Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ The truth about hurtful words ❯ Part Seven ( Chapter 7 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: MIztikal_Dragon 
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.10.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.10.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I don’t own InuYasha---I mean Ranma and Co. Never have, never will but we can all dream can’t we?
The truth about harmful words
By: Miztikal-Dragon
Part Seven
Tense bodies relaxed as the two of them melted into the kiss. Gently Ranma loosened his hold as one of his hand slid to Akane’s neck and gained better access as her lips parted inviting his tongue to explore her mouth. Her fingertips danced lightly against his neck sending gooseflesh up and down his spine followed by the cold droplets of water running down his cheek. Inwardly groaning and cursing himself, Ranma pulled away from the now tender embrace.
Opening her eyes Akane was greeted with the female Ranma with wet red hair instead of the male one she had been arguing with not only moments before. A scarlet blush covered her face as Ranma stepped back a few feet with a cross between an angry and disappointed expression on his face.
“Akane I--”
“We better get home,” She interrupted knowing how touchy he was about being in his girl form. “Father and Katsumi must be worried to tears.”
Nothing was said as Akane hesitantly took Ranma’s hand in her own and headed back in the direction both of them had come. The rain poured down heavily and neither of them noticed that their fingers had become entwined together. There was nothing that needed to be said, they didn’t want to ruin the precious moment shared by saying something. Ranma was afraid to ruin it and Akane hadn’t wanted it to end.
The walk home was a long one, and there at the door waiting like a worried mother stood Kastumi with an umbrella held tightly in her hands. Ranma and Akane separated then, going off to do their own things, things that included being as far from the other as possible. Hopefully things would be better in the morning.
~oOo~
Morning came and went yet nothing seemed to progress between Ranma and Akane. Silence is what still graced the Tendo home with its suffocating presence, but none the less it was more than welcomed considering the moods from the two teenagers previously. The normal behavior of the two families was certainly missed, then again it was easier to maintain the chaotic energy than the sullen and awkward of energy that seeped into the hearts of everyone.
Grabbing a piece of toast from the quiet table, Ranma picked up his briefcase and headed outside, his blue eyes falling on the boyish figure of a retreating Akane as she left. Even though they had fallen into an unnerving slump, they still had to go to school and there were no agreements that weren’t left upon deaf ears. The toast disappeared easily into his mouth as he caught up quickly with the said girl in a green school uniform, he didn’t want to be late again and have to carry around the god forsaken pails of cold water.
“Hey Akane,” his voice was a little gruff, but Akane didn’t seem fazed by it.
“Hey is for horses Ranma,” she replied half-heartedly as she continued forward not sparing the teenage boy even a glance.
Biting back a rude comment, Ranma sighed heavily unsure if the girl next to him found pleasure in making his blood boil. Deciding to ignore the comment he hesitantly stole a glance followed by a few more, it was proven time and time again that there was no way that he’d be able to understand Akane. She was the female version of a bi-polar senile old man, and yes that coming from him was saying something.
“Hey Akane,” Ranma said almost obnoxiously. “You’re not made at me for the other night are ya?”
There was a tone in the way he offhandedly said those words that made Akane stop momentarily before starting to walk towards The Furinkin High’s school gates. In all honestly she rather liked the feeling of his soft lips against hers and she still felt the phantom touch that he bestowed her with. It wasn’t that she was mad about it, but more like she didn’t know how to react to it. She had never been kissed like that before, hell she’d never been kissed before period and besides, how was she supposed to react?
Ignoring his question, Akane curled her hair behind her ear as she looked for someone that would make the uneasy feeling swelling in her stomach go away. Where were her so called friends when she needed them? Her eyes instantly lit up when she spied her sister Nabiki and the usual small crowd that surrounded the teenager. Akane had found means of escaping her anxieties, from Ranma and his questioning gaze on her back.
Calling out her sister’s name, Akane took off in a fast sprint in Nabiki’s direction. Ranma saw her attempt to flee and quickly went after her, his hand easily grasping her wrist and pulling her back to face him. Her own briefcase falling to the ground in surprise. Ranma noted the poink blush covering the tip of Akane’s cheeks and the wide dark brown color of her eyes, she was like a deer caught in the headlights of an on coming truck. Swallowing the rather large lump that appeared in his throat, he tried to give the girl in front of him a stern glare, but failed miserably.
“Answer my question Akane,” he demanded, his voice wavering just a tad.
“Ca-can’t we talk about this later?” There was desperation clearly laced in her voice, “please Ranma, not here--”
“No, answer me now!” His cheeks felt hot but he wanted to know.
