Warning: This is a lemon fanfic!  If you don't know what "lemon" means 
in the context of otakudom, then you are much too young to be reading 
this!  If you are offended by sexual content, please hit the "back" 
button on your browser, have a few beers, and then come back. Don't say 
I didn't warn you!
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All characters and character names (c) Rumiko Takahashi and Shogakukan, 
Inc.  I won't even pretend to be as good of a storyteller as she!
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The following story is told through Akane's eyes...
With the aforementioned very much in mind, please read on and enjoy:

	  	  Don't Call Me 'Kawauikune!'
			 by Job's Turkey
		(very obviously a pseudonym, ne?)

	Another morning... The sounds of awakening birds barely graze my 
consciousness as I stand focused in the training room.  There's nothing 
quite like the feeling of pure concentration: the tautness of mind and 
muscle, the feel of pure ki flowing steadily through your body, the 
powers of earth, spirit, and guts coming together in one swift, 
calculated motion.
	"Ta-----!" A sharp kick at my invisible opponent. Feeling this kind of 
energy is such a great way to wake myself up in the mornings.  I used to 
sleep late when I was little, but now... now it seems that the more 
energy I use, the more I have.
	I take a deep breath, and thrill at the power I feel surging up through 
me.  "Hah!"  The sheer ease of shattering a concrete block with my left 
hand makes me smile a little smugly, I guess, wiping my forehead with 
the back of my hand.  
	I love being a martial artist.
	Although... although there's one part that bothers me just a bit.  My 
fiancee, Ranma... well, it seems that no matter how much I train, no 
matter what I do, he's always stronger than me.  I don't know, maybe 
it's true what they say about men naturally having more strength, but 
still.. if I could just defeat him once -- not to be "better than" him 
or anything, just to know I can; that I really AM strong -- I think I 
could feel the confidence that Father and Mr. Saotome tell me I lack. 
But until I can, I'll just have to keep training, and in the meantime, 
settle for - 
	"Gotcha." I feel a tap at the nape of my neck.
	"Ha!" I gasp, and jump a little.  Of course it's Ranma, sneaking up on 
me again.  How long has he been there?  I hope he didn't see me grin 
about that puny concrete block.  
	"Practicing so early?"  He surveys the remnants of the concrete and 
smirks just slightly.  Grrr... I bet he thinks _he_ could have turned it 
to dust.  Well, he probably could, but still...
	"I couldn't get back to sleep.  Besides, it's a gorgeous morning. I 
wanted to enjoy it."
	"Then maybe you should have stuck to something easier, like jogging."  
Ranma comments casually.  Maybe he didn't mean anything by that.  Maybe.  
I grit my teeth, but let that one slide.  I will NOT be the loser tomboy 
brat he thinks I am...
	"Wanna spar?"  he asks.
	"Eh?"  This is certainly a surprise.  "What about your father?"
	"Aw, he won't be up for another few minutes.  C'mon!  I wanna get 
warmed up so I can show the old man what's what!"  He grins, already 
anticipating his victory.
	His smile is so cute... but God, that was arrogant!  Ah well. I sigh, 
and say, "Okay.  Ready when you are."  I take the stance.
	Ranma makes the first move.  It's predictable -- a kick that I easily 
dodge -- but he's just getting started.  I strike back with a spinning 
kick, and he avoids it with an unnecessarily elaborate flip.  Feh.  What 
a showoff.  
	"Fancy tricks might slow you down, Ranma, you'd better watch out."
	"Hah!  You call that fancy?"  He smirks again as I dodge one of his 
jabs.  I almost expect him to do some sort of circus-show move just to 
irritate me, but he doesn't mention it again.
	The training room is silent for a while, the morning punctuated only by 
our breathing, our moves, and the birds.  
	I hear footsteps from upstairs.  It's Kasumi getting up.  I guess it 
must be seven 'o' clock now... I wonder what she's going to make for 
breakf--
	"You're getting careless, Akane!"  Ranma's foot grazes my shoulder; I 
wasn't quick enough to dodge that last one.  I grimace inside.  I know 
he's right; I shouldn't get distracted so easily.  But I'm not about to 
let him have that satisfaction!
	"Who's careless?"  I put a little extra speed and surprise into the 
next kick.  Ranma barely twitches his shoulders, yet dodges it by a 
mile.  How does he do that?
	I guess he saw the frustrated expression on my face, because next thing 
I know, he says:
	"Should I go easier on you?"
	I can feel my face get hot, and I know he can see it -- he smiles just 
the tiniest bit more at my irritation.  
	"No way!"
	"If you insist."  He follows with an effortlessly executed series of 
light-speed kicks, spins, flips, and punches.  I barely manage to avoid 
each one.  By the time he's finished, I'm a little out of breath.  I try 
to even my breathing to hide it, but it's too blatant.  He knows I just 
don't measure up.
	I look up, and he's grinning in that nonchalant way...
	"RanmaaaaaAAAAAAAAA!"  In desperate fury and frustration, I unleash the 
biggest barrage of attacks I can imagine in one morning.  My hands and 
feet blur before my eyes, as does Ranma.  I add more speed; more power.  
