A.N: Thanks again to everyone who reviewed.

- To Clavira & f-zelda: both of you asked why Akane does not avoid Ranma… Well, she is a martial artist too and she does not want to feel bullied. There's still one more reason why she acts this way as well as there's an explanation to Ranma's confusing behaviour too…but I'm not able to tell as it'll spoil the story's plot sorry. Just keep on reading and you'll figure it out.

Be my beloved enemy

I wrote your name on a paper and burnt it

Ranma just stood there, holding her face with both his hands, his thumbs moving soothingly along her cheek, making small circles upon it. His blue eyes darkened as he looked at her absorbedly, he couldn't tear himself away from her, not that he had tried but, for some weird reason he felt hot and dizzy… It was like a burning hot summer day when the sun light is so dazzling you are not able to see anything and you just feel…

He had felt her. Her skin. It burnt.

At some point Akane had too raised her hand to gently lay it on his upper arm. The tips of her fingers moved as on its on accord searching for his heat, insatiable, they wanted more and more. They were standing so near she could see the boyish freckles on his face move according to his breathing. Breathing…that sweet intoxicating air he let out through his mouth. It mixed with hers and it was so near…

Electrifying. Poisoning.

They inched closer and closer; their eyelids seemed to weight a tone and they started to close slowly… as everything else went…slowly.

'Click'

A bright light and then darkness….

Ranma and Akane had been blinded. Blinded by a flash.

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Genma Saotome was a man of few words and let's dare say a very devious one. He was not used to waiting and the fact that Shampoo was taking longer than needed made him go ballistic. He paced along the house, roughly slamming doors every time he went through one, cursing and trying uselessly to calm his nerves.

Finally he arrived back to his room, where the sound of the fire cracking seemed to sooth him as if it were a lullaby. While he walked to his black leather chair he loosened his tie and undid the top bottom of his black shirt. His feet came up to rest on the wooden desk and he reached out his hand to get a lighter and a cigarette that were laying on a nearby shelf.

The smoke-filled room greeted a very tired and beaten Shampoo. She tumbled around just to end up falling on the floor; her robes were torn and scars showed on her blood-stained flesh.

"It was about time!" said a cold voice Shampoo could barely register.

"…" she tried to force the words out but she was unable to utter a sound.

"So, I see. The curse was true. You can't speak." The uncaring man stated "Could you get what I requested you to?"

She nodded with tear-filled eyes and looked for the object she had been keeping guarded. The shimmering blade of the knife entranced Genma for a moment and his eyes blazed with emotion, the happiness of the devil had been shown in that moment. Shampoo handed the so precious object to the old man; his long tanned fingers against it formed a hard contrast of energies and a sudden light emanated from the knife throwing Genma a few meters away.

"I knew this could not be that easy" he mumbled angrily.

The knife stood on the floor and he went up to it to pick it; meanwhile, Shampoo's eyes never left him.

"You can go now" he ordered.

Shampoo tried to get on her knees and slowly stood up, her face was cast down but Genma could tell angry tears were making their way down her cheeks. He left the knife on the table and walked up to her then, grabbed her hair and brought her face up so she was looking straight at him.

"None of this is to be known!" he pulled hard at her face; a gruesome smile on his face "I think I like you better like this; unable to produce a sound. Fucking mute!" She tried to get away from him and he let her go all of a sudden. Shampoo disappeared into the smoke.

Genma turned to his desk and took the knife in his left hand, bringing the tip of the blade near his right arm. The flesh was tenderly ripped in two and the blood filled the blade. A devilish smile crossed Genma's face… He was near to get the answers.

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Nabiki could hardly believe her eyes when she spotted the new hottie with the untouchable girl. Those were good news and she was sure that knowledge would make the amount of money her newspaper brought her increase. They were standing so close to one another you could barely guess where one started or the other finished. Hurriedly her camera was unpacked from its confines and she shot a photo at them; the flash illuminating the corridor.

She smiled inwardly as both teens rubbed their eyes vigorously and tried to focus.

