Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ In the Arms ❯ Princess Akane ( Chapter 1 )

In the Arms

Chapter 1: Princess Akane

Disclaimer: I don't own Ranma 1/2 and I must tell you, I am not happy about it.

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Akane woke up to the breezy feeling on her lips, her eyebrows knotting together in confusion. She slowly opened her eyes, revealing dazed and mystified brown eyes. But instead of the wooden ceiling she sees every morning upon waking up, a familiar face hovered above her, concern and anticipation in the deep blue depths. His lips were scant millimeters away from her own.

Which explained the slight tingling sensation.

Akane's eyes snapped open wide and she abruptly sat up, which resulted in her bumping heads with him. Ranma jumped back, hissing in pain and clutching his smarting forehead.

Oh god, did Ranma just kiss her?

A look of total astonishment was on Akane's face. She was so shocked that she didn't notice her surroundings.

Ranma…just kissed her!!! Oh. My. Kami-sama!!!

Then came the anger. The full-blown rage of being taken advantage of while she was sleeping. She took out her mallet from nowhere and was about to pound Ranma into oblivion when…

"Oh, fair Akane-sama, do not harm your most loyal betrothed for I want nothing more than to taste thou honeyed lips." He said this dramatically, like he was in a theatre play for a modern Shakespeare story. His Japanese sounded awfully formal and proper. This stunned Akane so much that she forgot her anger and her mallet vanished immediately.

Suspicion and wariness flared in Akane's brown eyes. "Are you sick, Ranma?" she asked quite rudely.

"Ah, dear Akane-sama, you becomes the most fairest maiden in all of the land when you become aggravated…I cannot lie so I will say that I am most deeply in love with you…" Ranma confessed emotionally.

A blush stained Akane's cheeks but she nonetheless rolled her eyes. This action caused her to finally notice her surroundings, sending her further into shocked bafflement.

She was in a cliff that overlooked the forest below. Akane was sitting in a glass coffin - Good god, coffin! In a coffin! - made of glass and precious gold and jewels. Akane looked down at herself and saw a beautiful gown of pink with satin and silk clinging to her curvy body quite tightly, revealing a bit of her creamy bosom. This made her face burn. Dainty satin slippers covered her small feet. Even Ranma was wearing strange clothes. He was wearing some sort of cloth armor the color of blood red and dark blue with a big sword in his scabbard, tied securely to the belt around his waist.

Needless to say, Ranma looked very dashing and Prince Charming-ish.

Then noises of joy suddenly cried a few feet away from the coffin - coffin! - she was lying on. Akane turned her head sideways to see who else was present and nearly fell off her coff…bed-thingy when she spotted seven little men dressed in medieval costumes rushing towards her! They looked like children in their height, but their faces were old, wrinkled and merry.

"Oh! Mistress Akane! You are alive!" one of the little men cried out in utter glee, clasping his chubby hands together.

"Aye! Aye! Our mistress lives! Hurrah! Hurrah!" the six remaining dwarf-like men cheered out loudly, their squeaky voices echoing in the wind.

Akane was very, very, very startled by then and the wariness in her eyes shone brightly. "Who are you and where am I?" she cried out distrustfully.

"And what did you do to Ranma to make him so…so…Prince Charming-ish?!?!?!" Akane demanded before any of the small men could answer her first demand. She was pointing at Ranma who was looking obliviously blissful at Akane, fury on her pretty face.

"You are in the Land of the Fairy in the Tale, Mistress Akane!" one of the little men, wearing a red shirt, answered.

"Hai, hai! In the Land of the Fairy in the Tale, indeed!!!" the others chorused.

"NANI?! There is no such thing!" Akane burst out indignantly, scrambling to get on her feet. She was standing atop the coffin, forgetting that it was a coffin, hands on waist and glowering down on the dwarfs in an intimidating fashion. "And Ranma? Did you drug him so he can play his part in this madness? AND DID HE KISS ME?!?!?!?!"

A grumpier looking little man, even if he also looked happy, spoke up. "He is your betrothed, Mistress Akane. He kissed you to wake you up from the frightening spell of that vile Queen Kodachi!"

"THIS SOUNDS TOO MUCH LIKE SNOW WHITE AND THE SEVEN DWARFS!!!" Akane yelled at the top of her lungs, quite frustrated.

Her anger caused the seven little men to jump backwards in fright and Ranma to snap out of his oblivious daze and rush towards his precious Akane.

"Akane-sama! What is wrong? Your fair face is scarlet with resentment, can this unworthy warrior whose heart you have captured with your beauty and kindness do anything to change your negative disposition?"

Akane got even angrier. If that was possible. "Stop speaking like Kuno-sempai, Ranma no baka!"

What looked like genuine pain twisted Ranma's handsome features and he clutched at his chest, as if he was afraid someone might snatch his heart away. "Oh, you wound me so very deeply, Akane-sama! I am aware that I am unworthy of your divine presence, but please do not compare me to that idiotic King Kuno for he is even more unworthy of you!!!"

Akane blinked in amazement, momentarily pausing. The little dwarfs simultaneously gave sighs of relief when their mistress Akane seemed to have quieted down.

A slight breeze brushed around them, causing Akane's long blue-black hair to swirl around her.

Akane blinked again.

Long hair?

Long hair?!

She fingered the long, silky strands in wonder, eyes as wide as saucers. Her short hair had grown overnight when she was sleeping. But that was impossible! Hair does not grow to this length in such a short period of time. Akane slumped back down on the coffin, her confusion taking away most of her fury and leaving her frightened and totally freaked out.

Ranma looked aghast at her expression. "Please do not fret your pretty head, fair Akane-sama. King Kuno shall not have your hand, for you are tied to me by the sacred powers that make us affianced."

He kneeled on the ground with one knee propped up, and took one of Akane's limp hands. "Shall we go to the castle now, fair Akane-sama?"

Probably permanently speechless, Akane could only nod limply.

Ranma stood up and promptly slid his arm underneath Akane and lifted her up into his arms as if she weighted no more than a mere feather. He then walked towards a horse nearby.

Akane hadn't noticed the horse before.

The little men cheered and clapped, following them.

Ranma mounted the horse effortlessly with Akane in his arms and gripped the reigns securely. A triumphant grin graced his features.

"We shall return with the wedding invitations! Farewell now and you have our deepest gratitude, Dwarfs in the Magical Forest."

Then he, with Akane seated like a dazed maiden in his arms, led the horse into the path that led out of the cliff and forest.

Happy cheers echoed in the air, but Akane hardly notice. Nor did she notice the warmth Ranma exuded or the wind whipping her long hair as she rode into the sunset like the way they did it in fairy tales.

But she can't be in a fairy tale…can she?

Akane must be dreaming. She was sure that any moment now she will wake up in her own bedroom.

She really can't be in a fairy tale…

Can she?

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There you have it…please review all right? This is gonna be a humorous fic, as humorous I can get, anyway. PLEASE REVIEW!!!