Ranma automatically compensates.  I flip so that I'm facing his back.  
Still he continues to dodge.  Can't I _ever_ take him by surprise?
	I'm beginning to breathe hard again.  Dammit, why can't I gain more 
endurance??  No matter how much I train, I can't go past a certain 
point.  I just hit a plateau.  Maybe I should --
	"Just give it up, Akane." 
	"NO!" I scream back to the blur in front of me, thrusting my arms and 
legs through the increasingly heavy air, working without logic, without  
plan -- just hoping desperately to get just one touch in.  Just one tiny 
hit.  All to no avail.
	My body's streaked with sweat now, and Ranma's barely working to avoid 
my attacks.  I want to howl, but grit my teeth instead.  "Come on, come 
on!"  I mutter under my labored breath.  
	Suddenly I gain a new freedom of movement!  My body has lost its 
constrictions somehow; my arms are free to thrust and punch like never 
before, and--
	My shirt has come open.
	"Eep!"  I jump to hide my bared left breast.
	I look up at Ranma.  Face turned away, calm as ever.  God... I go 
through all this effort, and I can't touch him!  I work so hard and it 
doesn't make a damn difference!  And now I just embarrass myself!  Shit 
shit shit shit SHIT!!  I cross my arms in front of my chest, shaking 
with exhaustion and frustration.  Dammit!  To wring this much out of 
myself, to put up this much effort, this much concentration -- and it 
doesn't make a grain of difference to Ranma!  Not to his fighting 
style... not to him.
	Tears well up in my eyes.  He doesn't notice... I think.
	"Why don't you put your shirt back on, and call it a morning."  I 
glance up again.  Even politely looking away, he looks like less of a 
gentleman than an overconfident jackass.  Looking away...?
	My kick brings him to the floor with a thud. 
	Ranma rubs the back of his head.  "Hey, that was a dirty trick, you..."
	I plant my foot on his chest to keep him down.
	"..you... kawaikune tomboy!"
 "What, you think I did it on purpose?!"  I gesture with my free hand to 
my still-open shirt.
	"I dunno, maybe a super-uncute weakling like you has to rely on stuff 
like that!"
	.....
	.....
 My blood... is boiling.
	My clenched fists tremble.  My eyeballs burn, and I can feel the veins 
on my temples standing out.  I feel like I'm breathing steam...
	"Rrrrrraannnnmmmmaaaaaaaaa......"
	WAIT!  No!  No.  I'll show him.  Yeah... I'll keep control.  Control.  
Heh heh heh... Ranma's stuck under my foot!  Hah!  He can kiss it for 
all I care.  I can feel myself cooling down... colder and colder...
	"Ranma... Ranma, Ranma, Ranma."  I'm the one smirking now.
	"What, what, what, Akane, Akane, Akane."
	What an ass.  On purpose -- hah!  I'll show HIM "on purpose!!"
	I let the top of my gi slide slowly over my shoulders.  "Yeah."  I 
plant my fists on my hips, and let the shirt fall open again, revealing 
my left breast, clinging to my right.  "Yeah, maybe an 'uncute' tomboy 
like me _does_ have to rely on this stuff."  I feel my nipples harden in 
the cool morning air, and I can tell he's noticed by the look on his 
face.  My smirk gets a little bigger, and maybe I strike a little pose.  
"I dunno, do you think so?"
	"A-- Akane..."  Ranma's face is pink.  "Wh- what the hell are you..."
	"Or maybe this instead, eh?"  I reach my hands up to my breasts and 
squeeze them gently, pressing them together, luxuriating not half so 
much in the sensation as the shades of crimson on Ranma's face.
	"Good God, Ranma, is that all it takes for you to blush?  Who's the 
weakling here, now?"  
	"Fuh -- h - hey!!  Who are you calling a weakling?!"  Ranma sputters, 
struggling to get back up. I press him down again with my foot.  Hmph.  
This is kinda cool.  
	"Well, maybe not a weakling... maybe a naive little boy."
	"N- n -- LITTLE BOY?!  What --"
	But before he can protest further, I've shoved him hard down onto the 
tatami.  "Yeah.  It's time for your kindergarten lesson, Ranma."  I 
begin to laugh to myself.  This is just too much fun.  I let my top fall 
to the floor and begin to massage my breasts, playing and tugging at my 
nipples with my fingertips.  Ranma's mouth drops open as I squint a 
little with the pleasure.  
	"Do you think you can learn that, _little boy_?  Hm?"  I can feel his 
chest muscles go lax under my foot.  "Maybe that's too complicated?"  My 
eyes travel from his face to his chest, to his belly, to the _big_ bulge 
in his... oh my.  Oh, wow, would I like to .... No, wait. I'm the one in 
control here! 
	"Hmm, looks like you've let yourself get taken by surprise.  You should 
know better than that, Ranma."
	Ranma blushes deeper and splutters in protest, but I think he's too 
confused to do much.  Might as well make the most of this opportunity. I 
shift my weight to stand on his chest, looking down at his face through 
the valley between my breasts.  The fear on Ranma's face is totally 
outweighed by the fascination.  I've never felt so powerful in my life.  
