Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Love Pills ❯ Chp 6: One More Time ( Chapter 6 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Ling Mao 
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.22.2001 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 891 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.22.2001 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 891 | Status: Completed
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Love Pills
By Ling Mao
Chp 6:"One More Time"
Start: 6-15-2001
Finish: 7-13-2001
Normal disclaimer applies
Wow it's been awhile ^_^
< > = Thought
> < = Sound
[ ] = Panda signs
" " = Spoken
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The ground was soft from the rain. Around her the birds sang
songs of joy all the while oblivious to the pain she felt. The dress she
wore was ruined. Stains of brown blotched onto the fabric, which was once
soft but was now ruff and coarse. It was still wet and the ends seemed to
be tattered. It was destroyed. A symbol of her failure, her sorrow, and
her emendable heart. Her hair was tainted with dirt and rubble. She
rubbed her eyes with her dirty hands. The wind rustled past her skin
causing her to shiver. She wrinkled her nose a bit before sneezing. She
had been there all night.
Ridgeley she stood up, not bothering to brush the dirt on her.
What was she to do? She couldn't go back home. Not while he was still
there. She couldn't stand to face Ryoga, not after running off like she
did. She couldn't go to her friends, they wouldn't understand and she
didn't want to have to explain. Not as if she could really explain
anyways...
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Ranma grumbled a bit as he shifted from his sleeping place near
the dinning table. His head, which had been propped up by his hands, was
slowly tipping over and was on the verge of falling off his hands. He
shifted a bit again, this time his head losing its balance on his hands
and slamming into the table beneath him.
"Huh-Wha-..." He stammered as he tried to regain his composition.
He blinked his squinted eyes and stretched his arms. <It's morning...> He
looked around to see if anyone was around. It must have still been early,
no one was around yet. He stood up and stretched his cramped legs when he
suddenly remembered why he was here. <Where's Akane?> Quietly he slipped
upstairs and creped into Akane's room. Nothing but a neatly made bed. He
went back downstairs and quickly searched the house to find no sign of
Akane. <Maybe she didn't come home...>
He sighed as he realized that he, once again, was worrying about
the tomboy in which he denied any feelings for. <No... I'm worried
because I made her cry and the only honorable thing to do is to
apologize> he tried to convince himself. Again he sighed as he made his
way to and through the doorway.
Ranma's pace was rather fast, although he would not have noticed
for his mind was focused on other things. His feet made contact with
almost all of Nermia as he searched for Akane. <Why is it that I feel
like I have done this before...> He asked himself, almost causing him to
miss the limping figure.
"Akane!" He shouted towards her. She did not seem to hear.
"Aka..." Ranma began to say but stopped as Akane stood up and
began to walk away. "Hey! Wait!" He shouted while following the girl.
Suddenly she stopped, her back faced towards Ranma as he ran
closer to her. Her hair floated in the brisk wind, gently mingling with
the other tassels of hair. Ranma stopped a few feet away from her. His
mouth was partly open as if to speak, but no words came out. He moved his
hands as if hoping to have them convey his message, but it was to no
avail.
Akane let out a sigh. She rubbed her cold arms a bit. The wind
was still blowing and caressed her skin.
"Akane..." Ranma began in a whisper. "Come on Akane. Lets go
home." He said as he reached out to grab her hand.
<Such warmth>
Akane made no move to resist not made any signs of acceptance.
"You're gonna catch a cold, or something..."
"Not like you care." Akane quickly retorted.
"Akane..."
"Don't Akane me." she said in a low growl. "Remember... I'm as
strong as an ox? You don't need to worry. Akane can make it on her own.
She doesn't need help. She doesn't need others. You can just leave her be
because she's the tomboy and the tomboy doesn't deserve to be with us.
Because she's stupid and ugly and violent. She's just unworthy. She's the
type that everyone should pick on and attack because she deserves it.
Isn't that right Ranma? Isn't it?"
"Akane...no... why would you..."
"Isn't that what you always say? Isn't it fun to torture Akane?"
Her voice was low and quiet but was just as potent if not more so than
screaming it. She was tired, her body worn. Her arms hung at her sides,
dangling, unable to lift due to lack of sleep, lack of energy.
"no... No... That's not it... That's not... it..."
