The Shikima Interface
Chapter two part two, Girls just want to have fun.
This is not that Hentai, Most of the nasty stuff will be in
part three.
A fan fiction based on the Manga by Rumiko Takahashi,
Ranma 1/2
and the anime La Blue Girl.
This is a lemon. Another word for porn. If that offends you do
not read this.
It also may contain NC sex if that offends you don't read
this.
If you think anything might offend you don't read this.
Any one else. Please for gods sake read this and let me know
what you think.
A note concerning symbols. This {} means inserted thoughts
by the demons in the story..
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Pain, the last thing Nabiki could remember was pain. He
had pulled Shampoo's head into his lap and was stroking it,
and then...nothing, just pain. The pain was gone now, and he
could feel himself laying on the floor. Nabiki opened his eyes
and noticed the Amazon sitting beside him. That fact caused
him to start slightly. The only way she could be doing that
would be if her legs were free. Which meant...
"Is you ok Nabiki?"
Nabiki closed his eyes. I'm dead. He opened his eyes a
crack, and started back at seeing Shampoo's face inches from
his own. >Whack< "Damm" Nabiki cursed, his hand
reflexively reaching around to the back of his head. As he
rubbed the spot where his head had connected with the floor,
he glared at Shampoo. "A little room if you don't mind," he
said in a sour voice. "Unless you're planing on killing me
here and now.
Shampoo gave a laugh, and said. "You so silly, why
Shampoo kill?" With that she tossed a leg over his hips and
settled down. Leaning forward she said in a husky voice.
"You so rough before, you treat Shampoo so bad." She
brought her mouth down beside Nabiki's ear and said in a
passion filled voice. "Do again." She started to slid her pelvis
back and forth, grinding her bare crotch into the rapidly
growing bulge in his pants. Nabiki felt wetness, and realized
that Shampoo was so hot she was soaking through his pajama
bottoms.
He let his head fall back with a thump on the floor.
"Ouch, goddamn." He said, as his tender head complained of
this treatment. Once again he reached around and rubbed his
head. He looked up at the figure above him and noted the
glazed look in her eyes. "You took Ryouga's potion." he
said, not as a question but as a statement of fact.
Shampoo nodded her head vigorously. "Uh hu, Uh hu,
Shampoo all better now, no turn cat no more."
Nabiki sat up abruptly, tumbling Shampoo off his lap
and onto the floor. "Great, it turned Ryouga into a sex
maniac, it turned Ranma into a nymphomaniac, and now it
seems to have dissolved what little brains you had, and you
think it's great you don't turn into a cat anymore. Great, just
great."
"Why Shampoo's husband shove Shampoo off? He was
happy with Shampoo, Shampoo could feel."
Nabiki could feel too. His body was very annoyed with
him, and his balls were starting to pain him greatly. As well
his cock was fully erect and once again painfully pressing
against the front of his too tight pajama bottoms.
This self denial thing is starting to get a little ridiculous,
he thought. Still he had no intention of giving in to this bodies
demands, not during the current situation anyway. Instead he
told Shampoo. "Turn around." A minute later he had freed
her hands from their tight bondage. A second after that, she
glomped him. "Ack," he exclaimed in shock. He tried
futilely to free himself from her grasp, but she easily
overpowered his efforts. He toppled over backward, and
ended up with her on top of him, her body laying along the
length of his. She writhed on top of him, grinding her breasts
into his chest, and her crotch into his groin. He attempted to
yell at her, but his voice was cut off by a passionate kiss. He
froze, then let all his muscles relax, and just lay there waiting
for her to finish.
Shampoo, feeling his body go slack, broke the kiss and
lifted herself up. Looking him in the eye she asked. "What
matter?"
"Get_Off_Of_Me!" Nabiki said in a voice that could
have chilled a raging fire. Shampoo felt a shudder run
through her at his icy tone. She quickly got off of him and
knelt on the floor beside his prone body.
Nabiki heaved himself into a sitting position and glared
at Shampoo. "I did not give you permission to touch me." He
hissed, his voice still icy. Shampoo started back from the
venom in his eyes. "S...Sha...Shampoo, sor...sorry." She
stuttered out. Nabiki continued to glare at her, but inside a
fire was building in reaction to Shampoo's behavior. Which
made what Nabiki had to do all the harder. The events of the
last little while had given him a great distaste for tormenting
caged tigers. The bonds might be gone, but that thrice cursed
potion was still twisting Shampoo's mind. Nabiki's lust for
control was inflamed by Shampoo's behavior, but the rational
mind that was never far away, told him it was all a
fraud...Nabiki Tendo did not own fakes. He might sell them,
but anything he owned was the real thing. He did not intend
to start with Shampoo.
"No thank you," he said in a flat voice.
"What, Shampoo no understand?"
With the same flat voice he elaborated. "I said, no thank
you, not interested, take your wares and peddle them
elsewhere, vamoose, get lost, hit the road Jill."
"W..why?" Shampoo said, her voice on the verge of
breaking. Her emotions were in a fragile state after the
emotional shock of losing Ranma. "Shampoo no understand,
Shampoo know you like Shampoo." She reached forward and
tried to touch the bulge in his pants.
The motion was tentative and Nabiki easily slapped her
hand aside. "I said, don't touch me...not unless I give you
permission." He said with no emotion in his voice. Despite
that, Shampoo perked up, the qualifier seemed to hold out
some hope.
"What Shampoo need to do? How she make Nabiki give
permission?"
