::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::PERSONALITY MAKEOVER III:: ::The Trouble with Fiancees:: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: That night, Nabiki Tendo found that it was impossible to fall asleep. She tossed and turned in the hopes of finding a comfortable position, but it was all for naught. She was too overwrought. All night her imagination had been working overtime, conjuring up unwelcome images of Kuno and Akane on their date. She could see it now. Akane would be gushing and clinging to Kuno's arm, and he in the meanwhile would be acting like it was all his due. No...it wouldn't matter to him in the least that Akane had done nothing but spurn him in the past. A part of her wanted to wonder at her concern. Surely, she should be glad. If a match was imminent between the Tendos and the wealthy Kunos, then money would pour in like it never had. But the stronger side of herself refused to probe her intentions. Perhaps because the direction from which the money would come was not the one of her choice... Where the heck are they? she fumed. It's after midnight! They've been gone long enough for them to...to have done... She squelched the thought. It was another agonizing half hour later before she heard voices just outside. Silently she rose to look out the window. Akane was giggling and throwing her head back. Unsisterly thoughts exploded inside her. Then, before her wide open eyes, Kuno leaned forward as if to kiss Akane. Unable to hold herself back any longer, she made a sharp sound and drew back into the shadows. Immediately, the two glanced up in her direction. They saw nothing, but the moment was broken nonetheless. Stepping into the house, Akane laid her hand briefly on Kuno's arm and whispered something in his ear. He smiled and walked away, Nabiki's eyes following his proud and erect figure. "Nabiki?" Akane called softly. She opened her sister's door a crack, and the light that spilled in revealed her sister snuggled deep under her blankets. She shut the door as quietly as she could. Nabiki's eyes snapped open and she sat up with an irritated mutter. It would be a long while yet before she found some sleep. Ranma groaned and threw an arm over his eyes to block out the sunlight that insisted on creeping under his eyelids. Then his eyes opened and he sat bolt upright. "Wait a minute. Today's a schoolday!" He scrambled out of the covers and dressed hurriedly. Man he was going to be late. Not that he wasn't most of the time, but Akane had always been there to wake him up. He paused in the act of stuffing his shirt into his pants. Akane... He wondered what time she'd gotten in last night. God forbid that she and Kuno... "Good morning!" Akane stepped out from her room cheerily. Ranma sighed in relief. That's when he looked down at the rest of her. He staggered back, eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. "Akane???" Nabiki, just out of her own room, looked as shocked as he. She didn't look like she'd had much sleep either, if the bags under her eyes were any indication. Akane turned to face her, an innocent smile lighting up her face. "Yes, sister dear?" Unable to get the words out of her mouth, Nabiki could only gesture wildly at her dress. Akane looked down. She was wearing the standard Furinkan uniform, but its appearance had changed dramatically. It seemed to have shrunk in the wash with the way it clung to her body, emphasizing her curves. The skirt's hem did not quite reach her waist. "Oh this? The uniform was so out of fashion that I just had to liven it up a little." "A little? A little's what's left of it." Ranma, finding himself capable of movement again, dashed up the stairs and threw a robe over her shoulders. His eyes darted feverishly from left to right. "Quick. Before anyone sees you!" Akane turned to stare at him. Instantly, she shrank from his touch. Oh it's you! That rude man from Saisaki." "About that. Look I'm really sorry, but I don't see-" Akane stuck her nose in the air and sniffed delicately. "Come on, sister," she said, dragging Nabiki down the stairs and out the house. "What's going on?" Nabiki demanded, breaking Akane's grasp from her arm. Instead of answering immediately, Akane shot an annoyed glance behind them. Ranma was walking on the fence, head bowed. "Does he always go to school like that?" she hissed. Nabiki arched an eyebrow at her. They walked in silence for a few moments. Then Akane burst out, "That cretin dared to call me a tomboy." Nabiki waited. "That's it? But Akane...he always calls you that! Why didn't you just punt him into orbit like you usually do?" It was Akane's turn to shoot her a puzzled stare. "What are you talking about?" Nabiki studied her. "You're not acting like yourself, Akane," she remarked after awhile. "Has this got something to do with the talk we had yesterday?" She snuck her a sidelong glance and realized her sister wasn't listening. She was humming and twirling a strand of her hair around a finger. "Tatchi-chan was so wonderful yesterday," she informed her dreamily. Nabiki stiffened. "Oh? I take it your date went well?" Akane giggled. "Did it ever!" "What did-" "Well I don't know where to start! That dreamboat sure knows how to show a girl a good time! Then again, I suppose he has a lot of money to do it with." "Tell me about it," Nabiki muttered under her breath. Akane whirled on her. "You say something?" "No, nothing." "Oh. Well, as I was saying..." Akane's face lit up as she continued