Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Neko's Mate ❯ Neko's Mate 1 ( Chapter 1 )

NekoRanma sniffed the air cautiously. He could smell his mate and the scent of pigidiot nearby. He paused in his silent march, straining his senses. He growled at the though of pigidiot beeing near his mate. Pigidiot kept trying to take his mate, but wasn't strong enough to win in a fight against him. Instead, he tried bribing his mate.

NekoRanma snorted. As if his mate was fool enough to mate with pigidiot because of some shiny and noisy trinkets. His mate was smarter than that. That was why she had chosen him, and why he had chosen her. Many females kept trying to rut with him, but he had no interest in them. What fun was there in taking what was so freely offered? He was a cat, not a dog. Why rut with a dogbitch who would spread herself so easily when he could win a prize like his mate.

He needed someone strong and smart as his mate and he had found the strongest and smartest mate ever. She fought him and argued with him and challenged him daily to improve himself. She was sought after by many strong rivals, who he had to fight off. Many weaker beings would see this as a reason to chose one of the dogbitches that chased after him. But they did not understand that those rivals had made him stronger. Even pigidiot. Without them, he would not be strong enough to protect his mate. He would not be strong enough to even gain her interest. Just look at the stickfool. At one point, he could have taken NekoRanma's mate before NekoRanma met her, but refused to show her his true strength. This had infuriated his mate, who punished all the males around her. Though he could not harm his mate, he had been helping her imporve her skills and now, she was far beyond the stickfool. Soon, she would be equal to the girlboy who made such delicious food and fought with the big flat thing.

He caught wiff her scent and could now hear her beating heart. Joy filled him. Soon he would be with her again. He moved cautiously in the direction of her heart, scaning as well as he could for signs of a trap. His enemies were many and often they used his mate as bait in their plans to destroy him. He hissed at the thought, rage filling him. No matter what they did, none of them would take his mate.

He rounded a large boulder and paused. She was sitting on the steps leading into their dwelling. Pigidiot was sitting next to her, munching on a plate of leftover goodies from some meal his mate's eldest sibling had prepared. He sneered at the sight of his most hated rival, and vowed that one day soon, he would show his mate the pigidiot's secret. He stayed in hiding, watching as his mate gazed at the peaceful waters of the pond. She was wearing her yellow top fur and loose blue bottom furs today. Those annoying white paw pads were on her feet, though she had removed the hard bottomed foot covers. His attention was diverted as the white pads began wriggling and rubbing each other. He hissed at them, but calmed when he noticed his mate was not in pain. He was no fool. He knew that the pink wriggly things he liked to chased and bat were inside those covers. He would kill them one day, when they were no longer attached to his mate.

Puffing up with pleasure, he decided to let his mate know he had returned. He leapted over the boulder and in three smaller leaps was at his mate's feet. He purred and rubbed his head against the blue fur. His mate was a little strange. She changed her fur often and many times it was very odd to see. But of all her furs, he enjoyed rubbing the blue fur most. He could smell her very well through it, and could even feel her body heat. He looked up at her face, smiling and grinning as she smiled down at him. How he loved that smile!

A sharp pain in his hindquarters caused him to hiss and spin in place, looking for what had attacked him. He saw nothing but the pigidiot, glaring at him with his large eyes. Angry at being interupted while stropping his mate, he growled at the pig, watching it's eyes grow wide with fear. It turned to run, but he was quicker. A quick swipe of his paw, with claws retracted, sent the small annoyance flying across the yard to slam against the boulder near the pond. He started to move to finish the pig, but his mate's hand came to rest on his shoulder and he forgot all about anger as he looked up at her lovely face. She stroked his shoulder with one hand, while scratching his chin with the other.

"What am I going to do with you, baka? Why can't you and Pchan get along?" she whispered to him.

He didn't understand the sounds she was making, but he could tell that she was sad. Placing his paws on her shoulders, her gave her a loving kiss. He rubbed his face against hers and licked her nose. Taking a moment to enjoy the smile on her face, he turned and leapt over to the pigidiot. Gently batting it with a paw, he saw it begin to stir, and picked it up by the strange fur at its neck. He trotted back to his mate, placing the pigidiot beside her and mewling. He curled up protectively at her feet, placing his body over the pink wrigglies in their white covers. He made sure his body was between them and his mates and began to purr as she stroked his head. She even scratched behind his ears just the way he liked. Soon, he drifted into a nice nap, pleased to know that he had once again saved his mate, even if it was just from the pink wrigglies. The world around him faded to dark as he slipped into sleep.

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Ranma woke slowly, as usual. He felt weird, and knew that he had once again gone Neko. He wondered what he had done this time. The last thing he remembered was running from Shampoo and Mousse and turning into a building, hoping they wouldn't follow. He kept his eyes closed. He was sleeping on the ground, curled around something both firm and soft. He felt something wriggle against his stomach and realised where he was. He opened his eyes and looked up into his fiancee's face. She had a small smile on her face as she looked down at him. He met her smile with one of his own and slowly moved off her feet, kneeling in front of her.

"Did I do anything bad, Akane?" he asked, fearing what he might have done in his neko state.

Akane tilted her head to study him as she pondered the question. "Nothing I've heard of yet, Ranma. You just hopped over the boulder, rubbed against me a bit and kissed me again."

"I did?" he asked startled again that his neko side could so easily do something he longed to do.

Her face changed into a stern look. "You hit Pchan again. You knocked him clear across the yard into the boulder. Why Ranma? Why do you hate him so much. He's only a harmless little piggy. It's not like you have anything to be jealous about."

"Jealous? Why would I be jeal-" he stopped, seeing the look on her face darken. With a sigh, he rocked back a bit. "I'm sorry Akane. But you have to see this from my side. What was I doing before I hit him? What was he doing? Sometimes, Akane, I wish that you'd take a good look at what goes on before I attack the pig. Then you might understand. The pig attacks me too, you know."

Akane sighed and looked down at the small animal. Pchan was on his feet glaring at Ranma. When he noticed she was looking at him, he stopped glaring and put on a cute happy expression and jumped into her lap.

"He doesn't understand Ranma. He's just a pig. He probably thinks you're attacking me or something." Pchan nodded vigorously, much to Ranma's disgust.

Ranma threw a nasty glare at Pchan. Than a grin lit his face. "He's an aggressive little runt. You know I'd never hurt you, Akane."

Akane glanced up at Ranma, only to look away in embarrassement at the tender look on his face. "I know, Ranma." she answered quietly. "I've never thought you would."

Ranma stood from his crouch across from Akane and sat next to her, closer than he usually did. Hesitantly, fearing her reaction, he slid his arm around her waist, pulling her gently against his side. He was relieved that instead of an angry attack, Akane rested her head on his shoulder. He nuzzled against her hair, breathing deeply of the scented shampoo she used. He relaxed and turned to face the setting sun, feeling a sense of peace he only felt when they were alone and he could let his guard down.