"Go home." Shampoo quailed at the uncompromising
tone in his voice, but he was not finished. "Stop taking the
potion. I don't want to see you again until I can hold you in
my lap and scratch your ears. Do that, and maybe we can
talk." Nabiki glared at the downcast ex-amazon.
"B...bu...but why? Why you want Shampoo be cat?"
"I don't have to explain myself to you. I've given my
conditions, either meet them or forget me. Either way I don't
much care."
Shampoo stared at him in shock. He returned her stare
with a look of complete indifference. Her expression started
to crack, and tears started to run down her face. "Shampoo
go." She said in a broken voice, then it firmed, "but she come
back. She not lose husband twice." She turned to leave, but
came to a halt as Nabiki spoke, his voice uncompromising.
"Shampoo, don't get the wrong idea!! If you come back,
you're mine! I'm not your's! I'll own you...and I'll use you."
He turned to look at her, his eyes burning with barely
suppressed passion. "Believe it, don't go getting romantic
ideas. I'm not Ranma. I'm a hard miserable bitch. Think
about that before you show your face here again."
"Hai," Shampoo managed to get out. "Sh...Shampoo,
understand. Shampoo think about what you say." She turned
and disappeared out the window.
Nabiki sat staring at the place she had stood for a long
moment. "And people wonder why I don't have a
boyfriend." He finally said, in a voice filled with self derision.
Then he flinched as the adrenaline bled out of his body and he
became aware of his balls opinion of his actions. They were
sore and aching, and blamed it all on him. "That's it, you're
history." He said in a firm voice. He got up and headed
for the door. "I've had as much fun as I can stand for awhile."
He said in a sarcastic tone of voice. "Time to wash you guys
out of my lap."
"Ranma No Baka." echoed down the hall, followed by
the sound of a small body impacting with a wall.
"Aa true love." Nabiki said as Akane-kun slammed out
of the bathroom and walked past him, fairly bristling in
outrage. "Nice to see that some things are constant." He
walked through the door and stopped.
Ranma was bent over the lip of the furo. She seemed to
be fishing things out of it. Even as Nabiki watched she tossed
a wooden bucket over her shoulder and into the scrub area, all
the while muttering to herself. "Stupid uncute tomboy." Each
movement she made was punctuated with jerks of her hips.
Nabiki felt a ball of hot lead forming in his groin as he found
himself staring at her waving hips. His eyes zeroed in on the
small pink bull's-eye pouting from between her legs. The
Instant Nanniichuan chose that moment to start its final
breakdown. Nabiki was suddenly flooded with a dozen times
the magic that had been trickling steadily into his system for
the last few hours. The effect was extreme.
Fuck it, I've been Mr. nice guy long enough. Nabiki
stripped off his top and bottom. He strode towards Ranma,
his cock pointing the way like a compass needle. His eyes
focused on her waving ass. Falling to his knees he grabbed
her hips and thrust forward with all his might. Ranma gave a
squawk as she felt Nabiki's hips slap against her upturned
ass. Spinning out from between Nabiki's clasping hands she
yelled at her. "What the fuck are you doing Nabiki? You
scared the hell out of me!" Nabiki did not answer, she was
too busy looking down at the breasts that had suddenly
sprouted on her chest.
"Nabiki!?" Ranma yelled in her face.
"Aa he, he," Nabiki laughed weakly. "Just a little joke."
Ranma just shook her head in disgust, and left the room,
looking over her shoulder at Nabiki until she was through the
door.
Nabiki watched her go, a sheepish look on her face. The
minute Ranma was out the door her expression hardened.
She hated being seen as anything other than in full control of
herself. Nabiki had a reputation for being an ice queen. It
was not true of course, she had lapses, but people tended to
forget them due to a strategy she had devised a long time ago.
As soon as possible after one of her human failings, she tried
to do, or cause something, that would make people forget her
loss of cool. Ranma had experience one such episode herself.
It had followed Nabiki running in terror from a panda with a
young girl slung over it's shoulder. At that time Nabiki
solution had been to fondle Ranma's breast in public, twice.
People remembered that, and tended to forget the running in
terror part.
Now what was she going to do to make sure Ranma
never thought about this incident again?
Regent stifled a groan. Injured Demons who drew
attention to the fact they were injured did not survive long.
He could feel the damage to his body, and knew it was bad.
A scream of agony ripped through the room. He barely
repressed a reflexive move to look. Two thousand years had
dulled his reflexes badly. Once upon a time he would not
have moved a muscle at the sound. Opening his eyes just
enough to see, he looked across the room and saw...Urgant?
The fake Abbot was free of his imprisonment, and was
not a happy camper. No longer looking like a harmless monk,
he had shed that seeming and now appeared in his true form.
Regant swallowed in fear. He had never seen Urgant in his
true form before, and he doubted the ex-Extefan had either,
or else he would never have dared imprison him.
Urgant was a dozen feet tall, with several heads and
arms. As well he had the multiple penile tentacles of a high
level demon.
As they grew in power, it became a status symbol for
Shikima demons to manifest excessive numbers of large
prehensile penises. Regant had always thought they took it to
a ridiculous level. Look at the king, he would say to his
acquaintances. He's satisfied with a single substantial cock.
Of course Regant was a low rung demon and had only the
one solitary penis. So, maybe he was just suffering from
multiple penis envy.
Right at the moment Urgant was making good use of his
penises. He had them wrapped around Nendex's body, and
was holding the screaming demon against the wall with them.
