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palabraasinnecesarias · 8 months

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ranma/akane

this one is about a drunk ranma lmao but i've also had this one dusting so here i am letting it see the light of day (just simple moments between the two)

She knew it wouldn’t be a good idea for Ranma to go drinking with Mr. Saotome and her father – especially when Grandfather Happosai was a part of the tag-along package deal – but there wasn’t much she could insist when it came to proving just how much of a “man” he could be by outdrinking all his elders. Her reckless fiancé was a stubborn mind, and although he usually managed to pull through, that night it was proven that some battles he was just meant to lose.

All the women of the Tendo household drowsily dragged their feet down the flight of stairs to unwillingly welcome the men back home, noting it was well past midnight, and all but one appearing as though they were to be sick. Grandfather Happosai had been the man to survive whatever drinking-game that had come about, and easily waltz in full glory as a prideful grin stamped his cheek, continuously making a mockery of the situation.

Akane felt her pulsing temples, slightly upset at the whole ordeal pitifully displaying two grown men with the newly high school graduate clearly drunk.

The young teen watched as her oldest sister gasped in disbelief when seeing her father in such an unwell state, just before she and Nabiki latched onto him and took him to bed. Auntie Saotome giggled lightly, breathing what seemed to express a breath of relief as she reached for her husband and glancing over at Akane, “Oh, men.” Without another word she made her way up the stairs, Mr. Saotome’s arm hooked behind her neck for support, willingly following every step she took.

In a matter of minutes, Akane found herself alone with what seemed to be boastful Ranma Saotome grinning towards her, his body trying to keep itself composed, and very obviously failing. His body slightly wobbled left and right, and his cheeks blushed variations of red up and down his neck, a clear indication that he was heated up due to the alcohol.

What he was smiling about, she didn’t know, but couldn't deny that she was curious.

She crossed her arms across her chest, prodding an eyebrow upwards in such an expected way, he found himself chuckling dryly.

“You’re such a dork,” she found herself thinking out loud, a smirk of her own tugging the corner of her mouth, just before she came to the realization that she was left to mend after him.

“I beat them,” he grinned, his bragging tone high and mighty. Was he so drunk he didn’t think he was intoxicated at all?

“Oh, yeah? Walk to me,” Akane demanded as she stood no more than four feet away from him. The challenge gleamed across her eyes, and who was he to turn down such an opportunity to prove her wrong.

Without missing a beat, Ranma lifted his foot with the simple intention of walking but just a couple of steps towards her when the young martial artist went tumbling down.

The loud thud only made her want to laugh at him, but instead, the dark-haired girl reached down and did her best to take him into the family room. He was still conscious, which helped settle him on the floor, using some cushions to prompt his head up.

“Seriously,” Akane groaned as she fluffed the round cushion, “you just had to go along with their antics.”

“I needed to prove myself!”

She simply rolled her eyes, because when it came to Ranma, everything was a challenge. “You certainly did not,” she sighed, amused at every outrageous (and sometimes grotesque) situations he always seemed to place himself in. Although, this one was definitely one of the more normal ones.

“Why is it so hot?” His words slurred, but she managed to understand him well. He scrunched his eyes together, the palm of his hand suddenly slapping his cheek before dragging itself up to push the oversized fringe of bangs draping over his view. He didn’t seem to be in pain, rather the very opposite comportment to just moments ago.

She reached her own hand to feel his cheek, and then his forehead, feeling his sweat against her skin. “Just how much did you and dad drink?” She asked no one in particular.

She pushed herself up and walked into the kitchen to find Nabiki getting a glass of water. “How’s dad?”

“Father started puking,” Nabiki responded very nonchalantly, rolling her eyes at the way Akane’s eyes widen before she explained further, “he just had too much to drink, dummy. Nothing to worry about. Although, technically, he could have choked on his own vomit were we not there to help him settle into bed.” Kasumi had done the best she could to clean their father and his bed, and Nabiki was just getting him some water. He was in great hands, but she couldn't not be worried. “Just keep an eye on that fiancé of yours. I don’t know how much he drank compared to daddy.”

Akane winced at the way the word fiancé smoothly slid through Nabiki’s teeth; she pushed past it to find what her sister was saying to be true. She didn’t want Ranma to sleep on a puddle of his own throw up, and definitely didn’t want to risk him choking on it.

She returned with a small kitchen towel that she had run under the cool water, and a glass of water, just in case he needed it. She quickly pressed the fresh cloth against his skin and gently dragged it up to press and rest on his forehead, a thin smile spreading as his body flinched at the unexpected gesture.

Akane found herself comfortable as she watched him drift off into a slumber, wondering whether she was going to try and carry him up the stairs or wake him. He was breathing deeply, she noted, as his wide chest rose steadily up and down. He seemed so serene, finding him quite cute when he wasn’t talking out his ass. She scoffed a light laughter, her hand twitching at wanting to bonk his head silly.

