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The Diary of Akane Tendo

Chapter Three: One Luck of a Headache

Friday, December 3, school rooftop

I vowed to give Ranma the silent treatment until I couldn't, which probably meant until the day I die. I hated him so much, letting him dance naked in front of the whole Nerima wouldn't have made me forgive him. For what? For everything, not just yesterday. For being Ranma. I know that's inequitable (again), but a grudge is something one cannot easily get rid of.

But I guess I can't now! Hate him, I mean. Because of what he did, I could never hate him now.

Avery asked me yesterday to come over his place for the study session he promised me during the whole O H Ca N Dy chemical symbols thing when I couldn't concentrate because of what Ranma had called me. He'll pick me up in the dojo at 10 tomorrow. I'm supposed to be thrilled right now, but I'm sorta not actually looking forward to seeing him. Because something happened.

You know, Avery has made a lot of friends in school. Every time he passes by the corridors, all the girls greet him and do all smarmy things, obviously fawning and squealing over his handsomeness and Avery-ness. Duh, I know, because I am his official royal companion most of the time. I go where he goes, and he goes where I go (because we almost always head to the same place, anyway). I mean, okay, I know that fawning and squealing over a person is not the same as being a friend of his, because it's just like, you know, girls fawning over Heath Ledger or someone, but Avery himself said that he considers them as friends. And, I guess, with that awesome personality of his, they consider him as their friend, too.

So the whole we've-been-hanging-out-together-incessantly thing started rumors, even though we have only started to go to the same place together last Wednesday at lunch. But then, one can go to a lot of places in this school of mine in one day, so it might as well have looked like… well, the thing the students have been suspecting about me and Avery.

When I entered the classroom this morning, the girls formed a mob around me. If I were somebody completely uninvolved with the picture and just speculating, I'd have thought that all of the girls were bullying a poor, helpless little lady (you know, the type in those school chick flicks where there's this newcomer who bumped into some evil sorority leader, so the whole bunch of female hooligans gang up around her and beat her up). But I wasn't, because alas, I was the one being mobbed in the middle of the circle of the Avery-crazed girls.

Sayuri was going, "Akane! What's Avery like? How come you were together?"

I was stunned and I couldn't answer, so they bombarded me with more questions:

"Why are you always together? Is he like, courting you?"

"Is he your boyfriend now?"

"Is he a prince?"

Come on, people, I wanted to say. Avery Hanabishi and I have just started hanging out during lunch last Wednesday, which explains the insignificant number of hours I've spent with him! That's only like, Thursday and half of Wednesday (Tuesday was the acquaintance stage; it doesn't count as significant, I guess). Can't you see the point? You cannot thoroughly know a person, and instantly be his girlfriend, in just a day and a half!

Which was half true, if you ask me, because I did get to know Avery a lot during that period of time. But hey, it's not my fault the guy is so open with me, considering the fact that he thinks I'm the only decent person he could talk to besides the otherwise drooling ladies and defensive men.

And then someone just had to shout, "DID YOU DITCH RANMA FOR AVERY?"

The whole class fell silent all of a sudden. The boys (who were in a separate group away from my mob in the other side of the room) all looked at us. Turns out they also formed a crowd around Avery, finally talking to him man to man. No doubt about what. There was a gap in both mobs, so I saw Avery looking at me, blushing, his face a question mark. I felt like blushing myself, until I saw Ranma by the window. He was looking at me with a was-that-true, incredulous expression on his face.

I am not even kidding. To say that MOB was the word of the day would be an understatement. The tongue is officially the most lethal weapon existing in this school. See what rumors could do? Rumors that, I should say, are just plain wrong, because: 1.) Avery is NOT courting me, 2.) he's NOT my boyfriend, and 3.) he's NOT a prince? I mean, as I said, he's the closest to a prince a guy could ever get, but that doesn't make him an actual one, technically.

I was speechless. Well, wouldn't you, if you were in my place? If someone asked you that heinous question in front of everybody about ditching your fiancé in exchange for a newfound friend, wouldn't you be speechless?

After a moment, Yuka asked it again, in a whisper, but everybody was so silent that the whole class heard it.

"Akane and I are just friends," Avery answered finally.

The guys raised their eyebrows in suspicion (except Ranma – I saw him frozen in disbelief or something, thus hindering him from making any form of motion), and the girls looked at me for an assertion. And I gave them one.