"Then what is it?"
"I just... it's just that... I... I..." Ranma hesitated and began
to fidget with his hands. His unwilling mouth began to stutter.
"You what Ranma? Let me guess... you're going to say that you
love me right? You're going to say that again right? RIGHT?" She shouted
the last word with the little energy she had. As she continued to talk
her words became soft, so soft it became inaudible to those further than
a couple feet. But Ranma could here.
"Go on. Say it. I know you want to... I guess you love to see me
humiliated... That's all you do anyways..."
"Akane, you've got it all wrong."
"Whatever..." she responded. She walked towards then past Ranma.
"...not like it matters."
"Akane wait." Ranma reached for her wrists and wrapped his hand
around it. Akane stopped. She lacked the energy to struggle from the warm
palm that was restraining her.
"Akane wait..."
Silence followed broken only by the soft hustle of the wind. He
tightened his grip and the heat he was eradiating continued to grow as
his emotions increased. Anger... Nervousness...
...Fear...
>Th-Ump-Th-Ump-Th-Ump<
Again, silence takes over, but this time it is broken as the
bushes rustle.
Again the bushes rustle. Ranma turned his head a bit towards the
bush as a figure began to emerge from it.
"Ranma!" shouted the figure as it jumped from out of the bush and
headed strait towards Ranma. With lightening speed it ran up to Ranma.
"What the!? Sha-->Gag<" Ranma held his hands up to his throat
signaling that he was choking. He quickly swallowed, freeing his airway.
"Sha-sha-shampoo what are you doing!" He said crouching and
trying to catch his breathe. His head snapped up and his eyes were sent
glaring into Shampoo's. "I practically choked! What do you think you
were..."
>Pause<
>Th-Ump-Th-Ump<
Shampoo smiled as Ranma's harsh glare turned soft. <I win...>
"Shampoo..."
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Notes:
Sorry, I know how I want this to end, I just can't get to there! Argh!
Hey if any of you have idea's please send them over. Sorry this was
short, but I just wanted to get something out. Don't worry, I won't drag
this out. HEY! I think I just got an idea! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Yeah, well,
anyways, don't worry I'm not going to drag this out. Please review.
Thanks for the comments, I love hearing from you!
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Love Pills
By Ling Mao
Chp 6:"One More Time"
Start: 6-15-2001
Finish: 7-13-2001
Normal disclaimer applies
Wow it's been awhile ^_^
< > = Thought
> < = Sound
[ ] = Panda signs
" " = Spoken
===============
===============
The ground was soft from the rain. Around her the birds sang
songs of joy all the while oblivious to the pain she felt. The dress she
wore was ruined. Stains of brown blotched onto the fabric, which was once
soft but was now ruff and coarse. It was still wet and the ends seemed to
be tattered. It was destroyed. A symbol of her failure, her sorrow, and
her emendable heart. Her hair was tainted with dirt and rubble. She
rubbed her eyes with her dirty hands. The wind rustled past her skin
causing her to shiver. She wrinkled her nose a bit before sneezing. She
had been there all night.
Ridgeley she stood up, not bothering to brush the dirt on her.
What was she to do? She couldn't go back home. Not while he was still
there. She couldn't stand to face Ryoga, not after running off like she
did. She couldn't go to her friends, they wouldn't understand and she
didn't want to have to explain. Not as if she could really explain
anyways...
-------
Ranma grumbled a bit as he shifted from his sleeping place near
the dinning table. His head, which had been propped up by his hands, was
slowly tipping over and was on the verge of falling off his hands. He
shifted a bit again, this time his head losing its balance on his hands
and slamming into the table beneath him.
"Huh-Wha-..." He stammered as he tried to regain his composition.
He blinked his squinted eyes and stretched his arms. <It's morning...> He
looked around to see if anyone was around. It must have still been early,
no one was around yet. He stood up and stretched his cramped legs when he
suddenly remembered why he was here. <Where's Akane?> Quietly he slipped
upstairs and creped into Akane's room. Nothing but a neatly made bed. He
went back downstairs and quickly searched the house to find no sign of
Akane. <Maybe she didn't come home...>
He sighed as he realized that he, once again, was worrying about
the tomboy in which he denied any feelings for. <No... I'm worried
because I made her cry and the only honorable thing to do is to
apologize> he tried to convince himself. Again he sighed as he made his
way to and through the doorway.
