Copyright to Rumiko darling… the chick deserves to be known as sama.

Chapter 4 or is it 5…?

The aftermath and bluish hair

That morning the sun was shinning brightly at the sky, made it spectators knowing that today, was a good day. Well for most people it would be, Ranma didn't care to look. Ruling a smaller country gave him a lot of work, and no time for himself.

Though shampoo lately had taken great amount of his time, by constantly were drawing him in her room, and to do you know what.

Ranma was busy making a workout in his dojo, when Ryoga came bashing trough the door. He didn't look mad, rather disappointed, sad or something like that.

"Ranma!" he said.

His masters pushed himself up, and looked at him. "What is it Ryoga", he knew what it was about, but hell the girl was annoying.

"Why did you hurt her feelings? Did you know that she cried herself to sleep? Did you know how much she wanted to be as feminine as possible? And here you came, telling her that she is exactly the opposite!"

Ranma raised his eyebrow. "Why lie, when you can tell the truth".

Ryoga began taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself before saying. "I think you should say that you are sorry anyway".

"I know that you only think that your mother is the only good woman in the world. However it is time to open your eyes to the smaller things in life" Ryoga looked at his master while saying that.

"Ryoga, I… I cannot, women are stupid. They only try to regain your power." Ranma never finished the sentence.

"Stop it; you could at least befriend her, For her sake! She is completely alone in this world!" his eyes were pleading him.

Ranma stood there wide eyed." I guess I could, for her sake"

Ryoga smiled when he walked out of the room, 'im proud of you Ranma'

The garden

The now morning sun was shinning so ever brightly through the rosebushes, the tall trees, the green waiving grass, and the fish which were swimming in the koi pond.

The fresh breeze carried the thousand smells from the jasmine flowers, and made warm air seem so ever wonderful. The only thing that was missing was a lovely couple dazing around, and in the background you could hear the laughter of children playing in the cornfield.

Akane sad on the Japanese terraces and let the sun carries her smooth and soft skin, making it a slight sunburned. She tried making the horrible feeling from the evening before disappear, how dared he call her that, she who was seen as a goddess by so many men, A TOMBOY.

She liked this place, even though she had only spent 2 days there. The atmosphere was great, like there was nothing wrong in the whole world, and you couldn't help but feel happy.

As Akane lay back on the cold wooden floor, she met a pair of blue eyes. She stared in those eyes, as for an eternity, and felt herself disappear in a sea of blue, before a voice brought her back. "Like what you see tomboy?"

The voice only made her mad enough to stomp of the terrace and out in the garden. She didn't look back when a voice yelled "HEY, Wait; what the hell is wrong with you".

She didn't go very far, before he suddenly stood in front of her. "What is you problem girl, I didn't do a thing to you" she looked at him with hate in her eyes. "I won't tell you, it is private matters"

She then began turning around to walk to the cornfields "I thought the master of this country, would be a little nicer to a newcomer". Ranma looked at her with a look you couldn't describe.

Akane walked slowly along the small road, and was aware that he was following her. She took herself a good look at the flowers they were grossing throw, and the soon blooming cherry blossoms. The smell was intoxicating, and made her feel a little better, the purple, red, orange, white and pink colours made her feel like she was in heaven.

She didn't know what she was doing, before she turned around smiling, at the now shocking master. "You know, you got a very beautiful garden" her voice was filled with happiness, and it made Ranmas blushing so ever lightly.

"I didn't know, I don't have time to notice" his pink cheeks was a mystery to him, he had never ever blushed over such small words. Her brown eyes made her face seem childish, but she was cute indeed.

They sat down in the cornfield, and looked at the rising mountain, that was surrounded by misty clouds. "Why don't you have time?" she looked with an innocent look a him, and he couldn't help but wonder for a second. His gaze wondered to the mountains "when you are ruling a country you don't have time for that, everything needs your approval, and the little things in life isn't important anymore" but to his surprise she smiled.

"I forgive you for calling me a tomboy, I guess I really am" she looked a bit sad. "You are not the first one to notice". The sad expression on her face made her look so old.

"Well. Being a tomboy has its ups and downs. Moreover, you fat legs can run faster than anything else can. You can easily descise yourself as a man, since you are so flat chested"

Before Ranma knew it, he had received a big fat punch right in the face.

The whole morning people heard screaming and yelling, but didn't bother look for their master.

That evening:

Ranma was laying down on his futon, resting his sore blue marks. Damn that girl was annoying, just because he told her afterwards that she was uncute, sexless, stupid as a brick, she didn't have to punch him that HARD.

Cologne was already treating his "wounds", and assured him that it was a bad idea taking his guard down around her. Damn why didn't he even see that coming, he was the best martial arts around. Not even Kirin had managed to break his guard down. Then there comes some random girl twisting and turning his wrist and leg.

Ranma came back to reality when Cologne voice broke the silence "but you are healthy enough, to go eating with the girl in about an hour". He sighed, why him. However he had to get ready, she said that she insisted on eating in the garden.

Well it didn't bother him that much, except that it was with that girl. He paused a moment, thinking, maybe he should be a little more friendly to her, but the idea quickly disappeared. "naaah" he said for himself.

Well he didn't have much choice to choose, since his mother found in funny to dress him up, that evening. It ended up with being a Chinese black shirt with a dragon crawling over the chest, surrounded by Chinese styled white clouds.

It wasn't bad clothing, but a little too complicated for his taste. He usually only wore this kind of clothes, when royal families were visiting. Which weren't very often, since this country was feared by the most.

When he walked through the many hallways to the garden, his thoughts wandered to the woman who broke his heart. His hand wandered to his heart, the pain in it was unbelievable, the name hunted his mind.

Kodachi.

The girl he fell in love with, but broke him. That bitch, she only did it to become his wife, and rule the country. He could in his whole life, never, ever forgive any woman, and he swore to him self, never to fall in love again.

However, it was time to go to that girl, even though his schedule was filled with duties, that had to be fixed so the autumn festival could begin. I wasn't in two months, but it still demanded a large amount of time from him.

Cologne wasn't home at moment, some business in the local village, it had something to do with the legend. Yeah like he would let the girl bear his child, it would probably be stupid and stubborn, but would look just as great as its father would. Before Ranma knew it, he began laughing for himself in the hallway, until a voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Milord, don't break any brain cells with your terrible laugh" there stood she, the girl he had called uncute, in a amazing kimono. It was the same style as his and her long bluish hair was in a pigtail; with a white clothe tying it together.

"You're late, had a little too much with your mistress" her smile was beautiful, everything seemed to blow, and his heart began to quicken. Only one thought crossed his mind 'cute', and his cheeks quickly regained a light pink colour.

Akane seemed to notice and blushed too, "well…uhm… the …eeh..dinner will be cold", he snapped out of his dream world, and followed her steps to the garden.

The rest of the evening was nice enough, there conversation though, were filled with tomboy and such. Then she asked him a question.

"Milord…. Can I send a letter to my father, about my current situation?"…

He he, Leaving it there since im suffering from lack of inspiration, a little help would be nice…. Remember reviews is the only good thing to do, except to not do, because the story sucks