Her hand reached over to push chunks of his fringe away from his face, noting he needed a trim as the tips seem to be reaching the bridge of nose.

"You’re so dumb,” she found herself muttering, shaking her head in disbelief, although not completely surprised to be the one tending after him.

“God, ‘Kane,” he grunted lowly, quickly and easily startling her as she believed him to be unconscious, “can’t you ever be nice to me.”

She scoffed, nervously pushing strands of her own hair behind her ear frantically hoping she wasn’t caught watching him sleep in the way she was admiring him. “I’ll gladly start when you start,” she found herself challenging the drunk teen, not really thinking anything would come out of the interaction, but desperately wanting to rile him into some sort of distraction.

“I’m always nice to you!”

She scoffed again, aware that he truly did believe he was nice to her; there were times he might have unintentionally expressed generous comments about her, but they were never to be nice, they were simply happy accidents on her account.

“Like when?”

She was looking down at him, still lying on the floor with the damp towel on the upper half of his face hoping it covered his sight completely. She could see him thinking, trying to muster something – anything – up just to prove his point. And she found it amusing, letting the seconds slide as she watched him groan with irritation.

“I’ve saved you multiple times, ya’ know!”

Akane dry laughter must have caused some sort of reaction because Ranma was now trying to sit up, holding the damped towel in a soft grip.

“Ranma, that wasn’t you being nice, that was you being a decent human being. Also,” she said as she watched him successfully slouch forward, his eyes still half-lidded with a light overlay of blush at the apples of his cheeks, “go ahead and drink some water. It should help sober you up.”

He glanced at her for a few seconds, silent before looking over at the almost full glass of water she held in her hand, reaching over to him. He took it and gulped all of it down, without hesitation and gently placed the cup down on the floor with them.

“Thank you,” he found himself saying quietly, keeping the ambience steady, not realizing just how thirsty he actually had been, and just how incredible the water felt when it flushed down his throat and splashed the inside of his chest.

Akane found herself smiling at the way he thanked her. “Are you ready to go to bed?”

Ranma’s eyes widen abnormally large, his mouth opening slightly before shutting it tight with the intention of swallowing the knot choking him. “I’m sure Auntie Saotome’s waiting for you,” she continued, her following statement calming him immensely before coming to the realization at where his mind had gone to in mere seconds.

“C’mon,” she offered, getting up from her knees and stretching both her arms towards him offering him a boost up, thinking he was probably too weak to try and stand up. Although, this was ranma, after all. He was never too weak for anything, “I’m dying for you to wake up with such a massive headache in the morning and blame anyone but yourself.”

She grinned mischievously down at him, expecting him to minimum stick his tongue out at her as a defense, but all he did was remind her, “I am nice to ya’, I just can’t remember.”

“Yeah, well maybe you could be nicer.”

“Like how?”

Was he genuinely asking?

“I don’t know Ranma, just be sweet, I guess.”

“Sweet, huh?”

Akane crouched down, sitting on her bottom on the floor but keeping her knees bent, knitting her eyebrows together as she watched him intensely. “Ranma,” she said to him in a calm voice, half-taunting, half-curious what he was babbling about, “you’re drunk. Go to bed.”

“You look beautiful, ya’ know.”

She wasn’t expecting that. “Uh.” Was he messing with her? Was he taunting her? Poking fun? Still, she needed to do something about the absurd reddening of her face to his comment. “It shouldn't be forced,” she found herself replying to him. She knew he was probably expecting some sort of thank you, but she didn’t know if she wanted to give him one.

“It’s not.” He fought back, his eyebrows indenting together, bothered that she didn’t believe him.

“Well,” Akane sighed, “kinda’ feels like you said it to prove a point, rather than because it came from the heart.”

“Well,” Ranma said, leaning slightly forward towards her, and although he wasn’t that close, she could still smell the alcohol in his breath that reminded her he was indeed intoxicated as he reminded her, “I don’t lie.”

She pursed her lips pondering to herself, wondering what this was all about. “Okay,” she found herself saying something out loud.

“Now you say something nice about me.”

Akane laughed again, “This isn’t how it works.”

“So,” he retorted, “we don’t always have to follow the rules.”

“Yeah, but just because you said something nice doesn’t mean I owe you something in return.”

“Aw, c’mon, I said you were cute.”

“No,” she grinned, “you said I look beautiful.”

“That was nice of me, huh?”

“God, you’re such a dork.” She wanted to frown at him, but the corners of her mouth were not willingly pushing down, and instead she pushed him away; not harshly, just a gentle nudge that nonetheless forced him to lean back down as she said, “I’m going to bed.”

“Wait,” he called after her, but she didn’t stop for him, not caring if he couldn’t get himself up the stairs. “’Kane, be nice!”

“Goodnight, Ranma.”

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