are we gonna do. Were gonna be back way to early for the letter.

"I'm sure we can think of something." Ranma replied. Now most men would be thinking of that something being him plus her minus clothing. Ranma however...

"Oh really?" Akane asked sarcastically. Under her breath she muttered "Pervert." but still she smiled a little.

"Yup. Were gonna teach you how to throw a ki blast." Ranma told her cheerfully.

Akane almost felt let down. "Why... exactly do I call him a pervert again?" She asked herself. She began to think of all the reasons she had for calling him a pervert, and came up with possibly two. And neither were really his fault.

When she realized there was a hand waving itself back and forth in front of her face she looked up.

"HEY! EARTH TO AKANE! WAKE UP!" Ranma yelled.

"Oh... eh, sorry Ranma. Just thinking." Akane replied. "You can really teach me to use ki blasts?" She asked in a possibly overly hyperactive voice trying to disguise her dissapointment at Ranma's innocent nature.

"Well, yeah. Your about as good as Shampoo and you could stomp Ukyo. Either of them could throw ki blasts if they tried it some time." Ranma replied not noticing her let down state of mind.

Akane perked up again at the thought of beating Ukyo in a fight.

"Do you really think I could beat Ukyo, Ranma?" She asked anxiously.

"Sure. You've been trained by the best for two months. How could you not?" He replied, confused at her lack of self confidence.

"Being a little full of yourself, aren't you, Ranma?" Akane asked teasingly.

Ranma cocked his head to the left, gave her a questioning look, turned, and began walking along the path. He put his hands behind his head and leaned back, yawning.

"Well... maybe." He replied.

Akane raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.

"Hmm.." She thought.

"11:59. Right on time." Akane thought. She walked up to the gate but instead of opening the door, decided it would be more fun to jump over it.

She did so.

Suddenly the gate opened.

"Jeez Tomboy, use the gate! Thats what it's there for!" Ranma teased as he appeared around the door of the gate.

"Oh YOUR one to talk!" She cried.

"Hey! I use the gate every day!" Ranma returned.

"Well, glad to see you two still fight at the drop of a hat." Nabiki said sarcastically from the door to the house.

"Nabiki!" Akane cried.

"Welcome home. So, how was he?" She asked with a wink.

"Huh? ..What do you mean? It was horrible. I had to train every day from dawn till dusk!" Akane cried.

"Hopeless..." Nabiki sighed as she walked away, exhasperated.

"... What was that all about?" Ranma asked.

"Not a clue." Akane replied.

"AKANE!" Soun cried. He came running from the back of the house at full speed.

"Akane... Waterworks plan beta." Ranma said lowly.

"Gotcha," She replied.

Soun would arrive at his point of destination, that being his daughter, in approximately three, two, one... BANG!

Soun suddenly found himself sliding off an enourmous rock that had been placed between himself and his youngest daughter.

"Great job Akane!" Ranma exclaimed.

She smiled. She threw the rock over her back, and over the fence. She heard a sound from outside the fence sounding much like a painful scream but disregaurded it. She then walked up to her father, who lay, dazed on the ground.

"Sorry father. I like these clothes. Tears are bad for them." She patted him on the shoulder and walked on in.

"RANMA! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Soun cried.

He was obviously still dazed and fell into a state of even more dizzyness after shouting this. Ranma walked into the house.

"No place like home!" He thought. Three years.. Well. In four days three years. But in those three years he had grown to regard this dojo as home. He was happy here. At least when Akane was around and no one else was.

Well...

Kasumi was a possible exception.

And speaking of Kasumi.

"Akane!" Kasumi cried. She ran to Akane and hugged her. "I was starting to get worried! You didn't call or send a letter or!"

"Nice ta see you too Kasumi!" Akane interupted. "Glad to be back."

The left the embrace.

"Oh.. and welcome home Ranma." Kasumi said suddenly changing her target.

