Anyone but You
by Minako

	Ranma 1/2 belongs to Rumiko Takahashi-sama, the great and
wonderful, not to me, Minako, the not-so-great and wonderful. I wanna
rent the volumes with Tarou in them!! A friend of mine said that
they've put them out... only I have no money... I need a new job.

	Anyway, off the topic of my life, this is a little ficcie about
Ranma and Akane, from Akane's POV. I dunno if I like it, but it's
nifty. I will update my other fics, I swear, but not right now...

	I have a prereader now!! Thanks to Kiri for pointing out my 
obsession with empty repetition! I took most of it out...

Ok, I'm done, you can read the fic now!!!

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	I curse the day you walked into my life, Ranma, I really do. I
wish it had never happened. I wish you hadn't shown up on my doorstep
slung over your father's shoulder. I wish I'd never met you, because my
life would have been so much easier. I wouldn't have had half the
problems I do now.

	I wish I could honestly say all of that, but no matter how many
times I tell myself I hate you, I can't make it true. You were the
first guy to ever get under my skin. You were the first guy I got
jealous over, the first guy who ever kissed me, the first guy who ever
had the nerve to tell me that I wasn't cute. You were a lot of firsts
for me, Ranma, but I can't decide whether I hate you or love you for
it.

	Trouble follows you everywhere you go, you showed up here in
semi-peaceful Nerima and turned it into some kind of warzone in a
matter of weeks. You challenged everyone who got in your way, and you
somehow always won. That's one of the most irritating things about you,
the way you always seem to get what you want, one way or another.
Whether it be charm or skill, you always seem to get it, yet your life
always seems so hectic and miserable. I don't understand it.

	Everytime Ryouga showed up, I would wonder if you would finally
lose a fight, if you would finally be defeated. I think Ryouga's the
only one who ever posed a real threat to you, well, excluding Cologne
and Happosai, but no one could actually expect you to stand up to
either one of them and win. Yet, sometimes you'd do it. You'd somehow
manage to outwit them, be it by using the nekoken or the power of
perversion, you would never accept defeat, and keep running headlong
into battle.

	You walked into my life three years ago today, yet it feels
like I've known you twice that long. There've been so many fights since
then, so many misunderstandings, and you always seem to pull through
it. I suppose one could call it inner strength, but I just call it dumb
luck. 

	I can't live like this, not forever. I can barely remember the
peaceful life I once lived, what it was like to be calm. I can't
remember what it was like to be off my guard, to be completely and
totally relaxed.

	I can't remember what it was like to be happy.

	I don't know what I'll end up doing with my life. I think I
want to go to University, maybe act in a real play, not that fake
attempt at Romeo and Juliet we put on before. Maybe I'll teach martial
arts, because, even if I'll never be half as good as you, or anyone
else that you brought here with you, I still love the art. 

	Someday I will meet a boy I like, and maybe even get married.
But I can assure you of one thing, Ranma, when I fall in love, and
believe me, I will, it'll be with anyone but you.

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	Meh, I don't like it much. C&C are welcome, 
daybreak_impression@yahoo.ca kind crits are ok, but flames make me cry.