Well, you can't get rid of me ... it's long, but please read and comment on it !!! (if that doesn't work, please via PN or clara_1242002@yahoo.de)
PS: excuse the title, I couldn't think of anything better ...

"someone is talking"
* someone thinks *
+ Actions, sounds +
(my comments)

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Preface:
Akane and Ranma are 19 years old and have more or less successfully completed their school leaving exams. They were able to talk their fathers out of marrying them and now mostly get along relatively well. Except for minor and major disputes, they're pretty good friends.

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The white gleamed in the afternoon sun. He was menacingly encircled by the white opponents. How he was going to get out of this tricky situation was a mystery to him. It had to be ... DA! There it was, the void he was looking for, the void that saved him. He was saved.

"RANMA DU TROTTEL !!!"

The voice of his youngest daughter, Akane, could not be overheard.Angry at the words addressed to her earlier, she replied in a, well ... loud tone. Nonetheless, one could sense the young woman behind her angry tone.
Her blue-black hair framed her face. Wild and confused. Only to get into the right position with the greatest care and patience and to be disheveled again in a few careless seconds. Yes, attention was required.
She was a tomboy - she didn't let herself be told, put up with anything and resisted anything that displeased her in any way.

"Macho woman, macho woman!"

A young voice across the garden answered provocatively. She suggested that the owner of this voice must be a young man. Much deeper, darker than the girl's voice, which had previously insulted him, it could be heard and further irritated the angry girl.

A buzz in the air, a shadow that flew across the garden. On closer inspection, if you managed to do that in view of the enormous speed, you could see something ... something ... brown-gray?!?A ... brick maybe? But why on earth was a large piece of stone flying with equally remarkable speed through a beautifully landscaped garden in the afternoon quiet of Nerima? Well, the silence was disturbed, of course, but still, there was usually silence ... lunch break.

+ Dewlap +

A splinter startled the birds in the vicinity.
"Woah! Since when ..."

+ bang +

Another item followed the piece of stone. This time it was something brown, could a ... hmm ... BE HAMMER? Who in the world threw colossal pieces of wood and bricks in the area? That was dangerous!

"Hrmpfgrumblm ..." an indefinable sound could be heard from the young man. The sight it was showing was pitiful.
A, now you could see the piece of wood ..., a wooden hammer had landed on his head, more precisely on his forehead. Fortunately, the brick had missed him. It adorned the wall on the other side of the garden.Soun turned back to his threatened black stone. He was used to the daily quarrels between his youngest and her fiancé. He felt a little sorry for Ranma, but he could defend himself, he knew that. The boy with the braid was perfectly capable of fighting back. He had become strong and fast through the 10-year training trip with his father and the daily training that he never missed here. Even so, Akane's father sometimes wondered how he survived his daughter's attacks. Getting such a gigantic hammer thrown on the head was no small feat, even for a seasoned material artist like him.
The Go board in front of him repeatedly caught his attention. The black stone ... it had to be saved. Yes, somehow the gap that saved us earlier had disappeared ...
"Saotome ... !!! I'm sure that the stone is not there before ... you, a rice ball!" "Where?!?" When the head of his go partner turns away from the game board, Soun quickly removed the white stone in order to be able to save his black man.Kasumi looked at her father and his partner with amused astonishment. They always cheated on each other so that it was balanced in the end, actually an irony. With a quiet sigh at the sometimes childish her and Ranma's father, she turned to the kitchen to prepare dinner. She would shortly afterwards with On ... Dr. Stop by tofu to get new bandages. He really was a lovely man, if a little strange at times. She liked him very much, he was polite, decent and smart. She wasn't sure, but sometimes it seemed to her that he was kind of ... nervous when she came to bring him food or get new bandages. A low sigh escaped her. Didn't he like her the way she liked him? Sometimes she had such a strange feeling that his skeleton Betty interested him more than she interested him. Well, maybe he didn't mean it, she had always wondered how he could see something with fogged glasses.(Note from the author: somehow Kasumi is already naive ... * gg *)

A groan escaped the meanwhile 19-year-old Ranma and told her that he would soon be hungry. "Akane!" she called for her little sister and hoped that she had calmed down a bit in the meantime, a new roof would be beyond her financial means. She knew that she could trust the still unconscious Ranma of her younger sister.
They might quarrel often, but it was clear that they liked each other in spite of everything. She also wanted to quickly see Dr. Stop by tofu and bring him a packed lunch, she owed him that, given all the work Akane and Ranma did for him at times. "Akane, would you come and put an ice pack on Ranma? I have to go to Dr. Tofu for a moment, we will probably run out of bandages soon!" "Yes, I will!"
She knew Ranma was in good hands and calmly set off on her way.

