Bliss

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Chapter 4:

Disclaimer: Last week, Takahashi-sama read my fanfic and e-mailed me to say that she absolutely adored it and as gratitude for ‘giving me the most scintillating read of my entire life and wonderfully based on my wacky characters’ I quote from her e-mail, she is giving me the rights to claim Ranma 1/2 as mine!!! Can you believe how lucky I am? I wish you could have my life because I’m so happy now!

 

Real Disclaimer: Sorry about that, my over-enthusiasm and obsession about Ranma 1/2 made me write that stupid disclaimer. This is the real one. *Reads in dull voice* I don’t own this anime and never will. The fantasy I had of Takahashi-sama giving me this anime’s rights because of ‘Bliss’ was full of crap although I wish it could happen.

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Wave upon wave of fury emanated from Akane as her eyes burned with hurt, shock, revulsion, rage and something that couldn’t be defined because it was too complicated. Akane felt used and violated. Oh fine, she plays with herself but nobody knew that! Besides, it was herself she was playing with and not with anybody else. Now this, this was a new story.

Ranma had actually licked and sucked and kissed HER! The center of her womanhood. The very womanhood that Ranma keeps on denying that she doesn’t have and what does he do? He goes and licks it! What an IDIOT!!!

Tears suddenly filled Akane’s eyes as a new sensation sizzled in her body. Humiliation. It finally dawned on her that Ranma, him of all people had seen her play with herself; had heard her moan in rapture and beg anyone to fuck her. God, Ranma would never ever let her live this down. Even if she would hit him towards another galaxy or something, Ranma would still find a way back and taunt her!!!

Oh god was she angry with him and with herself!

Akane’s fingers reflexively took out her mallet from its hiding place in thin air and was about to really hurt Ranma badly when the mallet slipped from her limp fingers as sobs racked her sore body. Tears of humiliation, despair, reality and wrath filled her eyes, clogged her throat. Her pent-up emotions about everything broke loose and the thing that finally made her snap was when she found Ranma’s face between her legs. Akane wanted it very much to be a dream so she could escape embarrassment but she knew better.

This was no dream.

This was her life.

With a weepy shudder, Akane hugged herself and sank to the ground, her head bowed down with her messy hair covering her face and her slim, naked body shuddering with sobs. She forgot that she was still wearing absolutely nothing and that Ranma was in a similar state of nakedness.

She just wanted very much for the ground to open up and swallow her whole, to take her away to this mad world of hers whshe she hurt everyday!

And much to her surprise, as she gave a teary gasp, Akane felt warm, bare and powerful arms encircle her from behind and snaked around her waist, just below her breasts. Ranma pulled Akane towards him so that she was sitting on his crossed legs – away from his shaft, of course – and her shoulders pressing against his powerful chest.

Akane cried harder.

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Ranma felt so horrible. He was like the scum of the universe for doing this to his sweet, innocent (maybe not so innocent after allkanekane. He had made her angry. He had humiliated her with their un-wholesome circumstance position earlier. But most of all he had made her cry. He was like a slug that rolled around in horseshit. He was scum. So scummy. He was scum who grew on other scum.

But Ranma didn’t regret doing it. Akane might kill him literally for what he did, but Ranma will never regret a single thing he did to her tonight. At least, even if it wasn’t him that turned her on so much or it wasn’t him that he loved, at least Ranma got to taste her once. Her sweet, intoxicating scent and taste will linger in his memory forever

He felt terribly, horribly guilty and scummy, but he will never regret tonight.

And seeing Akane just crumble like that, her carefully built walls collapsing dowke cke children’s toy blocks knocked over by a rolling ball he had ached. He hated himself for always making her cry. Even in the throes of her anger, Akane had crumbled down because of the pressure and mortification she felt because of him. He was the reason for her troubles. It was always him. If he and his father hadn’t barged in on her and the Tendo’s and the Nerima people, then everyone’s life would still be normal. Especially Akane’s.

