From: Emily Siazon emily9@bellatlantic.net
"WASURERARENAI" (Unforgettable)
An alternative reality fanfic by Emily Siazon.
All characters are owned by Rumiko Takahashi.
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Chapter 5
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Shinnosuke was about to reenter his room but stopped when he
heard a whimper echo throughout the house. He strained his ears and
heard it again. The sound seeming to have been coming from Akane's
room at the end of the hall.
He softly knocked at her door. "Can I come in?"
"Uh, sure," Akane answered, running a hand through her tear
streaked face.
Shinnosuke found her sitting by the window, her gold necklace
blinding him slightly as he took the seat next to her.
"Are you still crying over your hair?"
"Mm-hm."
"I was serious when I said earlier that it makes you look cute,"
he whispered while he ran his hand through her newly shortened locks.
"You must think I'm being silly, but when it was accidentally
cut...I felt like I lost my family all over again."
"But I'm here. Don't you consider me and grandpa family anymore?"
"Of course I do."
"Then stop crying. Like you said, it was just a stupid accident.
It couldn't be helped. Crying won't bring it or your family back. Now
sit up and take it like a man."
"Uh...Shinnosuke?"
"Yes?"
"I'm not a man."
"Oh yeah."
* * *
Ranma glanced at the door before him apprehensively, unsure if he
should knock or not.
From Akane's reaction the day before, he wasn't too sure she
wanted to see him again. He had promised her that he would protect her
against her morning admirers, however, and he was going to do it even
if she hated his guts. He at least owed her that much.
After a nervous gulp, he rapped his hand against the door, unsure
of what he was going to say or do when he finally faced her.
* * *
"I'll get it," Akane yelled as she walked towards the front door.
She was pretty sure it was Ranma and couldn't help but feel a bit
guilty for the way she had acted yesterday.
She had been mad at him, but after her talk with Shinnosuke, she
had thought it over during the night and she had to admit that it was
indeed not his fault.
Grabbing her bag from its spot next to the door, she quickly
opened the door and stepped out.
"You're early today."
"Yeah...Um, Akane?"
"Mm?"
"About what happened yesterday..."
"Forget it."
"Then you're not mad about..."
"Don't be silly. I've been meaning to cut it anyways," she lied.
"Just not that quickly."
"Oh." Ranma went through his bag and quickly found the object he
had been searching for. "Uh, here's your hair... I thought you might
want it back."
He looked at her stunned face, the expression she wore reminding
him of the events that occured the day before.
* * *
Ranma waved a hand in front of Akane. She still had the same
surprised expression on her face for the last couple of minutes. In
fact, she hadn't done so much as blink since the accident.
"I think she's in shock," Ryoga had said after a brief
examination.
"Tell me something I don't know."
They had glared at each other then. The tension in the air was so
thick that it could have been cut with a knife.
It would have eventually led to another fight had Akane not
chosen that moment to run off.
"AKANE!" Ranma had yelled out, ending the staring match. He was
about to go after her when he felt a hand on his shoulder
He turned around and saw Ryoga sadly shaking his head, the angry
expression of earlier replaced with one of guilt. "Don't. I'm sure
we're the last people on earth that she'd want to see right now."
For once, Ranma didn't argue, knowing full well that the other
boy was right.
He walked towards the spot that she had been standing in and
carefully lifted the lock of hair on the ground as if it was the most
fragile thing on earth.
He sadly ran his hand through it, the silky strands slowly
separating to fall lifelessly in his lap. The same strands that
minutes before had moved gracefully with each turn of her head, but
now...
* * *
"Thank you," Akane replied, carefully placing it in her bag and
snapping Ranma out of his reverie.
Ranma looked a bit embarassed as he carefully avoided her gaze.
"Ah, no problem."
He was about to say something more, but he was interrupted by the
first bell. Damn.
* * *
The noise in the hallway was defeaning as the students of
Furinkan High headed outside for lunch. Amid the crowd were two
freshmen who appeared to be the only ones not in a rush.
"Ranma?" Akane yelled so that she could be heard above the noise.
"I was thinking, how would you like to go ice skating..."
"I'd love to," he replied, a little to eagerly for his liking. He
couldn't believe it, she was asking him on a date. Just the two of
them on the rink skating while the others marvel at their grace...
Ranma smiled as the image ran through his mind, although he
couldn't help but feel like he was forgetting something important.
"...with Shinnosuke and me?" Akane finished. She turned around
and noticed the dissapointed look on his face. "Is something the
matter?"
Ranma looked a bit starled that she had noticed his sour
expression. "Huh? Oh, it's nothing!" he exclaimed as he nervously
scratched the back of his head.
