Author's note: Sorry this took so long! I was busy and suffering writers block. But enough excuses! On with the story!
Ranma had been worrying about Akane for weeks. He needed a plan. "How can I just stand by when Akane is ruining her life? She won't listen to anyone but me. I need to think of something to say to her," he shouted to himself. Akane had been taking pain killers regularly for several weeks. She was litterally wasting away. Kasumi made all of her favorite foods every night, but Akane ate little, and could be heard puking it back up later. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her hair was greasy. After her new friends heard that she had gone to the Cat Cafe, they showed her more respect, and even treated her like a leader. She was now known for starting fights with any able bodied person that she saw on the street. Dr. Tofu was swamped with patients with broken bones. Something needed to be done, and whatever it was, it needed to be done quickly.
Akane barely looked at the school as she passed it the next morning. Her friends were waiting by the convenience store down the street. "Hey Tendo!" they all called. Had Akane been her regular self, she would have noticed a boy amongst them. "This is Keitaro," one said. Akane's friends loked at each other knowingly. Why bother telling her that he really liked her, or at least her body, when she would know soon enough. Akane reached into her purse and pulled out her pills. She poured three into her hand and popped them into her nouth. The throbbing in her head dissapeared, and was replaced by a dull numbness. What were those guys saying? Did they say her name? More importantly, did she care? The boy looked at her long and hard, and said,"Hey, you wanna go to the park?" She nodded and followed him without understanding what he was saying. All she was thinking abot was the fact that he looked nothing like Ranma, and was therefor unattractive. He led her to a dark spot in a small playground. He then began groping her, and sticking his had up her skirt. Akane was in such a daze from the pills that she failed to notice him unzip his pants. Akane felt nothing, up until a sharp pain filled her lower body. Why was she letting a boy she didn't even know violate her like that. "This is wrong. Why is he doing this to me? Only Ranma can do this to me. What would he think of this?" she thought. She knew that she needed to end this now. She punched Keitaro in the face and kicked him until his face was bleeding.
Ranma was waiting for her at the gate, but she pushed past him. Akane felt around her purse for the pills. He saw her run into the bathroom and empty, and flush the contents of the bottles into the toilet. She then broke down and started sobbing in a heap on the floor. Ranma saw her leave with that boy, but left before anything happened between them. He picked her up and walked her to her room, and sat down on her bed, still holding her. "Akane, I want you to tell me what he did to you," he stated. Akane just kept sobbing into Ranma. "Did he hurt you?", he asked, "Akane, did that creep hurt you?", his voice was getting desperate. How could he let a sick pervert hurt Akane like that? "Ranma..." Akane whispered, "I'm so sorry I did this to you." Ranma held her closer and let her cry. "It's okay. It's all my fault. I drove you to this. If I had been kinder, you might still love me," he said. Akane's heart nearly stopped. Did he think she stopped loving him? Did that mean he loved her too? As if reading her thoughts, Ranma said. "I love you Akane, and I should have told you before this happened. I just hope you can forgive me." "Oh Ranma! It's me who should appologize! I treated you so badly! I love you so much!", Akane responded. Ranma looked into her big brown eyes and saw nothing but sadness. Did he really do this to her? How could he have not saved her before she fell into this mess? It was too late for regreting. Ranma just held her in his arms and let her cry away her pain.
Author's note: Aren't I awful for having that happen to Akane? It's not over yet, so keep reading and reviewing please.