With an inaudible and slightly resigned sigh, Ranma crawled over to Akane and sat cross-legged beside her. He than wrapped his arms around her shivering waist and hauled her on top of his legs and hugged her comfortingly, burying his face into her creamy neck. She smelled of lavender and something inexplicably Akane.

He heard her small gasp of utter surprise before giving in to more tears. Her sobs tore at his heart vehemently and Ranma tightened his arms around her.

“Gomen nasai…gomen nasai…” Ranma painfully and sincerely apologized, feeling a few tears prickle behind his closed eyelids.

Only Akane’s crying was heard inside the tent for a few minutes. After a while, she began to calm down a little as her weeping turned into light sniffles.

Ranma sighed. “Are you all right, now?”

He did sound genuinely concerned. Akane meekly nodded and she consciously pushed him away. Aware now of her liberal state, Akane quickly clutched the blanket and wrapped it around herself. She didn’t look at Ranma since he was still naked but it seemed as if he forgot because he didn’t move a muscle to put on his clothes. She watched him surreptitiously at the corners of her eyes, seeing the dark and troubled look in his beautiful blue eyes.

Goodness he had a great body. All that training really paid off.

A light blush spread across her cheeks and Akane inwardly cursed. She should be the one angry here. sho should be raging right now, slapping him and malleting him into excruciating oblivion. But instead she was perplexing tongue-tied and embarrassed.

A severely tense silence hung in the air. You could probably slice the tenseness with a butter knife.

“Akane…” Ranma began unsurely, fear and caution in his voice.

Akane lifted her head a little so their eyes could meet and when they did, both looked quickly away, blushing madly.

Oh how embarrassing!

They were acting like idiots.

Akane should be livid but instead she was feeling inwardly sereut sut shameful. That crying must have made her feel a bit better. Or had it been Ranma’s reassuring hug?

But really, it couldn’t have been the latter. Akane chose the former instead because it was safest.

“Gomen…” Ranma mumbled under his breath, his face glowing a bright pink. His mind was conjuring up the image of him kissing Akane’s womanhood and it was a very salacious and hidden image.

Akane correctly interpreted the reason behind Ranma’s blush and flushed red herself. “Uh…”

What was she supposed to say at a time like this? Did Ranma expect her to say ‘It’s okay, let’s forget about it because as sas so minutes ago? Let’s have another go at it?’ Fat chance of her saying that. But it was frighteningly easy for Akane to summon up the memory of the intense pleasure she had felt when Ranma and…you know. (Now she’s being modest! Wrong timing, doncha think?)

But she was sure that if it had been somebody else doing that to her, then she’d only feel half the pleasure. The only reason why Akane had felt so blissful because it had been Ranma who did. It wasn’t Ryoga (although he was fun to play with but they never got that far!!!) or Kuno or even Mousse, gods forbid! (Though she had never or will ever do it with either of them)

It was Ranma. Saotome Ranma. The man she loved with all her heart, so, so much that it hurt just thinking of him.

The pregnant pause between the two of them grew to an eternity.

Finally, Akane managed to stutter something out. “Uh…Ranma…I-I think that you need to put on you’re clothes…”

Ranma colored and looked down at himself. He gave a rather lady-like ‘eep’ and quickly scrambled over to where his clothes lay messily, his hands covering the part of him that was most curious to Akane. She looked away and her gaze fell on her own clothes, a sheer and flimsy flesh-colored spaghetti strapped nightgown that Nabiki had urged her to bring and wear tonight.

Suspicion flared in Akane when she remembered that it had been her older sister that had slyly given her the idea of going camping alone for a few days and it was her who had given her the map that lead to this place.

When it came to Nabiki, you can’t be sure of anything.

She heard the rustling of clothes as Ranma dressed himself and the tension seemed to diminish a little probably due to Ranma’s less exposed state, but then Akane was still naked but wrapped in a thin blanket.

“Ranma, who gave you the idea to go camping alone?” Akane bluntly asked, implying that she thought Ranma of being such an idiot that he couldn’t possibly have thought of going camping for some inner enlightenment. Ranma gave her a hurt look but since her back was facing him – the blanket hung low on her back since her hold on it was a little loose, exposing the creamy expanse of her excellent upper back and Ranma really shouldn’t think of these things – she didn’t see it.

