Disclaimer: Like every other sane woman on earth I wish I owned Ranma (heh,
heh) but I sadly, I do not have any rights to him. Rumiko Takahashi was the
genius who create Ranma ½, so she owns it all!!!!!!!!! Darn-Anyhoo, on with
Note: The fact that Akane's carrying a newly baked loaf of bread and a bit
of salt is an old legend (no, sorry, it a New England legend not a Japanese
one. My apologies to those readers who disagree with using a foreign
superstition) that ensures good luck to the people moving into a new house.
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words to describe my thanks for being blessed with a friend like you! You
give me incredible encouragement! And to Lana Panther, Juniper Winner, Lian
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Akane Tendo clutched the freshly baked
loaf of bread to her abdomen, wrinkling her soft white blouse. In her other
hand, she held a small plastic bag full of salt. A look of nervousness
danced across her face as the bus jerked forward, sending her slamming into
the seat before her.
masculine baritone yelled at the driver as his arms caught the girl,
"Careful up there!" He held her close against his chest, staring in the
direction of the driver's chair. "Jeez, how'd he get his license?!" The
pigtailed boy grumbled, his thumb absently rubbing Akane's forearm gently.
He glanced down at her and became painfully
aware of their closeness. A brilliant blush danced over the girl's smooth
cheeks and her small hands gripped Ranma's biceps with the care of someone
who wasn't quite sure of what they wanted to say so had resorted to
physical contact in place of simple silence.
He released her quickly and slid back over to the other side of the
seat, needing distance, no matter how small. He felt his own face warm at
the thought of her so near him, her silky hair tickling his nose, it's
lavender perfume mixing with the musky sandalwood scent of him. It was
nice, and though Ranma acknowledged this he found it unnerving and scooted
to the very edge of the bench, avoiding his own desires with tact tuned
over months spent with her.
"Ranma?" The sound of
her voice jolted him back to reality and he turned to face her full on,
forgetting his discomfort in surprise from the disruption.
"Hmmm?" He replied, swallowing instinctively though
his mouth was dry.
"Has Uncle Genma shown
you the summer house before?" Her face was thoughtful and she rested her
tenderly pointed chin on one fist. The boy shook his head in response,
furrowing his brow beneath wild bangs.
"Nope. Didn't know we had one
till Pop suggested we go there." He blushed suddenly, bringing back to mind
the anxiety of the idea both their fathers had recommended only days ago.
"Why not go to
the summer home for three days to see how you adjust to each other when
you're finally married?" Soun Tendo had said at breakfast Monday morning.
Of course, Genma Saotome had agreed heartily and though Ranma and Akane
argued relentlessly with their fathers for hours about it, it had finally
been decided that they would depart for the countryside on the Wednesday of
The boy and girl had sat silently at dinner that
evening, their hands in their laps throughout most of the meal, agonizingly
conscious of the fact they'd be alone together in a remote area for a good
three days. Many things could happen between two people in three days. Some
of them intriguing, another reason the pair had decided against talking
awake in their beds for a notable subset of the night, Akane and Ranma had
envisaged nervously the foreboding and exciting Wednesday looming above
them. Frequent sparks of exhilaration surging through their trembling
bodies at the thoughts. Eventually, they'd fallen asleep, dreaming
apprehensively of the days they'd spend alone.
Ranma watched the girl sitting beside him from the corner of one
azure eye, wetting his lips as the bus carried them closer to what could be
their ruin or redemption. He mutely wondered what would happen when they
He found his stomach muscles clench sickeningly,
the acidic fluids within his belly churning. He shouldn't be nervous, after
all, he'd professed many times his distaste for his fiancée. The only
problem was that he knew this was all a façade he'd built up to fool even
himself, and it didn't seem to be working on his part.
He shook briefly, gulping, needing, thirsty for something,
the one thing he was unsure of, yet needed the most. Akane seemed unaware
of his quandary which he was greatly thankful for. The boy wasn't sure what
he would say had she asked him why he looked so pinched right then. Maybe
he wouldn't say anything. Maybe he'd dip his head and capture the lips he
saw visions of in his sleep, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her
shoulders. Maybe was too much of a chance, and he wasn't prepared to be
permanently disfigured by her powerful fists because of it, so he turned
away from the girl quickly.
Ranma stared out of the
window across the aisle, a couple were sitting in the seat beside it. They
were holding hands and the girl had her head on her boyfriend's shoulder.
The pigtailed martial artist felt a wave of jealousy wash over him. Why
couldn't he and Akane be that way?
He closed his eyes, a picture of him and Akane walking to school holding
hands flashed through his brain and was quickly followed by other wishful
images. Normal things that engaged people did. People who loved each other.
"Ranma!" Akane shouted. He jerked in his seat, feeling as if she'd
caught him doing something he shouldn't have been. He turned to look at
her, his shoulders hunched slightly.
