Disclaimer: *Sigh*...Unfortunately, I do not own Ranma 1/2.

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Provoked

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Chapter 1 ...

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Ranma held his swollen jaw. "Would you cut it out!"

Akane smiled at him as she pulled the quart of milk out of the refrigerator.

"Whats s'matter with you today anyway?" he said glaring.

She hummed contently as she grabbed a glass from the cabinet. "What do you mean?"

"You know EXACTLY what I mean! You've been hitting me all day. But I haven't done nothin' to you yet."

Akane replaced the milk in the fridge. She grabbed her glass and started for the living room, still humming.

Ranma stared at her curiously and followed. There definitetly was something wrong. Akane being violent wasn't abnormal, but her just carelessly striking him when he did nothing to deserve it was a problem.

They had been the only two home that day. Soun and Genma had went to a Hot Spring Resort for the weekend, Kasumi was out shopping, and Nabiki was out hanging with friends. They had been the only two who had absolutely nothing to do and ended up stuck in the house together for hours. So far, Ranma was extremely unhappy with the situation. They had actually got along fine for a few minutes, until she began acting weird. She had been smiling and laughing excessively. At first, Ranma had just assumed that she was in a really good mood. Until she hit him.

It was beyond random.

"What was THAT for?" he shouted holding his throbbing head as he rolled off of the broken coffee table.

Akane had just smirked and flipped the television on. Ranma shook it off and forgot about it.

Then the second time, she had whacked him from behind and casually took a seat next to him. Ranma didn't react, but he DID throw her a threatening look.

Now they were in the kitchen. Akane offered to make him lunch but he declined. That's when she started again.

Ranma grabbed as many items from the refrigerator as he could hold at one time. He plopped them down on the table and began to arrange them in an edible combination. Akane watched him, amusingly.

"What are you going to make out of that?"

Ranma shrugged, stuffing some bread into his mouth. "Iduddo..."

Akane slapped him on the back. "What?"

Ranma choked and swallowed. "I said I dont know..."

Akane shook her head. "Why don't you just let me make lunch."

"No thanks...I'd rather starve than eat something of yours." He winced, preparing to be punted through the ceiling.

But it never happened. Instead, Akane shrugged. "Suit yourself..." She started for the kitchen closet.

'Huh,' Ranma thought. His eyes followed her as she walked across the room.

He took a seat at the table and began chomping into the assemblage of foods in front of him. Akane approached the table with a pack of rice cakes. She stopped and watched him as he hungrily devoured them as if it were a race against a clock.

Ranma eventually noticed her staring. "What are you lookin at?'

"Do you have any manners whatsoever?"

Ranma frowned. "Yeah like you're one to talk..."

Akane smiled and giggled.

Ranma gave her a confused glance. "What's funny?"

"You..." she replied.

Ranma put his food down and turned to her solemnly. He gave her his full attention.

"Akane...Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah. I'm okay," She stopped smiling. "Why do you ask?"

"Because you're acting strange...You didn't fall and hit your head did you?" he asked examining her.

Akane smiled again. "Strange how?"

"See! Right there! That's what I'm talking about. You're smilin' and junk."

Her smile faded again and she gave him the sternness face that she could manage. "Would you prefer if I not smiled? Is this better?"

Ranma paused. "Well...no...I-I mean, I like your smile. It's just that-"

"You do?..." Her smile came back.

"Stop that! You're freakin' me out!"

Akane laughed.

Ranma glared at her until she stopped. Then Akane sighed and struck him chest.

Ranma looked down at his chest then back at her. "The hell was that?... Are you SURE you didn't hit your head or somethin' ...or maybe swallow some of your own cooking on accident?" He stood up from his chair. "Maybe i should go call Dr. Tofu."

Akane grabbed his arm to stop him. "No I'm fine really..." She looked at him for a long moment. Then without warning, she aimed at his face.

But this time, Ranma dodged and grabbed her fist. "What are you, holdin' a grudge against me or somethin'?"

"Of course not."

"Then what's with you trynna hit me and stuff?"

Akane looked down. "Well...see. I was going to just tell you, but..."

Akane paused. Ranma leaned in closer to hear the rest. He waited for her to continue.

Instead, Akane smirked and threw a jab, connecting with his jaw. "I thought I'd just hit you instead!"

"Ow!" Ranma held his swolen jaw. "Will you cut it out!"

Akane smiled at him as she made her way to the refrigerator and pulled out the quart of milk.

"Whats s'matter with you today anyway?" he said glaring.

She hummed contently as she grabbed a glass from the cabinet. "What do you mean?"

"You know EXACTLY what I mean! You've been hitting me all day. But I haven't done nothin' to you yet."

Akane replaced the milk in the fridge. She grabbed her glass and started for the living room, still humming.

Ranma stared at her curiously and followed. There was definitely something wrong.

And he was going to find out what.

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