"Yeah, good to be back. I was kinda getting bored. So how's things been here?" Ranma asked.

"RANMA SAOTOME! PREPARE TO DIE!" A cry suddenly erupted from somewhere outside the building.

Ranma sighed, "Excuse me."

And before there eyes, Ranma dissappeared.

"Ranma's... gotten better? I don't recall him being able to... well... dissappear." Kasumi asked.

"Well, yeah... wait till he starts popping in on you whenever you least expect it. I of course, can't beat him. But, I got a hit in on him yesterday!" Akane cried as if it were something truly admireable.

"Well thats... really great Akane." Kasumi replied. Of course Akane never noticed the sweatdrop.

"I may be able to fight on his level someday... I'm so sick of having to be protected..." Akane sighed.

An odd silence followed.

"Well... I'll go finish up on some food. It is getting close to lunch time, Akane!" She replied. Kasumi turned and headed toward the kitchen.

"Allright. I'm gonna go take a bath.. er... do I have time?" She asked. She yawned and raised her arms walking off toward the room nearby the stairs.

"Yes, it wont be ready for a little while." The words drifted in from the kitchen along with the aroma of some sort of dish Akane didn't recall.

"Hey Akane!"

"GAH! STOP IT!" Akane cried.

Ranma smirked. "You need to learn to read your surroundings better. I'm not goin' that fast. The old ghoul can move faster than this if she really tries.

"IT DOESN'T MATTER!" She cried.

She shoved him out of the way and threw open the door to the bathroom. She looked back at him and smiled. And then walked into the door.

"She... eh... kawaiikune... kawaiikune... damnit. Mabui.." Ranma sighed. She WAS cute. But that's all. At least when he wasn't alone.

Come to think of it. He was alone right now.

"Airashii, Kawaii..." Ranma muttered. He went on thinking of all the other words for cute or pretty he could come up with that would suit Akane.


"Ranma..." Akane thought as she bathed. The aroma reminded her. That trip was the best thing that had ever happened to them. But she still managed to get mad at him to point of malleting him once or twice.
But that one time...

FLASHBACK

Ranma was waiting. He wasn't angry, but irritated, he definantly was. Akane had been in the river, bathing, for almost an hour! He was supposed to be teaching her how to cook at the moment. But was she ready? NO! She had to wash herself in dirty water with clean soap.

Suddenly he heard a low moan from what sounded likethe exact person he had been thinking about. He wouldn't have even heard it if it wern't for the fact that he had been listening for anything coming from that dirction for about fifteen minutes now. "Ugh... what now?" He thought as he ran toward the river.

"Akane!" He cried as he popped around the corner.

Akane lay sprawled on the side of the river. Completely naked. She seemed to look sick.

"Ranma..." She moaned. She seemed to be only half-way concious.

"Akane!"

Ranma ran to her side and looked at her.

"Ranma... don't... I.. feel horrible..." Were the words Ranma managed to hear from her before she collapsed.

She awoke underneath about three blankets, staring into a pair of blue-gray eyes.

"Akane..? Akane! Your awake!" He sighed in relief.

"Uh huh? Ugh... I... What.. happened?" She asked.

"I'm not sure. You were taking a bath for way to long, I heard something and came to check it out. You were sprawled out on the shore. You looked like you were about to die.. just like then.. I was so worried." Ranma said.

Akane then noticed that there was a slight shimmer to Ranma's eyes. They were watery.

"Don't.. don't do that again... eh Akane? Please? And... don't.. I didn't mean to look at you but.. you... well. I..."

Ranma fled as fast as he could.

"Ranma... Arigato." Akane mumbled.

She then realized that, underneath the blankets she was naked. Why was she naked?

"RAN- Oh! I was... taking a bath... when I feinted. He didn't even look at me? What did he do? I... that isn't the perverted Ranma I know..." She thought as she remembered how he had just fled the tent.