"Huh?" She pursed her lips and eyed him briefly, then let
out a breath of air in defeat.
"This is our
stop." She said, standing up, holding the loaf to her side with her arm and
gripping the boy's sleeve. "Let's go." He followed her to the front of the
bus and waited for her to move down the steps, strangely tempted to seize
her arm in case she slipped. It took all his strength to resist the sudden
desire for chivalry.
Ranma jumped off the top
step quickly, dust clouding around his feet as they impacted with the
earth. "Which way?" He asked, pointing in the direction of a fork of two
dirt pathways. Akane scrunched her face in a way he found unbearably cute.
He kicked himself mentally and cleared his throat. "Well?"
"Mmmm-" The girl hummed tentatively, searching
the paths with velvety brown eyes. "That way." She stated, poking her
finger at the trail to the right.
"Are you sure?" He asked, worry lines indenting his young forehead, "Why
that one?" She let out a sigh, and opened her mouth to say something, but
stopped before any words could escape her throat.
"I don't know. I just think it's
this one." Akane shook her head, more at herself than him, and started
walking toward the path. The heir to the Anything-Goes-School-of-Martial-
Arts pursued her retreating form, watching the pale fabric tighten against
the curve of her spine and shift across the smoothness of her flesh.
The material which had been so
carefully tucked into the waist of her skirt that morning was yanking free
of it's bonds, the hemmed edges of her blouse waving gently in the zephyr
made by her movements. Flashes of fair skin peeked out at her waist as the
shirt altered it's position in the breeze, like the promise of secrets to
come; and Ranma found himself hoping, somehow, that he would soon know
Akane abruptly stopped, nearly causing the
boy to bump into her. She turned around effortlessly, a small smile gracing
her lips. "Slowpoke." She teased, reaching out a slender finger to touch
the end of his nose. "Hurry up."
Ranma frowned automatically, stuffing his
hands in his pockets grumpily and mumbling under his breath. But he kept
pace with her, trying not to glace in her direction too many times, which
after the fiftieth time he discovered he was doing.
fidgeted asininely, scratching his head, rubbing the back of his neck,
waiting for her to say something, anything. Strange as it was, despite his
disinclination to look at her, he silently hoped she would speak to him, to
make him look at her.
"We're here!" Came an enthusiastic squeal, bringing him out
of his thoughts. He watched as she pranced up the cobblestone walk and up
the steps to a white wooden front door. "Come one, Ranma!" She urged,
annoyance hidden beneath hours of weariness.
He joined her on the large porch and stood rigidly as she pulled
out a ring with the cottage key on it. The pigtailed boy held his breath as
she twisted it in the lock, watching silently as the door swung open,
revealing lovely and simple furnishings.
Past the vestibule was a
living room; a wooden table stood by a large window at the left of the
house accompanied by a white whicker chair with a floral patterned pillow
on it, a bookshelf was at the right of it. A medium sized television was
placed on a small shelf in the opposite corner of the room and four pillows
that matched the one on the chair but were slightly larger were piled
beside it. In the very middle of the room was an open irori fireplace with
the traditional kettle hanging above it, suspended from the ceiling by a
It was a fairly small room,
with a wide, open doorway leading into the dining room which also served as
Ranma and Akane walked into the house, discarding
their shoes in the front hall, closing the door behind them and moved into
the eating room. Like the living room it was simple and pretty, a small
stove and oven was on the side parallel with the doorway. A low table
squatted in the middle of the room, a thick layer of dust coating the top.
Cupboards lined the walls, as Soun Tendo had told them they would, and were
stuffed with canned foods that even Akane couldn't ruin. He'd gotten
smacked for that comment.
"There had better be more than one bedroom." Akane squeaked,
eyeing her surroundings carefully opening the paper door and stepping into
the next room, which appeared to be a master bedroom. The pigtailed boy
shadowed her, searching helplessly for another room.
shouted triumphantly, pointing toward another door, "Over there!" They
marched over to the entry and slid it open, ignoring the loud slam it made
on impact with the bearings.
Ranma felt his throat go as dry as sawdust and his eyes
bulge out. It was the bathroom, not another bedroom. That meant that he and
Akane would have to share the master room. Possibilities swam through his
clouded brain, blurring his vision. "Damn", He murmured aloud, avoiding his
Akane stood stiffly, barely breathing, her face a mask of shock and
outrage. Her pink lips parted slightly, no sound emerging from them.
The boy took a deep breath, biting his lip and
poking the floor with his bare toe. He staggered over beside her, not sure
what to do, he reached out a hand and touched her shoulder gently.
hand made contact with her, he felt the girl shuddering weakly beneath his
fingers. A swell of heat rushed through his body and Ranma pulled his hand
back quickly as if scalded. "Um, I'll sleep in the bathroom if you want-"
He murmured, trailing off into uncomfortable silence.
