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The Lovers\' Law	By : unicornlord Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 20892 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Sorry for the slow update, I was busy preparing for Fanime con.

"Akane, you can't be serious." Sayuri said with a shocked face. "Letting Ranma have alone time with his other engagements? I would've sent him flying if I had your strength, for even asking."

"Yeah, Akane, you know how Ukyo and Shampoo are." Yuki said, leaning in with her standard issued worried friend look. "How do you know he's not playing you behind your back?"

Somewhere, the boy in question sneezed three times suddenly, just long enough for the baseball he'd gotten in position for to bean him square across the forehead. A rather unusual feat for the rather able body Ranma.

"It's just a little lunch. It's the least I can do since she's teaching me how to cook."

"She's teaching you how to cook?!" Both of the gasped. Scandalous, juicy gossip, they were being fed today, and they needn't even work for it! "Why on earth would she do that?!"

"Because Ranma asked her." Akane said, nonchalantly. "And she's Ranma's oldest friend. He probably figures he can just owe her something."

"Yeah, like a date." Sayuri hissed to her friend. Akane reared back, having only just figured that out as the words spilled venomously from her friends mouth. "Face it, Akane, the only reason Ukyo would do Ranma a favor is to get his favor, if you know what I mean. She's trying to make you look bad."

"Listen, Ukyo wanted to be friends. She asked me over for lunch. If she's really up to something, I can handle it. It's not like I haven't dealt with Ukyo and Shampoo before." She huffed a bit, but still cringed at the thoughts buzzing around her like bees ready to strike.

She tutted them away as she rounded the corner that lead into the quad where Ukyo usually set up her stall. She was hoping to see Ranma there, waiting for her, but no such luck; he'd seemingly disappeared into thin air as the lunch bell rang.

"Akane, be careful, okay?"

"Yeah, we can't help you if you two get in a fight. Ukyo-kun would kill us."

"Ucchan."

"Huh?" Sayuri asked with a perked brow. "What'd you say, Akane?"

"Ukyo prefers Ucchan." She corrected a second time. "She told me that while we were cooking dinner."

"I've never knew that. She seemed just fine with kun."

"She lets stuff go. Ucchan's actually pretty patient..." She trailed off, remember Ucchan's enormous patience in dealing with Akane's mistake prone tatics in the kitchen. "It's probably why she's willing to put up with Ranma."

"Well, that, and he's got a cute butt." Came a chipper reply. Akane turned her head, catching Ukyo pass her with a box full of supplies for her stall, with was already set up and waiting with a small line forming. "But I'm sure you knew about that, Akane."

Akane flushed. She did find herself looking the jet black haired boy over once or twice, admiring the tone and texture of a martial artist. Only, it carried over quite well to his girl side, almost to the point where it made Akane jealous. "That's not funny, Ucchan." She said with whimper of a laugh, knowing the older girl was just trying to rile her friends.

Ukyo giggled, as she plopped the box down at the stall, which was already forming a line that grew like a snake gorging on prey. She was quick, pulling out a few ready made ingredients and slapping them down with a hiss.

She motioned to Akane, who looked back her friends, who still looked on with with a disapproval, and then back to the girl, who seemed to disappointed she didn't respond immediately. She smiled, and took the few steps to the front of the stall, much to the murmurs and gripes of the crowd.

Ukyo, however, smiled softly. "Hey you."

"Hi." She replied meekly. Ukyo patted her butt, calling her over her side. Handed Akane a small plate, and scooped up the first okonomiyaki that finished, good sized, and much better then cafeteria food, earning a few more gripes from the crowd.

"How much do I owe you?" Akane said, wondering where she'd left her small travel wallet.

"Huh, what are you talking about? It's free." Ukyo said without skipping a beat and laying another one down. "I honestly didn't think you'd show up..."

"Why wouldn't I?" Akane asked softly. Ukyo served up a few people, batting the hands of the unpaid with a hot spatula, forcing hands back into the crowd.

"Well, you know..." The brown girl trailed off, following her eyes over to Akane's friends, then back, without the blue girl noticing. "We're suppose to be enemies and all."

"I've never really seen you like that, Ucchan, you know that." Ukyo chuckled.

"Sure, because you thought I was a cute boy originally." That got the desired reaction; Akane's face filled with the cutest little rosey hue, and she found herself taking a bite of her okonomiyaki while struggling to find the the right comeback.

Ukyo didn't said nothing, continuing to serve with the same grit and fast hands as the orders piled up.

Half of Akane had expecting there to be some potion or poison in the mix. Well, poison was really to far for Ukyo. Even Shampoo relied on less lethal tatics, even while screaming the words "I KILL" half the time. Nothing happened, though, except the divine taste of a master okonomiyaki chef's work filling her taste buds.

