Chapter 5:

Eh. I'm getting really tired of this fanfiction. It's not turning out very well and I'm pretty unhappy with what I've done so far on it. It's definitely not my usual writing style, or my preferred genre, actually. I've never finished a fanfiction before because I rarely work on them. I've tried with this one, but it seems pretty boring. I really appreciate the time people take to review, you guys are awesome, but I really want to start this over. Or maybe I should just start a new fanfiction…?

- Just thought that I should mention that I don't own Ranma, because if I did, I'd be Rumiko Takashi, kind of old, and living the good life in Japan.

Which I'm not.

Below is a little snippet of what Chapter 5 WOULD have been…

It looked lovely, really, it did- pinks and greens and blues. Unfortunately for Akane, color did not necessarily equal taste.

"DAMMIT, AGAIN?" She screeched.

Forcefully chucking the misguided concoction into a trash bin (where it could fester amongst other failed culinary attempts), she pivoted on her heel and kicked a bowl that had fallen to the floor in the commotion. It promptly went soaring out of the open window, and probably on for a long time. Slowly, she regained a somewhat normal composure.

"I want to make something nice. Just once!" She sighed heavily.

"Just who are we making it for?" Kasumi piped up. She had watched sorrowfully as one of her bowls was punted out the window. "That was the cute one with the green rim and the ducks on it, too."

"Nobody…!"

"Oh, so you're just practicing for the sake of practicing?" Kasumi smiled knowingly. After all, it's common knowledge that one can't hide things from older siblings, at least, not easily.

"…" Akane dropped her gaze to the side. She tried to find something to focus on, but the floor space was empty, and the tiling decidedly uninteresting.

"Do you think it's one of the reasons he left…?" Kasumi came out from behind the doorframe. She peered intently at Akane, trying to catch her gaze. She tilted her head to the side, chin tucked in. Akane glanced up to see her sister's big brown eyes set below raised eyebrows. "Because, you know that's not it."

Akane tried to think of something to say. She laughed a little. "Although, I wouldn't put it past him to run from my cooking…"

"Well, you've been getting better." Kasumi said thoughtfully.

"Really! You really think so?" Akane brightened up instantly. She clasped her hands together. "If you're saying it, it must be true!"

Kasumi smiled and nodded. After all, it wasn't TOTALLY untrue…

"Agh… it's just… I told him not to leave like this again!" Akane shrugged, rolling her eyes simultaneously. "As usual, it's like talking to a brick wall. He's such a muscle head."

-

Owari

Well? I don't know if I should continue. I want to start something and I want the beginning to be good, because I'm a friggin' perfectionist. So sue me.

Not that you would win anything, because I'm dirt poor. Nyeah.