by: McKinley Morganfield
"Go ahead and do it, Ranma!"
But I don't want to!" I was rewarded with a disapproving glance.
"Do it, Ranma!"
"Look Akane, I'm not gonna." Akane looked at me cooly, almost sideways. I picked up the phone.
"Yo Shampoo!" that got another disapproving look from Akane. I toned down my voice, made it more somber. "Would you like to come over? I have something to tell you." After squeals of joy Shampoo agreed to come right over.
"You seemed awfully glad to speak to her."
"No really, I wasn't!" I knew what was coming.
"I think you need some punishment."
"No...no I don't, Akane!"
"Yes...I think you do, Ranma. And you know what your punishment is."
"In front of Shampoo! Please don't..."
"Accept your punishment now, or would you rather wait until when your father is here?"
"Yeah, that'd startle him, wouldn't it?" asked Nabiki, walking into the kitchen and handing me a bucket of water. "Not quite following the path of a true martial artist?" When I came back downstairs a few minutes later, Shampoo was there. I blushed, but I sat down and crossed my legs. Nothing was happening. Nothing wrong, anyway. If it was, then...well, the possibility was unimaginable.
"Uhh...why you dress like that, Ranma?" asked Shampoo.
"Oh, Ranma doesn't mind dressing like that anymore." answered Kasumi.
"Ranma make good husband anyway. Is influence of pervert-girl Akane, who likes Ranma when girl-type. What you want speak of, Ranma?"
"Well, Shampoo, there's been something I've been meaning to tell you for some time now..." I stopped talking! I shouldn't be doing that! Was I making a resistance? I felt the euphoria of escape, but only for a few seconds.
"Go on, Ranma." ordered Akane. All will was broken. "I want you to stop trying to marry me. I'm Akane's man now. I always have been. Why don't you marry Mousse?"
"No!" Shampoo started to cry. I felt sorry for her. I didn't want to continue, but I did.
"I don't love you and I never loved you, I was being a jerk. Why don't you marry Mousse?"
"You demon!" Shampoo lashed out at Akane. "You make Ranma crazy. You I kill." But before Shampoo had moved more then a step or two at Akane, she froze. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Slowly a change came over her expression. She looked...well...I guess you'd call it...tranquil. I wondered...is that what I had looked like a few days ago, when Akane had first...
"Me sorry, Ranma. I will take advice and marry Mousse!" Shampoo giddily exited the house.
"There now, isn't that nice, my transvestite fiance?"
"Akane, I'm not a..." I stopped mid-sentence.
"You're not a what?" She went at me with those eyes! You don't how painful it is to describe...It may seem like nothing, but those eyes are inside of you. I mean, they engulf you. I don't want to go on any longer. I flinched under the pressure.
"Yes...yes I am, Akane."
"Do you have anything you want to say to me, Ranma?"
"I love you, Akane." It would have been so difficult to say that just last week. But...well...I think last week I would have meant it.
Akane smiled.
FIN
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