* * *
"I can't believe I forgot I couldn't skate," Ranma muttered while
he desperately held on to the wall surrounding the rink.
They had headed right after school to the skating rink and met up
with Shinnosuke as planned. It had been going great until he stepped
into the ice.
He glanced up and found the forgetful boy glaring at him again as
he skated next to Akane.
"What's his problem?" he muttered while he watched the two of
them skate effortlessly around the rink. "For an old friend, he sure
is acting a lot more like a jealous boyfriend."
* * *
"Is something the matter?" Akane asked while she executed a
flawless double axel. She had noticed that Shinnosuke had been
distracted the whole time they had been skating. He kept making the
simplest mistakes which was odd for someone who had been skating for
such a long time.
"Oh, I just wasn't feeling too well this morning."
"Then why are you here? You know you shouldn't strain yourself."
"I'm fine. Besides, there's no way I was going to let you go
alone with some strange guy," he said as he continued to glare at
Ranma.
"He's a friend."
"You barely know him. For all you know, he cold be a major
pervert who goes out at night to steal women's underwear."
"Oh, honestly."
* * *
Shinnosuke snuck out of the ice and headed towards a table,
grateful that Akane was busy on the rink, unsuccessfully trying to
teach Ranma how to skate. With shaking fingers, he took out the sports
bottle under his shirt filled with the 'water of life'.
He hadn't been lying earlier when he said he didn't feel well and
almost didn't come. Then he heard that some boy was coming along and
well, what could he do?
He was about to pour the contents of the bottle on his back when
it was snatched out of his hand by a girl in a pink frilly dress that
looked so sweet on her that he thought he was going to have a
toothache.
"Marguerite!" she squealed as she hugged the cute sports bottle
against her chest.
"Hey! You can't..."
"You're so cute!" she continued, ignoring his protest.
Shinnosuke looked on helpless as she continued to talk to it. The
sickeningly cute squeals caught Akane's attention as she and Ranma
skated... well, actually it was more like she skated by, dragging
Ranma behind her.
She recognized the object in the girl's hand immediately and
gasped, stopping abrubtly. Unfortunately for Ranma, the sudden lost of
movement caused him to fall flat on his face in the ice.
"Y-You give that back to him," Akane demanded as she stalked
towards the girl.
"No. Little Marguerite is mine!"
When she had finished talking, a hand snatched the object out of
her hand and placed it on Akanes.
"I believe this is yours," the owner of the hand, a handsome boy
in his late teens said, giving her his most charming smile.
"Uh, yeah."
"Say isn't that the Mikado Sanzenin of the Golden Pair?" a girl
that Akane recognized as someone from her class asked.
"Indeed," he answered as he ran a comb through his hair. "And
this," he added as he pointed to the cute kleptomaniac beside him
currently hitting him on the head with her ice skates, "Is my partner,
Azusa Shiratori."
"What's the Golden Pair?" Akane whispered to the girl beside her.
Mikado looked like he was going to have a heart attack upon
hearing this. "The Golden Pair happens to be Kolkhoz High's champion
freestyle skating team."
"Oh."
"But don't worry," he added as he walked up to her and gently
held her cheek, shrugging his annoying partner off. "You're forgiven
for not knowing this. In fact, I decided to show you another thing I'm
famous for." He leaned closer to her and closed his eyes as he
prepared to kiss her on the lips.
*Crack* Mikado opened his eyes when he felt pain. He found that
the sports bottle that Azusa had snatched back was now imbedded to his
cheeks.
"This bottle is mine!"
"No way!" Akane yelled as she grabbed it away.
"Fine. If you won't give it to me, then I challenge you."
"So, you want a fight?"
"Don't be ridiculous. I challenge you to a pairs skating match.
It will be held at my school in three days."
"Fine."
"Do you think that's wise?" Ranma asked. "Why don't you save
yourself the trouble and just buy another one?"
"Because."
"Well I for one think it's a great idea," a fully recovered
Mikado interjected. "And after the match," he whispered as he held
Akane's hand, "as you wished, you will finally be able to kiss me."
Akane looked at the bottle in her hand and toyed with the idea of
hitting him over the head with it herself. Unfortunately, he was gone
by the time she had made her decision.
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AUTHORS NOTES:
Ack! Sorry it took so long for this part to get out. I was so
intent on writing the final chapter that I've completely forgotten
about it.
I'd like to thank Scott Schimmel for helping me edit this. If I
don't, he'd do that Soun demon head thing (Trust me, it ain't
pretty ^_^)
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From: Emily Siazon
Subject: [Ranma][Fanfic] Wasurerarenai, part 6
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