"Yes, we're just friends."

Everybody heaved a sigh of relief. Then someone made the environment lighter by laughing, but the tension was very obvious. Everything was much better than the past five minutes, though I still couldn't figure out why the people were making such a big deal out of me and Avery accompanying each other. He's NEW, and there was nobody to show him around except me! Many girls might want to volunteer to be his guide around the school, but I doubt they'd do him any good because all they would probably do is stare at his handsome face and blabber incoherently. Still, everything was better.

Until somebody asked, "What about Ranma, though?"

Why, why, WHY do these things keep happening to me? Why can't they just happen to Osama Bin Laden or somebody, this feeling of apprehension and humiliation? Because, you know, if this kept happening to OBL, I'm pretty sure he'd turn himself in to the world army or something, because if he was always undergoing chagrin and trepidation, he'll go crazy – apparently enough to order his whole gang of terrorists to capitulate (hurrah, world peace. No more beauty queens who say "I believe what we need is world peace" in the question and answer portion of the pageant, where the question usually goes like: "In your opinion, what does the world urgently need right now?"). Then BBC, CNN, and NHK would film in their forsaken disordered lair, just like what happened to former Iraqi president Saddam Hussein. And they had to make it worse for him by filming his medical check-up, where he opened his unclean mouth wide and the doctor stuck in a popsicle stick – more degradation. That was really gross, especially to the 6, 7 billion people watching all over the world.

I so do not want to be shown on international television with someone sticking a popsicle in my mouth, so I try to take a hold of myself every time I am mortified as to not resort to becoming crazy.

After the question about Ranma, I just stupidly stood there with everybody's eyes on me, and Ranma was looking at me with something I couldn't describe, other than incredulity. Anxiety?

"I… I-I…"

I was saved by the bell.

Everyone went back to their seats automatically, thus attesting my zombie theory (except this time Avery didn't do anything, hence disproving the part of the theory that Avery was the sorcerer controlling the zombies). The teacher had already entered the room, but I could still feel everybody's eyes on me.

I thought that maybe Avery would be all coy and weird because of what happened, and because of the awareness of the said link between us. But he wasn't. He passed me a note.

What was that about? -Avery

I don't know, it was like I was transported into the 15th century or something, and there was this angry mob coming to get me! -Akane

He chuckled when he read my reply.

Maybe because we're always together. Yeah, that's it.

WHY are we always together, anyway?

Well, you're the closest person to me in this school at the moment. When I start making friends, it's like they turn into jelly or something. I really couldn't understand them, especially the girls. The boys are a little… cold.

I'll talk to the guys. I don't want to be mobbed everyday, you know.

Does that mean you don't want to keep me company anymore?

No, course not! I enjoy being with you. But people here tend to link us as more than friends. And it's… WEIRD.

Are we just friends, Akane?

I was freaking out in my mind when I read it. What in the world was that supposed to mean? I think my face couldn't be painted. But it appears that our homeroom teacher found it to be… exceptionally prominent. My face, I mean. Because he walked up to me, grabbed the small piece of paper from my hand, and, without regard for my frantic prayers to Kami-sama, read it aloud, and warned us to quit passing notes during lectures.

I swear, I wanted to die. I wanted the floor to crack open and swallow me whole. I wanted to escape into Harry Potter's world and ride a Thunderbolt broomstick to escape into the mountains where Sirius Black and Buckbeak used to hide before Sirius died. I wanted a Black Hawk to appear right outside the window, then I'd crash the glass and jump in the helicopter that would fly me to Africa or somewhere.

When the homeroom teacher left the room, the class was murmuring. I was looking down on my desk; I couldn't take all of it. I mean, first, people link me as more than friends with a FRIEND. Then the said friend just asked if we were really just friends. Most of all, people think I've ditched the love of my life for him!

Ugh. I don't believe I just called Ranma the love of my life. Why can't I keep myself from falling in love with someone like him?

Oh. Because I have already fallen in love with him! With Ranma Saotome (I think)!

Why? I'll tell you why.

While suffering the minutes waiting for the math teacher to arrive, I was looking down on my desk. Everybody was talking about the note. I even caught a glimpse of Avery looking down on his desk, too. I heard what everybody was talking about, because I wasn't absorbed in a conversation with anybody, because they just wanted to talk among themselves, because it was like I wasn't there. That, and/or they thought I was deaf.

