Bliss

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Chapter 2:

Disclaimer: I don’t own Ranma 1/2. So don’t sue me.

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Ranma waited in sickening anticipation for Akane to tell him. He was feeling a bit nauseous and he couldn’t wait to find out who the dead guy who made Akane fall in love with. He’d kick he’s ass for sure!

“He’s…well, I really can’t tell you!”

Ranma nearly fell off his butt in surprise.

“What?! C’mon, tell me Akane!” Ranma demanded angrily, feeling a sort of shallow relief that he didn’t have to put up with Akane gushing about her ‘soulmate’ saying his name in breathless anticipation. Yet.

Akane glared at him. “Why? So you can make fun of me? No thank you.”

Her glare was met on with one of his.

“I won’t make fun of you. I just want to know his name!”

Indignant fury lighted Akane’s light brown eyes; her fury darkening her irises making them look almost black – though Ranma had no idea why Akane was so mad at him when he only wanted to know who he was.

God, she was magnificent when angry.

Her cheeks were tinted with angry color, her eyes dark at the same time bright. Her chest was heaving with every enraged breath she took.

Oops, shouldn’t look at those full, ripe breasts of hers.

After five minutes of continuous glaring, Ranma finally realized that Akane’s eyes were shining with tears.

Inwardly, he groaned.

Great! Just great! Akane was going to cry and it was his entire fault.

“Aw geez, don’t cry Akane…aw man…” Ranma sputtered cautiously.

Akane sniffed and laughed shakily. She wiped at her eyes gently. “What came over me…?” she muttered to herself.

You know what came over you, baka! Akane told herself silently.

Ranma peered curiously at Akane. She seemed to be arguing with herself, by the looks on the emotions passing over her expressive face. This was such a bizarre night! First, Akane suddenly barged in on him when he was supposed to go camping alone. Then she confessed that she was in love with someone who wasn’t named after him!!!

“Hey, you okay? You’re acting kind of weird…weirder than usual anyway,” Ranma shrugged, dying to know what his name is.

 “I’m just not feeling well. I ate something really bad during dinner and I think that’s what’s bothering me,” Akane lied, knowing perfectly well what was troubling her.

Akane sighed sadly, If he only…

Ranma tried not to blurt out that what she ate was probably her own concoction, which was probably what made her feel so strange. But he knew that he’d be mallet with that comment because he was certain that Akane would never let him live it up. The quickest way to infuriate Akane was to insult her cooking.

But there was something nagging at the back of his mind, telling him that he should pry at Akane’s weird mood until she divulged what was disturbing her. He was certain that it was important. Really important.

“Well…okay…” Ranma mumbled uncertainly.

So much for prying.

They fell into one of those silences that everyone fell into now and then. They watched each other cautiously; as if the other would attack they looked away.

Both Ranma and Akane had never had a creepier night.

“What should we do…?” Akane broke the silence tentatively.

Eating is out of the question! Ranma thought in alarm.

“Go to bed?” Ranma suggested uncertainly, and other, more unwholesome thoughts accompanied to that simple phrase although those suggestions he kept only to himself.

His face warmed with the rather arousing thoughts that drifted through his mind but luckily it was hidden well by the glow of the fire.

But Akane blushed anyway, as if she had read his mind.

“I am kind of sleepy…” Akane faked a yawn and raised her arms upwards, arching her back gracefully.

Ranma stifled a groan as he watched Akane’s sweater mold her breasts perfectly, stretching around it.

She wasn’t wearing any bra underneath.

He felt his groin tighten and he clenched his hands. Heat was starting to spread throughout his entire body and Akane better stop stretching or he’ll do something that he’d regret later – maybe.

Luckily and unluckily or Ranma, Akane slumped down, smiling sleepily.

“I’m so tired! When I decided to go camping suddenly, I had no idea where to go and my feet just sort of led me here! Unfortunately for me, ‘here’ was such a long hike from Nerima!” Akane babbled on lightly, trying to loosen the tension in the air that cackled like a live electricity wire.

Ranma had a feeling that sexual tension was one of ‘tenseness’ in the air.

“Did you bring a tent, Ranma?” Akane suddenly asked, her gaze sliding to his black sleeping bag.

He shruggncarncaringly. “Nope, I didn’t bring any tent just my sleeping bag. It’s better to sleep under the stars!”

“What if it rains?” Akane asked, standing up in one fluid motion.

Ranma blinked. When had Akane become so graceful?

Baka! She’s always graceful you just don’t want to recognize it! Ranma’s other more nicer, sweeter half – the one who wanted to be Akane’s prince charming from the moment he met her – yelled loudly in his mind.

But she’s a tomboy! I don’t want anythin’ to do with tomboys! His other, more stubborn, idiotic, crude and ill-mannered half protested.

Ranma growled inwardly at his annoying so called ‘conscience’ and silenced them up easily. But they’d resurfacing later, he was sure of that.

“Ranma,” Akane said impatiently, “don’t ignore me!!!”

He blinked again and scrambled to his feet, nearly tripping on them in his nervous haste. “E-Eh? I didn’t uh, hear what ya said.”

Akane rolled her eyes in exasperation but she was smiling ever so slightly.

“I said ‘What if it rains?’” Akane repeated slowly, emphasizing every word as if speaking to an errant child.

