Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ The truth about hurtful words ❯ part eight ( Chapter 8 )
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By: MIztikal_Dragon 
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.26.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 920 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.26.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 920 | 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 Eight
The silence was the only answer he received from Akane as she stood there, restrained from running away by the hand that held her wrist firmly. Ranma wasn’t stupid and he wouldn’t let go until she gave him a reply and that looked almost non-existent as it was. Nobody seemed to notice the two of them standing like statues in the school gate entrance and for that Ranma was grateful. He didn’t want to draw any attention to himself or Akane, but usually that was like asking for a miracle.
“I don’t know,” she whispered after what seemed like forever. “You want an answer Ranma? Well I don’t know! What more do you want from me? Just please let me go.”
Releasing her wrist, Ranma frowned. Let her go? What was that supposed to mean? There were thoughts running through his head that left him confused. She wasn’t giving him a clear answer and it was making him a little more than nervous. Running his fingers through his hair, Ranma closed his eyes and sighed heavily, the situation was getting out of hand and he felt as though he was losing control of himself. The bell ringing was like a life saver for both of them and not really quite together, Ranma and Akane headed to their classes. There was no reason for them to want to stick around lingering any longer than necessary.
The day went on and it stayed the same -they were now avoiding each other. It wasn’t because they didn’t want to be around the other, it was that how were they going to talk to each other when they were surrounded by tense and awkward silence? Akane walked home with Nabiki and her small organization while Ranma went home by himself, he preferred to be alone then with unwanted company. Some people noticed the tenseness coming back and shook their heads, there was just no pleasing the two teenagers. They were like cats and dogs when it came to each other and sometimes they wondered whether or not the two kids would just give up fighting and get together.
Evening came and the sun was setting in the west and currently Akane was sitting at her desk. Papers and textbooks littered the flat surface and irritably Akane chewed on her pencil as the music blared through her headphones. Homework was something that she could never get rid of, it was just like once she finished one assignment, three more popped up in its place. Taking the pencil from her mouth, she frowned, she had plans to run the dojo so it wasn’t like she needed any more education.
Resting her head in her hands, Akane closed her eyes and listened to the music. What she needed at the moment was a real get away, to be free from the everyday routine that didn’t require her to do anything but relax. Yes it was such a lovely pipe dream. She sat there like a log for a minute not doing anything before she lifted her head and cried out in shock falling out of her chair.
There hanging upside down outside the window was Ranma. His eyebrow was arched in curiosity as he opened the window and climbed through it almost too easily. His step was silent and he closed the window before jumping off Akane’s desk and onto the floor. His face looked serious and pulling off her headphones, Akane stared up at the ebony hair boy in her room.
“R-Ranma?” Her voice was high and she mentally cursed herself. “W-what are you doing here?”
The boy didn’t answer her at first as he walked to her door and locked it. A lump formed in Akane’s throat and her heart was pounding wildly in her chest, this was it. Ranma had finally lost his marbles and he had come to commit murder suicide, she wasn’t going to live to see the next day. Groping around for something lying around she could use as a weapon, Akane never let her eyes leave their gaze on the boy.
“We need to talk Akane,”
Talk? Is that all he wanted from her? Nodding, Akane slowly climbed to her feet as Ranma sat down on the chair that Akane had fallen from. She smoothed out the invisible wrinkles in her skirt and settled herself down at the edge of her bed. He was right, they did need to talk. Keeping her eyes on her feet, Akane pulled a few stray strands of hair behind her ear. She didn’t know if he was waiting for her to start off the conversation, but she hoped that he knew what he wanted to say.
“Look,” Ranma sighed heavily, his blue eyes watching the girl a few feet from him. “For a while now there’s been this space between us and its becoming one of those, I hurt you, you hurt me things.”
“Ranma, I-”
“Lemme finish Akane,” Ranma interrupted standing on his feet and beginning to pace back and forth. “Well I don’t like it, I don’t like it at all and I think that something needs to be done about this. We need to mend whatever it was that started this because it’s affecting everyone around us and that’s no good.”
“You’re only saying that because your dad’s getting on your case and not leaving you alone.” She was right and the both of them knew it.
It was already happening again, the irritation and frustration and Ranma and Akane were both feeling it rise almost immediately. Resisting the urge to pull at his hair, Ranma closed his eyes and counted to twenty, sometimes he swore Akane liked to drive him nutzo.
“I’m just going to pretend that I didn’t you say that,” he said trying to keep calm. “The real issue I wanna talk about is last night.”
“What about it?” She was seething and the urge to strangle Ranma was coming to a head. “Are you going to somehow blame your lack of judgment on me?”
“God shut up Akane!” Ranma growled. “Why do you always have to be such a brat about everything?!”
Anger flashed across her face and Akane jumped to her feet. Just another fight starting and if he was going to just insult her, he could do it without her presence. “Oooh well excuse me, this brat is leaving!”
Stomping over to her door, Akane unlocked it and pulled it open only to have it slam shut as Ranma’s hand appeared over her shoulder. Her temper soared and Akane was near the point of killing the boy now behind her. She could feel his eyes glaring daggers at her but she refused to let him keep her here against her will.
“Move your hand Ranma,” she hissed venomously.
“No,” he wasn’t about to let her leave the room. “You’re not going anywhere!”
E/N: YAY! New chatper! It's been forever and I'm glad that I finally got over my writer's block! I dunno when the next chapter will be up, but it will be once I finishe part 9! Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed this story! I LOVE YOU GUYS!