"What was that note about?"

"Avery obviously likes Akane. But Akane already has Ranma, right?"

"But there's a possibility she's ditching him!"

"Yeah, they're always arguing. And Avery's really nice to Akane. I couldn't blame her if she falls in love with him – he's perfect!"

I couldn't really see Ranma because he was seated behind me. The gossips squeezed into my ears, then my brain, until it started to throb, like some computer on overload and at the brink of crashing. Let's say the computer model Celeron's being fed too much data and the disk space is full… and so I wanted to cry – so, so much.

The moment the math teacher entered the classroom, I said I had a terrible headache (which was true, so that's a point off my Lies Told record) and quickly excused myself. I was seriously on the edge of crying in front of everyone, which, I tell you, is totally not a good feeling, on account of the fact that it is HUMILIATING, which is the second word of the day. I slammed the door behind me and ran to the clinic to get some medicine, and to get away from those horrible, tactless people.

Okay, you'd think it ends there. But it doesn't.

I was bawling in the clinic as I sat there in front of the nurse's desk. I told the nurse that I was crying because of the headache. It was true – I mean, the headache was as EXCRUCIATING as hell. But then, basically I was sobbing my heart out because of what happened. It was all too much.

And the next thing I knew, I felt someone's hand on my shoulder. I expected the nurse to hand me the medicine, but when I looked up, I saw – believe it! – RANMA. I went, "What are you doing here? You want to talk about me too, like I'm deaf or something?" I sobbed all over myself back there that it's a wonder why he didn't leave.

"No," he said. "I… okay, I admit I was shocked with… what just happened back there–"

"So you believe that, too?" I couldn't believe that Ranma of all people would do what the others did. He was in fact the person closest to me in the classroom, and I thought he'd have at least some sympathy for me!

"BUT," he continued, and I sobbed again. "Akane, come on, you've got to listen…"

He held my chin gently and raised my head so he could see my face. I shook my head away but he held it still. You know, like in those romance movies that make girls squeal so much. And what's better was that I was in one of them! I mean, okay, if I were the Akane Tendo that I was almost a year ago, just after I've met Ranma Saotome, I'd have thought that the male lead was brute kid who loved calling me names and was just taking his chance with me because of his hentai ways. But I'm not. And I realized that Ranma's been revealing his sensitive side a few nights ago, for some reason.

"Akane," he pleaded. "Would you really expect me to believe that crap? Please," he said softly, wiping my tears with the thumb of his other hand, "stop crying."

In my mind, I was all, "Shut up. You're lying." But I thought that was really something cruel to say because he, after all, put his efforts into chasing me all the way to the clinic, so what I really said to him was, "No, baka. You should have seen your face back there. You believed it. And stop making me believe you actually care."

I mean, come on. After that rage session I had last night because of his invasion of my privacy and calling me kawaiikune in front of everybody in study period, I've forgotten all the nice things he'd said to me three nights ago. Again, not my fault.

"Oh, honey," the nurse sighed, hearing me cry harder upon entering the scene. She obviously didn't hear what we were talking about because she went, "Miss Tendo, your head hurts that much? Take the medicine and just stay here in the clinic."

Ranma let go of my chin and took a step back to make way for the nurse.

"Come here, honey," she said gently as she helped me up from the chair and led me to the next room that looked very much like the one in Dr. Tofu's place. She made me lie down on one of the beds and left to get a glass of water.

Ranma entered the room and the moment I saw him, I turned my head the other way, facing the window. I mean, hello, what he was saying was totally the opposite of his expression in the classroom! And, well, I couldn't help but do some drama, as I was getting into the romantic movie milieu. I figured that out just now, but it felt real that time.

My face was still wet because of the tears. "Akane," he started. When I didn't say anything, I just found the light from the window being blocked by his figure, because he moved to the other side of the bed. I didn't move my head anymore because it hurt so much.

He sat down on one of the chairs beside the bed and leaned close. "Akane, don't let yourself be affected by these small things. You know very well that I don't believe what our classmates were saying. So it's… it's just STUPID for you to–"

"Why?" I interrupted, in spite of the throbbing headache I was having. "Why didn't you believe it? The proof was right there in the note. All of them think Avery and I are actually more than friends now. I just don't get it, Ranma. I mean, it's you who's in trouble. People think you've been ditched. Isn't that just insulting?"

