**FAN-FICTIONAL WARNING!... Again... ¬¬** (Duncan-superfan helped me out with this one. :DD)

The breeze gently blew, and I stood still, facing the opposite direction in the quiet evening while the sun sank low in the sky behind the grassy courtyard near the Tendo Dojo. Suddenly two strong hands swung me into one arm, holding me tight. I looked up at Ranma's smiling face.
"Aren't-cha glad we're finally having a match? I mean, after all those times of bạn watching me at your place, I'm almost sure bạn should beat me!" he joked. I sensed that his giant ego had taken a break to compliment me on skills I did not have. So I smiled as well.
"Thank you, Mister Saotome."

The sun was lower, seeming to silently beg to drift away and let the moon take over, but stayed as a kind friend for the match, practically turning me and Ranma trái cam, màu da cam with it's beautiful colors.
Ranma's stance looked much thêm prepared than mine. I was nervously rubbing my arm with pressure, and Ranma was crouched, his hands ready to grab something. I hoped it wasn't my throat.
"You ready?" he called, chuckling, cupping one of his hands to his mouth.
"Yes," I replied, leaning phía trước, chuyển tiếp a bit. At that moment, Ranma charged at full speed.
"EEK!" I cried and began to run. Not faster, but hard enough so I could get behind the fountain. I thought, fast. I heard charging footsteps coming toward me. Then I noticed Akane sitting solemnly on the porch with my brother (Ryoga/P-chan) in her hands.
Thats it.
I stared at her intensely, and she gave me a queer look. When the footsteps were muffled bởi a slow pace, I realized Ranma didn't see me behind the fountain. I slid down low to the ground, filling my head with the most obnoxious hình ảnh I could think of. I held back thêm and thêm tears as visions of Akane holding onto Ranma's soft black hair and forcing him onto her lips flashed in my brain. I flushed. My eyes opened and the tears poured out. As fast as I could manage, I leaped from behind the fountain, holding my wrists together and my hands open in a claw-like motion. Before Ranma could finish his, "Oh, there bạn are," I screamed with water running down my face:
"Hibiki family traditional attack! SHISHI HOKODAN!!"
There was a ball of light. An enormous yellowish force of torture and anxiety that had exploded from within me through the small passageway that was my palms. It smashed against Ranma, hard enough to not only knock him off of his feet, but send him flying to the other side of the grassy field. When the steam had risen, I heard Akane shriek, "RANMA!!". This worried me. I turned as saw her flee into the house for assistance, but I ran to him. His back to the ground, Ranma was awestruck at the accident. I kneeled beside him with my hands shielding my face.
"Oh, Mister Saotome! Forgive me!" I exclaimed. His arms wobbly lifted him up and luckily there was a cây to support him nearby. He used it. At first, I thought he would be angry for his loss... but it wasn't really a real battle, was it? So... he didn't lose, did he?

He shook his head and patted my flaming red cheeks. He then closed his eyes. I busily scampered onto his stomach, where I sat with my mouth in the shape of a small O. Slowly, he opened his eyes again.
"Such power... how'd ya do that?" he asked me with a warm smile like the sun, now even lower. I didn't reply. I only looked down, shrugging. "I'v seen Ryoga pull that off, but not that strongly! Isn't the Lion's Roar Blast centered on sadness? What've bạn got to be sad about, cutie?"
He ruffled my hair... I like when he does that.
I shrugged again, but then I giggled. His smile grew and Ranma sat up straighter, grabbing my shoulders again.
"You smiled!" he said.
"Eh...?"
"You haven't been smiling lately." he reminded me. I knew he was right. "Cutie," he continued, using that name again, "you seem sad. Whats up? Anything? Ryoga being a bitch?"
I laughed, covering my mouth.
"No," I đã đưa ý kiến with a remaining single laugh. And... for some reason, I dropped onto him and scooped my arms through the gaps beside the sides of his chest, taking hold of his shoulders, too.
"Your soft," I muttered with tired eyes. The sun was finally resting, setting darkness on my world. Ranma gave me one of his "excuse me?" glances. He poked his own arm.
"Soft?"
I laughed again, and it felt good. "Are bạn saying I need to exercise more?"
"No," I yawned, laying my head on his chest. "your just a fun hugger, Mr. Saotome."
"Why do bạn call me that?" Ranma asked, putting his muscular arms behind his head and closing his eyes.
"Your my elder." I replied.
"By like a năm and a half." he said, smirking.

It was the times similar to these that I'll always remember until the crack of dawn, before the night air swiftly brushes through your ears taking all of the evening's sweetest memories with it.