This left his hands free, and at the moment all five of them
were wrapped around Nendex's head. Regant recognized
what was going on. Urgant was raping Nendex's mind for all
his memories of the time Urgant had spent trapped, and he
was not being careful as to how he did it. As Regent looked
on in horror Nendex's body began to smolder, and then burst
into flame. Urgant merely stood there and held the blazing
body as he sucked out every thought and memory he could.
Finished at last, he dropped the now charred corpse and with
an angry oath walked over to the wall containing the viewing
screen. Reaching out he ripped it from the wall and
examined the vaguely organic material that had been
concealed behind it.
By the demon kings, Regant swore to himself. That's no
ordinary power reservoir. There's enough capacity there to
power a dozen viewing screens. Then he noticed the charred
sections, and felt a sick lump form in his stomach. The
energy that had vaporized Extefan and Ergan had damaged
the storage reservoir as well. Regant suddenly understood
Urgant's haste in questioning Nendex. It was a miracle they
had not already been blown to there component atoms, and
their spirits sent back to the Shikima realm. Confined as this
life had been, Regant had no desire to be trapped for a
hundred years in the Shikima realm. A Shikima demon could
not die the true death on earth, but they could and did in their
home dimension. No, Regant would take boring over the
chance of permanent death any day.
Regant began to watch Urgant with an fierce intensity.
He was not behaving like a person with a only a few minutes
left to exist. His movements were deliberate. There was a
purpose behind his actions. The sulfureous oaths he was
muttering as he worked indicated he was not happy with that
purpose, but that he had no choice. Even as Regant watched
he placed both hands on two conductor surfaces and
screamed. Not a loud order, or a yell of triumph, but a soul
shaking cry of agony. Despite the pain he did not lift his
hands from the contact points. As Regant watched, Urgant's
body shuddered, and Regent's undersight saw Urgant's spirit
separate from it's corporal body. There was a brilliant flash
of light and all was quiet. The hulk of Urgant's now vacant
body swayed back and forth for several seconds and then
crashed to the floor with an impact that raised dust in every
corner of the room.
Regant could only stare in shock. This was impossible, a
demon could not exist in the mortal world for long without a
corporal form. What was Urgant doi...
"The bastard!...the lousy stinking rat bastard!!" Regant
swore. A trick, it had all been a trick, not just on Ryouga, but
on his fellow demons as well. Urgant never had any intention
of sitting back and using the Jusenkyo cursed as play toys.
He had intended all along to download himself into one of
them. Regant had a pretty good idea of which one to. Urgant
had made no secret of his desire for control of the male
Amazon. Now that Regent knew the truth he could
understand that desire.
Urgant's penises were not just tools for pleasure, but
weapons he had used for eons. As a human he would be
limited. The Amazon's skill with chains would partial offset
that limitation, especially with the latent telekinetic ability
they had theorized the Amazon might possess. Ryouga's
memories were not that clear on the subject of the Amazon
male, but what he did remember hinted that more than just
manual dexterity was involved in the way he could handle his
chains.
The shaking of the temple brought his attention back to
the current situation. His anger at Urgant's duplicity was a
waste of time, and he had very little of that commodity left.
Weakly, he dragged his damaged body towards the two
contact points Urgant had used. Reaching them he slapped
his hands down. With no one around to impress he did not
even try to hold in his screaming. As the energy in the
reservoir extracted his spirit from the shattered shell of his
body, he felt like...his soul was being ripped out of his body.
Which only made sense. Then blessed relief the last shred of
his spirit was freed of its corporal bindings and the pain
stopped. He felt a sensation of being compressed and hurled
at a great speed. The walls of the temple blurred towards
him, and he felt a brief drag as the power holding him
punched through the wards on the outer temple walls, and
then he was free. If he had still had lungs, he would have
gasped in relief, at the cessation of pain. He closed his eyes
and savored it's absence.
Unheard and un-sensed by him the power reservoir back
in the temple lost its battle to survive and gave up its integrity
in a blast that left a five hundred foot crater where a two
thousand year old building had stood. On the rim of the
valley a female cat looked down at the sight of the explosion.
Giving in to curiosity she walked down into the valley and
became the first female creature to enter the valley in two
millennium. Five hours later, having determined there was
nothing to kill or eat in the valley, she left.
Regant gave one last sigh of pleasure at having escaped
certain dis-corporation. Then he slowly began to orient
himself. Extending his senses he started to search for the tell
tale traces of Shikima energy. There, like a ball of fire, that
must be the red head. Near by were two smaller sources, but
there was something strange about them. They were not the
raw chaotic magic of a broken Jusenkyo curse. They were
not in fact artificial at all. They must be demons. It would be
wise to avoid them until he could approach on equal footing.
He did not even consider for an instant using Ranma as a
source of power. Trying to tap that level of energy would be
like a human suckling on a high tension power line. He
looked elsewhere. There, he spotted a familiar source he
recognized, Shampoo, but he moved on. He had no desire to
be trapped in a female body. Another source impinged on his
senses. The male amazon, and that meant...Urgant, he hissed
to himself, silently cursing his fearless leader. Turning from
that source he began looking for his target.
He frowned and strained his senses to the utmost.
Where was Ryouga? He could not sense him anywhere.
That was impossible, he could see all the other known
sources. Where was Ryouga?
"Where the hell am I?" Ryouga screamed into the
echoing darkness. He had fled the Nekohanten in shame. His
only goal, to distance himself from the evil he had done. He
had run for what seemed like hours, and now he was as lost
as he had ever been in his life. He heard a sound behind him.
"Hello," he shouted, "is anyone there?"
"Why yes, why do you ask lunch?"