I just wanted to do a little testing is all. Because I wanted to know if the guy I was talking to was still Ranma, or just that Copycat Ken guy. Clearly, he was not acting like how I'd expected Ranma to. I mean, Ranma would be insightful when I am hurt, as what always happened in the past, but not this insightful! You know, the whole holding-my-chin and wiping-my-tears thing. So if his answer was the one the REAL Ranma would have said, then I wasn't setting my mallet on him.

He blushed. Or maybe I was just seeing red because I was dying or something (no, that time I was not glad at that fact because I wanted to live and know what he thought about it), as the headache was getting stronger and more painful.

"Yes, it's insulting!" Ranma grumbled heatedly. "Of course it is! What do you think of me, a hermit who doesn't have a social life and a reputation to take care of?"

Oh yes, that was Ranma all right. And I thought to myself, Akane, you've been silly for having been moved with his heart warming gestures. No need for the mallet to be revived, after all.

And I guess I had a crestfallen look painted on my face, because he was suddenly startled and stammered an apology.

"It hit my pride, certainly," he went on, referring to the ditching rumor. "But… I think the people back there in the classroom took in the words without understanding them, because… y-you never gave your answer to his question about you being just friends, did you? So that means you're just friends, right?" He had this hopeful, anxious look on his face, which I guess made him look cute. But I wasn't thinking about that back then, of course.

"YES, we're just friends." Imagine how much younger he looked without those skeptic wrinkles on his face! It's like he was a hundred times happier. "It's just that we're always together. He told me that you guys were cold towards him. And the girls… well, they aren't sane when he's there."

His face scrunched up into a small frown. "Well, I'll try to make friends." Then his face had this different look, like halfway toward a smile and the urge to hug – just to achieve comforting human contact. "Remember, things are going to be okay. People are not going to think there's something wrong because… because… you're not ditching me, right?"

I blinked. Did I just hear correctly what he said?

But then, my hidden feelings for Ranma were fighting their way out, and what I answered was, "No, I'm not ditching you," before the nurse entered with a glass of water. So that's like saying we're officially an item (we actually don't regard each other as fiancées even if we are in the eyes of everybody, but then saying I'm not ditching him would mean we in fact deem each other as fiancées!) and maybe… he has feelings for me after all!

When the nurse asked him to leave, he bargained for a minute, and the nurse gave it to him and headed outside after putting the glass of water on the side table beside my medicine and telling Ranma he'd have to help me take in my medication. I thought I couldn't be happier. I mean, it's Ranma we're talking about, and he just wanted to stay with me some more!

But I found out later that I could be happier. When the nurse left, my eyes followed her, and when my head turned, it really hurt that I whimpered in pain. He panicked, but in seconds he held my head gently and I looked at him. He smiled at me, and I think the headache was gone. Most of it, anyway. The next thing he did was take out a handkerchief from his pocket and he wiped my wet face with it. He helped me sit up and take in my medicine. After I swallowed the tablet, he slowly laid me back to bed. "You feeling okay now, Akane?"

"Yes, thanks."

Then he looked outside the door and nodded, which meant the nurse was already calling him out. "I have to go now. Get well, okay? Drink lots of water, and sleep all you want. If you're still asleep by dismissal time, I'll just carry you home. And–"

"Ranma, I'm going to be fine," I insisted weakly. But I was smiling because I was amused with his tone – he was frantically saying stuff to make me feel better. And it worked! I could tell by his look that he didn't want to go.

"Okay…" his voice trailed off because he couldn't talk at that moment. He couldn't talk at that moment because he KISSED ME!

RANMA SAOTOME KISSED ME ON THE FOREHEAD! I mean, I know, it's just the forehead. BUT HE STILL KISSED ME! I really thought it was just some lovely nightmare (hah! Paradoxes!) but when I woke up at 3 pm, the nurse told me it was true (she was by the door when Ranma did it).

"I'll be back," he bade, and then he walked out of the room. Wasn't that just sweet of him? I swear, right now, I am totally taking back that I hate him. Because my feelings of love (cannot find any other word that could explain my emotion. If that word existed, I'd put it there instead of love, but it's inexistent) towards him have recuperated. I just don't know if it's going to last… because… ugh, just for some reason.

Okay. So I'm here on the school rooftop because I woke up before dismissal, and I told the nurse that I'm fine and I'll go back to class. But I didn't – I went straight to this deserted place because I have to write down what happened!

