A few days later Akane sat in the dojo watching Ryoga doing a warm up routine with the students. During Akane's short stint as owner she had managed to start teaching 3 students and when she turned the job over to Ryoga those 3 students had somehow evolved into 12. It was okay with her that he was the leader, he was good with the students. Her father had managed to teach him a few things that made the Tendo style different from the Saotome or any other. Of course since Ryoga already had his own moves and technique before Soun had trained him he was able to incorporate his own stuff. It was the school of "Anything Goes".

A younger student came over to Akane and she helped him put his sash back on that one of the older kids had ripped off. She looked up at the little boy who was trying so hard not to cry. "Don't worry, one day you will be able to kick their butts, right?" she asked the little one and he smiled and shook his head. "Alright then get back out there!" The little kid ran back on the floor and Akane could tell he was trying his hardest to keep pace.

She looked up into her bedroom window and could see someone moving around in there. 'Is he finally awake?' she thought as she watched a little longer and then the moving shadow disappeared. "Hm?" she said out loud as she continued to watch the house. A few moments later the side door opened and a bandaged Ranma appeared. It took all she had not to jump up and run over to him, instead she tried to focus back on Ryoga teaching the class. It took all she had not to think about him, and she knew she had to act surprised if he came over there.

"What the hell is all of this?" the voice of Ranma sounded from behind her and she forced herself not to turn around and look at him.

"Ryoga is teaching a class," she said trying to get her voice to stay one pitch. She quickly closed her eyes and tried to regroup.

"Interesting, interesting," he said as he stepped up into the building and leaned against a wall and continued to watch with Akane.

'What? He just wakes up after 5 years of not being here and off in China being tortured and he just, wait a minute,' she was thinking to herself then she stopped and looked over at him. He had that sparkle in his eye, 'He's already thinking about Martial Arts AGAIN?!?!' Akane was about ready to scream, what in the world was he thinking?

Clenching her fists she stood up and jumped out into the yard and walked over to the nearest tree and looked at it. She really wanted to just punch it or smash her head into it, but instead she just grabbed it and sighed. "He's still the same stubborn, fight loving, doofus!" she said to herself hoping no one would hear her.

"You better not be talking about me," Ranma said from behind her and he watched as she froze up and turned to look at him. "And what the heck happened to your hair?"

"What do you mean what happened to my hair? IT GREW BACK OUT! Ranma you know I hate you right?" she said yelling but toned it down near the end of the sentence. Yep, same old Ranma Saotome.

"I see, looks nice," he said smirking a little knowing that he was already getting on her nerves. Ah....to get on someone's nerves again, it seemed so natural.

"Then why did you say what the heck happened to it? Ranma I don't understand how you can just come back to this place 5 years later and just expect everything to be the same. I'm a very mature woman now," she said flicking her hair and rocking her head to show that she was very sophisticated.

"Yeah right," he said then he heard Ryoga yelling at one of the students and glanced back over at the gym. When his attention turned back to Akane he could see her face was bright red and she was trying everything to not yell at him. "How's being married to P-Chan?" He assumed that she had found out by now.

"I am not married to Ryoga!" she said resisting the urge to roll up her selves and punch him square in the jaw. 'Remember girl he is still recovering, you can't hurt him like in the old days,' she thought to herself and loosed her fingers from the inside of her palm. She then took her left hand and ran it through her long locks.

"Your not? Then why does he own the dojo?" Ranma asked with a questioning look on his face. He was sure that was the situation.

"Because I'm still in school and I could do both so I just gave it to him," Akane said hoping that they were actually going to have a normal conversation for once.

"That makes sense, I don't know why Ryoga would marry a hot head like you," He laughed and turned his hands behind his head. Then he felt a searing pain across his entire chest and he bent over hoping it would stop the pain.

"Ranma," Akane ran over to him and helped him sit down in the grass. "You are gonna reopen your wounds. We removed 78 staples from your chest," she said remembering the nasty ribcage shaped staple display that was on his chest.

"They were only staples? I thought they were nails they hurt so bad," he said as he lifted his shirt and saw that some wounds started to bleed again. He winced remembering being half conscious while they were sticking them into him.

"I'm surprised you can even walk, the blisters on your feet were so bad we had to drain them," she said as she looked down at his still bandaged feet. Then she heard his stomach growl, and it made her giggle. "Come on, lets get some food?"

Ranma put his shirt down and looked at her as if he was a scared puppy. Akane making him food? Worse than Amazon torture.

"Don't worry I can cook now!" She smiled at him and she helped him stand up slowly and they made their way into the kitchen.

"Can you cook as good as Kasumi?" He asked as he sat on the counter and watched her dig in the fridge for some food to make. He watched as she pulled out a jar of pickles and brought it over and handed it to him. He gave her a blank stare, "This is it? You can make pickles?"

Akane rolled her eyes at him, "Just eat some to snack on while I make you some food, god Ranma."

Ranma looked down at the jar and then opened it and began to snack as he paid no attention to what Akane was doing. They were pretty good, he lifted the jar up and looked at it and noticed there was no label. Yep, they were homemade, 'eh so what anyone can make pickles'.

A/n: THANK YOU FOR MY REVIEWS they make me happy...sorry it took so long for this chapter i had it written just didnt have time to post it. I have half of the next chapter written but i got some busy days coming up so don't expect it until like sunday night or monday...and yeah i know it was a weird place to end it lol...i've discovered i really like writing these characters they r so silly in odd ways. I was gonna try to make them mature but i just don't see that ever happening with them, they would lose their chemistry. Alright good bye! Review please... ;-)