Nekohaten 12:00AM-

Both Shampoo and Mouse were getting ready for bed, in their separate rooms. When they had the same genius idea. Reverse psychology.

True, the goals of the idea were different as were the methods to achieve their goals, but it was the same basic principle. Of course neither Amazon warrior was going to tell the other about their genius plan, knowing that the only way it will work is if the other doesn't know about it.

'Tomorrow,' they each thought as they snuggled down and dreamed happy dreams of being with their loves.

Tendo residence 6:00AM- Akane's P.O.V.

For Akane the day started the same way that most of her days started lately. She woke up before her alarm clock, a.k.a. Ranma's daily butt kicking session with his father, started. This was a more recent habit, that she had started after the two teens returned from Jusenkyou. She liked leaving for her morning jog before Mr. Saotome became a panda. She did this to avoid the confrontation that usually followed; lately it had been to stressful for her to deal with.

As Akane tied her jogging shoes on she noticed a folded piece of paper with her name on just sitting in the entrance hall. Curious, she opened it

Dear Akane,

Lately I have noticed your attempts to keep the peace in this house by avoiding conflicts with Ranma. I and the rest of the family, I'm sure, appreciate the gesture and feel that now would be the perfect time to take it to the next step. I request that you stop avoiding Ranma and just not use your mallet. I know this will be difficult for you, but consider that by avoiding Ranma you are actually doing more harm to your relationship. Also, I only request that you do this for a week, kind of like a test. If you won't do it for your relationship with Ranma, do it for me. Ranma's birthday is in a few days, and I don't want there to be any more damage to the house until the party.

Love,

Kasumi

P.S. I would appreciate this if you would keep this quiet from Ranma. He doesn't know about the party.

Akane folded the paper up and slipped it into her sports bra. 'At least I know it'll remain a secret from Ranma there,' she thought , only slightly bitter over her fiancé's sometimes overly impressive bust.

She started her run, knowing that this would probably be the only quiet time today to consider her sister's request. It stung a little, 'I haven't malleted him since we got back.' This was mostly because she had been avoiding so as not to mallet him. The longer she ran, the more she realized that Kasumi was right. 'I can't avoid him forever. Even if the avoidance is with the best of intentions.'

Akane perked up at her next thought, 'Besides the more often I use it against him, the better his chances are of learning how to use it.' She giggled to herself at the thought of an invincible mallet wielding hentai-hating Ranma. She could just see him running down the street laughing like Kodachi and shouting the magic words "Insert name no baka/hentai!"

When she returned home she was in the best mood she had been in in a long time. She hummed to herself as she kicked off her shoes and announced her arrival home. She skipped down the hall, to the furo, for a quick spray down before breakfast. In the changing room, she made sure that the furo was empty before she took off her jogging clothes, then grabbing a towel she flung open the door.

Of course Ranma was on the other side of the door, getting out of the tub, all naked and wet and male.

Akane's eyes widened as she took in the sight of him. 'My he's grown,' she thought, trying very hard not to follow a drop of water that was trailing from his muscular chest, to his chiseled abs, and lower with her eyes. She succeeded, but barely.

Neither said anything for a long time. Instead they drank in the sight of each other, wondering when the other would move.

Finally Akane broke the silence, "You might want to hurry Ranma, and we don't want to be late for school." Then, without taking her eyes away from his she stepped backwards and closed the door. Taking a deep breath.

Ranma's P.O.V.

Ranma had just finished tying his father into a knot and slam-dunking him into the koi pond. He was feeling good about himself this morning, until he noticed two things. One: Yet again Akane had left for her run without him and Two: He had magically sprouted breasts.

'Stupid day,' he thought darkly as he made his way to the furo. Even before he reached the changing room, he was slipping his shirt off, so that he could wring it out quickly and take a quick soak before breakfast.

While in the tub, he tried his best not to think about anything, especially Akane, and how she was avoiding him. 'What's up with the tomboy? She's been avoiding me ever sense we go home.' It hurt him a little that she was doing that. Ever sense he had fought Saffron, he wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. He had even tried some of her cooking, just to see her smile. The hour of dry heaving after word wasn't worth it. All it did was prove how desperate he was to make her happy.

On that lack luster note, Ranma noticed that he was pruning up. 'Time for breakfast,' he thought as he stood up. The door opened as he was reaching for his towel. There stood a naked Akane, who was obviously expecting an empty room.

'Damn,' he thought not sure if he meant because his day had just gone from bad to non-existent, or because his mind had suddenly gone blank.

He valiantly tried not to let his gaze slip from her ever-expanding eyes, but there are just some things that are too hard to resist. For some odd reason his mind flashed to the first time she had ever seen him as male. 'She didn't say anything then either!' he panicked. He was quite certain that this was going to be the last time he saw her as ever again. 'She's either going to kill me or dump me!' Both options weren't good.

He was so panicked that he almost missed what she said, "You might want to hurry Ranma, and we don't want to be late for school," before she disappeared behind the door.

'What the hell just happened?' he wondered as he grabbed the towel and wrapped it around his waist.