Everything seems fine. Except the Avery part. Why did he ask if we were really just friends? What did that mean? Like he wants to be more than friends or something? I don't get Avery. His last question in the note did it. But then… I know there must be an explanation…

Friday, my room

One of the first close contacts I had with Ranma was when he turned into a she and she was half-asleep. I carried her on my back on the way home. The next ones were usually the opposite. He was the one who carried me because I was typically hurt all the time. I always got into trouble. That always gave him the reason to reprimand me and call me baka.

I don't know, but I guess being in Ranma's arms makes me feel safe. It doesn't matter if we're being chased by some crazed amazon, a crazed cook, a crazed gymnast, or all sorts of crazed creatures. It doesn't matter if he's running so fast, even though I have this little fear that he might accidentally toss me, because I trust him. I trust the way he handles me because I know he's never going to desert me.

Yeah, the whole time I hated him, that piece of reminder was always etched in my mind. So I never FULLY hated him.

And I don't think I ever could again.

While sitting on the rooftop, right after I closed my journal and decided to just watch the sky, the Kendo Club entered the scene to practice. And yep, Kuno was all Shakespeare again when he saw me. He sat down beside me and ordered the club to go on with their training. Here's our exchange of conversation:

Kuno: Tendo Akane, why art thou sitting solitarily in this bare place? A rose like thee is not befit to stay alone in a place like this! Good fortune comes to you, for I am here to–

Me: Kuno sempai, it's okay. I was leaving anyway. Just… go on with your Kendo or something.

Kuno: You look rather forlorn.

Me: I'm not. I'm happy.

Kuno: With an untrue fiancé like Saotome? It's a wonder why you are.

Me: He isn't untrue or anything. He's Ranma. Oh, what am I doing here talking to you? I should be in my class. Or you know, peeling potatoes instead of being here.

Kuno (not realizing the supposed-to-be piece of rudeness I gave him): Then why art thou here on this forsaken place?

Me: I had this terrible headache and I was rushed to the clinic. I slept for a few hours and woke up, so I headed here to breathe some fresh air. My head still hurts a little, but I think I'll go back to class now.

I started to get up, and to my surprise, Kuno helped me up. Just like a normal gentleman.

Kuno: Then thou shall get well, for angels like thee do not deserve to go under worldly sufferings. You wish me to accompany thee to thy class, I suppose?

My mouth was agape and my eyebrows were raised to the ninth power. Honestly, it was like my whole world turned upside-down today!

Me (managed to speak): N-no, thanks… I-I'll go now. Bye.

Kuno: Uh… Wait.

He took my hand and kneeled down. The rest of the Kendo club had their heads together, gawking at what Kuno just did. And if my heart was a person, she'd probably be gawking as well while she was going lub-dub, lub-dub loudly like a bongo drum. I mean, okay, this was KUNO and I have totally no interest in him, but what he did was so sudden that it was worthy of a couple of quick heartbeats. It scared me, actually. What in the world was happening, a marriage proposal?

He looked up at me for a few seconds, his face unwrinkled, unmoving, trying to put on this I'm-your-prince-I've-come-to-rescue-you-my-princess expression.

Me: Er… what?

Kuno: Will you go with me to the Winter Dance next week?

Me: Oh.

It was no marriage proposal after all, thank Kami-sama, but oh crud – that's when I realized that I still don't have a partner for the Winter Dance!

He looked anxious. And I wasn't tempted to say yes then and there. Even if he was all gentlemanly then, he'd most probably return to his usual Kuno self – the egotistic, weird one.

Me: Um, thanks. For asking, I mean. But I…

Don't want to go to the dance with a lunatic like you!

Kuno (just after my quick intake of breath and my unfinished answer): 'Tis all right. I understand.

I don't know if he knew what explanation I had in mind, but whatever. As quickly as I could, I bade goodbye and walked out of the door. I was super freaked out and it made my head hurt again. So I went back to the clinic. I mean, I wasn't ready to face my classmates yet. The nurse was surprised to see me, but I said I really needed some more rest because my head started to hurt again. So she gave me the same medicine and let me rest on the same bed.

I don't know what happened, but the next thing I knew, I felt like I was floating on air. There was this steady tip-tap sound somewhere below. When I opened my eyes, I saw Ranma's face looking ahead, the sky in the background. So I figured it was just a dream. You know – the sky, Ranma. Heaven was a dream for me. Either that or I had died (I'd rather go for the former).