She began to criticise. Somehow, Ranma must have groped her in her sickness or something! But she didn't feel as if anything wrong had occured. Then again if she was sick and unconcious why would she?

But she gave him the benifit of the doubt. He had had tears in his eyes. That didn't normally happen. Matter of fact that didn't EVER happen. He must have been really worried.

She was naked underneath five blankets because he was too shy to put clothes on her... or didn't know how, leaving the only conclusion being that Ranma is... innocent?

She then noticed her clothes bag lay near her.

"Hmm... I could... get used to that.."

"Ranma... yeah... arigato..." she repeated.

She had been unconcious for three hours, he had told her later. He hadn't acted like it but the fear in his eyes she had seen when she awoke told her that he cared.

He cared more than anything.

She didn't mallet him for the entire next week.

But then, she knewhe wouldmanage to anger her again. Eh, It's not like she could stop malleting him. It was her passion. And secretly,. she thought he enjoyed it. She'd never truly felt it before but she bet that there was some sort of rush one got from being sent flying into the sky via a hard hit from something large, round, and heavy. Oh well.


She got out of the bath and began to change back into her normal clothes.

"Kasumi, I have a favor to ask." Ranma pleaded.

The kitchen was smokey with the scent of boiling vegitable oil, chicken, and to ranma's nose what seemed like fried rice. He was in a good mood. So far Ryoga had been the only person to challenge him yet. Mousse was laying outside the gate with an enourmous rock on top of him inside a small crater. Ranma never wondered why. He just took it as a blessing.

Kasumi sighed in relief. Yes. This was how life should be. Messes, Hell, Havoc, Destruction, Chaos! And there she would be to sooth it all down to a mild boil. Here was Ranma right now asking her for something that would inevitably cause all of the above.

"Kasumi, I'd like you to make this for me." He asked.

He handed her an instruction booklet.

"Potion of the Sacred Cure?" She read aloud.

"Uh huh. Happosai said that it would cure my curse." He replied.

She looked at him skeptically. Since when did Happosai do favors like that?

She asked the question.

"Since forever. I've always been a good old man Kasumi. It's just that this ungrateful brat needed to be taught a lesson or two!" Happosai cried as he flew in through a window.

"Jijii. How long you been listening?" Ranma asked.

"Oh not too long. Ranma. I offer to personally protect this kitchen from anyone. Because if I don't someone will inevitably find out what is being made." He told them.

"Oh, well... thank you. But honestly Happosai. What do you get out of this?" Kasumi asked.

"I get to see a happy pretty lady!" Happosai said in the babyish voice he used most often combined with puppy dog eyes.

Kasumi considered that. Happosai was extreamly clever but there had been nothing that Ranma had done to him recently that had made Happosai angry, so why would Happosai be playing a trick?

"Allright Ranma. I'm going to start making this. It looks like I can have it ready about two hours after dinner." She said.

"Thanks Kasumi, and I guess... thanks jijii." Ranma said to the old gnome.

"Not a problem, sonny!" Happosai replied.


"Hey Akane?" Ranma asked as he knocked on the door.

"Yeah, Ranma?" Akane replied opening it.

"Hey you got any problem with goin' out tonight?" He asked.

".. Hmm? I've got no time to get ready Ranma!" She said.

"Well yeah I know. But well, this might be the last night I could become a girl... and well... I dunno." He trailed off. "Anyway... I was kinda hopin' you wouldn't want to get too dressed up. It makes me uncomfortable..."

"Are you trying to say that I!"

"You look amazing in dresses Akane." He quickly interupted. "But when your in them... well, then... your not the tomboy Akane I know."

She smiled. "Your such a jerk... Ok. We can go. Sounds fun. But next time, I'm dressing up."

"Great Akane." Ranma replied.

"Well.. your last night as a girl? Perhaps you should go as a girl then?" Akane asked.

