I watched as Ranma and Akane sparred in the dojo, my dark brown eyes following his every move. I had to admit, he was impressive - lightning fast reflexes, incredible strength, and an unyielding determination. But what truly drew me in was the way he carried himself with such confident, almost arrogant pride. It was infuriating, really. And yet, I couldn't look away

I kept my expression carefully neutral, hiding the turmoil of emotions swirling inside me. Love, desire, longing - they all warred within me as I observed my sister's fiancé. No one had ever affected me this way before. Ranma was like a drug, and I was already addicted.

When my father announced the marriage proposal, I had leapt at the chance. I wanted Ranma, plain and simple. It didn't matter that he seemed oblivious to my feelings, or that he could transform into a girl when splashed with cold water. None of that mattered in the face of my all-consuming desire. He was getting married to Akane but I knew Akane didn't want to marry him so I went to sit next to my father and I begged and pleaded to change the arrangement so I could marry him instead of her. He agreed and Ranma's father Genma also agreed to the new arrangement, so they said they would announce the new engagement at dinner