Only To Me A FanFic based on Ranma ½ By Kris Thompson This is a work of fiction based on Rumiko Takahashi's 'Ranma Nibun no Ichi' a.k.a. Ranma ½ and was created for the author's personal enjoyment. Ranma glanced over at Akane. 'Yep, she's still fuming. Wonder what got 'er all mad *this* time.' But he knew why she was mad. He'd called her 'uncute' that morning and she called him a jerk and whipped out her trusty Mallet and whacked him into next week. She'd been mad all day, and even though he'd tried to apologize, it just seemed to make her angrier. Ranma sighed and stood up, right about the same time Shampoo and her bike slammed through the wall and onto his skull. Akane looked over at them in shock. "Nihoa! Where Shampoo's airen?" The purple haired Amazon looked down to see Ranma caught under her bike. "Oh, Ranma! Why you under bike?" Ranma let out a small groan of pain, common after having one's head run over by a Japanese-made bicycle, as her answer. "Shampoo!!!" Mousse ran through the hole Shampoo had so lovingly created in the Tendo house, and ran over to Akane and hugged her. "Oh my beautiful Shampoo!" Mousse swung Akane around. "Mousse, let go of me! It's Akane!" the youngest Tendo daughter said. "Akane?" he put her down. "Forgive me. Could you tell me where my beloved Shampoo is?" "She's right over there." Akane pointed. Mousse adjusted his glasses. "Ah, thank you Akane." He glanced over to see Shampoo holding a very dazed Ranma in an Amazon vice grip. "Saotome! Unhand my beautiful Shampoo!" Mousse began to attack Ranma. "Aiya! Mousse no attack Shampoo's airen!" Shampoo cried, bashing the blind boy over the head. Ranma had had enough. "Shampoo, Mousse, I'm not really up to a 'final, all-out, Match of the strengths, fight to the death' kinda battle at this point, so if ya don't mind, I'll see ya later." Shampoo blinked for a minute then stood up with tears in her eyes. "Shampoo make husband angry. Shampoo go now." And with that said, she hauled an unconscious Mousse over the back of her bike hurriedly and rode off into the night. Ranma sighed again, but this time, with relief. Now he only had *one* person angry at him... He turned to find Akane gone. Then, he heard it. The sound of someone in the kitchen, some one who happened to be a klutzy, uncute tomboy named Akane Tendo. 'This can't be good,' Ranma slowly walked to the door, trying his best to escape certain death... "Ranma, where are you going?" Ranma paused in mid-step. 'Shit.' "I made some cookies. Do you want some?" Akane continued. "Um, well..." he really didn't feel like having a near death experience. Not now... Then he made the mistake of turning and looking at her, seeing her hopeful face. He felt his heart wrench... "I made them for you," she smiled lightly. That was it, she'd dropped the bomb. *He might* have been able to ignore her last caring comment, but there was now way he could withstand her smile. "Uh, sure." His mouth said while his brain screamed, 'Are you *crazy*?! You're gonna end up a Tofu's getting' your stomach pumped!' He walked over and picked one up. It looked like a regular sugar cookie. 'Looks safe enough,' But looks can often be deceiving. 'Probably tastes like nuclear waste.' He took a small bite, all the while his mind was repeating over and over, 'You're gonna die, you're gonna die...' And it tasted... ...*good*. Ranma's eyes flew open. It wasn't good-it was great! Almost as good as Kasumi's cooking. "Wow!" Ranma said, making Akane smile even more. "It's amazing that this is the first time that any of your cooking has *ever* been edible! I mean, most of your cooking's been so *toxic*, it's considered nuclear. Tofu-sensei's been in great business ever since you started with your concoctions and-" !!!SMACK!!! Ranma felt the sting of Akane's slap-and it hurt, not only physically, but emotionally as well. Akane stood in front of him, hands clinched at her sides and tears in her eyes. "Ranma no baka." she said quietly. Her voice cracked on the last word and she turned and ran upstairs. Ranma heard her choke out a sob as she bounded up the stairs. He winced slightly as he heard her bedroom door slam. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," Ranma scolded himself out loud. All he'd meant to do was complement her and he had ended up getting slapped in the face, not mention hurting Akane. He reached up gingerly, touched the place where her small hand had hit him. It still stung. He sighed. He'd been doing that a lot today. 'I really need to go apologize to her.' He thought. He headed up the stairs and knocked on her door. "Akane?" he heard something rustle and then a soft sound then silence. "Akane, I'm comin' in." He opened the door to find Akane gone and her window open. 'Man, she's really mad at me.' Ranma walked to the window and climbed out onto the roof. 'Bingo.' There, a little ways from her window sat Akane, hugging her knees to her. As he got closer, he could hear her sniffling. He walked over to her. "Akane, I-" "Don't say anything," she interrupted him coldly. "You've already said enough." "Akane, I just wanted to say I'm sorry." Ranma sat down next to her. She was silent, except for her quiet sniffles. A mad Akane he could deal with, but a crying Akane, well, that was another story. "Come on, Akane!" he said, desperately. "Yell at me, punch me, mallet me to the moon! Just say somethin'!" Akane turned to look at him. He looked at her tear-streaked face and red-rimmed eyes. "Ranma." she said in a low voice. He blinked. Akane leaned towards him and locked her hands behind his head and kissed him. Ranma blinked again, shocked at her actions, then closed his eyes and kissed her back. Then she gently pushed him away from her. "You jerk." She stood up and walked over to the area where her room was and before she went to her room, she turned and smiled that smile that melted his heart. "Thank you." and she went to her room, leaving him on the roof to think and star gaze. Fin. ::Author's Notes:: Finally finished it. Okay, I wrote this one day while I was in English class, being bored out of my mind and having a need to write something down. So there it was! Not much for talent, but hey. I'd LOVE to hear what you think, and it doesn't have to be about this story. It can be about another story or fic I've written, or the site or perhaps something you'd like to see on the site, the meaning of Life in general, whatever! Just send me some e-mail! The addy is cartoonpaperclips@email.com Spanx! Krissy