The pleasing warmth of the sunlight within the house had left Akane
stubbornly refusing to spend the day laying about her room, whether she was
sick or not. She vowed to bathe herself in the spring day, even if it was
within the boundaries of the doors and windows, as she exchanged her
pajamas for a pink and yellow sundress and made her way down the stairs
with P-Chan cuddled in her arms. She stopped short on the bottom step at
the sound of the television blaring in the next room, frowning at the
thought of another encounter between Ranma and her little pig. P-Chan
seemed to sense the martial artist's presence as well as a tiny growl
swelled up within his throat. Akane looked down at her pet, pausing for a
moment to decide the best course of action before briskly walking down the
hall and to the front door where she deposited the pig on the front step.
P-Chan looked up at her with an expression that she could almost swear was
blended with shock and disappointment. "I'm sorry, baby," she apologized
to the little black bundle, "but I can't have you and Ranma tearing up the
house today. I just don't have the energy."
She slid the heavy wooden panel door closed behind her as P-Chan swore to himself that he would brighten her day. How could she resist Ryoga protecting her from that beast who remained with her in the house? Now if he could only find the public baths. They couldn't be that far off...
Akane headed into the dining/family area of the home to find Ranma in front of the television, sprawled out on the floor. His body was propped up with his elbow, with his head resting in his hands. He looked incredibly bored. It was not often that she saw him like this. The pig-tailed boy almost always seemed to be in motion, even if it was just walking around the house. Ranma looked up at her as she entered the room, nearly startled by her presence. "What are you doing down here?" he questioned.
Akane immediately took his words as a threat. "Since when have I been banned from rooms in my own house?" she challenged.
Ranma only rolled his eyes in response. "Aw man, you dad going to kick my butt if you are any worse by the time he gets back."
"I don't think that my moving into the living room is going to cause a sudden fever, Ranma. And why are you in here anyway? You hate watching t.v."
"Are you kidding? You family made me stay home to take care of you. I'd never hear the end of it if I left you here."
Akane turned her head away, sticking her nose in the air, refusing to lose her cool this time. "I can take care of myself, thank you!"
"Yeah, whatever," mumbled Ranma, as he continued to stare at the flashing screen before him.
She stood behind him for another moment or so with her feet shoulder-length apart and her arms crossed in a disapproving manner, much like a mother hovering over her little boy who had done something wrong. Finally bored with his lack of interest in her, Akane plopped down next to Ranma in an Indian-style position, allowing herself to fall into the television's trance. The two sat there for a good five minutes, drawn in by the seductive glow of the box that stood before them, before either of them spoke. "What exactly are you watching?" asked Akane, finally breaking the silence between them, neither one's eyes straying from the television.
"Tenchi."
"So I'm supposed to believe that this guy is constantly surrounded by beautiful women, all of whom are in love with him?"
Ranma shrugged with a smirk on his face. "Far fetched, I know. This is just anime, Akane. Just fiction. You know that none of this crap happens in real life."
*BOOM* Both Akane and Ranma jumped several feet in the air at the sound of split boards and broken glass, as if a wall had collapsed behind them. They were nearly correct in that assumption as Shampoo now stood before them, with her bicycle behind the dinner table and in front of a wall that now bore her shape. Ranma's look of surprise slipped into an expression of a boredom once again, as Akane now wore the look of extreme annoyance.
"Nihao, Ranma!" Shampoo greeted her love as bubbly as ever.
Ranma mustered his greatest lack of enthusiasm ever, sensing Akane next to him who was herself building to a slow steam. "Shampoo, what are you doing here?"
"Aiya! Today too nice for fiancée to be couped up in house all by self. Shampoo come to keep company and bring tasty ramen." She replied as she presented him with a paper box filled with a smooth and tasty aroma.
"He is NOT alone! But I sure with that I WAS!!" Akane yelled out in reply.
For the first time, Shampoo's gaze fell upon the short-haired girl and her smile slipped into a look of utter disappointment. "Oh, you here too. You have nothing better to do that sit around here?"
Akane opened her mouth in protest, but had no time to respond before a giant spatula penetrated the wall, next to the other gaping hole, and landed atop the table with fresh okonomiyaki. Akane's mouth dropped even lower on account of shock now and Ranma began to realize the trouble that he was getting into, even if it wasn't his fault. Not like that ever mattered...