~~oOo~~
E/N: I still haven't been able to finish part 8 and I hope that you will continue to read this story. I've had a really bad case of writer's block and I appreaciate everyone who has stuck with my story!
-Krystal-
The truth about harmful words
By: Miztikal-Dragon
Part Seven
Tense bodies relaxed as the two of them melted into the kiss. Gently Ranma loosened his hold as one of his hand slid to Akane’s neck and gained better access as her lips parted inviting his tongue to explore her mouth. Her fingertips danced lightly against his neck sending gooseflesh up and down his spine followed by the cold droplets of water running down his cheek. Inwardly groaning and cursing himself, Ranma pulled away from the now tender embrace.
Opening her eyes Akane was greeted with the female Ranma with wet red hair instead of the male one she had been arguing with not only moments before. A scarlet blush covered her face as Ranma stepped back a few feet with a cross between an angry and disappointed expression on his face.
“Akane I--”
“We better get home,” She interrupted knowing how touchy he was about being in his girl form. “Father and Katsumi must be worried to tears.”
Nothing was said as Akane hesitantly took Ranma’s hand in her own and headed back in the direction both of them had come. The rain poured down heavily and neither of them noticed that their fingers had become entwined together. There was nothing that needed to be said, they didn’t want to ruin the precious moment shared by saying something. Ranma was afraid to ruin it and Akane hadn’t wanted it to end.
The walk home was a long one, and there at the door waiting like a worried mother stood Kastumi with an umbrella held tightly in her hands. Ranma and Akane separated then, going off to do their own things, things that included being as far from the other as possible. Hopefully things would be better in the morning.
~oOo~
Morning came and went yet nothing seemed to progress between Ranma and Akane. Silence is what still graced the Tendo home with its suffocating presence, but none the less it was more than welcomed considering the moods from the two teenagers previously. The normal behavior of the two families was certainly missed, then again it was easier to maintain the chaotic energy than the sullen and awkward of energy that seeped into the hearts of everyone.
Grabbing a piece of toast from the quiet table, Ranma picked up his briefcase and headed outside, his blue eyes falling on the boyish figure of a retreating Akane as she left. Even though they had fallen into an unnerving slump, they still had to go to school and there were no agreements that weren’t left upon deaf ears. The toast disappeared easily into his mouth as he caught up quickly with the said girl in a green school uniform, he didn’t want to be late again and have to carry around the god forsaken pails of cold water.
“Hey Akane,” his voice was a little gruff, but Akane didn’t seem fazed by it.
“Hey is for horses Ranma,” she replied half-heartedly as she continued forward not sparing the teenage boy even a glance.
Biting back a rude comment, Ranma sighed heavily unsure if the girl next to him found pleasure in making his blood boil. Deciding to ignore the comment he hesitantly stole a glance followed by a few more, it was proven time and time again that there was no way that he’d be able to understand Akane. She was the female version of a bi-polar senile old man, and yes that coming from him was saying something.
“Hey Akane,” Ranma said almost obnoxiously. “You’re not made at me for the other night are ya?”
There was a tone in the way he offhandedly said those words that made Akane stop momentarily before starting to walk towards The Furinkin High’s school gates. In all honestly she rather liked the feeling of his soft lips against hers and she still felt the phantom touch that he bestowed her with. It wasn’t that she was mad about it, but more like she didn’t know how to react to it. She had never been kissed like that before, hell she’d never been kissed before period and besides, how was she supposed to react?
Ignoring his question, Akane curled her hair behind her ear as she looked for someone that would make the uneasy feeling swelling in her stomach go away. Where were her so called friends when she needed them? Her eyes instantly lit up when she spied her sister Nabiki and the usual small crowd that surrounded the teenager. Akane had found means of escaping her anxieties, from Ranma and his questioning gaze on her back.
Calling out her sister’s name, Akane took off in a fast sprint in Nabiki’s direction. Ranma saw her attempt to flee and quickly went after her, his hand easily grasping her wrist and pulling her back to face him. Her own briefcase falling to the ground in surprise. Ranma noted the poink blush covering the tip of Akane’s cheeks and the wide dark brown color of her eyes, she was like a deer caught in the headlights of an on coming truck. Swallowing the rather large lump that appeared in his throat, he tried to give the girl in front of him a stern glare, but failed miserably.
“Answer my question Akane,” he demanded, his voice wavering just a tad.
“Ca-can’t we talk about this later?” There was desperation clearly laced in her voice, “please Ranma, not here--”
“No, answer me now!” His cheeks felt hot but he wanted to know.
~~oOo~~
E/N: I still haven't been able to finish part 8 and I hope that you will continue to read this story. I've had a really bad case of writer's block and I appreaciate everyone who has stuck with my story!
-Krystal-