Disclaimer: Yeah, I own Ranma ½. Its all mine Wahaha! Oh, and I invented microwave popcorn.

NOT.

Ranma ½ does not belong to me, it belongs to Rumiko Takahashi (WAH!)

Chapter Two:

Feisty Fiancées

Ranma:

Akane had her head down the whole day. What was wrong with her? I mean, I was the one who was stuck with being a Basket boy. Well, at least I wouldn't have to work or anything. But what if no one bid on me? Then again… what if… Akane bid on me? I shook my head. All these thoughts were making me nervous.

The school bell rang and I jumped out of my desk, eager to finally leave this hellhole of a school. I walked over to Akane's desk and put my hand on her shoulder, gently. "Akane, lets go. The bell rang."
Akane, without a word, got up and began walking out the door.

"Hey, Akane! Wait up!" I shouted.

I caught up to her, but she wouldn't stop. I grabbed her waist to make her stop.

"What is it, Ranma?" she said, irritably.

"What's wrong? You've been pissed of and moping all day."

Her cheeks flushed. "Why… are you worried?"

"No!" I shouted, quickly. A blush crept across my cheeks. I was worried, but I'd never let her know that.

Akane's blush turned into anger. "Oh, of course not." she said as she continued to walk home. "I forgot you didn't have any feelings!"

I walked on the top of the fence and she walked on the ground next to me. "Uncute," I muttered under my breath. We didn't look at each other, both of us stayed gazing in the opposite direction.

Then I was attacked by a flying bicycle. It knocked the wind out of me and I flew to the ground. Ouch, that was going to leave a mark.

But what scared me even more was who was on the bicycle.

"Nihao, Ranma!" Shampoo shouted while jumping off the bike. "Why you under bike?"

"Because you trampled me with it!" I shouted at her. Shampoo could be pretty dense sometimes.

"Aiyah, Shampoo heal Ranma with too-too loving kisses!" Shampoo said while jumping on me.

"Sh-Shamp-" I began, but I was interrupted by a gigantic spatula that was flung into the air and landed about an inch away from my feet.

"You can't have him, ya hussy!" shouted Ukyo at Shampoo.

Two crazed fiancées fighting over my affection. Wow, wasn't that a way to make Akane even happier.

"Ran-chan, I heard that you turned out to be a Basket boy!" Ukyo giggled. "I'll be sure to work extra-hard to get that date!"
"What you talking, spatula girl?" Shampoo asked Ukyo, while finally getting off me.

"Ranma's a Basket boy at our festival. You'd better wish Ranma goodbye because he'll be all mine."

"Shampoo hear all about Furinkan festival." Shampoo reached into her pockets, slowly to take out her batons. "I no let you have Ranma!" she shouted.

Ukyo took out her miniature razor-sharp spatulas. "Bring it on." she said, while getting into fighting position.

And Ka-boom. The fight started. That was my cue to get out of there as fast as I could.

"Akane," I whispered, taking a few steps backward. "We'd better get out of here or things will get ug-" I looked behind me and I noticed that Akane was no where to be found.

She left without me! And she called me an insensitive jerk!

I tip-toed a few steps away from the scene and as soon as I was a few feet away, I ran as fast as I could to the Tendo household.

As soon as I got home, everyone started cheering and throwing confetti around. Soun was crying and Nabiki had a smug look on her face.

"I'm so proud, boy." Soun said as he put one arm around me and one around Akane, who was sitting on the table eating her dinner. She didn't even look at me. Like I said, uncute. "You and Akane get to have your very first date since you're a Basket boy, Ranma! I'm so proud!" he cried.

Crap. Nabiki must've found out about the Basket boys and told everyone. That girl couldn't keep her mouth SHUT, could she?

"Dad," Akane groaned. "Leave us alone!"

"Ranma, I'll make you a delicious lunch to take with you for your little auction." Kasumi said. I groaned. Wouldn't anyone shut up about the stupid auction! I felt like an item that anyone could just buy. It bugged me. Then again, this would be the perfect shot to show off my good looks. Well, there was a plus!

Akane just stared at everyone in disgust. Then her cheeks puffed up and flared with anger. Oh no, there she blows!

Then, surprisingly she calmed down. "I'm going to my room." she said, and she walked away.

Was she still mad? Now I was angry. I didn't do anything to her! Why was SHE mad at ME? I followed her up the stairs and stopped her before she walked into her bedroom. I grabbed her wrists.

"Akane," I whispered. "Why are you mad at me?"

Akane turned her head away from me. "I'm not mad, Ranma."

"Yes you are, stupid." I said. My gosh, this girl had anger issues.

"Ranma," she growled. "Will you just leave me alone!" she broke my grasp and ran into her room. She slammed her door shut as hard as she could. I just stood there like a fish outside of water.

This Basket boy thing was turning out to be a real pain.

Akane:

Why did I run like that? Ugh, why am I such a spaz when it comes to Ranma? He's right, he didn't do anything to hurt me, but I wasn't going to tell him that! I could just imagine him laughing at me 'I knew it, you're jealous! I knew even you couldn't resist my handsome debonair looks!'

My eyebrow twitched. No way! I was definitely not jealous!

Then, on my dresser, a bright pink envelope caught my eye. It was probably another letter from Ryouga. Ryouga was always sending me gifts and things. I thought it was very sweet of him. Too bad Ranma couldn't be more like him.

I flipped the letter and it said it was from Nabiki. Whoa… Nabiki? Why would Nabiki send me a letter? It was probably a bill or something I forgot to pay. I sighed as I tore open the letter. But what was on the inside shocked me, big time.

Akane,

Here's five thousand yen. Don't bother to thank me later.

- Nabiki

What? I didn't understand the letter. What did I need five thousand yen for? I wasn't saving up for anything. Plus, it was unusual for Nabiki to give up any money. Especially five thousand yen.

I shrugged it off. Well, free money is free money. I put the money into the pocket of my school uniform. Maybe I'll treat all my friends to lunch or something?

I leapt over to the door and listened to make sure no one was anywhere near. I didn't want to see anyone right now… especially Ranma. Maybe I should apologize? I mean, it wasn't a big fight we had…

Surely enough, I didn't hear any movements or chatter at the door so by instinct I flung open the door. Little did I know that a certain someone was as sly and sneaky as a fox and he was standing right in front of the door. Absentmindedly, I crashed into him!

He grabbed me and we skidded down the hall and tumbled down the stairs. In a few seconds, we landed into a big heap on the bottom step of the stairs.

"Mmmph…" I mumbled. My face was pressed against something warm, something soft. I looked down to see what I had landed on and I looked down into those handsome blue eyes. I had fallen on Ranma's chest!

"Ranma!" I said as I sprung up from our position on the floor. "I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have-"

"Its okay," Ranma interrupted. "Plus, I was about to walk into your room to come see you anyway."

"Oh." I replied. I bit my lip. He was going to check up on me? My cheeks turned a bright red.

"Yeah," he started turning into a cherry bomb as well. He put one hand behind his head. "So, where were you, uh… going?

"Well… I was about to start baking some cookies for the, uh, festival…" I looked up, shyly and saw that the color in Ranma's face changed from red to green.

"Ranma," I said as my temper began to grow. "If you're gonna make fun of-"

"No," Ranma said quickly. "Do you, uh, need any help?"