Ranma found a note.
A crumpled piece of paper. Ranma doesn't have the heart to throw it away as curiosity washed over him. Carefully opening the paper, he notes a lot of erasure on each line.
̷A̷ ̷s̷m̷i̷l̷e̷ ̷t̷h̷a̷t̷ ̷c̷o̷u̷l̷d̷ ̷b̷e̷w̷i̷t̷c̷h̷ ̷a̷ ̷h̷u̷n̷d̷r̷e̷d̷s̷ ̷o̷f̷ ̷m̷e̷n̷
̷Y̷o̷u̷r̷ ̷f̷i̷e̷r̷y̷ ̷p̷a̷s̷s̷i̷o̷n̷ ̷t̷o̷u̷c̷h̷e̷d̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷ ̷d̷e̷p̷t̷h̷s̷ ̷o̷n̷ ̷m̷y̷ ̷d̷a̷r̷k̷e̷n̷e̷d̷ ̷s̷o̷u̷l̷
Your smile bewitched me, entrapping me with your ̶b̶e̶a̶u̶t̶y̶ loveliness.
Slaving me without knowing
̷M̷a̷y̷b̷e̷ ̷y̷o̷u̷ ̷k̷n̷o̷w̷
Yearning you to be mine
Heavens soared when I saw a glimpse of your smile.
Angels seems to sung on your name
As do my heart
Ranma scoffed when reading those lines. Too overwhelming, sickeningly sweet. He suspected that it might be the sonnets from Kuno. That guy should be a writer of how absurd the way he's speaking.
You are a jewel of this world
God's favored treasure
His creations reflects on your beauty
Your eyes shares the beauty of a sunset
The midnight skies weaves on each strand of your hair
You lightened the world with a quirk of your lips
Ranma paused, feeling irked for no apparent reason.
̷M̷y̷ ̷d̷e̷a̷r̷ ̷h̷e̷a̷r̷t̷
̷I̷ ̷h̷o̷p̷e̷ ̷f̷o̷r̷ ̷y̷o̷u̷ ̷t̷o̷ ̷c̷a̷l̷l̷ ̷m̷y̷ ̷n̷a̷m̷e̷
̷G̷i̷v̷e̷ ̷m̷e̷ ̷s̷a̷l̷v̷a̷t̷i̷o̷n̷ ̷t̷o̷ ̷b̷e̷ ̷c̷a̷l̷l̷ ̷f̷r̷o̷m̷ ̷y̷o̷u̷r̷ ̷l̷i̷p̷s̷
Ranma pressed his lips into thin lines, feeling a little crept out when reading those verses. He was about to crumple it, but stopped when he saw two letters at the back of the paper.
A.T.
Ranma raised a brow. A flash image of Akane smiling came into his mind. Shaking his mind, feeling incredulous of thinking that tomboy.
There's no way that this poem is for Akane. Many female students have A.T. on their initials, and Akane is one of them. It's just a coincidence. Ranma convinced.
Your eyes shares the beauty of a sunset
The midnight skies weaves on each strand of your hair
Ranma pursued his lips, deciding to read at the back part.
I wished for the heavens for an encounter
Just you and me
A chance encounter to touch your hand
Fallen books, passing of notes,
Anything to bask in your warmth.
My dear Akane—
Ranma immediately crumpled it. Jumping to the rooftops, he immediately searched anywhere to throw this garbage. There's no way he will let Akane read this garbage, and if she did read them, that tomboy will have nightmares. So he's doing her a favor.
Finding darkened smoke, he dashed to it. Perching on the fence, he tightly crumpled the paper.
Throwing that darned paper to the raging fire. He let out a satisfied smirk, whistling a tune when suddenly he heard a call behind him.
"Ranma!"
Ranma turned around, and in a flash of orange and yellow, he saw Akane beaming up to him. Her smile reached the bottom of her eyes. Under the glow of a beckoning sunset, her eyes seem to gleam in a beautiful amber hue.
Ranma felt his throat go dry. His heart thumping. Thundering. A warm feeling coiled on his stomach. A verse came into his mind.
Your eyes shares the beauty of a sunset
You lightened the world with a quirk of your lips
"Luckily I found you here!" Akane beams, her hand holding up a plastic bag. "I just won ten popsicles! I pick a few of the usual ones, and look! There's lots of new flavors!"
Ranma continued to stare at her.
"I remember picking your favorite," her features scrunched up, looking adorable as she looked on the plastic bag filled with cold and sweet goods.
Snapping out of his thoughts, he jumps down. Feeling conscious of the distance between them, he hastily snatched the plastic bag.
"Ranma!" Akane shouts, enraged that the plastic bag is stolen from her.
"Don't cha worry, 'Kane. I'll spare for the others," Ranma smirked, his hand reaching for the usual watermelon flavor. His eyes caught something orange.
His hand diverts and grabbed the stick for an orange flavor.
"Ranma, that's mine!" Akane incensed, huffing.
Ranma sticks out his tongue, taunting her even further. He hides a smile when she reaches out to him, wanting to grab the orange flavor popsicle.
He raised his hand higher, and didn't mind if the juices trickled on his hand . "Okay, grab it shorty!"
Akane huffs again, her eyes narrowed at him. Her hand is holding the mallet now.
Ranma grins, dodging on her attacks. Feeling elated to see her being irritated.
"Give me that popsicle, Ranma!"
"No, it's mine now!"