HI ALL. I just started writing this in class one day... is it worth
finishing? Does anyone have any suggestions? Comments? Praise? Criticism?
This is the first time I have ever tried to write a fan-fic.... soooo...
don't be TOO hard on me! ^_^
                -MISA
ALSO--- title suggestions please?

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TITLE: Experimental
AUTHOR: Marisa Price
NOTE: Please do not sell, publish, or use this document in a less-than-nice
fashion without my permision. Thanks :)

        Mousse had done it again. Shampoo sighed as she place a cool wet
cloth on his bruised and bleeding forehead and securely tucked the sheets
around him.
	Mousse was knocked out cold; or else he would probably be raving something
about her great beauty and his joy at her tender ministrations. Shampoo
sighed again, pulling of Mousse's glasses. She held them up to the light,
and the myriad of cracks and chips caused a prismatic light to glow through
the thick glass and leave a rainbow on the nearby wall. 
	"Great grandmother," Shampoo turned and yelled to Cologne, who was busy in
the kitchen creating her special Amazon-style ramen for their dinner.
	"Yes Shampoo?" Cologne asked as she hopped in on her giant staff, her
gnarled body wrapped around it like monkey grabbing at the limb of a tree.
Long swirling white hair, the only remnant of her 275-year ago Amazonian
beauty, swirled around her like a cape. She looked down at Mousse, the blood
from a cut on his forehead running on her recently cleaned pillows, and
resisted the urge to toss the foolish boy out.
	"What happened this time, Shampoo?" she asked, always ready to be amused by
this obsessed would-be-fiancee of her great-granddaughter's.
	Shampoo threw her hands up in the air, and then crossed them against her
chest. She adopted a perturbed look and began, "Well today when Shampoo make
delivery two men try take ramen noodles from her..."
	Cologne nodded in encouragement for her to go on.
	"And, stupid Mousse come try to stop men. He no realize Shampoo can defend
herself!" she grimaced in exasperation, her hands falling to her sides in
clenched fists, before she continued, "Mousse, as usual, he get wet from
spray of man's hose, and Mousse became duck but still try to defend Shampoo!
He so stupid."
	Cologne looked at her great-granddaughter's flushed face and wondered if
Shampoo was protesting a bit too much. She grimaced, her eyes narrowing as
she considered the situation, and then said, "And did they get the ramen,
Shampoo?"
	"Aiyaa. Yes they get ramen because Shampoo have to run back and save
Mousse. Stupid, stupid, Mousse," Shampoo stood and walked into the kitchen,
opening a sizable drawer. She pulled out a pair of glasses, a particularly
strong pair, from the large assortment collected there for "accidents."
	Shampoo sat down again, placed the glasses on Mousse's face, placed her
hands in her lap and stared at the floor.
	Cologne was amused. She shook her head as she walked out of the room,
sensing that the ramen was ready, chuckling. She thought, "That Mousse just
tries too hard. That on has been trying too hard all his life, poor fool. He
might have a chance against my future-son-in-law if he only played a little
harder to get." She heard Shampoo's voice at her back and turned to look at
her great-granddaughter.
	"What so funny, great-grandmother?" she asked.
	Cologne gave one more quick survey of Mousse's prone form, and then she smiled.
	"You know, Shampoo, Mousse is not so unhandsome when he isn't flapping
about. In fact, at times, his good heart makes him an attractive boy."
	Shampoo looked sharply up at Cologne, and, trying to hide her amazement,
she said, "WHAT you say great-grandmother?"
	Cologne chuckled again. "Maybe I just have a few hundred-years experience
on you, dear child," she commented, turning to go out the door and back into
the kitchen.
	Shampoo was left with quite a lot to think about; she looked at her hands,
still folded in her lap, time passing without notice. She was startled when
she realized Mousse had been staring at her for several minutes, and one of
his hands now covered her own.
	Mousse smiled at her, a tight painful smile, and said, "You stayed,
Shampoo. You took care of me. Thank-you. I only wish I could have..."
	Shampoo stood up quickly, pulling her hands from Mousse's. She shouted at
him, "How many times Shampoo need tell Mousse no need protect Shampoo!"
	Mousse tried sitting up, causing blood to start trickling from his head
again, and he looked more than a bit dizzy, "I am sorry Shampoo, I was only
doing what I thought was right."
	He began to look pale and started to fall sideways.
	"Mousse!" Shampoo shouted, catching him before he could fall and laying him
back against the pillow. "You stay in bed Mousse! Cut deep!
Great-grandmother give you stitches soon."
	He just smiled that sad smile again and said, "I'm all right now, Shampoo.
Honestly I am. And I am sorry if you don't want me to defend you. I... I
just can't seem to help it sometimes... you see... as the one you have chose
to defend you, that cursed Ranma Saotome, has left you time and time again
to save that Akane Tendo... someone else has to..."
	Shampoo cut him off, "Ranma no love Akane! They fight! Akane is such a
violent girl! Ranma will realize soon Shampoo is better, just you wait
Mousse. You leave Shampoo and Ranma alone!"
	"Will he defend you in the crucial moment, Shampoo?" Mousse smiled, and,
his eyes growing heavy, sank back down on the bed and fell asleep.
	Shampoo stood, upset now, and strode out to the front of the Cat-Cafe,
unlocking her bicycle.
	Cologne called from the kitchen, "Where are you going Shampoo?"
	Shampoo turned to her great-grandmother, fury still lighting her eyes, and
said, "I go see Ranma."
	Cologne smiled again at this development. She called after Shampoo as she
rode off, "Tell my future-son-in-law I said hello!"