He cleared his throat to make sure his voice didn’t sound insulted. “Remember yesterday when Ucchan went all haywire on me when she demanded why I didn’t just cancel my engagement to you and everyone else?” Ranma ran a frustrated hand through his hair, reutilizing that it was all mussed up. “Well, I kinda told her that I was confused with my feelings and she sorta yelled that I should just go and sort things out in my head in peace and well, I thought it was a great idea so I came here.”

Akane was silent, feeling relieved that this wasn’t one of Nabiki’s matchma att attempts and that she hadn’t drugged the snacks she brought with her to feel more…excited.

“Why are ya asking?”

Akane shrugged easily. “Just curious.”

They fell into another lapse of silence and Ranma idly wondered why he didn’t move a muscle to get out of the tent? He wondered why Akane wasn’t making him get out.

Akane wondered the same thing but she felt that something else had to be said, that she had to do one more thing before kicking Ranma’s butt out of her tent. But what? She was well aware of the voice inside her brain, whispering that this was the chance to tell him her real feelings. He obviously felt desire for her, so why not just tell him? At least he liked some part of her, (this thought accompanied by a bitter laugh)

Trouble was, she didn’t have the faintest clue how to begin.

Ranma was in a similar state of indecision. Should he just leave or wait for Akane toke hke him leave? It was shocking that Akane hadn’t already murdered him in a cold rage for the very perverted and maddening thing he had done. But hey, if he had to die, at least he had something really nice to dwell on during his afterlife. Ranma was no virgin, but he’d never actually had so much fun and pleasure just by being pressed so close to her in one of the most intimate ways possible.

“Um…” they both began simultaneously and both jumped at the other’s unsure voices.

It was very uncharacteristic of Ranma to looks so unsure of himself.

It was also very uncharacteristic of Akane not to have chopped off Ranma’s head for what he had done.

(This is an OOC fanfic!!!)

“You first!” they both blurted out in unison. Ranma caught Akane’s eyes and they both gave a nervous chuckle.

Tensions were running high and anxiety was suffocating them so it was no surprise that pretty soon, they’d both be seeing hallucinations for all the emotional drainage they both experienced tonight.

Ranma wondered if this was the right moment to ask Akane why she had been crying earlier tonight…or yesterday. There was a glow in the dark battery-powered alarm clock beside Akane’s sleeping bag and he could deduce that it was probably 12 midnight or 1 in the morning.

He could see that she was feeling pretty vulnerable r, he, he, her brown eyes shining with hidden fear and exposure. He could easily ask her whatever he wanted as long it didn’t border on too deep secrets and the obscene. But then again, he would become pretty much the jerk she thought of him if he did take advantage of her time of weakness.

But Ranma was never the smartest fish in the sea.

“Ano…Akane…I, ah…” Ranma trailed off hesitantly, averting her eyes away from Akane to stare at the knotted blankets a few feet from him.

Akane looked up, her eyes wide.

She didn’t have to look so frightened and so damn pretty! Ranma thought with an inward sigh. It wasn’t like he was going to molest her or anythin!

Actually…you did kind of sorta molest –

SHUT UP!!!!!

Ranma’s inner voice immediately silenced and he could think sort of straight again without that pesky conscience of his to reprimand his every bad move, which was like every five seconds.

“Yeah…?”

Ranma gave a fake cough and loosened his collar, feeling a bit smothered in his clothes when he remembered that he didn’t have any collar. Akane was peering at him with curiosity at his moronic actions.

“I…uh…just wanted to ask…well, it’s a bit stupid really…but then again it isn’t all stupid because I really – uh never mind but still you s-shouldn’t ignore me b-because that won’t be nice and…and well…” Ranma blabbered on hurriedly, making no sense at all and sounding like a spluttering idiot.

Akane intercepted his nonsense jabbering. “Spit it out already!”

Ranma blurted out the first thing that came to his mind:

“Do you love me?”

Man, that wasn’t what he wanted to ask her!!!

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