Ranma’s eye widened. “Hey! I aint no idiot! And besides, those weather forecasters or whatever they call themselves said that ‘tonight the sky will be chocked full of stars and no rain cloud will be on sight! This is a great time for all you campers because rain is far from Nerima right now!’” He quoted in an exact replica of the weatherman’s voice.

Akane giggled amusedly. “But Ranma! Weathermen are usually wrong and never right! You can’t expect them to be correct when the weather unexpectedly changes all the time!”

He felt strangely hurt knowing that she thought he really was a moron.

Which, being Ranma he said the wrong thing at the wrong time. He bit out defensively, “Well, would you rather me sleep in the tent with you?!”

Ranma, you daft!

Five minutes later, the imprint of Akane’s hand on his right cheek still stung considerably, but Ranma deserved it, of course. Can he be more insensitive?

Akane’s tent had been put up already, no thanks to Ranma who kept on getting in her way, pestering Akane to let him help until she got so irritated and gave him another slap in the face for being not only an insensitive guy, but a jerk to boot as well! This time, though, on the left cheek.

Akane was already lying contentedly inside her tent, snuggled deep into her warm sleeping bag. Ranma was outside her tent, feeling miserable in his own sleeping bag. Not only because Akane had shown him again how much she hated him but also because his sleeping bag was so battered and worn, courtesy to his father who was such a nuisance when they went training.

“Um…oyasumi, Akane…” Ranma whispered, knowing that if by any chance she heard him, she won’t answer anyway.

But to his immense astonishment, Akane did indeed respond.

“Oyasumi, Ranma.”

*

She couldn’t sleep.

She couldn’t get even a second of shut-eye knowing that Ranma was just out there and within reach. They wouldn’t have any disturbance this time because no one knew where they were. Even Shampoo wouldn’t suddenly barge in one them.

Bah, what is she thinking?? This was Ranma she was thinking of! He’d be repulsed to know that she’d even consider sleep…being with him!!! He’d gloat and spread it to everyone how Akane, tomboy, clumsy and undesirable Akane that she was in love with him!

Yes. There it was. Out in the open, well at least open in her mind.

Tendo Akane was absolutely, one hundred percent mad about Ranma.

Akane sighed, knowing the chances of Ranma actually even just liking her as a friend was as likely as a butterfly giving birth to bees.

“Ranma…why can’t you just…just…” Akane whimpered softly, feeling the prickle of tears at the back of her eyes. For the past few weeks, she had been feeling wretched that Ranma hated her while she loved him. Why was life so unfair? She’d been agonizing with the thought that what if Ranma decided to break of the engagement to be with Shampoo? Or Ukyou? Or…does she dare think it?

Kodachi!!!

Akane looked around as she heard the spine chilling background music of the movie ‘Psycho’ echo in her tent.

Must have been her imagination. But Akane was sure that no matter how Ranma loathed his engagement to her, he won’t be that desperate to run off with that crazy Kodachi, pretty as she is.

She often wondered if she wasn’t such a tomboy, or not that clumsy and prettier and sexier, would Ranma like her? What if she draped all over him like all his sickening fiancé’s?

But she wouldn’t change herself for any man. If he won’t love her for she is, then he doesn’t deserve her.

But Akane really loved Ranma and it injured her heart everyday to know that he will never love her back.

Tears filled her eyes at the depressing thought and she held back a sob, but ind sed settled with a few sniffs instead.

The tears slid down the sides of her face as her vision of the tent blurred. She could see the silhouette of Ranma outside brought by the flames of the campfire. The night was still and humid and so very quiet.

Akane pressed a knuckle to her mouth, trying to silence her cries as she wept almost silently, the tears falling continuously. Her chest was heaving with sobs and her body was shivering.

She had all the unluckiness in the world to fall in love with none other than Saotome Ranma.

*

Akane was crying.

Ranma wasn’t sure how he knew this, but he was certain of it. Akane was weeping inside her tent because of some reason. He could sense her despair as it stabbed through his chest like a freshly sharpened knife.

He knew he had to comfort her. To take her in his arms and hug her protectively until all her worries and fears melted like a chocolate bar under the August sun.

But the problem was…

Ranma took in a shaky breath…

He werrierrified of himself. Her. Everything.

What should he do?

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Here you go! Chappie 2! Thanks so much to all those who reviewed! I appreciate them a lot. I’m so happy that people like my story. I’m not a talented writer or anything but I get by. Those two are surely taking their time in expressing themselves! I’m guessing…five to six chapters so please bear with me. I update fast unless life doesn’t throw an obstacle or something. They’re a bit OOC in my ficcy, huh? But who cares?! I like them better this way anyway. Less physical hurting but more emotional damage!!! This is a fanfic that explores all the light and dark emotions that the mangga and anime don’t snoop too much! I think.

And to all you Shampoo, Ukyo and Kodachi-haters, they will not be appearing unless I decided on a sequel! I’m so thinking ahead and I haven’t even finished this yet!!!! I think my Author’s note is as long as the story itself so shutting up now!!!

P.S: I love all your reviews and please review this chapter if it stinks or smells heavenly!!! Okay, I’ll shut up now before I bore you into tears with my ramblings and suddenly decide to hate the author who can’t shut up!!!

P.P.S: I wrote in the first chapter that they’re going to get kinky in this chapter but I lied! Mwuahahaha! Maybe in the third or fourth chapter. I think that they’d definitely have some kinky action in the third chapter. Maybe.

Kay, shutting up now!!! ;P

Please review!!!! ‘Mwuah’ to all of you!!!