Hello!
This silly little story is farcical and kinda hentai, so please don't read 
it if such things bother you.


Heather
by: Jeff Rutsch

     I'd love to tell Akane how I feel about her.

     I can't, you know.  Or at least...I never have.  I want to just
burst out and exclaim "Akane, I love you!  Being betrothed to you is
the best thing that ever happened to me!  I can't imagine living
without you!"

     But I couldn't do that.

     For one thing, how would she react?  Knowing Akane, she'd
probably hit me, and then call me a pervert or something.  She might
not even know how to react...I'm sure it would take her completely by
surprise.  Because...well...we do do a certain amount of things
together, even if it's just because we were betrothed.  And I guess
there is a certain amount of expectation, a certain knowledge in the
back of our minds, that we are going to get married, eventually, and
that we should be friends at the very least.  But our relationship
isn't what you'd call...romantic.  It's more like having a buddy in
elementary school.  We mainly fight with each other, and the reason we
keep talking to each other is because we need somebody to fight with.
At least that's how I see it.

     I've come pretty close at times.  Our life is pretty, well,
sensational, and there's these moments where my telling her how I
feel, or even kissing her, would be the...dramatically appropriate
thing to do.  You know, like an Eroll Flynn movie...you brave the
alligator-infested swamp, you save the woman from the pirates, so in
the end you kiss her, or declare your undying love for her, or
somethin'.  Maybe it sounds cheesy, but whenever I find myself in one
of these situations, I can't help but wish that I could do the same.
I suppress the urges, but it's always with a great deal of regret, and
a vow that next time I get the opportunity I'll act on my feelings.

     And it isn't just at the melodramatic moments, either.  It's just
been a few days since the last time.  We were at the park.  Akane had
gone through a difficult day, so to let off a little steam she was
goofing around some on the playground.  You know...going down the
slide, climbing the beams and ladders, like a little kid or something.
I wish you could have seen it.  She was so beautiful.  There was this
big smile on her face...obvious elation at long-forgotten childhood
pleasures.  She so easily tossed her worries aside.  I wish I could do
that.  It was so beautiful in her.  Oh god.  I almost told her I loved
her.  And I couldn't.  I started the sentence.  But I couldn't finish.
And when she prompted me to continue...I just yelled at her.  Oh
god...

     It had been this I was contemplating when Akane interrupted my thoughts.

"R...Ranma?"

     I was so lost in thought that I didn't immediately respond.  I
looked over at Akane.  I noticed that we were near the park.  The same
park where I had almost told her I loved her.

"Uhhh...what, Akane?"

"I know this may...well...this is gonna seem weird..."

"Yeah?" I asked, curiously.

     She didn't answer.  She just smiled.

"What, Akane?"

"There's something I'd really like to do..."

"Yeah?  What?"

"You may think this is weird..."

"Sheesh, Akane.  Just say what it is..."

"I...well..." she blushed.  "Never...nevermind.  I wouldn't want to be
late for school."

"Oh...ok."

     We continued walking to school in silence, but I couldn't help
but be curious.  What had Akane wanted to say?  She couldn't have
wanted to go on the swing set again, could she?  Before school?  She
had a fun time, I know...but that was something you only did every
once in a while.  Besides, it wasn't like now would be the only time
she could go on the playground.  It would be available after school,
and she wouldn't have to be late.

     A thought entered my head.  Maybe that's why she wanted to go to
the playground.  Maybe...maybe she *wanted* to be with me.  She didn't
care about the consequences.  Maybe, even...she may have even wanted
to take the consequences.  To show that they were insignificant or
somethin'.  I knew it was just wishful thinking...but wouldn't that be
funny.  If she wanted to tell me that she loved me, the same way I
wanted to tell her that I loved her.

     My mind wandered, and I questioned whether or not that was really
true.  Akane had never even told me she liked me, she had never really
hinted at anything, really.  And yet...maybe she had.  When she got
angry when Shampoo or some girl was around...was this an act of
immaturity, or was it an act of jealousy?  I had always seen it as an
example of possessiveness...this is *my* fiance, not *your* fiance, so
keep your hands off *my* fiance.  I might have well been a new toy or
something...who I was wasn't as important as that I was hers.

