Make Me Feel: Chapter three: (A Time Off).

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Chapter three begins.

I can tell she is uncomfortable standing next to me. Or maybe it is the two buckets of water she is carrying. I am still having trouble with this “emotion” stuff.

Akane is staring at the floor, not making eye contact, though I am staring at her. Rather rudely, I suppose.

“This is all your fault, you know,” she remarks out of nowhere.

“I know.”

“What?” For some reason she seemed to think my answer was bizarrely wrong.

“I know. It is my fault for taking your fight. I could say I’m sorry but I’m not.” No sense lying to her. She’d learn of it eventually anyway.

“You’re NOT?!?!?” She seemed to glow red for a second. Anger plus aura equals bad, I guess. She took a bucket and splashed it at me, but I jumped in a lightning fast dodge, while casually flicking out a Neko-Ken claw and cutting her other bucket in half.

“Better try harder next time.” I could tell where the weak points in her training lie already. I would take this as my personal project while I stayed at the Tendo’s. No use getting married to a girl who can’t fight. Especially if I went along with my father’s wish and kept the dojo.

“I-“ She stopped suddenly as the sound of running footsteps filled the hall.

“I shall never accept this horror, Akane!” Kuno yelled as he threw a bucket of water at me.

As I dodged it, I heard Akane say, in confusion, “What horror?”

“Ranma Saotome, I shall never accept your engagement to Akane!”

All of a sudden, the doors and windows to the classroom exploded open as all the students stuck their heads out the doors to hear more. Cries of “What?” and “I thought you didn’t like boys!” were heard as Akane desperately tried to explain.

“It’s not like that! Our parents-“

I interrupted her to deal with a more important matter, namely a moron with a bokken. “Kuno, I don’t think we should settle this inside. Poor Akane might be hurt.” I said this just to confuse him. Random words during a match can screw an opponent up. “Lets find a way outside. Follow me. Oh, and as a bonus to you, I won’t use the Neko-Ken.”

I leaped for a nearby open window, and Kuno followed quickly after.

“Ranma! Its three stories up!”

“Nothing to worry about, I’m-“

My sentence was interrupted by my falling form hitting water. Oh well. Guess we get to see how good Kuno is at water combat.

I made my way expertly to the surface, just as Kuno started towards me, a dull look in his eyes. He then seemed to open his eyes slightly, as in shock, and leaped out of the pool.

“Who are you, and where is the foul Sorcerer Saotome?”

Huh. Forgot about my curse. I made a rather high jump out of the pool and ended the fight quickly with a Ki strike of my own devising.

“Cold Soul Freezing.” It was not so much a war cry, as a statement. If I had been talking instead of fighting, the statement would have been, “You lose.”

Wet as he was, Kuno succumbed to my attack very quickly. His entire body encased in a block of ice, I doubt he would be putting up any more fight.

I stood near him to admire my handiwork. The idea of using my emotionless state to produce an attack of freezing Ki had been nothing short of genius. Last time I used it, it had been more powerful, though…

But, it was over anyway, just in time for Akane to arrive with a kettle of water. “Wow! How did that happen?”

“One of my weaker attacks…” I said, absentmindedly. “He is not worth fighting anymore. I can beat him without trying. For you, though, he may just be good practice…”

“Hey! Are you saying I’m as bad as Kuno?” she accused, “I beat him up every day for months now!”

“I think he went easy on you, though it is hard to tell with our fight, because I put him in his place before he could do any attacks.”

“You just don’t think I’m good enough, do you?” she almost snarled.

“No. I know you aren’t good enough. I will train you to be better than you can dream of now.” I was not asking to train her. I was going to do it whether she wanted to or not. I was going to do it whether she noticed me doing it or not.

“Sure. I really want to learn that move you just did!” Well, there goes that plan. Normal training would be easier, anyway.

“I’m not sure you could, though you could give it a try. Not that you don’t have the power, but you need the right mindset. You have to have not thought of anger or fear or even confidence. Only cold existence.”

“…” she opened her mouth to speak but found no words to convey her feelings on the matter. I could find no feelings to go with my words. Perhaps the few things I had felt earlier were just a fluke.

By the time we were done staring at each other in what I assume was awkward silence, the bell rang and school was over. Boy, time flies when you would be having fun.

I went home without speaking to her, though she followed me as I walked calmly along the fences of Nerima. I had yet to really think about the events of the past few days. Also, I had to take another lesson from my old man.

He may not be much of a person, but he did invent some pretty good “forbidden” techniques. In the half a year since he tried to kill me with them, I had already mastered most of the moves.

The next day, I awoke early and practiced the new move I had just learned. Invisibility would be useful. For an out of practice, unintelligent fool (and I say this from an unbiased point of view) he did make some useful moves.

Nabiki tried to hand me a letter, saying it was from Kuno, but I ignored it. He had nothing left for me to learn from him, if ever he was a challenge in the first place.

We ran to school, so as to make it on time, and on the way Akane asked me to help her get through the morning fights faster. I decided not to question, and promised myself to start her training on the weekend, in two days or so.

We blitzed through the crowd, slightly smaller than the day before, with great ease. Upon arriving in the class, however, I was confronted by a group of fencers.

“You froze our leader!”

“Yes?”

“Well… uh… oh. Yeah! We must get revenge for the grievous wounds you have done to our honored Blue Thunder!”

At this point, I decided to test the technique I learned the night before. Slipping into invisibility, I snuck past the confused Kendoists without a one noticing me. Perfect.

The classes were all boring, without any real value.

When I left for lunch, I was met by a slightly blue-tinged Kuno. “I know not why, but Nabiki says in order to talk to my beautiful Pool Frost Spirit Girl, I must talk to you. Give this to her.” He proceeded to hand me a giant doll.

I ripped it in half. “I have no use for such things.”

“What! You dare to rip up my heartfelt gift of perfect love!?” He drew a sword. Real metal one this time. Hopefully he would soon run out of those, as he seemed to have unlimited wooden ones.

“Give it up. Your “Frost Spirit” is mine, merely my body and soul. You shouldn’t love her, and she cannot love you. But if you want a fight I will give it to you.”

“Arg! You dare to mock the Blue thunder of Furinkan High? I will put a stop to your insolence, commoner!”

Before he was even done talking, I activated the Neko-Ken. As he swung his sword at my chest, it fell into four parts, two falling and hitting each of his feet.

I left him hopping around, still clutching the hilt of his broken blade.

I then returned to class, and slept the rest of the day. Akane woke me after the bell, and we walked home.

Halfway there however, she stopped suddenly. “Oh wait, I have to stop at Dr. Tofu’s to return a book Kasumi borrowed. Wait here a sec.”

As I waited outside, I heard someone sneaking up on me. I jumped up on the roof of the clinic and looked for the person who was behind me. A startled man holding a skeleton in his hands was looking up at me.

“Er.. Hello.”

“Why did you sneak up on me?”

“It was just a joke.”

Akane returned at this point. “Oh hello, Dr. Tofu. I left your books on your desk. Good bye!”

“Thanks Akane.”

Our return home was uneventful. I went to sleep as soon as dinner was over. This day was quite tiring.

In the morning, I had no trouble waking in time for my morning workout. We ran to school, and Akane pulled me along so fast I had no way to dodge the old woman with the bucket of cold water. Oh, well, looks like I go to school as a girl today.