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	She was furious, furious, furious!! Akane scrubbed her hair violently, as
if trying to wash the anger and the voices out of her head. All the words,
however, were still floating in her mind and echoing in her ears. She had
made Ranma a wonderful meal, she had even tasted it herself!! It was, for
once, not only edible but somewhat good!
	You are gonna kill us all with that cooking of yours, Akane. Why not give
it up tomboy? Leave the cooking to women!!
	"Baka!" she screamed as she dunked her head into the water, rinsing out the
shampoo, then placed her rinsed face in her hands, tears mixing with the
water streaming from her clean , shiny, cropped hair. As if you should talk,
hentai. You made me like you, you jerk, and for some stupid reason I try to
please you! More the idiot am I! Ranma you fool!
	She got out of the bath, letting the somewhat warm water start to drain.
She picked up a warm, fuzzy yellow towel and wiped down her lithe, athletic
figure. She looked in the mirror and though, not bad! She sighed. She was
good enough for Kuno, Shinnosuke, and even... well, she knew Ryouga had some
kind of an attraction for her. But oh no! Not Mr.
high-and-mighty-I-have-Shampoo-Ukyou-and-Kodachi-after-me-Ranma-Saotome! She
thrust her feet into her slippers and strode to the door, sliding it open
with a blow that should have struck Ranma himself. Looking down at the
ground she fumed, storming out of the laundry-room, and right smack into
Ranma-chan, who was coming in the door.
	She looked up, realized who it was, and threw her hand back in attack.
Ranma backed off as quickly as he/she possibly could toward the baths and
said, "Wait wait wait! Akane I didn't know you were in here! Ryouga threw me
into the pond and...."
	Akane shouted, "Pervert!!" and strode up to him/her, thrusting him/her back
into what was left of her warm bathwater.
	Ranma's voice suddenly deepened and he grew before her eyes, "What's the
idea Akane?" he muttered, his boxers, towel, and tank-top now soaking wet.
	"You.. you... jerk!" Akane screamed. "I wanted you to be a man" (this said
particularly scathingly) "for what I am going to do to you!"
	Ranma thrust his hands out in defense, "What, what did I do Akane? Are you
still mad about the dinner? Jeesh. I ate some after you left you know, it
was pretty good... I mean for a tomboy's cooking and all... I was just
teasin ya Akane, ok? OK?" he looked up at her, expecting to see that blue
aura glowing and her body set in destruction position.
	However, the fact that Ranma had actually eaten her food, and admitted he
liked it, was enough to stop her attack. Ranma was surprised to notice tears
at the corners of her eyes, she looked up, her big brown eyes glowing, and
asked, 'Oh Ranma, do you mean it?"
	Ranma hoisted himself out of the bathtub and smiled.
	"Sure I meant it Akane! You think I" :here he gave her a wicked grin:
"would eat it if I couldn't stand it?"
	"Ranma..." Akane sighed and turned to leave, "have a nice bath..." she
muttered as she started to walk out.
	Suddenly, Ranma was behind her, his hand on her shoulder, turning her to
face him. He lifted up her chin with his hand and looked down at her,
	He asked cautiously, "Does this mean I am forgiven? Or should I be waiting
for a surprise attack?"
	All of a sudden Akane's eyes began to glitter mischievously. She smiled up
at him and said, "Oh I would be prepared for the surprise attack..." and
then she reached up and pulled his head down to hers.
	"Akan...!" Ranma began to shout, but it was too late... she already was
kissing him as if her life depended on it. Ranma began to sweat and chills
overtook his body. What was he going to do? If he rejected her she would
kill him! Then, he began to realize how pleasurable the kiss really was,
and, he remembered how cute she had looked right before she grabbed him....
Ranma finally gave into the inevitability of it all and tightened his arms
around Akane, his fiancee, his best friend, and.... something else he would
have to think about later..... he deepened the kiss and realized that this
was something he had wanted to do for a very long time.
	Ryouga came trotting down the hallway, P-chan in form after his tussle with
Ranma in the pond, and was heading for the baths to clean up and turn back
into himself. He was amazed that he had actually found the bathroom so
quickly in this enormous house! Maybe he was getting better at all that
direction-dyslexia problem... However, this thought quickly disappeared from
his mind when he waddled into the bathroom, looked up, and saw his worst
nightmare.
	Ranma and Akane. KISSING.
	"BWEEEE!!!!" a black lightning bolt of piglet fired against Ranma, who,
though distracted, by reflex blocked Ryouga's attack; it ended the kiss,
however.
	Akane realized that it was P-chan, picked him up and began to calm him. She
thought that the way Ranma had been holding her had scared her little pet...
maybe he thought Ranma was attacking her. Akane paused mid-thought. The way
Ranma had been holding her.... She suddenly, P-Chan blubbering in her arms,
turned to look at Ranma, but was only in time to see Ranma's shadow as he
slid the bathroom door shut. Not a word. What is he thinking? Why is he
hiding in the bathroom?
	Then, like a slap, it hit Akane what had happened. What had really
happened, and all the connotations of what it might mean tore at her. Tears
began again to flow down her cheeks, dripping on P-Chan. She thought, Oh
Ranma, Ranma.... what have I done?!"
	Akane fled from the laundry room, ran to her room, slammed the door, flung
herself down on the bed and began to cry. She looked up at the frame and
picture that Ranma had given her that past Christmas and stared at his
handsome face.
	Oh Ranma, she thought, What are we exactly? Are we friends? or fiancees? or
enemies?
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