"Abducted Heart"
Love had a way to make a person crazy, and for Ranma, those bottled up feelings couldn't be denied anymore. He was a man abducted, literally, and metaphorically, in love.
He lay on the floor in his room and stared blankly at the ceiling. Had it been real or just a fantasy?
Nevertheless, his feelings for Akane would never be the same, their relationship had been changed forever!
A sensual embrace shared between them that constituted love between a boy and girl in a moment of tension and passion.
It had happened haphazardly, without warning, the fear of losing the other captured in the moment. And each of them wanted to give the other proof of how much they meant to the other, despite their historical strife.
It was a private matter.
But as Ranma lay on his back, he could remember what lead up to their consolidation, and he still couldn't believe it had had happened.
His heart had been abducted, literally and metaphorically, and the memory elevated his body temperature and made it tingle.
A smile crept onto his face, as he remembered looking into Akane's glistening eyes, remembering it with a wave of awe and confusion.
Then it happened—
"Ranma!" came a hard tone cry.
Ranma tilted his head up, his eyes locked onto Akane's as she pulled back the sliding door to his room, on the second floor of the Tendo Training Hall.
She was dressed for school, and little did she know, he could see up her skirt, and saw her panties. They had poka-dots. He smiled.
Akane frowned in her usual, disappointed way, as if everything he did was wrong. "So, what are you looking at? We're going to be late for school."
Of course, he recalled, she… "Not going today," he said, "not feeling right today. I may have a bit of a bug." Oh, yes…and maybe even a "fever."
"You were fine just last night," she said incredulously.
He turned around to his stomach and looked at her, with a smile that he couldn't hide. He even blushed, the heat resonating underneath his skin.
"Stop it!" Akane demanded. "Why are you looking at me so—creepily?"
He swallowed, tried to hide his emotions, but it was impossible. His memories drifting back to that moment. It just wouldn't vanish.
And yet, it almost seemed alien in a way—not him.
Akane snorted. "Fine! Have it your way," she said angrily, and stormed out.
Ranma winced as she slammed the door behind her, but then he smiled again. Those thoughts flooded back, he couldn't help it. He definitely had a "fever", of a sort.
Alone, he turned back around, settling is hands behind his head, crossed one leg over the other with a bent knee, and stared back at the ceiling again, blankly.
He wanted to remember it all again.
The moment he fell head over heels in love.
They were huddled together, a single plastic wrap around them. It was chilly, but their collective warmth gave them comfort to stay strong.
At first, their togetherness was rejected, even sadistic, beyond even consideration. But it soon became apparent they would need one another to remain warm. The fact that their clothes had been taken was a huge factor, but with the situation, they forewent all humility and modesty—needing one another.
In a square cell of some kind, the walls looked organic, but it was hygienic, yet cold like a medical office. Neither one knew how they got there, going to sleep that night. But when they awoke, each found themselves strapped down to a medical slab, their dignity removed, being experimented on by—god knew what?
Akane began to cry.
Ranma hugged her to his body. His skills as a martial artist was of no use here, but his willfulness to put aside his sexism was essential, he was scared too. They were being held, and treated, like lab rats, and if they got out of line, they were punished.
Ranma didn't want to experience that again.
"Oh, Ranma," Akane said sombrely, her face settled into his chest, for comfort and security, "I'm so scared."
"So am I, Akane," Ranma admitted honestly, but kept strong for her. He held her kindly to himself, and felt her tears drop down and stream along his bare skin.
They were warm, so his curse wasn't affected.
He had never been this close to her before, their bodies touching in such a sensual manner. If it weren't for the situation, he would be nervous. But he kept his wits. He had seem Akane naked before, when they first met. It was a surprise to them both.
Since then, her presence allowed him to retrain himself, to a point. Their parents forcing an engagement upon them. It was that animosity that prevented something else happening. Still, over time, things began to blossom into something else.
"They" had found his Jusenkyo curse, after Ranma had used it favourably to escape. The straps were customized for his male self, but when his female form was introduced, he was able to slip out of them, and flee.
But his escape had been fleeting. He got turned around, running every which way through the massive metallic corridors of—where ever he was. And when he was captured, they punished him—torturing him with more experiments, using his curse to collect information, exploiting his ultimate weakness.
They experimented on Akane more, as well.
After what seemed like hours, they were both brought here—to this cell.
Ranma tried to comfort Akane, while trying to make sense of it all. He never thought such a thing was real, or it could happened to them.
But the stories were real!
Akane cried herself to sleep, she was exhausted. He was tired, too. But he wanted to stay away, keep watch. It was best she sleep now, to offer her some reprieve to the nightmare they found themselves in…
The next thing he knew, he had fallen asleep, with his arms around her, and in his dreams, he could swear she had been calling his name.
Then, he heard her voice: "Ranma?" whispering in his ear. "Wake up."
He opened his eyes, and looked at her. She was pressed more firmly against him, he could feel her warmth basking, adding to his own, despite only plastic wrap covering them. His body felt a little numb, unable to move, unwilling to move, to break the bond the pair had forged. He felt if he let go, he would lose Akane.
"Ranma," she said quietly, "they haven't come for us in hours."
He nodded, looking at the cell door. Then he looked back at her. His face was close to hers. "Akane, if we don't escape, I want you to know something…"
Akane hugged him, as if knowing his thoughts.
"I love you," he said. He had said it before, but not with such sincerity.
"Oh, Ranma…" She looked up, her gaze met his, looking longingly into his eyes. "When we first met, I hated you…our situation was wrong. But over time, I grew to accept having you in my life, and I couldn't ask for anything more."
They leaned in to kiss, their lips touched, moisture mixed, and passion erupted. It was long overdue. And Ranma brought her even closer into an embrace, her bosom pressed into his chest. It wasn't an erotic moment, but one of self-respect and love.
And then he felt the tears flow from his eyes, they were tears of joy.
He loved her, he had for the longest time. But he could never admit it. There was just too much distance between them. And then, there were the others that always tried to separate them. But now, they could be together. They had wasted so much time.
The sound of a click was heard, and they turned to see the door to their cell opening. Both gasped, knowing what this meant.
Their captives emerged, two of them—with their large bulbous, black eyes; large, round cranium heads; their reedy, grey bodies; three fingered hands, and asexual identities.
Ranma pushed Akane behind him and stood his ground, giving her the wrap. "Take me!" he offered, even demanded. "Leave Akane alone! I'm the one you really want!"
They merely stared at him, as if his words were foreign.
"Ranma!" Akane cried out, reaching out, and grabbing his arm. "No!"
But his demands fell on deaf ears (they had no ears to speak of), and they were both taken, against their will with some sort of unusual, telepathic control—mind control—kicking and screaming for mercy.
The next thing he knew, for he may have fainted, was he found himself back home—in his room, fully clothed.
He was alone.
He recalled it all, tried to piece it together, yet things began to fade, like stark memories of an unknown nature, fogged up like a dream sequence. Had it really been a dream? And what a bizarre one at that!
He shook his head, it felt so real.
Still, the sensations and feelings that I have...are very real!
If it was a dream, and being abducted by aliens and kissing Akane under extreme stress, how it progressed, the fantasy of a boy thinking of a girl, then he knew he couldn't hide it anymore—he loved Akane Tendo.
He smiled, and looked up at the ceiling.
He decided he wasn't going to school, flushed with a temperature mimicking a fever, and boy, did he ever have one…
And there was no cure for it.
His heart had been abducted much like in his dream.
And that was fine with him.
END