It was good. Really good. Better then the stalls at the fairs that came and went. Everything was prefectly balanced, the sauces didn't overpower, yet were still noticeably present. A okonomiyaki that could only come years of practice.

"Wow... didn't actually think you'd bite it, either." Akane's head turned up, and Ukyo seemed a bit lost in her features, before being called back by the action.

Had they really been at a point where they'd be so untrust worthy to each other that she'd never tried Ukyo's cooking? It was a shame, it really was the best. She took a few more nibbles, watching the older girl furiously flip and serve, flip and serve, flip and serve. She quickly looked for spot to sit down, near Ukyo, and noticed her friends looking at her with worry.

Well, it was fine, Akane reasoned, they were her friends, they were watching out for her. "Do you ever sit down and eat Ukyo?" She asked as the girl brought some more supplies from under the table.

"Hmm? Yeah, after I run out." She said without glancing back. "Usually gives me about 5 minutes. Sometimes Ranma helps out for a freebie, but he's normally busy with the boys playing baseball or something."

It was actually sort of a shock; not that Ranma took a freebie, but that he actually earned it by being helpful. Normally he just ran it on the Ucchan's tab, which they both knew didn't really exist. "Anything I could do to help?" She asked instinctively.

"No, not really. Not yet, at least." Ukyo said without looking away from the crowd. Akane frowned, but said nothing: Ukyo, after all, was politely telling her she couldn't cook okonomiyaki. Which was true, Ukyo hadn't taught her those skills.

That last part did ring a small bell of hope, though. "Just, enjoy it, Akane. Think of it as a thanks for showing up."

"Oh... okay." She said, taking another small bite. Akane whittled away the treat bit by bit, watching as the crowd seem to aerosol as the school clock ticked nearer and near towards the end. Ucchan was fast, serving in standard sets of between 5-7 plates at a time. And somehow, managing to keep the unpaid at bay.

It was small wonder she didn't seem to work up a sweat. Finally, almost exactly, the last three came up to the counter, were served in unison, and Ukyo with a wave that she was out of supply for the day. There was bemoaning, a few curses, and disbelief as Ucchan apologized and began to count the stacks of bills in her till box.

It really had been quite the show. Ranma probably would've used it as training of some kind. Perhaps some variable on his chestnuts roasting on an open fire technique.

Ukyo reeled back, and fell slowly with a single remaining plate of Okonomiyaki herself, plopping down just to the side of Akane. She smiled, and took a few nibbles. "I really should eat something different, it can't be good for me to eat this everyday."

"You eat this everyday?"

"Gotta eat something, right? I don't have a lot of spare time, so I usually whip up an extra bit of whatever's on order. So... mostly yeah. Occasionally I get the slow days." She turned to Akane, and smiled. "it's a wonder I can keep this figure, really."

Akane didn't wonder; with how hard she worked, it was more of wonder she wasn't thinner then she was. "Aren't you and Shampoo friendly? Why not ask her?"

"Ah... well... You know... actually hadn't thought about that. I suppose because everybody would expect us to fight over Ranma, so it's never crossed my mind at all. Like I said, I really didn't expect you come, either."

There was a bit of a moment, and they both turned their eyes downwards, ashamed of themselves for a moment. It really was hard, trying to hate somebody for such a silly reason as arranged marriages. "Hey Akane."

"Yeah."

"You got a great butt, anybody ever tell you that?"

"W-what?" Ukyo laughed as Akane choked on a bit of okonomiyaki she'd been eating. "Ucchan!"

"What? It's true. I think it's your best feature, really. Well, that and your eyes." She continued with a devilish smirk. "I bet Ranma's said something at least once."

She scoffed a laugh. The only compliment Ranma had ever given her was on her cooking... and occasionally telling her she was cute to rile her up. Maybe once or twice a passing glance at her body when he thought she wouldn't notice.

Okay... maybe he deserved a little more credit, but not by much. "Not really. He probably prefers a body like Shampoo's... or yours."

"My body's not that great." Ukyo chuckled back. "I mean, compared to other girls-"

"You've got better hips then me. A bigger chest, despite covering it up. You're still a model when you put on a swimsuit, Ukyo."

She could tell by her squirming Akane had managed to catch the young girl off guard. "Aw, come on, stop." She said with a flush. "Now you're making me feel bad."

"For what?"

"For not making friends with you earlier." Ukyo said with a smile.

"If it hadn't been for Ranma, we probably would've been-" Ukyo laughed, cutting her off.

"If it hadn't been for Ranma, we probably wouldn't have met. I never would've chased him to Nermina. I like that we are friends now, I just don't like everything else." She stood up, patting the dirt of her rather toned bottom. "The bell's about the ring. Want to help me pack up the stall?"

Akane smiled. "Sure."

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