Lost in You.
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Note: This chapter is from Ranma's point of view--well, you probably
figured that-oh well-heh,heh-
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She was poised and graceful,
her kicks blurred knife blades slicing through the air with trained speed
and agility, the strength of her body concentrated completely into her
I looked at the girl before
me, her emotions so loud they practically read themselves to me. To Kasumi
cooking was the way she expressed herself, it was the same with Nabiki and
swindling, like them in this only, Akane Tendo, the youngest of the three
daughters, expressed her every feeling through martial arts, and what
Ferocity seeped from her every stoma, it was everywhere
on her body. Settled on the back of her neck, sending the tiny hairs
prickling about with the static force of her rage; on her lips, their soft
pinkness tightened in a grim line, like a slice across her face. In her
large brown eyes, the appearance of crushed velvet still shone on their
surface, but within, glowing sparks of ire flickered, never dimming,
struggling to break the façade before being pulled back down, and on her
hands, their slender white fingers digging painfully into her palms,
squeezing emptiness as they lunged forward at command of their mistress.
For some reason, I find myself wondering if I was
the cause of her vehemence and distress, and if mine was the neck she saw
as her hand closed in another compact fist. I felt something ache in my
chest at the thought and decided to ignore it. If Akane was feeling angry
about something I'd done then she could just tell me straight out, I'm not
about to ask while she's flinging almost physically powerful "Bile Waves"
all around the dojo.
I do move a little closer though, tilting my
head in a way to take in all of her movements from the best points.
Something is really bugging her. Something big, and I suddenly feel a wave
of worry wash over me, and I hope silently that it is me she's mad at. If
it's not me, then it could be some other person who's captured her anger,
thus her attention, some other man. 'Idiot', I think, 'why worry, you don't
care. You don't even like the macho chick.' Right? My mind does a tailspin
and I'm caught between confusion and doubt. Man, I hate being in the
To distract myself from the dangers
of my thoughts, I concentrate on Akane again and feel myself getting lost
in her. It's not unusual for me, getting lost in this girl. I do it
At breakfast sometimes, when we're in a hurry to get going
and she plops down beside me at the table, eating hurriedly, completely
unaware of the fact that her knee had brushed mine, how many times? Was it
twelve? Not that I'm counting of course. So, it's true that after a few
minutes of flustered grousing I let my leg rest against hers, the warmth of
her tiny body rushing into mine like electricity through our knees. So
Other times it's in school, on those rare occasions I
can't manage to fall asleep during class I lay my head down on my arms
which are folded on my desktop to give the appearance of slumber, then
sneak peeks at her throughout lessons. Her pert little face scrunched in
deliberation of the homework paper her eyes are traveling over. When I'm
lost in Akane I don't miss anything.
My gaze follows her everywhere
she goes in the room. She sharpens a pencil, I watch as her skirt swishes
about her slender calves ethereally. She bites her lip, she does that a
lot, and runs the tip of her tongue over her mouth, ridding it of dryness.
Chews her pencil gently, her teeth quietly clicking against the metal of
the eraser band, leaving tiny almost indistinguishable bite marks on the
wood. I catch it all.
My favourite moments to lose myself in
her though are when we're talking. Really talking, completely alone. Just
a boy and a girl, ourselves. Because those are the times she smiles the
most. When I say something funny or she says something she thinks is funny,
those smiles appear. The ones that make me feel like I'm spiraling around
in a hurricane and at the same time my body's melting down around me into a
puddle. Those smiles. And her eyes.
The deep liquid eyes I drown in,
especially when they're paired with those smiles. It's a devastating and
dizzying effect, that I can't even deny to myself. And that's the worst
kind of truth, the kind you can't even lie about to yourself, because that
means that you actually know that without a doubt it's true. Always.
How do these perilous thoughts keep popping
into my head? It must have been that egg roll I snatched from Pop, it
looked a little off.
Akane is still going strong, destroying
her invisible opponent easily, or at least that's what I assume considering
the circumstances. She always fights angry, with such passion, but only on
the physical battlefield. When it comes to me, when we're disagreeing on
something and mallets or drop-kicks are not involved she's always so icy.
So hard to reach in ways that I can't even begin to fathom.