Ranma's pace was rather fast, although he would not have noticed
for his mind was focused on other things. His feet made contact with
almost all of Nermia as he searched for Akane. <Why is it that I feel
like I have done this before...> He asked himself, almost causing him to
miss the limping figure.
"Akane!" He shouted towards her. She did not seem to hear.
"Aka..." Ranma began to say but stopped as Akane stood up and
began to walk away. "Hey! Wait!" He shouted while following the girl.
Suddenly she stopped, her back faced towards Ranma as he ran
closer to her. Her hair floated in the brisk wind, gently mingling with
the other tassels of hair. Ranma stopped a few feet away from her. His
mouth was partly open as if to speak, but no words came out. He moved his
hands as if hoping to have them convey his message, but it was to no
avail.
Akane let out a sigh. She rubbed her cold arms a bit. The wind
was still blowing and caressed her skin.
"Akane..." Ranma began in a whisper. "Come on Akane. Lets go
home." He said as he reached out to grab her hand.
<Such warmth>
Akane made no move to resist not made any signs of acceptance.
"You're gonna catch a cold, or something..."
"Not like you care." Akane quickly retorted.
"Akane..."
"Don't Akane me." she said in a low growl. "Remember... I'm as
strong as an ox? You don't need to worry. Akane can make it on her own.
She doesn't need help. She doesn't need others. You can just leave her be
because she's the tomboy and the tomboy doesn't deserve to be with us.
Because she's stupid and ugly and violent. She's just unworthy. She's the
type that everyone should pick on and attack because she deserves it.
Isn't that right Ranma? Isn't it?"
"Akane...no... why would you..."
"Isn't that what you always say? Isn't it fun to torture Akane?"
Her voice was low and quiet but was just as potent if not more so than
screaming it. She was tired, her body worn. Her arms hung at her sides,
dangling, unable to lift due to lack of sleep, lack of energy.
"no... No... That's not it... That's not... it..."
"Then what is it?"
"I just... it's just that... I... I..." Ranma hesitated and began
to fidget with his hands. His unwilling mouth began to stutter.
"You what Ranma? Let me guess... you're going to say that you
love me right? You're going to say that again right? RIGHT?" She shouted
the last word with the little energy she had. As she continued to talk
her words became soft, so soft it became inaudible to those further than
a couple feet. But Ranma could here.
"Go on. Say it. I know you want to... I guess you love to see me
humiliated... That's all you do anyways..."
"Akane, you've got it all wrong."
"Whatever..." she responded. She walked towards then past Ranma.
"...not like it matters."
"Akane wait." Ranma reached for her wrists and wrapped his hand
around it. Akane stopped. She lacked the energy to struggle from the warm
palm that was restraining her.
"Akane wait..."
Silence followed broken only by the soft hustle of the wind. He
tightened his grip and the heat he was eradiating continued to grow as
his emotions increased. Anger... Nervousness...
...Fear...
>Th-Ump-Th-Ump-Th-Ump<
Again, silence takes over, but this time it is broken as the
bushes rustle.
Again the bushes rustle. Ranma turned his head a bit towards the
bush as a figure began to emerge from it.
"Ranma!" shouted the figure as it jumped from out of the bush and
headed strait towards Ranma. With lightening speed it ran up to Ranma.
"What the!? Sha-->Gag<" Ranma held his hands up to his throat
signaling that he was choking. He quickly swallowed, freeing his airway.
"Sha-sha-shampoo what are you doing!" He said crouching and
trying to catch his breathe. His head snapped up and his eyes were sent
glaring into Shampoo's. "I practically choked! What do you think you
were..."
>Pause<
>Th-Ump-Th-Ump<
Shampoo smiled as Ranma's harsh glare turned soft. <I win...>
"Shampoo..."
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Notes:
Sorry, I know how I want this to end, I just can't get to there! Argh!
Hey if any of you have idea's please send them over. Sorry this was
short, but I just wanted to get something out. Don't worry, I won't drag
this out. HEY! I think I just got an idea! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Yeah, well,
anyways, don't worry I'm not going to drag this out. Please review.
Thanks for the comments, I love hearing from you!