At the sound of that watery, slurred voice Ryouga
strained his eyes, trying to see into the darkness. His eyes
widened in shock at what slithered out of the dark. The multi
tentacle monstrosity reached out towards him, and Ryouga
pulled his umbrella from it's position on top of his backpack.
"No one!!!" He screamed as he charged at the looming
monstrosity. "CALLS ME LUNCH!!!"
Back in the Tendo Kitchen the clatter of pans and the
sound of a knife chopping attracted attention.
"Ranma, what do you think you're doing?" Akane
shouted from the kitchen door. Ranma looked around from
where she was cooking. Akane was female again. She had
come down to the kitchen earlier and heated some water
while Ranma was still in the bathroom. She was dressed in a
simple summer frock, and looked very cute. Typically
Ranma ignored that, and answered her question.
"What's it look like? Kasumi's ready to eat meals are
gone. Someone who can cook has to make something."
Akane glowered at Ranma. "I was going to make
breakfast this morning. I put all the ingredients out last night
so I would have them ready."
"That explains the sour milk and melted butter." Ranma
said, turning back to the stove. "Why don't you go and sit
down? This stir fry will be ready in a minute."
"Stir fry? For breakfast?"
"Why not? At least it's edible, unlike some things I
could mention."
"And just what is that suppose to mean!?" Akane said as
she advanced on Ranma, mayhem in her eyes. "I'll have you
know my cooking is much better. I've been practicing."
"Yea I know, and don't think I ain't grateful."
Akane stopped her advance and looked at Ranma in
shock. "Yo..You are?"
"Yea, since you started practicing every morning there
hasn't been a cat within miles of this place. Guess it's true,
what they say about animals being able to sense catastrophe
coming."
"Ranma_No_Baka!!" Ranma ducked under Akane's
swing, and then somersaulted over her head to avoid her side
kick. Laughing she ran into the dining room, still carrying the
pan of stir fry. She had not dropped a single piece of food.
"Have to do better than that Akane," she taunted.
Setting the food on the table she swayed to the side to avoid
another blow from Akane. Leaping off the porch she landed
in the yard by the Koi pond. Pulling down an eyelid she stuck
her tongue out at the fuming Akane who dashed into the yard
after her.
Nabiki came down the stairs, grumping at the noise.
"Lord don't those two ever stop." Akane could only have
gotten a few hours sleep last night before Ranma had come
home. Yet there she was chasing the laughing Ranma like
she had just had 12 hours of solid sleep.
Of course Nabiki had never been a morning person.
That was not the only reason for her bad mood of course.
She had taken it for granted that a bit of hot water, and the
removal of her masculine form would solve the problems she
had been having controlling herself.
Such had not been the case. After a hot bath she had
returned to her room and started to clean up all evidence of
Shampoo's visit. As she had handled the various ties and
bindings she had started to recall how Shampoo had looked in
them. From there she started to remember how good it had
felt to have Shampoo under her thumb. Before she knew it
she was laying on her back, plunging her fingers into her
overheated sex. Images of what she had done, and what she
could have done to Shampoo flitted through her head. It did
not take long. She experienced one of the best orgasms she
had ever had. Afterwards she could only lay panting on her
bed, wondering what the hell had happened to her legendary
cool.
The argument that it was only the effect of the curse did
nothing to settle her mind. Instant Nanniichuan was
temporary. Besides, she was a girl now. Why was she
having these thoughts about Shampoo? For a brief moment
she regretted the impulse that had made her chase Shampoo
away. She stifled the errant thought. She had done the right
thing. Shampoo would never consider coming back to her.
Not after the warning she had given her. Soon Nabiki would
be back to her old self.
A sudden shout from Ranma drew her attention.
"Careful Akane, you don't want to be changing into a
guy again do you, be a shame to ruin that pretty dress."
Ranma was standing on the opposite side of the Koi pond
from Akane. Whichever way she moved, Ranma moved the
opposite, keeping that expanse of cold water between them.
Akane was very hesitant. She had experienced very powerful
emotions as a boy. She was not sure if she wanted to be a
guy again.
"If you weren't such a coward, you'd come over here
and fight me fair."
Ranma just laughed and stayed where she was.
Nabiki spoke up from the her position on the porch. "I
wouldn't worry about getting wet Akane. I changed back
without water about an hour ago. I only splashed you about
twenty minutes after I was changed. The instant Nanniichuan
must have worn off ages ago."
"Thanks a lot, Nabiki," Ranma said, sarcastically,
keeping a cautious eye on Akane. For her part Akane had a
smile on her face.
"No more hiding Ranma. Here's where you get yours."
With that she jumped across the pond towards Ranma.
Unfortunately, her foot slipped as she jumped, and she came
up short on the opposite edge of the pond. Her arms wind
milled desperately in an attempt to keep her balance. Just as
she started to fall backwards Ranma darted forward and
grabbed the front of her dress. For a minute they stood there,
Ranma holding Akane just on the edge of falling into the
pond.
"Looks like I'm in charge now," Ranma said with a leer.
Reaching forward she cupped her hand around one of
Akane's breasts. "This will teach you to take advantage of
poor helpless girls, you pervert."
"Pervert!!? Who are YOU calling a pervert?"
"Hey, if the shoe fits"
"You...you..oooohhh!!" Akane grabbed Ranma's wrist
with both hands and pulled. Before the startled red head
could react, they both tumbled into the water. There was a
mighty splash, and a second later Akane-kun sat up in the
water, holding a sodden Onna-Ranma in his lap. The remains
of his dress hung in tatters. "I'll show you," he said."Molest
innocent young girls will you."