Kasumi told me once that Akane kept herself out of emotional
conflicts as often as possible since their mother died, and has built up a
sort of protective barrier around her heart. When I look at her now, I
question silently, 'Do you really think you need to protect your heart from
I wonder briefly
if I could effect her in such a way to get past her guard and the perfectly
tuned discipline and charge she's always struggling to keep over herself.
To break through her shield for only a moment, just enough time to reach
across the lengths of her mind and grab hold of her heart. Then I find
myself wishing it as she turns to do punched in my direction, working her
way around in the circular motion she uses, completely ignoring me. Those
eyes that can be so warm when she wills it staring right ahead as if she
doesn't see me, like I'm part of the wall. Why is my heart sinking this
Her body does a perfect spiral after she
finishes the practice punches and her leg flares outward in such a way that
would undoubtedly catch any would-be attacker square in the face. Sometimes
she's such a klutz and she looks even more so around people like Shampoo
and Ukyo who are stronger and more balanced in their movements, but right
now, as she twists and turns under my gaze, in these moments of unvoiced
expression I see her natural grace. Peeping out from behind her awkward,
uncertain nature, and they just can't compare. She has some sort of built-
in delicacy which their strictly trained bodies lack. Thinking about this I
realize how feminine she really is beneath her macho exterior, and find an
altogether new and acknowledgeable respect and interest in those short,
girly skirts and dresses she loves to wear.
Thinking about short skirts leads me to ponder her
thighs and not surprisingly, my eyes travel with my thoughts to the white
gi pants she's wearing right now, pulled tight against the curves of her
hips and legs. I try to catch myself, try to say that this is leading me in
a bad direction, but I guess I'm not listening to me today. I've gotten
lost in Akane once more, and though a blush spreads over my cheeks self-
consciously at the knowledge that I have been, am, staring at her body,
which usually wouldn't be classified as abnormal teenage boy behaviour, I
don't stop looking.
"Stop staring at me like that,
Ranma!" Her voice is quick and hurried with a husky tone to it because of
her fast movements and lack of breath. Her short black hair is flying
around her head in silky, uncombed wisps and a small droplet of
perspiration trickled down her forehead and lands at the apex of her top
lip. Damn. I'm feeling a little warmer than usual and I don't think it's
because of any actual temperature change.
So, she did notice me after all. Something flutters
in my chest and up to my throat. Despite her seemingly obvious disinterest
in my activities, she was also watching me. This thought pleases me and I
feel my lips part in an idiotic grin.
"You're weird." She says, now completely finished with her exercises.
I simply stare at her, not at her hair or her legs, into her face. I can't
peel my eyes away and I don't like it. I'm supposed to be the one in
control. Maybe that's the problem with us. We both want to completely
control what goes on in between us in our relationship. Notwithstanding the
hazardous direction of my thoughts I accept it as one of those undeniable
We're in a relationship. A serious
one. It doesn't matter that we constantly harass and yell at each other,
there's something there. Something I've been trying to avoid thinking
about, so I tried to find a way to concentrate my thoughts on something
else and began getting lost in her. I think that only made my predicament
I squeeze my eyes shut for a
second, trying to break my gaze from her somehow and when I open them she's
much closer, and to my surprise, it looks as if she's lost in me too. It's
comforting and confusing at the same time, but I don't have much time to
ponder it because without a word she presses her lips to mine.
It's a different sort of confrontation to
say the least, but I gladly accept the challenge of sorts, gripping her
arms gently, but pulling her tighter against me. It feels like waves are
crashing in my brain and I begin to feel lightheaded, but I don't let her
go. Not for a few minutes, and even when our lips finally part we just sit
there for a while holding each other.
Akane's hands push
lightly against my chest and I obediently release her tacit command, a
swell of protest rising up somewhere inside me but never making it to my
lips as she looks at me straight in the face.
"Sometimes I get lost in you,
Ranma." Then she's gone, heading for the house and I don't turn around to
watch her walk away. I'm too busy trying to figure out what just happened.
And then it hits me. I, Ranma Saotome am in love. With Akane Tendo. I've
been lost in her for a very long time. And will always be, now and forever.
Author's Note: Hope you liked it!!! I'm thinking about adding another
chappie to this from Akane's point of view. Watcha' think? I am working on
the deleted sentences from "Hallowe'en Harbinger" which confused people a
bit because Ranma didn't change into a girl when hit by rain. The sentences
which were deleted by mistake explained this. Okie? Um, if you want to
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