When I felt his two arms supporting my shoulders and legs, I knew he was carrying me. But then, you know, I wasn't really stupid or anything to kiss him right there, even if I thought it was a dream. I just called out his name in a soft whisper, and he looked down.

"A-Akane!"

"Ranma, what's going on? Why are you carrying me?"

He continued walking. After a few seconds, he said, "Like I told you, if you're still asleep by dismissal time, I'll carry you home. I didn't want to wake you up because you're still weak. Your headache might return. And if it does, you're going to worry everybody. We don't want that to happen."

Then he took a deep breath, and I felt his upper body's muscles press on me. He was warm. And it felt nice, that I smiled at him. It was then that I realized I wasn't in a dream.

He awkwardly smiled back. "So… you okay now?"

I just snuggled close and buried my face in his chest. "Yeah, thanks."

That was it. Maybe having read my diary yesterday caused him to act like that, but neither of us said a word about my diary or its contents. Which avoided the most probable effect of me being uncomfortable during the trip back home, thank you very much. And wasn't that just sweet? I mean, I ignored the fact that he called me weak. Because it was true. I was weak a few hours ago. But right now, I am totally reenergized because Ranma just carried me home like a princess being carried by her prince!

Oooh, I wonder when he's going to ask me to come with him to the dance? Maybe he thought it was a bad time to ask a while ago. All I have to do is be patient, I guess…

So, anyway, when I came home, I didn't tell anybody about my headache. Nor did Ranma. I don't know, I think we both know that what happened was supposed to be only between us. Like some telepathy or something. So, you know, I didn't have to worry about the family knowing, or else they'd fret about me and all.

What I'm worrying about is what I should do next.

I don't want to be sweet all of a sudden. What am I going to do tomorrow? Fake it all up and be all grumpy again? No, I most certainly won't! Things like what happened don't happen everyday. I'll just act nicer, but not all lovey-dovey. I wonder how I'm going to pull this off.

Wait. So what's going to happen, then? What if Ranma won't make a move? Worse, what if he was just forced to do it (carry me home while I'm asleep) because he didn't want his kawaiikune fiancé to badger him about stuff on the way home?

I so do not like the mystery that surrounds this world.

Author's Notes: Yeah, well, NHK is the only Japanese television channel I know (refer to the Bin Laden paragraph). They have it here in my country on cable, for some reason. And also after the teacher read Avery and Akane's note, Akane made some Harry Potter and Black Hawk Down references. And that was just for fun again. ;)

Now, I know this chapter's sort of dramatic. Forgive me, because I just watched an episode of some Mexican soap opera and have been terribly moved, because it's one of those episodes where the leading lady starts crying and the leading man embraces her and all that blah. Please review. (",)

Ikerana: Curious, huh? I know many people are. And don't worry, there's going to be a platter of love and chocolate coming up!

Baron Hausenpheffer: Thanks! Many people actually try to write in diary mode but fail to do so. Don't fret, all the angst will soon ebb. She'll lighten up.

Itssotaken: Negatively OOC? Who knows? Maybe Akane's been feeling that way during the anime series, but we just didn't know it… until I sneaked into her room and stole her diary for me to publish it online. Anyway, thanks. (",)

hashiba42: Thank you!

Koala Kitty: Yes, the hormones. Thanks for commending the character writing!

KarmaDreamz: I will update of course, so keep reading to find out.

The-Shadow002: The apology! I love it as well. You know Ranma – he messes things up, settles them, and messes them up again.

Story Weaver1: I thought Ranma's apology was cute, too. He rarely shows that side of him in the series. As for Ranma and Avery, keep reading to find out if they ever come to a head.

ashmidnight92: Thanks!

Jace3: Glad you think it's well done and cool, and that it sounds like a diary. Thanks so much. (",)

Priestess Kohana: Thank you! And yes, it's a Ranma-Akane fic.

a reader: Well, that's Akane and it's in her nature. However, I might want to point out that Ranma and Akane are still in the our-parents-forced-us-into-this-whole-fiancé-thing-and-we-don't-agree-we-don't-want-to-have-anything-to-do-with-it stage, so naturally both of them would think that if he/she starts seeing other people with the opposite gender, the other would not care.

alanna: Yes, life. That's what I write about, since I am coursing through it everyday. (",)