Again, your opinion. This is just a bit of fluffyness - again, not beta read.
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This wasn't right. It's not like my fiancée isn't entitled to happiness – especially since she hasn't been that way since our wedding turned into a disaster. But shouldn't I be the one making her smile? And it kinda bugs me that she's cheerful and I don't know why.
Look at her – she's skipping and whistling! I can't remember the last time she's done that. Phhh, it's not like I care... okay, so maybe… just a little bit.
"What's got you so happy?"
My voice does not sound suspicious. I'm sure that it wasn't another guy that made her this cheerful. right?
"Pah, why do you care?"
Because you're my fiancée, because I'm the only one who's supposed to make you this joyful, because I love you...
"I don't! I mean, why would I care about a tomboy like you?!"
Saotome Open-Mouth-Insert-Foot, 1, Ranma, 0.
Why is it so hard to tell her how I feel? I mean, I know why. That girl's just so damn hard to read. What if she doesn't like me? I'd look like a fool! A lovesick fool – like Mousse. She'd be sitting there with her friends laughing and making fun of me. Yeah – not happening. I've got choices, you know. It's not like I'm desperate or anything.
Uh-oh. She's mad. Her brown eyes are narrowing and maybe at some point I should consider telling her that she's exceptionally attractive when she's mad. Her cheeks get flushed, her eyes start sparkling, I can feel her ki flare up and suddenly she is the singular most magnificent creature I've ever laid eyes on.
Oh god, I've got it bad.
"Exactly. Why would YOU care?"
I watch as she huffs and whirls around, hair flying and slowly my heartbeat starts to calm down. With a sigh and a quick jump I land on the footpath and run after her retreating form. I've learned the hard way that if I let her out of my eyesight for even just a few minutes she gets kidnapped, challenged to a fight, asked out for a date or asked for her hand in marriage. To be fair, sometimes she gets both kidnapped and then nearly married off to someone else.
Unfortunately, I'm not the only one to have noticed she's the most beautiful of my fiancées.
I only relax once we've both enter the Tendo house. Don't get me wrong – often we get challenged within the house as well but here at least I'm not the only looking out for her.
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Dinner is over. I'm just about to go to my bedroom and get some of that stupid homework done – why does a martial artist have to go to this stupid school anyway? – when I hear two very familiar voices coming from the entrance.
I pause but once I hear Akane's happy laugh, I silently edge closer, curiousity overpowering my hesitation.
"Sorry we're late, Akane!"
"Don't worry about it, Yuka. Kasumi's put some dinner aside for us."
Ah, so that's why she hadn't been eating with the rest of us. Makes sense – she invited her friends over. Shrugging, just about to move away again and leave the girls to their, well, whatever it is they talk about, I hear Sayuri squeal slightly.
"We haven't had a sleepover in such a long time. You sure Happosai isn't here?"
"Yeah, don't worry. Nabiki's incited a panties hunt on the other side of Tokyo. We should be safe tonight."
"Thank goodness. Now, girl, we haven't been able to chat with you in private since the wedding. You gotta tell us all the juicy details."
I quickly jumped up and clung to the ceiling when I realised almost too late that they were coming around the corner – I really should pay more attention.
"There are no juicy details – Wedding day, Nerima Chaos, no wedding. End of story. I'm more curious about you and Hiroshi, Sayuri."
Huh – Hiroshi and Sayuri... who would've thought? Never thought any girl would date that pervert, especially not one of Akane's close friends.
Dropping noiselessly to the floor once they'd left, I resigned myself to spending time doing homework. The weekend was coming but that always flew past, anyway.
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Argh, god. Pop's snoring is worse today than that can only mean he's once again been drinking with Akane's dad. I wonder how mum can stand this amount of noise? … Actually, thinking about it, maybe that's why her house supposedly still hasn't been repaired; it does seem to take an awfully long time.–
After a lot of pointless turning and twisting I decide to jump on the roof and enjoy the peace, quiet and solitude. As long as it doesn't rain I might even sleep there. Yeah right – with my curse it'll probably start raining the moment I close my eyes.
Before jumping up to the roof I made sure the window to mine and Pa's room is closed – otherwise the whole thing would be kinda pointless.
It's nice – just staring at the stars. No weird girls, fiancées, or long lost rivals; just me. With the madness that is my life it's rare for me to get this sort of peace and quiet at any point and I've learned to enjoy it while I can.
True to form barely a few minutes after I've settled myself on the roof – above Akane's bedroom, just to make sure no one tries to kidnap or attack her in the middle of the night – her bedroom window opens. And suddenly I can clearly hear all three girls' voices. Half-heartedly I glance at my room before dismissing the thought. Pop wouldn't stop snoring until half-way through the night there's no way I am suffering through any more of that.
Deciding to simply ignore them, I settle back down. Unfortunately, that is easier said than done.
"Aahh... That is so nice."
"What, you getting flushed, Yuka?"
I heard the other two laughing quietly and smiled to myself. Akane really does have a nice laugh – not one that make shivers run down your spine like Kodachi's. Hers makes you want to laugh with her and do anything to keep Akane happy.
"Soo... no excuses anymore. There's no way Ranma can hear us over his pop's snoring. What happened on the wedding night?"
I blushed – of course there had been no such thing as a wedding night after the failure of the event but even just the thought of me and the tomboy kissing or… y'know, doing more than that…
"Nothing. I told you guys already – we didn't get married so no wedding night."
A sigh from Sayuri.
"You can't blame us for trying. I mean Ranma is a hunk and since he's engaged to you we all have to live vicariously through you."
"Wh-What?"
Akane sounded as shocked as I felt. Then suddenly Yuka seemed to... smack her lips?