She turned to him and he looked at her, really looked at her for the first
time that day. The eyes, round and shining beneath soft, feminine brows,
the slender, finely shaped nose, and the full lips that suggested both
sensuousness and refinement. Her slender neck and shapely shoulders
outlined by the thin blouse; the young martial arts master quickly found
himself wondering what fabric it was, silk or cotton, what could cling and
move like that so innocently? Her slim arms held in front of her, the small
hands clasped together, the tips of her fingers clustering delicately like
the new buds of a moonflower. Her skirt, short and full and pale blue with
large pink tulips printed on it, was almost bold against the lotus white of
her thighs and calves. Her feet were bare: pure, soft angel feet. "It's
okay," She sighed wearily, "I trust you."
The words shook
Ranma, his entire body quivering as she moved into the bedroom and began
searching through the cupboards and drawers for blankets. She trusted him.
Somehow, this was more than enough.
As night fell, Akane warmed the canned
goods in the iron kettle over the irori fireplace and sat with her fiancé
eating silently. He wasn't sure if she was simply tired or uncomfortable
and this was awkward for him. Even after they'd both finished their meals
they sat quietly in the choking hush of the living room.
Ranma cleared his throat loudly, "Ahem," he said,
holding a fist up to his mouth, "I suppose I'll turn in now." He stood
quickly and hurried into the bathroom, readying himself for bed.
In the midst of a
coiling cloud of steam he sat cross-legged on the floor, washing his
braided hair, mulling over the situation. His warmed body felt miraculously
healed at last of the tiredness of the day's past moments of indecision and
discomfiture. Stepping from the clouded vicinity of the bathing area
dressed in blue pajamas, Ranma moved toward the bedroom and hesitated at
the open doorway.
Akane was kneeling on the floor arranging the bedding on the
futon, her slender fingers careful and strangely graceful in their
workings. The quilt and pillows laid out, she stood smoothly and walked
past the pigtailed boy and into the still-warm bathroom.
could hear her washing in the next room, as he lay there in the darkness of
the bedroom, buried beneath the patchwork blanket. Ranma closed his eyes,
begging the gods for sleep, but obviously they were not smiling upon his
The girl wandered into the shadowy room,
her form small and silent as she padded with soft, clean feet across the
cold wooden floorboards toward where he feigned slumber. She knelt slowly,
flattening the crinkled fabric of her white nightdress, and slid beneath
the quilt, the few three feet away from him.
Ranma gulped, not bothering to pretend he was sleeping any
longer, and gripped the comforter. She wasn't lying that close to him but
it felt as if she were. He was aware of the dampness of her silky black
hair against the pillow, as if the moisture floated in the air to him,
blanketing his face.
The atmosphere was warm and
slightly wet from the added humidity of their bodies and hair from the
baths. He rolled onto his back and folded his hands behind his head and
gazed at the dark boards of the ceiling in the dim light offered by the
moon through the large square window. There was the sound of crickets and
night animals moving about outside and he shut his eyes again, trying hard
to ignore the girl only so many inches away from him. She lay still with
her eyes closed, long, dark lashes wing-like against her pale skin. His
eyelids fluttered open and he turned onto his side again to gaze at her
The moonlight delicately revealed the majestic sweep of her body bundled
under the coverlet, her dramatic curves uncontested by the blanket's bulky
mass. Ranma reached out a shaking hand to touch her hair and found she had
fallen into the balanced breathing of slumber. He allowed the unforgettable
spectacle to engrave itself upon his mind and realized he had edged a bit
closer to her. The feelings that surged through his heart as he stared at
the sleeping figure were alarming, and it was no such transitory terror as
a dream leaves behind, though it felt as if he might be in one, it was a
substantial fright, thick and tangible. "Akane," He whispered hoarsely in
the silence and warmth of the quilt, "Akane-" And that was all he needed.
Author's Note: I intend on writing more chappies on this of course, hope
you like this idea, tell me if you do please!!!!! I thank Tim for
encouraging me on this story, though I already mentioned you in the
beginning I feel that you were truly an inspiration to do well on this
after your enthusiasm in my idea!!! Thank you soooooooooo much!!!! Um,
also, I was listening to more mushy, romantic music when I was listening to
this so blame it on that if it was too WAFFy!!! I was partaking of "Take My
Breath Away", "Dreaming", "Invisible Man", "Heaven's Missing An Angel",
"Was It Something I Didn't Say", "Hand In Hand", "I Wasn't Over You",
"Completely", "Don't Stop The Love", and "I Wanna Love You" by 98 Degrees
(sorry if you don't like them but hey, to each his/her own!), also,
"Misty's Song" from the Pokemon "I Wanna B A Master!" soundtrack (which is
ULTRA cute!!!), and "November Rain" from the Ranma ½ soundtrack (the
instrumental Muzak version) to write this. Sorry it took so long for me to
write another fic but I wanted this to be really powerful!!!!! I liked it,
hope you do to! Love ya's guys! Mwah!!!