Kuno was looking for Nabiki whom he had an agreement with; she would take photos of Akane for him and spy on her at every opportunity. He did not expect though to find her in the middle of the corridor gaping at two teens.

"How dare you touch the fair Akane?" his voice echoed and soon he aimed his wooden sword to the blue-eyed teen standing a few meters away from him.

"I would not touch her even if my life depended on it!" Ranma shouted.

"It didn't look like that a few seconds ago" a new voice for Ranma spoke. Nabiki just stood there with the photo she had taken earlier clearly showing the contrary of what he's just stated.

"You'll pay for this, fool evil!" Kuno aimed his weapon at Ranma and ran up to him.

"I'm tired of this. You're not worth my time" and with that said Ranma's eyes focused and soon rested upon his opponent and with just a movement Kuno was K.O. No-one had seen anything.

"This is rich!" voiced Nabiki before running to the computer class. There'll be a special edition today. News could never wait.

Akane was flabbergasted, looking intently at him. Ranma walked back to her. 'What had happened?'

"It's your entire fault. I told you not to ever touch me!" he said.

'I've been compelled to look at him, but why?' she thought.

"Who the hell do you think you are to tell me what to do or not?" she screamed, her braveness coming back full force.

"I guess I'm just too irresistible you can't keep your hands to yourself"

"Conceit jerk!"

Once again Ranma grabbed her neck and pressed it "Don't you ever insult me again, understood?" Akane just kept her face focused on him.

"You don't scare me anymore!" she said

"No? maybe this will scare you" he dipped his head lower pinning her hands to the wall, he backed her and bit down on her shoulder. The bite brought blood and she muffled a scream.

Akane finally freed herself; the blood staining her uniform. Her blood on his lips was sin and she was going to erase it sooner or later.

"I hope that helped" he said smirking.

"I was wrong"

"wrong?" he asked suddenly confused.

"I do hate you, loathe you!"

'plask'

Akane had run away, Ranma brought his hand to his cheek, I burnt. The bitch had just slapped him and she was going to pay for it.

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Ryoga spent lunch time with two beautiful girls but his head wandered around Akane. She had something he wanted. He smiled charmingly to Sayuri and Yuka who were unaware of his thoughts.

'She'll be mine'

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Shinosuke was distraught; once more he'd been unable to go to school and he had a hunch he'd find what was bothering his sister there. Akane had arrived home earlier than usual, she had claimed to have a headache and had locked herself up in her room.

Akane opened her window, cold air hitting her face, she stared out, her eyes fixed on the smoke from the chimneys coiling in the air. Her homework rested on the windowsill, she bite her pen and looked down to her notebook.

'Ranma' she had unconsciously written 'his' name like a thousand times on that page. Unable to do her mathematic problems she smiled slyly at the paper. She tore out the page and placed it on the windowsill with one hand meanwhile with the other she brought a lightened match. The paper was consumed slowly, his name now impossible to be read.

She smiled once more a glint of evilness in her sweet eyes.

'War starts'

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Trying to make sense of the puzzle his life had just become, Ranma hurriedly jumped from the fence he was walking on to stand in front of the very entrance of his new house.

Ranma opened the door and found himself being attacked, a punch sent him flying away and he landed near the pond they had at the garden.

"What was that for?" Ranma shouted angrily.

"I should be the one asking that!" he berated him shoving a newspaper at his face.

'She is mine!' read the title. Ranma kept on reading. '… they were standing near, touching one another, lips hardly an inch away (see photo bellow) … he had claimed her the day before …'

"What a load of bollocks! I was just trying to scare her"

"Well, the photo shows something rather different. You look as if you're enjoying yourself way too much"

"Don't believe everything you see or hear! How did this get to you?"

"Why? Are you worried?" a feminine voice said from behind Genma.

"It was me" the voice was nearing him.

Genma turned around and stepped to his left.

"Hi Ranma. Long time not seen"

"Ukyo!"

A.N: Sorry for the delay. Hope you enjoy the chapter and review me