"Heh heh... notta chance. This is to honor the last night of my girl side as a guy. She's had enough time out on our trip. It must have rained seven hundred times!" Ranma cried.

"Ugh.. here we go again," Akane thought.

Ranma continued to go on about how much he hated the rain, the kami's, the weathermen, and most of all, the rain.


As tribute to Ranma's female form they saw a movie that Akane wanted to see. How Akane had managed to convince Ranma that his female form would prefer it he didn't know. But so far TITANIC was just a really long, boring, mildly interesting, love story that in no way compared to his own, intricate web of loves.

Well... then the ship sank.

Ranma became much more interested when he realized that the main character of the story was going to die because he loved the girl enough to give her the wood board that she could lay on and not freeze. He also realized that while only for Akane, were he in the same situation, he would do the samething and die for her if nessacary.

It was, however, hampered by the fact that, were he face with the same problem, he would simply use his ki to heat the surrounding water.

Suddenly he noticed something.

"She's here Akane." Ranma suddenly wispered to the entranced girl sitting next to him.

"Her? Her who?" Akane asked.

"Shampoo."

Akane's blood boiled.

Suddenly an object with about five extensions of varying lengths dropped down from the upper balcony, which HAD BEEN closed for repairs.

The object latched itself on to Ranma.

Unfortunantly for said object, Akane had gotten better. Also, Akane had started to blame Ranma for much less recently.

"SHAMPOO NO BAKA!" She cried.

An enourmous mallet appeared and sent the purple haired girl flying through the balcony and the ceiling behind it.

"Uh... thanks Akane." Ranma replied.

"For what?" Akane sighed as she regained her breath and sat back down.

"Well... you... didn't blame me... for her. And well..."

"Ranma you idiot!" She said angrily. She hit him in the stomach, though he barely felt it.

"Better now?" She asked.

"Uh huh." He moaned faking pain.

Suddenly the balcony, which had allready been in horrible shape, began to crack.

"Did you just hear that Akane?" Ranma asked.

It cracked a little more.

"No... what Ranma?" She asked curious but still paying attention to the movie.

Ranma glanced up and immediatly realized the balcony was angled much lower than before. He looked at all the people sitting under the balcony.

"GET THE HECK OUTTA HERE! THE BALCONY'S GONNA COLLAPSE!" He shouted at the top of his lungs.

At precisely that moment, the balcony cracked and began to fall. Fortunantly for most the people sitting below it was held on by some small significant pillar at the northeast corner of the theatre.

The people, having now noticed that the balcony WAS about to collapse, rushed through the front exits as fast as they could.

Suddenly the pillar broke and the entire balcony came falling upon the half of the audience who had been under it at the time.

"AHHHHH!" Ranma heard a scream as a chair that had been on the balcony collided with someone's skull.

The entire balcony fell.

And Ranma caught it.

"Akane... get... outta here!" He cried.

She refused.

"I'm holding too. It's my fault. I'm responsible for it. I'm gonna help." She stated firmly.

He looked at her for a few seconds and then nodded.

The people were running to through the exits at maximum speed. Once the last one, a little girl of about ten, made it through the door she looked back and shouted, "thank you!"

Ranma and Akane had been strained to their limits, holding the entire floor, trying to balance out the wait, Ranma secretly taking much more of it then Akane knew.

"Allright Akane," Ranma breathed. "On the count of three... we drop it, and head for the front left exit."

They had been positioned in the center of the theatre, almost to the exact point where the balcony streched to. The held the front tip of the balcony as the back end cracked. Once the let go the balcony would fall and break off from the back wall landing upside down atop the back rows of chairs on the first floor.

"Ok... one... two... THREE!" Ranma shouted.

The wall colapsed, slamming into the back wall and then smashing the back row of chairs into pancake mix. Akane and Ranma, safely remained at the front of the theatre, breathing hard.

They quickly fled the scene.


A soaking wet Ranma-chan sat down to eat at an ice cream parlor some four blocks away from the movie theatre.

