Connie gives Akane a wide smile as she raises her arm to twirl her. It really was like her first dance with Steven, in a way; except she was the one bringing Akane out of her "shell" (if a complex about physical and violence could be compared at all to moderate social anxiety). Yet it felt different enough to be entire new; forging new memories that she would treasure instead of dredging up old ones that were painful with the lens of time and maturity laid over them.
"No, I won't forget... No, I won't forget...
These gentle times We'll share forever Long past all Those times are through"
Maybe it's because Connie's taken the boy's role in the dance, even though she's of course not a boy either. And that's good. Akane wouldn't want her to be a boy. She's wonderful how she is already.
"Even when I'm sad... Even when I'm glad... Memories of days I'll never, ever let go."
She comes out of the twirl with her head tilted slightly up, looking up into Connie's big, dark eyes, her heart beating the way it did when Ranma (who she had thought was a girl) had poked in her the back after tricking her into punching through the wall.
At the very end of the dance, Connie dips Akane. She smiles down at her, the warmth in Akane's eyes reflected in hers. What a strange mirror memories can be. Just a few months ago, Connie would've given to share this moment with Steven again, to be that innocent and carefree... but now, she's infinitely more glad that it's just her and Akane.
Connie smiles wider at Akane's thanks, opens her mouth to say something, then-
Remember that intense sparring match that sparked this entire interlude? Connie's finally feeling its effects. Such as losing strength in her legs.
She falls to the side, desperately rolling over so she won't crush Akane beneath her, and ends up flat on her back, laughing.
Akane lets herself get pulled down as well, coming to a thump on the sandy grass right next to Connie, laughing as well.
"Thanks," she repeats. "I-- really needed that, I think. It really does help to know that... I might not be as good as Ranma, but I had a better life than he did. Even with what happened to my mom and everything else. I mean, having to fight my way into school every day was awful, but it's not being wrapped in fish sausage and being tossed into a pit of hungry cats."
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"No, I won't forget...
No, I won't forget...
These gentle times
We'll share forever
Long past all
Those times are through"
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"Even when I'm sad...
Even when I'm glad...
Memories of days I'll never, ever let go."
She comes out of the twirl with her head tilted slightly up, looking up into Connie's big, dark eyes, her heart beating the way it did when Ranma (who she had thought was a girl) had poked in her the back after tricking her into punching through the wall.
"Thanks," she whispers.
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Connie smiles wider at Akane's thanks, opens her mouth to say something, then-
Remember that intense sparring match that sparked this entire interlude? Connie's finally feeling its effects. Such as losing strength in her legs.
She falls to the side, desperately rolling over so she won't crush Akane beneath her, and ends up flat on her back, laughing.
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"Thanks," she repeats. "I-- really needed that, I think. It really does help to know that... I might not be as good as Ranma, but I had a better life than he did. Even with what happened to my mom and everything else. I mean, having to fight my way into school every day was awful, but it's not being wrapped in fish sausage and being tossed into a pit of hungry cats."
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Beat.
"What, what happened to Ranma?"