"Well, Ranma, what happened to you?"Nabiki's voice slowly brought him back to reality." You probably annoyed Akane too much again ... if you hadn't made my last photos of me disappear, I might have said that she was practicing hammer throwing while you and Arima Daisuke (I'll just say that Ranma's buddies are called that, OK?) Were out. Although, you would not have escaped a small fee after all. "Shaking her head, she turned away to meet one of her contacts in town. She had heard that Kuno wanted new photos of Akane and Ranma-chan
(Ranma = male, Ranma-chan = female).
She was reluctant to miss this opportunity.

"Exactly, Ranma, what happened?" Akane's mocking voice could be heard just above him. His fiancée took the hammer from his face and he looked straight into her face, her eyes.
The light of the afternoon sun illuminated him and a sizable bump that was slowly turning red and growing on his forehead."A UFO hit me, at least I think it could have been a truck ..." He felt how Akane grabbed him firmly, but carefully, under the armpits and put his arm over his shoulders in order to transport him inside To be able to support the house better. He could feel the warmth of her body through her training gown. "An ice pack first or a bath first?"
He twisted out of her grip, grabbed her waist and walked with her, ignoring her protest and fidgeting, towards the kitchen. "Couldn't you tell me ..." he put her down and looked at her pleadingly out of his blue eyes. "... bring an ice pack into the bathroom?" She looked at him as if she wanted to say something else, but then let it go and just sighed. "Yes, but you'll help me wash the dishes." "Deal, you get the ice pack, I'm going to the bathroom in the meantime ... but don't forget to knock ..." he added with a slight wink. He only heard the indignant "Hmpf!" of Akane as she took the ice out of the freezer to put it in a plastic bag.Smiling, he turned away and made his way to the bathroom. He still remembered the warmth of her body, her caution not to hurt him when she tried to bring him into the house. She was strong and yet so delicate. He was afraid of hurting her, so he was always a bit reluctant to train, which in turn infuriated her and gave him the hammer on the head.
Lost in thought, he went up to the bathroom. In the kitchen he could still hear her at work as he closed the door behind him. Slowly he undressed and then looked at his considerable lump, which now adorned his head.
A knock on the door made him spin. He had looked closely at his lump and had come to the conclusion that although you could see it, it was not too big. He quickly wrapped a bath towel around his hips.
“Yes!” The door opened and Akane entered. With an ice pack in one hand, the door opened and came across the bathroom towards him.She looked thoughtfully at his forehead. "Ranma, I think ..." she grinned and pressed the bag into his hand "... your thick skull has a crack." "Haha, really funny." He grabbed the ice pack and pressed it to his forehead. With a chuckle, Akane left the bathroom.

The hot water washed comfortably around his body, relaxed his muscles and steamed warm on his face. Pressing the ice firmly on his bump, he let himself slide deeper into the water.
* Phew, that really hurt. I have to be more careful, I don't want to have the hammer in my face again. *

Akane was meanwhile back in her room and was preparing her clothes that she wanted to wear afterwards: a short skirt and a sleeveless T-shirt, appropriate for the warm summer time.
* Hmph, why does Ranma always have to start teasing me. So what? Am I not as good as he is, at least I have more brains than he does, he only passed the final exams with a bang.And that's only because I practiced with him for an hour every day. I somehow have to watch that I get a job, a year of doing nothing was quite pleasant, but in the long run it's boring. Hmm what could I do, I'd best ask Kasumi ... *
Lost in thought, she made her way to the bathroom.
"Ranma, did you drown? I want to bathe before dinner too, or do you think you're the only one who sweated?" "Yeah, take it easy, I'll be done soon ..." came his voice dull through the door. Shortly afterwards a splash could be heard and after a few minutes Ranma opened the door.
“OK, you can go in now.” Mumbling a thank you, she walked past him into the bathroom. She could still hear the clatter of dishes