to babble on about how fabulous her date had been. Nabiki tuned it all out, but she felt sick to the stomach. Apparently, they had had a good time together. When Furinkan High loomed into sight she cried out rather desperately. "Oh look I see my friends! I gotta, uh, go." She hurried off to the left, although there was no one to be seen. Akane stared at her retreating figure with surprise, then shrugged it off. Already boys were taking notice of her outfit. They were bumping into each other and falling all over themselves ...not really caring all the while. Yuka and Sayuri cautiously appeared by both her elbows. "H- Hi Akane," Yuka ventured. "That's...interesting...what you did to your dress." "You think? I'm so glad! Everybody else had such negative reactions. I altered it myself you know." She started to twirl around, but Sayuri stopped her in time. "Er-I don't think that would be a good idea, Akane." "Tee-hee. Of course." She blushed becomingly. "Silly me." "Wait." Yuka spread her arms incredulously. "*You* altered it?" When Akane nodded eagerly, she remarked. "But everyone knows you can't handle a needle to save - oof!" She rubbed her injured side and glared at Sayuri. "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." "But why did you? What kind of woman would I be if I didn't?" Both stared at her in surprise. "Akane," Sayuri gasped. "Why you were always the first to scoff when other people said such things!" "I did no such thing." "Oh yes, you did." "No, I didn't." "Did too!" "Did not!" "Did too!" All of a sudden, Akane was sobbing. "Why are you being so mean to me?" she wailed. She blew loudly into a handkerchief. Sayuri's forehead creased with concern. She leaned forward to touch Akane tentatively. "I-I'm sorry. I never meant to-" Akane snatched the handkerchief off her face. "Didn't!" Then she collapsed into a fit of giggles, until her face became quite red. Her two friends could not help but exchange alarmed glances. "Akane..." Yuka began, but she saw something over Sayuri's shoulder that made her eyes widen in fright. "Oh no!" she cried. She seized Akane by the shoulders. "Hide!" "Hide?" Akane repeated, baffled. "Whatever for?" "It's Principal Kuno! He's coming this way!" "Nonsense. I have nothing to fear from him. He's Tatewaki's fa-" And with that, she abruptly fainted. Sayuri shrieked and managed to catch her in time. Ranma heard the shriek and looked up from the group of boys he was talking to. He immediately left them to race to where they were. "What happened?! Here let me." He moved to take her. "Touch her not, Saotome!" He turned around to find Kuno standing before him, blocking the sunlight. His bokken was aimed at his throat. He straightened up and stared him in the eye. "Oh come on, Kuno! She's sick! Anyway," he added with a smirk, "what could you do about it?" Kuno returned the sneer. "You are mistaken. *I* will not do anything." "Hahahahaha!!!" The principal popped up behind Ranma's shoulder, brandishing his shears and razor and grinning maniacally. Ranma jumped. "Yikes!!!" He bolted, with the principal not far behind. "I'll take it from here," Kuno murmured to the two stunned girls, scooping Akane up. Akane came to suddenly. Her eyes opened and she saw her two friends gazing at her in concern. "What are you two doing here? What happened?" "You fainted," Yuka told her. "You're in the school clinic. Last bell has already rung, but we've been excused for a few minutes." She lay back down. "Anyway, we forgot to tell you... The main reason Sayuri and I came over was to remind you of the volleyball game this afternoon against St. Hebereke. It's the championship match." Her eyes snapped open. "No! I can't play in the game!" They nodded. "We understand. You must not be feeling well enough to." "It's not that." She held her hands up for inspection. "I just had them manicured, see?" The two face-faulted, just as the nurse walked in with a cold compress. "Good grief!" the woman exclaimed. "There must be a virus going around." Ranma was eating lunch in the school cafeteria when Yuka and Sayuri converged on him. His hair automatically stood on end. An atmosphere of doom and darkness fairly crackled from them. "Uh, uh, hi." he stammered, cowering back. "Uh...I didn't do it?" They shook their heads ominously, then sat down beside him, one on each side. Hiroshi and Daisuke immediately got up, carrying their lunch trays. "Hey!" Ranma called. "You ain't just leaving me here, are you?" They faced him, looking chagrined. "Sorry Ranma, but we've learned not to interfere with your women troubles." With that, they hightailed it to another table. He glowered after them, but remembered the two at his side. "Wh-what can I do for you?" he said, turning to look at them both. "Akane refuses to play in the volleyball game today." They exchanged quick looks. "We need a replacement." With that, they looked straight at him. "M-M-Me? But girls, you're forgetting something. I'm a guy, remember?" ==SPLASH!!!