Ukyou bounded through the newest wall opening and right up to Ranma, oblivious to Shampoo. "Ranma honey. I heard that you were stuck inside all day, and I can't just let you go hungry!"
Ranme looked down at her in confusion. "What makes you think that I would go hungry?"
"Well, look at the company you're keeping," she responded, nodding in Akane's direction. "No offense, hon," she added quickly in a weak attempt to smooth over the angry girl's hurt feelings.
She slid the heavy wooden panel door closed behind her as P-Chan swore to himself that he would brighten her day. How could she resist Ryoga protecting her from that beast who remained with her in the house? Now if he could only find the public baths. They couldn't be that far off...
Akane headed into the dining/family area of the home to find Ranma in front of the television, sprawled out on the floor. His body was propped up with his elbow, with his head resting in his hands. He looked incredibly bored. It was not often that she saw him like this. The pig-tailed boy almost always seemed to be in motion, even if it was just walking around the house. Ranma looked up at her as she entered the room, nearly startled by her presence. "What are you doing down here?" he questioned.
Akane immediately took his words as a threat. "Since when have I been banned from rooms in my own house?" she challenged.
Ranma only rolled his eyes in response. "Aw man, you dad going to kick my butt if you are any worse by the time he gets back."
"I don't think that my moving into the living room is going to cause a sudden fever, Ranma. And why are you in here anyway? You hate watching t.v."
"Are you kidding? You family made me stay home to take care of you. I'd never hear the end of it if I left you here."
Akane turned her head away, sticking her nose in the air, refusing to lose her cool this time. "I can take care of myself, thank you!"
"Yeah, whatever," mumbled Ranma, as he continued to stare at the flashing screen before him.
She stood behind him for another moment or so with her feet shoulder-length apart and her arms crossed in a disapproving manner, much like a mother hovering over her little boy who had done something wrong. Finally bored with his lack of interest in her, Akane plopped down next to Ranma in an Indian-style position, allowing herself to fall into the television's trance. The two sat there for a good five minutes, drawn in by the seductive glow of the box that stood before them, before either of them spoke. "What exactly are you watching?" asked Akane, finally breaking the silence between them, neither one's eyes straying from the television.
"Tenchi."
"So I'm supposed to believe that this guy is constantly surrounded by beautiful women, all of whom are in love with him?"
Ranma shrugged with a smirk on his face. "Far fetched, I know. This is just anime, Akane. Just fiction. You know that none of this crap happens in real life."
*BOOM* Both Akane and Ranma jumped several feet in the air at the sound of split boards and broken glass, as if a wall had collapsed behind them. They were nearly correct in that assumption as Shampoo now stood before them, with her bicycle behind the dinner table and in front of a wall that now bore her shape. Ranma's look of surprise slipped into an expression of a boredom once again, as Akane now wore the look of extreme annoyance.
"Nihao, Ranma!" Shampoo greeted her love as bubbly as ever.
Ranma mustered his greatest lack of enthusiasm ever, sensing Akane next to him who was herself building to a slow steam. "Shampoo, what are you doing here?"
"Aiya! Today too nice for fiancée to be couped up in house all by self. Shampoo come to keep company and bring tasty ramen." She replied as she presented him with a paper box filled with a smooth and tasty aroma.
"He is NOT alone! But I sure with that I WAS!!" Akane yelled out in reply.
For the first time, Shampoo's gaze fell upon the short-haired girl and her smile slipped into a look of utter disappointment. "Oh, you here too. You have nothing better to do that sit around here?"
Akane opened her mouth in protest, but had no time to respond before a giant spatula penetrated the wall, next to the other gaping hole, and landed atop the table with fresh okonomiyaki. Akane's mouth dropped even lower on account of shock now and Ranma began to realize the trouble that he was getting into, even if it wasn't his fault. Not like that ever mattered...
Ukyou bounded through the newest wall opening and right up to Ranma, oblivious to Shampoo. "Ranma honey. I heard that you were stuck inside all day, and I can't just let you go hungry!"
Ranme looked down at her in confusion. "What makes you think that I would go hungry?"
"Well, look at the company you're keeping," she responded, nodding in Akane's direction. "No offense, hon," she added quickly in a weak attempt to smooth over the angry girl's hurt feelings.