     I'm sure that's all true to a certain extent.  But maybe...just
maybe...there's more to it than that.  Maybe she genuinely is jealous,
genuinely has feelings for me which she doesn't know how to express.
Anger always has been a strong emotion in Akane; she'd be far more
likely to clobber me for being with a girl then tell me how she feels.
Maybe not, but it was definitely an idea to keep under consideration.

     I looked at her.  Maybe I should just tell her how I feel?  Just
be a man and do it!  Scream what I had always wanted to scream at
her...that I love her.  And if she rejects me, she rejects me!  My
sudden wave of testosterone dissipated under weight of rationale,
however.  There was still the possibility of rejection.  Love has to
be nurtured.  And I might be overtaking her expectations...let her
stay...friends, for now, she'll love me later.  I wouldn't want to
alienate her from me.

     But maybe I should say something, something subtle.  Something
she'd interpret as loving if she loved me, but would interpret as
inane or just friendly if I was just a guy who happened to be
betrothed to her.

     What would I say?  I could say something small.  Maybe
just..."you're a friend." But I think she knew that.  Besides, that
was too small.  I might have said that before, and not thought about
it at the time.

     And saying "I like you" would be, well, too much.  How could she
interpet that, except as that I wanted to say "I love you," but didn't
have the nerve?  I hadn't come any closer to a decision when she started 
speaking to me.

"Ranma..."  she was blushing, and I could tell it was causing her
difficulty just to talk.  I wondered what it could be?

"Yes?"

     Akane looked at the ground, and looked back at me.  When she did,
her blush had all but disappeared, and there was a determined look in
her eyes.

"Ranma, I...I want to have sex.  Right here, right now."

"Akane?  We...we're...we're right in front of the school!  We...we
can't!"

"You heard me, Ranma."  Akane casually took off her school jacket.

"Everybody...this is crazy...everybody'll see us!"

"I know.  I don't mind at all...in fact, I like it.  Everybody should
see us...everybody should know what we're doing."

"I...I...uhhh..."

"Don't tell me you don't find the idea a little...titillating?  You
know, we're both considered 'hot items' around campus.  We'll be
giving people a little treat."

"But...uhhh..."

"Great.  I knew you'd see it my way."  Akane slipped out of her dress
with surprising ease.  She wasn't wearing any underwear.  I looked
around.  A large crowd had amassed, all of them pretending not to be
watching.

"We're going to fuck, Ranma.  Until they drag us away.  And then we'll
fuck some more."  She was talking so loud, she was practically yelling.  I'm 
sure half the school heard her.

"Don't pretend disinterest, Ranma.  I know you want to."  She
approached me.  I didn't know how to react!  How was I supposed to
react?  I ran away.

Later in the day, I thought about what had happened at school, and I
thought about what had happened in the park a few days ago, and I
sorted out my feelings for Akane.  It was with only the slightest bit
of hesitancy that I tapped Akane's shoulder to get her attention.

"Yes, Ranma?" she asked, turning from her conversation with Kasumi.

"Akane, there's something I'd like to tell you."

"What?" she asked.  I noticed the corners of Kasumi's mouth turning up 
in a smile.

"I...I want to say...that...I don't...I want to that that I don't
dislike you."

There.  I had said it.  And it hadn't even been that difficult,
really.

**

Hmmmm...I got on IRC and talked to PhoneyNT briefly about his fun
series "The Attractiveness Factor", and talk turned to how it would be 
cool if Akane was into exhibitionism.  This is what popped out.  Hope 
you found it humorous.  Thanks for reading,

Jeff


****jdrutsch@ucdavis.edu***********************Jeff Rutsch************* 
"Ranma's not a boy...he's a girl!"
"Akane is MY fiancee!  You TOUCH her, and I'll KILL you!"
"Ranma, change back into a boy while I buy you some time."
"But if I seem to act unkind/it's only me, it's not my mind."
"Ranma [sic],/give your heart to Akane [sic]. /Soon,/right away."
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