Ranma: An Apple A Day (1/3)

[cherryflavored1R]

Hey, everybody! How's life? Anyway, I've become bold as of late, so I'm posting something else for everyone to read. I think I'm getting all this nerve from watching Nick Cannon... I mean, the movie Drumline, so much. It makes me want to go against the system! Be a rebel! Bang a drum, yeah!

Nevermind... Anyway...

"An Apple A Day" By Cherry Flavored

Warning: This story has nothing to do with apples. Just thought I should warn those apple-lovers out there, the title is misleading. It?s about being sick. I repeat, no apples. Thank you.

Part one- Ranma is sick! Never accept medicine from pandas!

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Ranma was still not feeling well.

He had been to see a doctor two days ago (a very good one, in fact, recommended by Dr. Tofu). Ranma had gotten some much-needed antibiotics, but he still felt weak- both mentally and physically.

If there was anything Ranma hated, it was feeling weak. He felt sluggish and dizzy, which made him entirely too vulnerable.

So, this morning, when Genma offered him some medicine he had cooked up (from an ?ancient Chinese remedy? recipe, no less), he quickly took it instead of his prescribed medication. Hey, in the 6am mental state Ranma was in at the time, it seemed like a good idea.

As it turns out, it was a bad idea. He had hardly any strength to do anything. He didn?t even walk on the fence on the way to school because he genuinely could not get up there. He had been a zombie all day, lethargically staring into space.

Which brings him to now, third period class, although it wasn?t quite space he was staring at.

Ranma?s gaze was fixed on one Miss Akane Tendo, his finance. For some reason, today he gave into what he?s wanted to do for quite some time- just look at her. She was within proper staring distance (just two desks ahead of him in the row to his left), but not so close that he couldn?t play it off as him being an attentive listener to the class discussion. Just don?t ask him a question, because he probably won?t be able to form a coherent sentence.

Blame the medicine.

?Why do I have this sudden urge to speak with her?? he thought. Ranma had been feeling something? tugging at the back of his mind when ever he saw Akane today, as if there was something important he wanted to tell her. Why wouldn?t the words form in his head, though? They obviously weren?t forming from his mouth because his speech was so slurred he sounded drunk.

?I wish I hadn?t taken that weird medicine Pop gave me? I can?t even think straight!? Ranma wished he could think of what he wanted to tell her. As he watched her eagerly take notes on the lecture, he started to think way too much. ?She does look kinda nice...? Ranma found himself musing. His eyes suddenly widened. ?Ah! No! Bad! Terrible! I didn?t mean that!? he amended in his mind. ?That?s right! Totally uncute??

Nevertheless, he wanted to get to the bottom of this. He wanted to talk to her now, and was getting impatient. He glanced at his watch. ?Twenty more minutes until lunch? I can?t wait that long!? he thought. But then, Ranma got a plan? an evil plan, at that, which would make Akane real mad. But, it would serve its purpose.

?Hey, I?m so sick, a mallet would be the least of my problems??

So, he slowly reached behind his head to grab his ponytail. He closed his eyes tight and prepared for the pain that would follow.

He slowly pulled out one of the rubber bands that held his braid in place, yanking half of his hair from his scalp in the process. ?Ouch, that smarts!? Once his hair was free of the rubber band, the ponytail hung in a much more loose fashion, as it only had one rubber band to keep it together.

Next, he held the rubber band between his left thumb and his right index finger, pulled back, and aimed. Target: Akane?s shoulder. He closed one eye and bit on his tongue, then he let it fly.

?Ouch!? Akane said, feeling a sudden sting of pain. She looked behind her and saw none other than Ranma forcing a look of innocence. ?RANMA!?

?Excuse me, Miss Tendo, Mister Saotome, we were attempting to have class, if that is quite alright with you two,? the teacher said. ?Go stand in the hall.?

Akane was about to protest, but she decided she was not going to get more punishment. But Ranma, oh boy, was he ever going to! How dare he? ?I suppose he takes some sort of pleasure at getting me in trouble!? she thought accusingly.

Akane grabbed a water bucket from the corner and went outside into the hallway. Ranma did the same thing, but a lot slower. He also kept bumping into things, which the class found very amusing.

Akane watched him struggling from the hallway and genuinely felt bad for him. ?Should I go help him?? she thought. She went against that idea because she in no way wanted her friends to get the wrong idea. ?He can take care of himself?? she thought bitterly. But she was still kind of worried.

Once Ranma made it into the hallway and had shut the door behind him, Akane walked up to him. ?Ranma, are you alright??

?Yeah, sure, I?m fine?? he slurred, although not really meaning it.

?Good!? she said, her attitude changing. She pulled her bucket of water back, ready to strike. ?Cause I wanna know what possessed you to hit me!? she yelled.

?Wait?? he said, breathing hard. ?It?s? not? what you think?? he panted.

?Really?? she said, trying to keep up her anger. Seeing Ranma like this was not exactly helping, though. He looked really bad.

?I just? wanted to? talk? to you?? he said. Ranma suddenly remembered something. He reached into the pockets of his black Chinese pants and pulled out two white pills. He?d stuffed a couple of his real antibiotics into his pocket that morning so he could take them on the way to school. But then his pop offered him the ?miracle drug?, so he forgot them.

He held up his hand to Akane telling her to hold on. He pulled up his pail of water to his face and popped the pills in. Akane, meanwhile, was wondering what the heck he was doing. First he hits her in class and gets her in trouble, then he says he doesn?t mean it, and now he?s taking pills with the water they were supposed to be holding as a punishment.

?Ranma, what are you?? Akane started, but Ranma held up his hand again as he chugged down some water. He winced at the taste of the school?s tap water.

?I was tryin? to? take my medicine? I was hoping it would? help...? he said.

?I doesn?t seem like it?s helping, Ranma. Why did you come to school today?? she asked.

?Akane? I wanted to ask you? something?? he said, trying to think of exactly why he had wanted to talk to her in the first place. But before he could finish, his eyes rolled back in his head.

Akane gasped loudly as Ranma fell to the floor.

[Nikouru]

Poor Ranma-kun! But I'm not surprised that Genma would be capable of doing that... I hope Ranma will be okay... Great start to a wonderful story!

[ZidanesGarnet]

Cute first part- HUGE Ranma fan, keep writing more! Off to #2

[FireMoogle]

Great start! You've got me hooked! ^_~ Poor Ranma, though... I'm off to 2/3 as well!

- Chelsea
http://megami.nu

[Rose of Betrayal]

Poor Ranma! Wonder what's wrong with him and what he wants to ask her? Forawrd march to part 2! BYEEE!


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