"C'mon. Even you can't deny he's fantastic eye candy. I mean – he just looks yummy enough to eat, don't you think?"
Both Sayuri and Yuka giggled and I felt myself blush even darker. Good thing they couldn't see me. A part of me thought the decent thing would be to move away now but I wanted to hear what Akane had to say – what she thought about me when she wasn't in front of our assembled families.
"I swear if you tell anyone I said this I'll deny it until the day I die."
"Oooh, that does sound juicy." All three girls giggled this time and I felt myself tense more and more. Would this be good?
Then Akane sighed softly.
"Okay, this is embarrassing. I may or may not have watched Ranma during his kata in the morning."
A slight pause and it dawned on me what she was talking about – obviously her two friends had no such inkling.
"Okay... So you saw him exercise...?"
"No – well, yes. Okay, picture this. It's morning – the sky is still mostly orange and red. And there, in our garden, is Ranma, topless, sweat glistening on his incredibly well muscled, trim upper body. Every kata he does is so smooth, flawless and controlled. I've seen how much power his punch packs and then to see him moving so slowly, his strength under such fine control and every movement calculated. And you can see his muscles flex with every change in stance and it's... Well, I have never seen a guy look hotter than that."
I blushed brightly, eyes wide. Maybe I should put a show on more often for her... I hadn't known for sure if she was attracted to me at all, but this...?
My pride swelled and I was tempted to go in there, smirking and showing off. Knowing Akane she'd deny every word and catapult me out the window faster than I could blink though, so maybe not my best plan.
"Wow, you're sooo lucky."
"Yeah, I wish. Remember? Ranma is engaged to three of us – me, Ukyo and Shampoo. Have you seen Shampoo's body? She's curvaceous, got bigger breasts, slimmer hips and thighs... I mean, how am I gonna compete with that? And on top of that both of them are fantastic cooks. I can't cook anything except for Curry. Ranma's always eating their food, always complimenting them. I'm a tomboy with thick thighs and flat chest. He's told me often enough that his own breasts are bigger than mine."
I heard my fiancée sigh and I stared up at the sky. Was that really what she thought? That I didn't find her attractive? That I cared only about food? I mean, I knew I said that but I always thought both of us knew that I didn't mean that. If I truly cared about that I would've married Shampoo long ago. She couldn't have possibly missed all the times I risked my life for her, the way I look at her… I killed for her.
"Oh Akane-chan. You can't tell us you haven't noticed how Ranma stares at you in class. A guy can't be much more obvious than that. He's done everything for you. And you need to stop being so insecure – it doesn't suit you."
"Yuka's right, Akane. Trust me, I know when a guy is in love and when he's lusting after someone and – well, Ranma is so head over heels in love with you it ain't funny."
"But it is kinda romantic. He's like her hero – her knight in shining armour."
"Yeah, I wish other guys were like that but all we have got is guys without martial arts and nowhere near as hot as Ranma - well, and Kuno. But he kinda really doesn't count. So, tell me, what are his kisses like? Hiroshi's make me want to drag him off to bed for days."
Laughter from bedroom again but I can't help but blush. Girls talked about that sorta stuff? And Akane has the nerve to call me a pervert!
"Well... we haven't ever really kissed."
"Are you serious? Gosh, you're serious. You haven't kissed... Have you ever kissed anyone?"
She must've shaken her head.
"Right, that's it. I'm getting Ranma. You- you're staying here."
Eyes wide I sit up on the roof – is she really...?
"No! You can't! I mean what if he-", she was hissing at her friends but obviously losing.
"Trust me."
And then I hear the door click.
Fuck.
With rapid moves I'm back in my own room and barely manage to sneak back under the blanket when the door cracks open. I pretend to blink sleepily as Yuka and Sayuri wave for me to come out. I follow them – will I really get to kiss Akane? My heart's beating faster.
Sayuri glances at me and I blush, realising I'm in my typical sleeping outfit, that is to say boxer shorts and a tank top. I'm not sure if she's aware that she's licking her lips – luckily Yuka takes over, tells me to kiss Akane and then shoves me into her room.
I stare at my blushing fiancée. She's in her pyjamas, obviously embarrassed and she's never looked more beautiful to me.
Hesitating only slightly, I step closer until we're barely separated. Her doe brown eyes widen fractionally at our proximity.
"A-Akane... I... May I kiss you?"
My heart's in my throat despite her earlier confessions. Would she say no?
To my surprise and pleasure, I watch as she nods her head minutely and suddenly my pulse rate jumps above two hundred, my palms start sweating and I'm unsure what to do. I watch as Akane rolls her beautiful eyes, blush still high on her cheeks as she closes the gap between us.
The same moment that I feel her breasts collide with my chest, her lips softly, hesitantly touch my own. And then every other thought evaporates as if she was the only person in the entire world. My entire being narrowed in on one thing: Akane. Her curves were pressing against me, her lips were so soft and so tender.
I can hear her moan just lightly, feel her exhale over my lips and suddenly my arms around her tighten automatically and I put more pressure into our kiss. God, she tasted like... strawberries. And vanilla ice cream.
And I couldn't get enough. Her lips were moving against mine with the same urgency I felt. God - why hadn't we done this before? All my mind could repeat, as if it was a mantra, was her name: Akane, Akane, Akane, Akane...
Ever so gently we separate and I lean my forehead against hers, opening my eyes to find her eyelashes fluttering softly before brown doe eyes look at me. The girl in my arms looked just as dazed and pleasured as I felt. My heart picked up speed again and I involuntarily licked my lips, longing to taste her again.
With this newfound closeness, I felt more than I saw her lips curl into a smile before her eyelids fluttered shut again and she closed the distance between us again.