"Innocent?" Ranma exclaimed, while she fruitlessly
attempted to break Akane's grip on her. "Who tied who
down? Who was the sticker and who was the stickee here?
Hey, watch the hands!!"
Akane ignored her, and cupped both of Ranma's breasts
with his large hands. Kneading them gently, he whispered in
her ear. "You're just lucky that this water is so cold Ranma,
or you'd really be in trouble." Ranma blushed red, and felt
her body heat despite the coldness of the water soaking her
clothing. Then a voice from the side lines stopped their
activity cold.
"Entertaining as this is, I think you should stop before
you traumatize the Koi even more than they are now." Akane
blushed as he recalled Nabiki's presence. Then another
thought occurred to him.
"Nabiki, why am I a guy? You said it would have worn
off by now." Ranma stopped squirming and looked up at the
large dark haired boy who was holding her, then over at
Nabiki who was standing on the porch, a look of surprise on
her face.
"I don't know...Maybe there was a little more powder in
the bag I gave you, or maybe it was a little more potent."
"What!? How long will I be like this then?"
"Relax, it can't be much longer. There can't be that
much variance in the doses." Despite her confident words,
Nabiki's face wore a frown.
Two hours later Akane was still a boy. He had refused
offers of hot water. "If I stay a boy then I'll know the
moment the instant Nanniichuan wears off." He had said.
Instead he had gone to the laundry room, and much to
Ranma's amusement returned wearing one of Genma's Gis.
They were the only article of clothing in the house that came
close to fitting him. Even they were extremely short in the
arms and legs. The waist however had lots of room. Ranma
had invited him to play Shogi with her, a broad grin on her
face, but Akane had only looked at her disdainfully and sat
down in front of the tv. Now, however, he was starting to get
a little antsy. "This is too long. Nabiki's wore off three hours
ago. What's taking so long?"
"Akane?" They turned to look at Nabiki who was
walking down the stairs. "I'm afraid I may have some bad
news. I checked the case of Instant Nanniichuan. I found a
note in Chinese I missed before. I scanned it into my
computer and sent it to a an E-mail pal who reads Chinese.
"Well, what did it say?" Akane asked, a sense of dread
starting to grow as he took in Nabiki's expression
"To put it simply, occasionally, because of the
uncertainty of magic, the powder can have an effect that lasts
for an indeterminate length of time."
"What!" both Akane and Ranma screamed out in shock.
"Nabiki, how could you be so careless!?" Akane said, his
voice filled with horror. "You mean I might stay half a guy
for ever?"
"Hey, what's wrong with being a gu..." Ranma started to
say, but her voice trailed off at the look Akane gave him.
Having quelled Ranma, Akane turned her look on
Nabiki, who was not impressed.
"I don't know why you're upset. I'm the injured party
here."
"WHAT!?...What are you talking about Nabiki? How
can you say that?"
Nabiki shrugged her shoulders. "Easy, I gave you a free
sample out of the goodness of my heart. Now, for a while
anyway, you don't need anymore."
"Why would I want anymore!?"
Nabiki lifted an expressive eye brow, and looked over at
Ranma.
"What?" Ranma said when he saw Nabiki looking at
him. "Why should Akane need more Instant Nanniichuan
because of me?" Then she blushed a deep red. "No way,
I'm a guy, one time only. Next time I'm the guy, and Akane's
the girl." Despite her bluster she could not help but remember
how nice it had felt a few hours earlier when Akane had held
her in his arms, how good it had felt to roughhouse with him,
and most of all the thrill she had felt when Akane had lightly
squeezed her breasts. A tremor of fear ran through her mind.
What was happening to her?
For his part, Akane was looking guilty, remembering
how little choice Ranma had been given about that one time.
Nabiki merely smiled, and then quoted Ranma.
"How do you girls stand it? How can you stand walking
around feeling like this all the time? Like I told you Ranma,
we don't. Not unless something makes us that way. Now for
most girls it might be a guy they're really hot for...That
couldn't be your problem of course." Nabiki drawled
sarcastically. "However, there is the matter of that little
potion you drank. Tell me Ranma, are you still leaking like a
broken bucket?"
Ranma blushed at Nabiki's bluntness, but Akane only
looked puzzled, not getting the reference. Ranma was about
to retort, then a strange expression crossed her face. "I'm
not, I didn't notice before, but I've been normal ever since..."
Ranma broke off and looked at Akane.
"There you see." Turning to Akane she continued, "so as
you can see Akane..." She trailed off, noticing that neither
Akane or Ranma were paying attention to her. They were
totally wrapped up in each other, and oblivious to anything
else. Even as Nabiki watched, a matching blush arose on
each of their faces. She heaved a mental sigh of relief at their
distraction. It saved her from having to invent one. Their
were some questions she just was not prepared to answer yet.
Mainly because she did not have the answers.
Not wanting to push her luck she got up and went
upstairs to her room. Arriving there her eyes turned to the
computer monitor on her desk. Frozen on the screen was the
image of a ball of golden energy. Just on the periphery of the
ball could be made out the corner of a bed. Nabiki had
played the video of Akane and Ranma's lovemaking through
to the end. She had watched that glow form around them,
brightening in intensity, until two frames after this one, it
burnt out the camera.
There had been no note in the case of instant
Nanniichuan. Nabiki had no idea why Akane was still turning
into a guy. No idea except the image frozen on her computer
screen. Nabiki had no idea what it was. All she knew was it
had not harmed either of the people caught in the middle of it.