"Stupid old lady's." She muttered.

"Ranma... are you EVER gonna learn to dodge that old lady? It's not like she's going to stop." Akane asked.

Ranma simply mumbled.

"So Ranma... if this really is the last night your a girl... are you sure you don't wanna stay one for one last time.

"Akane... I can't really say I haven't grown attached to my girl side. It has it's ups and downs.. but I'm a guy. To be a full guy again. It's what I want Akane. I hope I won't... well. I hope you still like me as well when I'm a full time guy?" She asked.

Akane giggled.

"Ranma." Akane asked. She put out her hand. "When we first met I asked you to be friends. We have been pretty much except for the fact that you turned into a boy half the time. But... I guess this is goodbye. Goodbye Ranma"

They shook hands, but it was awkward as Ranma had no idea what she meant.

Suddenly a thermos appeared in Akane's hands. She quickly doused Ranma with it.

"Hi. I'm Akane. Wanna be friends?" Akane asked.

Ranma, now finally comprehending, smiled.

"I'm Ranma Saotome. I'd be glad to, Akane."

They shook hands much less nervously this time. They stared at each other for a few minutes, and then began to laugh.

"I hope this works Akane." Ranma muttered.

"Me too, Ranma. Me too." She replied.

The rest of this part of the date went much better. No one interupted and they left the parlor feeling full and refreshed.


They sat on the roof. Ranma held the potion in his hand.

"Well Akane. Down the hatch." Ranma said quickly.

"Ranma wait!" She said quickly.

"What, Akane?" Ranma asked slightly annoyed.

Akane flinched. She knew he was sort of angry that she would not let him drink the potion yet, but she had to get something from him first.

They had arrived right as Kasumi had finished. Happosai had, as promised, stood gaurd over the kitchen, letting no one in.

He had laid sleeping under the doorway but had awoke fast enough to disguise it.

"Here it is Ranma." Kasumi said cheerfully. She handed him a glass vial that held the cure.

"Thank you Kasumi. He Akane. Roof?" Ranma asked turning around.

She had nodded.

"What do you want me to wait for?" Ranma asked snapping her out of her quick flashback.

Akane hesitated for a moment but the began. "I need you to promise me something, Ranma."

"Hmm? Like what Akane?" He asked.

"I need.. well... you'll think it's stupid. But I need you to promise that no matter what happenes after you drink this, you'll stay with me." She said.

"Stay.. Akane how could I leave?" He asked.

"This potion could lock you in your girl form instead of the other way around for all we know. If that happens, then you made a promise now. You still have to stay with me allright? I've... I've really started to like you Ranma. Over these few months we were together. I like you like... like no other boy... man. I've ever met. So promise me ok?" She pleaded.

He smiled. "Allright. Akane... I promise that no matter what happens after I drink this potion, I will stay always with you."

"Allright Ranma. Thanks..."

They looked at each other for maybe ten seconds but it felt like an hour to both of them.

"Ranma..."

Akane closed her eyes. They leaned in and kissed once again. Music sprang up from somewhere but they didn't care. It wasn't real anyway. The moon brightened to a point where the sun sighed in envy at it. The wind picked up and cherry blossom's fluttered around them.The stars twinkled with abright and clear glow.

This was the moonlight kiss, the first kiss, that they had always pictured in their dreams. There real first kiss was no comparison.

They parted after about an hour.. maybe two. Actually it was probably much closer to twenty seconds but neither knew nor cared.

"Well Akane. This is it." Ranma stated.

"Mm hmm. Goodbye... Ranma-chan."

"Goodbye... joseibi," Ranma said. A small tear appeared in his eye but it was instantly blinked away.

"Down the hatch." He stated, and promptly upended the bottle, pouring the disgusting contents down his throat.


Akane's Quote: In truth, If everyone had ever had something important slip right under their nose, then everyone would be exactly the same.