For once, I have the advantage.
	Still standing upright on Ranma's chest, I tip my right foot back a 
bit, inching it toward his crotch.
	"Akane, wha--"
	"Shh."  My toes begin to play lightly with the springy tent in this 
pants.  First I massage the whole thing with my foot, then just tease 
the tip of it with my toes.  The confused look on Ranma's face flickers 
as he shivers with the sensation.  I feel an incredible rush of power, 
running up through my guts and heart, and between my legs.  He flexes 
involuntarily with my touch, and I can feel him get harder.
	"Hey Ranma, if I'm so _uncute_, how come this?"  I run the ball of my 
foot along the length of his erection.  
	"Huh?"  Ranma gasps.
	"I said, how come you've got a hard on if I'm so uncute?"
	"Uh... I..."
	"Well?"
	"I -- I-I have to pee.  Tha - that's why.  I--It -it happens sometimes. 
In the morning."  A droplet of sweat runs down his forehead, and he 
tries so hard to smirk.
	"Uh-huh.  Funny, you know..." I squat down on his chest, never breaking 
eye contact.  "...I could have sworn it popped up about the same time I 
did this."  I reach up to rub my breasts again, giving him an even 
better show than before.  I run my fingertips along the tips of my 
nipples, teasing them harder directly above his face.  I reach my right 
hand to my mouth, lick my fingers wet, and bring them back down to play 
with my nipple.  Ranma's making an effort not to breathe hard.  It's not 
working.
	"But since I'm so uncute, then I suppose this would have no effect, 
huh."
	He's too startled to protest when I take his left hand in my right, and 
guide his index finger to my lips.  I suck, lick, and bite the very tip 
of his finger, flicking my tongue rapidly on the underside of his 
fingertip.  When Ranma gives up trying to conceal his heavy breathing, I 
take his whole finger into my mouth and slide it out again slowly, 
sucking it hard as I go.
	Ranma swallows.  "No effect at all."  It's pitiful, really.  But I 
can't help being amused - and a bit turned on - at his utter 
helplessness.  I can feel his lie bumping against my buttocks, and I 
sway my hips and brush against it just to tease him.
	"I don't think you're telling the truth, Ranma.  You think I'm cute, 
don't you?"
	"N-- no way!  Like I said, who'd want a kawaikune...e.....eee..[his 
words break as I tease him with my hips again] ... ah.. tomboy like you?  
You're... you're uncute, un... unsexy, and you can't cook!"  
	He gained a little too much strength on that last one.
	"That's not nice at all, Ranma.  I think you should apologize."
	"Kawaikune."
	"Admit it."
	"Admit what, tomboy?"
	I reach back and grip his erection very firmly.  "You _do_ think I'm 
cute.  Say it."
	"N... uncute.  You're so uncute... if there were an uncute pageant, 
you'd.... AH!"
	I stroke his cock through his pants.
	"I'd what?"
	"..."
	"What, Ranma?  You seem to be at a loss for words.  Why don't you tell 
me what you were going to say?"
	"You'd... you'd.. win --ah-- first --mm!-- first prize."
	"That was a really lame insult."  I grip him harder to reinforce my 
point.  Ranma's body shudders, and his eyes roll back.
	"Y... you're... the one who's... la... lame..."
	"Is that right?  Are you entirely sure?"
	"..."
	"Ranma, you didn't answer my question!"
	I hear a heavy thumping... is it my heart?  Is it his?  Wait, no, it's 
Nabiki and Mr. Saotome on the stairs...  Judging from the amount of 
noise they make coming down to breakfast, Mr. Saotome must be in his 
panda form this morning... 
	"I hate to end this little game, Ranma, but it looks like it's time for 
breakfast."
	"..."
	"Now, I'm going to ask you nicely one more time..."
	"Uh-huh?"
	"Am I cute...?"
	"..."
	"...or uncute?"  I tease the head of his penis with my fingertips.
	"Ah..."  Ranma shudders again.
	"Come on, I don't have all day."  (God, I love this.  Ha haaa!)
	"You're... ah... uh...  a.."
 "Akane!  Ranma!  Breakfast is ready!"  I hear Kasumi from the kitchen.
	"I'll be right there Kasumi!"  I turn back to Ranma, who now has a 
comically panicked expression on his poor face.  "Well, it looks like 
this is over for now."  Did he just sigh with relief?? "But since you 
didn't answer my question..."
	"What are you --"
	"Tendou Secret Shiatsu Paralysis Point!"  I poke him a little harder 
than I had to... but it's not too bad.  
	I suppose he'll be there for a while; at least until Papa finds him and 
touches the recovery point.  Poor Ranma, his breakfast will be cold - 
but he deserves it.  I really wish I could be there and see the scene 
when he's discovered flat on the dojo floor with that immense hard-on... 
but, I think I'll just have more fun imagining his embarrassment.  
That's what he gets for calling me "kawaikune"!
	Ah... breakfast.  Nice and hot.

                              *** THE END ***