Ranma 1/2 Fanfic
Stolen My Heart 2: The Next Night
By Kris Thompson
This is a work of fiction based on Rumiko Takahashi's 'Ranma Nibun no Ichi' a.k.a.
Ranma 1/2 and was created for the author's personal enjoyment.
Fore Note: It would probably be a good idea to read 'Stolen My Heart' that goes along
with this one so you can get a general idea of what's going on in this fic.
Ranma's mind had been fuzzy when he had woken up that morning in Akane's bed.
His first thoughts had been 'What the hell-?'
Then the scene from the night before invaded his mind. Akane having a bad dream and
then him holding her in his arms, and then, finally, falling asleep with her. He had
managed to get out of her room without waking her up and with out letting either one of
their fathers catch him.
Unfortunately, he had been caught by Kasumi and had done his part of groveling,
explaining that it wasn't what it had appeared to be and to please not tell either of their
fathers, or Nabiki for that matter. She had agreed.
Ranma leaned back in his chair as the teacher droned on about World War 2, looking
over at Akane occasionally. She looked bored.
She hadn't said anything about last nights... events, so he had decided to follow her on
that. 'Maybe she doesn't remember,' Ranma reasoned, a stab of disappointment
spearing him in the heart. 'What?!' "Like I care about a tomboy like her." he muttered
under his breath.
"Grrrrrrrrrrrr..." He turned to see Akane turned in her seat, glaring at him, obviously
pissed.
"Mr. Saotome, would you please go stand in the hall with these buckets?" The teacher
hefted up two large buckets of water. Ice cold water.
'Great,' Ranma thought as he went out into the hallway.
"Stupid tomboy," Ranma muttered as he trudged home alone. "At least she could have
waited on me."
Akane had chosen to walk home with Yuka and Sayuri today, leaving Ranma behind.
He sighed as he entered the gate of the Tendo residence.
"Nihoa, Ranma! You take Shampoo on date, yes?" The purple haired Amazon asked
as she latched onto her 'airen'.
"SHAMPOO?! What are you doing here?!" Ranma exclaimed, trying unsuccessfully to
pry the Chinese girl off of him.
"Shampoo want airen to take Shampoo on date. Come airen!" Shampoo said as she
started to drag Ranma off by his collar.
!!!WHAM!!!
Akane's mallet connected with Shampoo and threw the girl across the yard. She sat up
and rubbed her head.
"What mallet girl do that for?!" Shampoo asked.
"Why do you think, you hussy!" Akane shouted, brandishing her mallet once more.
"Shampoo no have time to fight Akane. Great-grandmother expecting Shampoo back at
Neko-hanten any minute now." And with a flourish, she whipped her bicycle out of
nowhere. "Bye-bye!"
Ranma turned to Akane. "Hey, thanks Akane. I really hate it when she does that-"
!!!WHAM!!!
"Shut up, you pervert!" Akane muttered as she walked away from her Ranma pancake
on the lawn.
"I... will NEVER... understand... girls..." Ranma managed.
Later that night, Ranma sat on the roof, watching the stars.
'I wonder if she really does hate me. I mean, she does hit me all the time for stuff that
isn't even my fault! Maybe she really does hate me.' he thought sadly.
"Hey, Ranma!" Akane's voice called from the laundry porch. "Come over here! I know
you're out there!"
Ranma sighed but got up and walked to the edge of the porch and hung on with his feet
as he swung over the edge.
"Eek!" Akane squealed. "Ranma! You scared me!" She smiled then. "Come on
down here. You'll fall off that soon enough."
Ranma somehow managed to do a back flip and landed with ease on the porch.
"Ta-da!" He smiled a little.
Akane hit him on the arm. "Show off."
"What did you want, Akane?" Ranma asked, looking over the railing.
"I just wanted to say thank you, Ranma."
"Wha-huh?" he turned to look over at her, his interest in the ground suddenly gone.
"What for?"
"For last night," Akane said, her head down where he couldn't see her face.
"Uh, you remember? Um.... Akane, how much do you remember, *exactally*?" Ranma
asked, his adrenaline starting through his veins.
Akane replied. "All of it."
Ranma almost passed out when she grabbed his hand and forced himself to look
away. "Ranma," she said softly. His pulse quickened. What was she *doing*?!
He jumped when he felt her finger tips on his cheek. "Ranma," she whispered. "I know
you love me and I love you too." And with that, she pressed her lips to his in a sweet
kiss that felt like-
-BANG BANG BANG!
"Ranma, time to get up!"
"What?!" Ranma sat up in his own bed, his covers slightly tangled around him. He
was in his room; he wasn't on the porch with Akane kissing him anymore. 'Huh, must
have been a dream.' he contemplated sadly. But the night before last had been real
enough. Holding a sleeping Akane in his arms was too good to be true. It felt so... right.
The door of his room flew open with a very angry Akane standing just behind it.
"Ranma Saotome, get up this second! You're going to make us *both* late."
Ranma stood up. "Well, if you'd get outta my room, then maybe I could get dressed!
And you call me a pervert."
"Ranma," Akane growled, whipping out her mallet once more. "DIE!!!"
As he flew through the air, Ranma thought happily, 'She's so cute when she's mad.'
fin.
Author's Notes:
Well, I really had no clue of what was going to happen when I started this fic. The real
reason I wrote it was because so many people had told me that the first one was too
short. This one didn't turn out to be as waffy as the last, but I hope you still like it. ^_^
If you liked this fic, or hated it, or whatever, email me and tell me about it. Flames will
dealt with in kind.
~krissy
"Whaddya do that for?!"
-Ranma-chan from "Ranma 1/2 (Nibun No Ichi)
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