== Ranma-chan slumped, acknowledging defeat. "I-I'd be delighted to." They studied her face, making sure she was saying the truth, then with a quick nod to each other, left. Ranma let out the breath she'd been holding and closed her eyes in relief. It didn't last long. "RRRRRRRAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" The shout hit her with the impact of a sonic boom and she screamed. A moment later, Ryoga careened down the corner and skidded to a stop in front of her. "It's nice to see you again too," she winced, whapping the side of her head to get some feeling back. Ryoga grabbed her by the collar. "Ranma! What did you do to Akane?" he barked. Ranma stared at him dumbly. "Huh?" His eyes were glowing with rage. "I've journeyed all the way across Japan, and the only thing that kept me going was the thought of being cradled in Akane's arms. But last night, when she came upon me in her room, the most terrible thing happened." He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the horror. "Sh- she was all over me, kissing and cuddling me, calling me her cute little pork chop. And I was never so frightened in my life! The way she carried on...she reminded me of Azusa." He covered his face with his hands and wept. Ranma-chan watched him from lowered lids. She rolled her eyes. Ryoga whirled around and grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. "This is all your fault, Ranma!" She squirmed out of his grasp. "I swear I had nothing to do with it! Honest! She's been acting really strange lately. Beats the heck out of me why." "But you must have done something." "Not me!" She paused. "Except...I did throw something and it hit her on the head." "You hit Akane?!" "It was an accident! An accident! Anyway that couldn't possibly be it..." "Well do you plan on doing *anything* about it?" "I'm thinking, I'm thinking! I've got this volleyball game after school..." "You're putting a stupid game before Akane???" "Calm down! I won't be helping her any if I were dead, would I? Look, we gotta think things through. I think the best idea would be for you to follow her around all day; make sure she doesn't do anything crazier than dating Kuno." Ryoga gaped at her. "She went on a date with Kuno???" "Yeah, go figure." She fixed him a piercing gaze. "Look Ryoga, I'm counting on you." Ryoga held his head and laughed. "Me? You doubt me?" She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Like I said, go figure." An exhausted Ranma-chan trudged out of the Furinkan gym with the rest of the volleyball team. In her limp hand was the tournament trophy. They had won in the end, but it had been a gruelling match against St. Hebereke. She followed the team into the girls' locker room without thinking. She was greeted by a strange sight. The before bone-weary girls were in a feverish excitement. They chattered noisily while undressing. Some were taking formal dresses(!) out of their lockers. "Hey what's this?" she demanded weakly. A tall girl with wavy red hair, breezing past, stopped long enough to answer her. "Haven't you heard? Akane's getting married to Kuno!" That certainly woke her up. "WHAT?!?! B-B...how-?" she sputtered. "Well I suppose he proposed to her and she accepted. Anyway, they're getting married in an hour at the Kuno mansion." She sighed dreamily. "Oh it's going to be such a grand wedding!" "Why th-th-that's outrageous!!!" Ranma blustered. "She can't get married to him! She's engaged to me for one!" A freckled girl to his left tittered. "You're one to talk, R-" She suddenly stopped, her eyes growing wide. "R-Ranma!!! Eeeek!!! You pervert! This is a women's locker room!" All the girls started shrieking and hurling everything they could lay their hands on. She ran out as fast as she could and narrowly missed getting hit with the trophy they'd just won. "Hey!" she cried angrily. "No wonder Akane's so violent!" she shouted at the closed door. She heaved and slumped against the wall dejectedly. "Akane...getting married? I didn't think that macho chick had it in her. And to a creep like Kuno, no less! And that Ryoga. If I ever get my hands on him-" She broke off, noticing a familiar figure to her left that was trying to skulk past. She charged and rammed him into the wall. Ryoga raised his hands up in defense. "I swear I don't know anything about Akane's engagement," he babbled. "Moron! How can you deny something you're not aware of?!" His face was red with shame. "I only let her out of my sight for an instant." "And promptly got lost, didn't ya? I should have known better than to trust a lost boy like you." She grabbed him by the hair and dragged him down the corridor. "Where are you taking me?" he demanded, looking about wildly. "Kuno mansion. I've got a funny feeling something's wrong with Akane." Ryoga lay on his stomach in the dirt, peering through the blades of grass at the Kuno mansion. His eyes followed the samurai armor clad young man who was patrolling the doors leading inside. There was some rustling behind him, then Ranma-chan was flattened beside him. "Well?" She grunted. "Kuno's got the entire Kendo club guarding all the entrances." She paused. "They won't be a problem. We can take them easy." Ryoga grinned, revealing his fangs. The two chuckled evilly. They heard a laugh from behind them. They whipped back their faces in surprise to find Nabiki gazing down at them with amusement. "Don't you two think the situation calls for a bit more subtletly?" Ranma glared at her. "And I suppose you have a better plan?" "Don't I always?" "Yeah well, how much is it gonna cost this time, Nabiki?" Her expression was inscrutable. "For...reasons I won't go into...I'll waive my service fee. All I ask is your cooperation in the matter." They gaped up at her in shock. "You-you're kidding right?" Ryoga managed to voice. "There's no catch?" "None whatsoever," she crisply replied. She arched an eyebrow. "So do we have a deal?" They glanced at each other. "Deal," they announced in unison. They shook hands.