After more than a year living with Ranma, Nabiki did not
consider Akane being a gender changer as harmful. Merely
potentially profitable.
An hour later she walked down stairs again, and
stared incredulously at the scene in front of her. Both Ranma
and Akane were back out in the yard. Akane was trying to
smash a laughing, dogging Ranma. She slapped a hand to
her forehead. Don't those two ever stop. Then she noticed
something different in their quarreling. There was a
happiness in their sparring that was not usually there. What
had happened between the two of them had broken barriers.
They might not realize it themselves, but the uncertainty had
gone from them. They no longer had any doubts about the
other's love. Nabiki smiled, and picking up the untouched
pan of stir fry, went into the kitchen to eat. At least it's better
than letting Akane cook something for me, she thought.
Walking out a little while latter she stood watching
Akane and Ranma. Then she frowned as she realized
something. She was so used to Ranma's skill she had not
really made the connection before. "Ranma," she called
Ranma ducked under a blow from Akane, and looked
towards Nabiki. "What."
"I thought you said that potion damaged your Ki. How
come your jumping fifteen feet straight up."
Ranma froze in shock. >Pow...Splash< Akane was
unable to pull his punch in time, and Ranma went flying
backwards into the Koi pond.
"Ranma!" Akane yelled in fear, and splashed into the
pond. Picking up the stunned red head she carried her over to
the porch. "You baka, why weren't you paying attention?"
Ranma was only lightly stunned and was soon struggling in
Akane's arm.
"Put me down Akane, I got to check this out." Akane set
her on her feet, and Ranma bounced into the yard. For the
next fifteen minutes she jumped, ran and performed
complicated Katas. Then she bounced across the yard and
onto the porch and threw her arms around Akane. Hugging
him tightly she picked Akane up and spun around, laughing
all the while. She managed two circles before Akane's bulk
pulled them both over, and they fell to the floor. Ranma
ended up on top of Akane, and planting both hands on the
side of his face, she kissed him. Akane stiffened in surprise,
but then his hands went around Ranma and hugged her to
him.
Nabiki waited a minute or so, and when they gave no
indication of breaking the kiss cleared her throat nosily. She
had to do it twice more before the couple on the floor noticed,
and broke their clinch. Akane shifted Ranma's body and sat
up, positioning Ranma in his lap. He turned and looked at
Nabiki. Ranma made an aborted attempt to free herself, but
stopped almost before she started. She settled back in
Akane's arms and looked at Nabiki as well. "I take it that
little demonstration had a point?" Nabiki said.
"You bet," Ranma enthused. "I'm almost back to
normal. Ryouga said that after drinking that much potion. I'd
never be able to generate Ki again. If he was wrong about
that, then maybe he was wrong about the curse as well.
Maybe in a little while I'll be able to change to a guy again."
As she was talking Ranma was shifting her shoulders, and
pulling at the front of her shirt with her hands.
Akane noticed, and also noticed that Ranma's nipples
were trying to poke holes in her shirt. The sight started to get
him slightly excited, and the feel of Ranma sitting in his lap
soon produced a partial erection. If Ranma noticed, she did
not show any sign that she felt something poking her in the
ass. Instead she slipped a hand inside her shirt and started to
feel her breast.
Nabiki was watching this with some bemusement.
"Should I leave the room, and let you two have some
privacy?" Akane blushed, but Ranma merely looked at her
blankly. Then she followed Nabiki's gaze, and realized what
she was talking about. She blushed as red as Akane.
"Hey, it's not like that. My breasts hurt for some
reason." With that she pulled her shirt open and tenderly took
one of her nipples between her fingers. Both Akane and
Nabiki could see that it was red and inflamed looking.
Akane, as the jock of the sisters realized what was causing it.
"Of course it hurts, the way you were bouncing around.
It's a wonder you're not bruised as well. You've been
rubbing your poor nipples raw on the inside of your shirt."
Ranma looked puzzled, "I ain't had no trouble before."
Nabiki laughed "Aa, but Ranma you weren't a real girl
then. Looks like the curse did more than just shield your
mind. Come to think of it, did you use to get erect nipples
before."
"Nope never."
"Well there you are. If your nipples did not get hard,
then they would not have been nearly as badly irritated as
they are now by all the bouncing around you used to do. Well
you know what that means don't you."
They both looked at her blankly.
Nabiki grinned at Ranma. "Happosai is about to get his
fondest wish."
Ranma looked at Nabiki warily. She definitely did not
like that smile.
"No, no, no, never!! I am not going to wear a bra!! No
way, in hell am I going to give the old freak the satisfaction."
Nabiki and Akane had been listening to the same spiel for
three blocks now, and it was beginning to grate on their
nerves.
"All right, all right, you don't have to get a bra!!" Nabiki
finally said in exasperation. "Akane, isn't there some sort of
athletic supporter for girls? You know what I mean, for when
your doing athletic stuff."
Akane looked at her in puzzlement, "You mean a sports-
"
"Supporter, that's it, thanks. Will you at least wear a
sports supporter Ranma? After all, you used to wear a cup
when you were a guy."
Ranma looked obstinate, but then a twinge in her breast
reminded her of what had started this in the first place. "All
right, I'll wear a breast supporter, but I ain't going to wear no
bra, so don't try and slip something over on me."
"Moi, I would never dream of it...Aa here we are."
Nabiki came to a halt in front of a ladies wear store.
"I don't know Nabiki, this looks awfully expensive. Can
we afford this?" Akane said.
