Yes, another random story… I don't know how I'll do but here goes…

And please review, its gives me happy butterflies in my stomach and happy stomachs means more stories!

Disclaimer: eh? If I owned Ranma 1/2, my life would be COMPLETE….well, I'm still not married to Batman…so, almost complete…

"A kiss from you makes life worth living." ~ Anonymous.

Lips Meeting Lips

Akane Tendo stared at the mirror, pitying herself and the sorry situation she was in. 'Stop it Tendo!' she suddenly thought. 'Face it like the woman you are!' She felt like a child, wallowing in this misfortune that her life usually was in. It really was her fault; if she would've stepped down from a challenge just this once, she wouldn't have to be suffering at this moment… But, no. She was a martial artist, darn it! She was not backing down from anything!

Akane sighed, looking down at the regal blue dress she was wearing. 'Well…'

She groaned and looked away, a frown adorning her face. She could do this… Seriously, how hard could it be?

"Akane? Are you ready?" A voice sounded from the door, scaring the young girl. She quickly shook herself, and then answered.

"Yeah, come in…"

A brunette wearing neon pink bows in her hair entered, and then practically squealed, making Akane jump for the second time in the last few minutes. "What?" she squeaked.

Big brown eyes regarded her, sparkling. "You look like you just stepped out of a movie!"

Despite her gruff mood, Akane suddenly felt a lot better. "What? Really?" She glanced at the mirror again, and then frowned. "Do I really have to do this?" she complained, remembering why she was dressed like this.

The brunette grinned. "Oh, you never know… you could like it, Akane." She giggled madly for a couple of moments, and then quickly composed herself. "Okay, get your gorgeous self moving; we present you in five minutes!" And with that, she left.

Akane wanted to rip her hair out. She plopped herself on the couch very unladylike, ignoring her… president's command. She stared over the room very moodily, until her eyes rested on a pin on the dresser. "Furinkan High Love Club" it said in bright pink letters, with a heart in the background. She focused her gaze on it sharply, and her glare intensified.

All this trouble for the Love Club… She remembered how she, a perfectly normal teenage martial artist, got involved in this mess.

She should've known that something was up. They were her friends, but they were being entirely too friendly.

"You sure you don't want some more, Akane?" Keiko, the president of the Furinkan High Love Club addressed her, almost business-like.

Akane smiled at her. "Yes, I've eaten enough ice cream to last me the rest of my life. I couldn't eat one more spoon full even if you paid me."

Keiko smiled, and then glanced at her fellow companions, who were all wearing illegal shades of pink and red. Akane did not miss it. "So, um… Keiko, what is all this about? I mean, thanks for everything, but I can tell you want something… so… what's up?"

The brunette wrung her hands nervously, "Well, Akane, the Honorary Love Club of Furinkan High has come upon some problems concerning our trip to Paris, France. You know the Annual Festival of Love, every Valentine's Day?" Akane nodded. She had heard about it from Sayuri, who was in the club last year. Apparently, Sayuri got sick of wearing pink and resigned a few days after joining. "Well, it has been a tradition, and now… and now… we can't go!

The president covered her face with her hands, sobbing. The other girls rushed over to her, patting and murmuring comfort.

Akane blinked several times before it hit her. "You don't have enough money to go?" She leaned over to the distressed girl. "Is that it?"

Keiko wiped her eyes, and then blubbered out, "Yes. We used all the funds for our outfits…."

Akane stole a glance at the eye piecing colored outfits they were wearing, and grimaced. "But… OH! And you want me to help you fund raise?" Akane asked, feeling very loved all of sudden.

The president's eyes shot open, and all tears disappeared. "Oh! Akane, would you really?"

Akane jumped back at the girl's outburst and change of mood. "Yeah, sure. I know how much you guys look forward to that trip. Besides, it'll be fun, right?"

Keiko nodded furiously, "Yes, tons of fun! Okay, Akane! You are our hero! You saved us, Akane! We owe you our lives!"

Akane beamed, and then blushed at all the attention that she was getting. "Girls! Calm down! So, what are we doing? Car wash? A bake sale? What?"

The girls looked at each other, then back at Akane. "We'll inform you as soon as possible, okay?"

The martial artist frowned, a questioning look on her face. "Um… yeah, I guess that's all right."

The girls nodded again, smiling happily, and then started to shuffle things around. "W have to go and start making preparations, Akane. But we are so relieved that you decided to help. We would be doomed without you!" Keiko sighed heavily. "I'll talk to you tomorrow, okie-dokie?"

Akane watched them go, a line of appalling color walking down the street, talking animatedly. She smiled, feeling an overwhelming sense of accomplishment.

She stood and stretched, then decided that she needed a walk. It was a beautiful afternoon; the sun on its way to sleep, and rays of orange, purple, and blue streaking the sky.

She didn't know how long she had been walking when he came. All she knew was that she was relaxed, feeling the cool wind on her skin, lightly ruffling her hair. She knew she would have to brush out the knots, but she couldn't careless right now.

Then the peace disappeared.

Ranma Saotome landed next to her, startling the blue haired girl. "What is this?" he asked, his voice harsh as he pushed a paper into her face.

"What? What is wrong with you, you jerk?" She grabbed the poster, and looked at him, annoyed that her peaceful afternoon was now a distant dream.

His gaze was surprisingly hard and blue eyes looked angry. Her eyes widened at him, and he suddenly softened, just slightly. "That's what I'm a asking! What the hell is wrong with you?"

Now she was the one getting mad. The man—no, boy— had no right to interrupt such a time as this. She only had a few of these rare moments, and here he came ruffled about something she did not know about and yell at her? The boy was asking for it…

"What are you talking about, Ranma?" she spat out, her patience gone.

He stuck out a finger at the paper in her hand, "Whatcha mean, what am I talkin' about? I wanna know what this is about!"

She glared at him, looked at said item, and then gasped in surprise.

On the poster was a picture of her, one she did not remember being taken, and written across the top:

The Furinkan High Love Club presents Akane Tendo!

You have the opportunity to take Akane's lips at the Nerima Fair! Buy your ticket now!

Akane's eyes were as wide as saucers as she read. "WHAAAAAT!"


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