Just a Kiss (version 2.0)

Just a Kiss, Version 2.0
a revision by Dot


I stepped into the training hall, closed the door, and began my kata.  I punched and kicked extra hard, pretending that Sanzennin was the target.

“That—” (punch) “—pervert!” (kick)

I hated him; I wanted to keep him in unbearable pain for the rest of his life.  And maybe even a little while after that.

“And Ryouga—” (punch kick kick punch) “—you’re next!”

No punishment would be horrible enough for that jerk.  No, wait.  There was something: Akane hasn’t learned the truth about P-Chan yet—

Nabiki had tried to cheer me up.  “If it was a boy, then it doesn’t even count.” That made me feel a little better, until she added: “Of course, if it had been your first kiss, that would have been a tragedy!”

It had been my first kiss.

My first kiss. I wanted it to be special. To share it with someone I cared about. Not Sanzennin.

And then there was that near “Encounter of the Third Kind” with Akane.

Why in the world would I even seriously consider kissing Akane? I wondered, stopping in mid-kata.  I walked outside, wiping off my sweat and taking in the cool air to clear my head.  Somewhere inside of me I half suspected that it was more than because she had challenged me; it was because I liked her.  When she wasn’t acting like a tomboy, beating up on her admirers, or smashing me into a pulp during one of her tantrums, Akane could be as sweet and kind as Kasumi.  And she is cute when she smiles; I hadn’t said that just to throw her off guard.

As I thought this, I found myself looking up towards Akane’s room and discovered—without much surprise—that it was still lighted.  I jumped to the roof, hung from its edge, and knocked on her window.

“Who’s there?” She demanded, ready to throw her lamp at whoever was unfortunate enough to be outside.  Not having enough time to gather strength in my legs and swing back over the roof, I raised my arms in a block and braced myself for the impact.

It never came.

“Oh, it’s just you, Ranma,” Akane observed, putting the lamp down.  “Haven’t you learned not to do that?”

“I guess not,” I grinned.

Akane opened the window all the way.  “You might as well come in.”

I almost fell off the roof.  “What?”

“That was what you wanted to do, right? Or would you rather hang upside down like that all night?”

“I’ll come in.  Just don’t try to close the window on me.”

Akane looked angry for a moment, then smiled.  “If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it much earlier.  But, come to think of it, that is a pretty good idea—” she saw the look on my face and went back to scowling.  “Just kidding, stupid! Hurry up and come in already!”

“Right,” I arched up and grabbed the roof with my hands, letting my legs down at the same time.  Then, I crossed my right arm over my left and turned around so that I faced the window.  Using my weight, I swung into the room and landed on my feet.  I stood up, dusted my hands in satisfaction, then grinned with triumph.

“Showoff,” Akane made a face.

“Nyah,” I made a face as well.  I glanced around the room and was pleased to find that Ryoga had decided not to show up tonight; he probably figured that I would kill him regardless of what Akane would do to me afterwards.

“So? What brings you up here?”

“I dunno,” I shrugged.  “I guess I wanted to talk to you again without everyone else overhearing.”

“Sure,” Akane smiled.  “But what can we talk about?”

“Lots of stuff.  Like being engaged, for one.”

“There’s nothing to discuss about that!” Akane clenched her fists.  “Daddy wants us to get married, I don’t, end of story.  I’m the one that should decide who I spend the rest of my life with, not our parents.”

“But,” I pretended to be hurt.  “Don’t you like me?”

“Very funny, Ranma,” Akane rolled her eyes.

I laughed.  Then I grew solemn again.  “But, really: do you like me?”

“You’re my fiancée.”

“But what if I wasn’t?”

Akane turned a very unnatural shade of red.  “I—um.”

I couldn’t help noticing how cute she looked when she was embarrassed.  “Yes?” I prompted.

“Can’t we—talk about something else?” Akane smirked.  “How about your ‘kiss’ with Sanzennin?”

It was my turn to blush.  “I don’t think there’s anything to talk about there.”

“Yes there is,” Akane grinned even wider.  “Like: what did it feel like?”

“Hold on a minute,” I motioned for Akane to be quiet, and went to the door.  I jerked it open, and Nabiki, Soun, and Pop fell into the room.

“Evening, Akane,” Nabiki grinned.

“Goodnight, Sis,” Akane replied, a dangerous undertone in her voice.

Nabiki heard it.  “Goodnight, Akane,” she scrambled to her feet and returned to her own room.  Akane turned to our parents, who also followed suit.

“Good riddance,” Akane slammed the door shut and dusted her hands off with satisfaction.

“Wow,” I breathed.  “I guess having a violent tomboy for a fiancée isn’t that bad after all.”

Akane began to glow a strange blue color.  “And what’s that supposed to mean?!?”

I backed away.  “Uh—nothing! Really!”

“Really?”

As Akane advanced, I retreated; we kept up this chase until I was backed up against the still open window, with nowhere to go except down.

“Urk!” I gulped, feeling the nothingness behind me.

“Ranma-kun!” Without warning, Akane’s expression changed into her sweet, cute smile; but I could still see her eyebrow twitching with anger.  She began to press her body against mine.

“A-akane!” I stuttered, going as far back as I could without falling out of the window.  “What are you doing?”

Akane grabbed my arms.  “Were you serious about being kissed earlier?”

I could feel my heart hammering in my ears.  “Maybe,” I avoided her eyes.  “Why?”

“Because,” she pulled me closer, “I was.”

My eyes widened as our lips came into contact.

My brain refused to function.  All I could think was: Akane kissed me?

Akane smiled back at me.  She really did look so adorable when she smiled.

“Gotcha,” she tapped me on the nose.

I lost my balance and fell backwards.  “Woah, what—aaaaaaaahhhh!” I landed into the pond.  The cold water returned me to my senses.

“Ha, ha!” Akane laughed.  “That’s what you get for not thinking before you talk!”

“Who says you’re cute!” I sputtered, sticking out my tongue in a pitiful attempt to salvage what was left of my dignity.  “Nyah!”

“Goodnight, Ranma!” Akane closed her window and closed the blinds, turning off all of the lights in her room soon after.

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