"Don't worry about it. I know the head sales clerk here.
I'm sure I can convince her to give me an employee discount.
Plus, Aunty Satome left me her bank card. I'm sure she
would approve a new wardrobe for Ranma, given the
circumstances. What?" the last was said in response to the
looks the other two were giving her.
"Mom, left you...!!"
"Her bank card?" Akane finished Ranma's sentence.
Nabiki flushed in annoyance.
"Unlike _some_people, Aunty knows I can be trusted to
manage her money." They looked at her with extreme
scepticism. Nabiki scowled back at them, then snapped,
"Akane, wait here, I'll get Ranma sorted out with the
salesclerk and then you and I'll go to this menswear store I
know."
"What? I wanted to go in with Ranma." Akane
exclaimed, he had been looking forward to watching Ranma
trying on ladies clothing, and just not for the humourous
possibility. He had been imagining Ranma in something lacy
and frilly for the last three blocks.
"Get real Akane!" Nabiki snorted, " have you looked at
yourself lately?"
"What's wrong with the way I look?" Akane asked,
turning to look at his reflection in the store window. He went
brick red when he saw himself. He had forgotten he was
wearing Genma's old Gi. In addition to the ratty appearance
of his clothing his hair was suffering as a result of several
soakings in the last few hours. It was knotted and tangled
into an unsightly mess. In short he looked like the sort of
person girls would normally cross the street to avoid.
"Nabiki, why didn't you tell me?" He said in a horrified
voice. I'll die if any of my friends from school see me like
this."
"Somehow, I don't think that will be a problem." Nabiki
said with a sardonic grin. "Their more likely to turn around
and go the other way if they see you right now. Come on
Ranma, the sooner I get you started. The sooner I can get
Akane over to my other friend."
"So what do you think Kiko?" Nabiki asked the pretty,
well dressed sales girl she was talking to. The two of them
were standing by the cash register, looking over at Ranma
who was standing in the middle of the store. Ranma was
standing unnaturally still for her, trying not to touch any of the
frilly things that surrounded her on all sides.
"She's quite the little barbarian, isn't she. You say she's
never worn a bra in her life?"
"Never, her father is a little strange, keeps saying she's a
boy."
Kiko raised an delicately shaped eyebrow. "With that
figure? I'd say strange is the least of his problem. Has he had
his eyes checked lately? She is certainly very...healthy." Kiko
was starting to stare at Ranma with more than casual interest.
Got..cha, Nabiki thought. "Sure is, and she's going to
need the works." Nabiki put on her business face. "So what's
it worth to you." Then she frowned, Kiko was not listening to
her, she was instead staring intently at Ranma. Nabiki
followed her gaze and grinned. Thank you Kami-sama, she
said to herself. Ranma had grown bored, and was gently
bouncing up and down on her toes, looking impatiently at
Nabiki. Her gentle bouncing was doing interesting things to
her chest. Nabiki could practically see Kiko eyes bobbing up
and down in rhythm with Ranma's breasts. Smiling like a
shark Nabiki moved in for the kill.
"Goku!! Goku!!" As Nabiki left the store she stared in
surprise at the small group of children surrounding Akane.
Akane's expression was a combination of pleasure and
embarrassment. Pleasure at the presence of the children,
embarrassment at the attention they were drawing to him.
Even as Nabiki watched two mothers appeared and hustled
their children away from this strange man.
Akane looked wistfully after them, he had always liked
children. A pensive look crossed his mind, and he wondered
if he would ever be able to have children of his own now.
"Earth to Akane, you in there anywhere?" Akane looked
down to see Nabiki staring up at him.
"Sorry, my mind was somewhere else. How's Ranma
doing?"
"She's in good hands." Nabiki said with a twisted smile.
"Your turn now. Ready to get boyed up?"
Akane sighed. "Do I have any choice?"
"Nope."
"Then I'm ready. You say you know a good place?" A
puzzled look crossed his face. "How? Daddy certainly does
not shop anywhere fancy."
"The head salesclerk is a friend of mine from high
school. Kenichi had a reputation as a snappy dresser even
back then. He went to work in his father's store when he
graduated. He'll look after you."
"Really, never had a proper set of clothes in his life you
say?" Kenichi said.
"That's right, his father was a real fanatic when it came
to the art. I doubt Akira has ever worn anything but a Gi in
his whole life." Nabiki turned and looked at Kenichi. He was
standing next to her, looking at where Akane was standing on
the other side of the store. Akane was not paying any
attention to them. He was busy looking at a display case of
sweat shirts with University logos across the front. She
lowered her voice, and said, "frankly, I don't think he even
has any underwear. You know these martial artist. They like
to live life in the rough."
"Really," Kenichi said in a breathless voice, his eyes
roving over Akane's massive form.
Nabiki, grinned her shark grin again. "Now, shall we
talk finders fees, dear boy."
"I'm not sure about this Nabiki." Ranma said, running
her finger through her hair. "I've sort of gotten use to my
hair like this."
"Look Ranma, there are four things that people
remember about you. Your clothes are one, and we've taken
care of that." Nabiki gestured at the yellow dress Ranma was
wearing. Ranma looked embarrassed at being reminded of it.
It was a lot different than dressing up to fool Ryouga. This
would not be any short term disguise. Nabiki went on with
her list. "Your hair is another. That red hair and your pigtail
make you stand out. We change that and you'll blend right in
with all the other girls at school."
Ranma grimaced, she rather liked standing out in a
crowd. Then a thought occurred to her. "What are the other
two things?"