Please continue to leave reviews whether it be good or bad ones !
-Krystal-
The truth about harmful words
By: Miztikal-Dragon
Part Eight
The silence was the only answer he received from Akane as she stood there, restrained from running away by the hand that held her wrist firmly. Ranma wasn’t stupid and he wouldn’t let go until she gave him a reply and that looked almost non-existent as it was. Nobody seemed to notice the two of them standing like statues in the school gate entrance and for that Ranma was grateful. He didn’t want to draw any attention to himself or Akane, but usually that was like asking for a miracle.
“I don’t know,” she whispered after what seemed like forever. “You want an answer Ranma? Well I don’t know! What more do you want from me? Just please let me go.”
Releasing her wrist, Ranma frowned. Let her go? What was that supposed to mean? There were thoughts running through his head that left him confused. She wasn’t giving him a clear answer and it was making him a little more than nervous. Running his fingers through his hair, Ranma closed his eyes and sighed heavily, the situation was getting out of hand and he felt as though he was losing control of himself. The bell ringing was like a life saver for both of them and not really quite together, Ranma and Akane headed to their classes. There was no reason for them to want to stick around lingering any longer than necessary.
The day went on and it stayed the same -they were now avoiding each other. It wasn’t because they didn’t want to be around the other, it was that how were they going to talk to each other when they were surrounded by tense and awkward silence? Akane walked home with Nabiki and her small organization while Ranma went home by himself, he preferred to be alone then with unwanted company. Some people noticed the tenseness coming back and shook their heads, there was just no pleasing the two teenagers. They were like cats and dogs when it came to each other and sometimes they wondered whether or not the two kids would just give up fighting and get together.
Evening came and the sun was setting in the west and currently Akane was sitting at her desk. Papers and textbooks littered the flat surface and irritably Akane chewed on her pencil as the music blared through her headphones. Homework was something that she could never get rid of, it was just like once she finished one assignment, three more popped up in its place. Taking the pencil from her mouth, she frowned, she had plans to run the dojo so it wasn’t like she needed any more education.
Resting her head in her hands, Akane closed her eyes and listened to the music. What she needed at the moment was a real get away, to be free from the everyday routine that didn’t require her to do anything but relax. Yes it was such a lovely pipe dream. She sat there like a log for a minute not doing anything before she lifted her head and cried out in shock falling out of her chair.
There hanging upside down outside the window was Ranma. His eyebrow was arched in curiosity as he opened the window and climbed through it almost too easily. His step was silent and he closed the window before jumping off Akane’s desk and onto the floor. His face looked serious and pulling off her headphones, Akane stared up at the ebony hair boy in her room.
“R-Ranma?” Her voice was high and she mentally cursed herself. “W-what are you doing here?”
The boy didn’t answer her at first as he walked to her door and locked it. A lump formed in Akane’s throat and her heart was pounding wildly in her chest, this was it. Ranma had finally lost his marbles and he had come to commit murder suicide, she wasn’t going to live to see the next day. Groping around for something lying around she could use as a weapon, Akane never let her eyes leave their gaze on the boy.
“We need to talk Akane,”
Talk? Is that all he wanted from her? Nodding, Akane slowly climbed to her feet as Ranma sat down on the chair that Akane had fallen from. She smoothed out the invisible wrinkles in her skirt and settled herself down at the edge of her bed. He was right, they did need to talk. Keeping her eyes on her feet, Akane pulled a few stray strands of hair behind her ear. She didn’t know if he was waiting for her to start off the conversation, but she hoped that he knew what he wanted to say.
“Look,” Ranma sighed heavily, his blue eyes watching the girl a few feet from him. “For a while now there’s been this space between us and its becoming one of those, I hurt you, you hurt me things.”
“Ranma, I-”
“Lemme finish Akane,” Ranma interrupted standing on his feet and beginning to pace back and forth. “Well I don’t like it, I don’t like it at all and I think that something needs to be done about this. We need to mend whatever it was that started this because it’s affecting everyone around us and that’s no good.”
“You’re only saying that because your dad’s getting on your case and not leaving you alone.” She was right and the both of them knew it.
It was already happening again, the irritation and frustration and Ranma and Akane were both feeling it rise almost immediately. Resisting the urge to pull at his hair, Ranma closed his eyes and counted to twenty, sometimes he swore Akane liked to drive him nutzo.
“I’m just going to pretend that I didn’t you say that,” he said trying to keep calm. “The real issue I wanna talk about is last night.”
“What about it?” She was seething and the urge to strangle Ranma was coming to a head. “Are you going to somehow blame your lack of judgment on me?”
“God shut up Akane!” Ranma growled. “Why do you always have to be such a brat about everything?!”
Anger flashed across her face and Akane jumped to her feet. Just another fight starting and if he was going to just insult her, he could do it without her presence. “Oooh well excuse me, this brat is leaving!”
Stomping over to her door, Akane unlocked it and pulled it open only to have it slam shut as Ranma’s hand appeared over her shoulder. Her temper soared and Akane was near the point of killing the boy now behind her. She could feel his eyes glaring daggers at her but she refused to let him keep her here against her will.
“Move your hand Ranma,” she hissed venomously.
“No,” he wasn’t about to let her leave the room. “You’re not going anywhere!”
E/N: YAY! New chatper! It's been forever and I'm glad that I finally got over my writer's block! I dunno when the next chapter will be up, but it will be once I finishe part 9! Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed this story! I LOVE YOU GUYS!
Please continue to leave reviews whether it be good or bad ones !
-Krystal-