"What?"
"You said there were four things that made me stand
out. What's the other two things?"
Nabiki looked at her in surprise, then she patted Ranma
on the cheek. "You're so Kawai," she said in a saccharin
voice. " Let's go get your hair done shall we." Ranma
followed her into the hairdresser, a puzzled look on her face.
"Nabiki, are you sure about this." Akane ran his hand
through his hair.
"Have to do it, I'm afraid. That style just does not go
with that body. Don't worry, we'll get something that will
look good in either form. Something like Ukyou's only a little
shorter."
Akane reluctantly followed his sister into the Hairdressers.
"Where is that Baka? She should have been here twenty
minutes ago." Akane was fuming. He and Nabiki had been
sitting in the ice cream parlor for fifteen minutes waiting for
Ranma. This was the agreed upon meeting place, and with
the lure of food there was no way Ranma should have been
late.
Nabiki just smiled around her straw, and concentrated on
her soda.
A waiter carried a parfait to the table next to theirs.
"Here you go, on the house. I hate to see a such a cute
girl sitting here all alone, and looking so hungry." Akane
snorted at the blatant pick up line. Then she stiffened in
shock as the girl answered.
"Gee thanks mister, your so sweet." She said in a voice
that _had_ to be a put on.
Akane slowly turned in her chair and stared at the black
haired girl in the yellow dress. The girl winked at her and
then ate the parfait in a blur of motion. Putting the glass
down she said. "Shall we head for home." Akane could only
stare at her retreating back in shock.
Nabiki walked down the street, counting a small sheaf of
yen notes. It had been a good day. Nabiki would never
dream of skimming from either Nodoka or her family's
account, but if her friends wanted to give her a little reward
for steering business their way, where was the harm.
It was not as if they had not done a first rate job with Akane
and Ranma.
Akane was now dressed in a large white pullover with
Nekoma Tech Auto Club emblazoned across the front of it. It
was tucked into a pair of brown pants that flattered his build.
Unlike Ranma, Akane did not have the option of wearing
oversized clothing. Anything that fit his male form would be
like a tent in her female form. As a result he had made no
effort to get something that would look good on her female
form. His hair had been cut and styled and was now drawn
back into a short pony tail. It gave him a rakish appearance
that many of the ladies they were passing felt was quite
striking. That is if the way they turned to watch him walking
away was any indication. Of course they did not seem to be
looking at his hair, but who could really tell.
Ranma was dressed in a plain yellow frock. Her breasts
were minimized and contained by a firm sports bra. Without
her breast bouncing freely she was not drawing anywhere
near the attention she usually did walking down the street.
She still attracted a fair bit of attention. It was just that fewer
of the boys looking at her were actively drooling. That was
not the biggest change however. The biggest change was her
hair. It was no longer in a pig tail. Instead it was combed out
and pulled back in a pony tail that hung half way down her
back, and it was dyed black. The difference the altered hair
color made in her appearance was extreme. Even Nabiki had
only recognized her because she had seen Ranma in the
yellow dress before she had left her at the hairdresser.
Right now, however, the two gender shifters were not
concerned about their altered appearance. Instead they were
grumbling about the trouble involved in buying clothing in
their new forms.
"It was ridiculous," Ranma was saying. "The salesgirl
must have spent a half hour measuring and feeling my breasts
before she was able to bring me the right size. How do you
girls put up with some strange woman fondling you like that."
Akane was not really paying attention to Ranma's beef.
Instead he was just waiting for her to stop talking so he could
air his own complaint. "It was the most embarrassing
moment of my life. I thought I'd die when the salesman said
he had to see how big I got so he could size the pants
properly."
Suddenly what the other had said registered on both of
them. They turned and looked at each other. "What," they
both exclaimed. A second later "NABIKI!!" rang out through
the street.
Nabiki just chuckled and went back to counting the yen Kiko
and Kenichi had given her for the privilege of serving her
naive country cousins.
Still laughing to herself Nabiki turned off the street and
walked through the gate into the front yard of the house. She
skidded to a stop and was almost run down by Ranma and
Akane who were right behind her.
"Hey careful! I almost dropped my new dress..." Ranma
trailed off as she noticed who was standing in the yard.
"Hello Nabiki, are these friends of yours?" Nodoka said,
smiling at Onna-Ranma and Akane-kun.
Nabiki was momentarily speechless, and before she
could say anything Ranma stepped up.
"It's me mom, Ranma." She was pale, but her face had a
determined cast to it. She looked her mother straight in the
eye, and waited for her reaction.
"Ranma?" Nodoka said, she looked at Ranma in
disbelief. Her eyes glanced towards Akane-kun, who had
moved up behind Ranma and was hovering protectively
behind the small girl, a look of fear on his face. Paling she
said, "I see. Is there something you wish to tell me?"
Before Ranma could answer Genma roared out in rage.
"BOY!! What do you think you're doing!? I can't believe
my own flesh and blood could be so cruel. How can you
parade your perversity in front of your poor mother like this?"
Genma fell to his knees and lifted his hands to the heavens in
supplication. "O woe is me. After all my years of diligent
instruction. All my years of suffering and self denial to make
a man among men of you, and this is how you repay me. All
that time wasted. O was there ever a man more harshly done
by than me." All the while he was ranting, Genma was
looking at Nodoka out of the corner of his eye, trying to judge
her reaction. He could discern nothing from her expression
however. Her face looked like it was carved from marble.
Ranma had heard enough, She had wanted to remain
calm, to explain things to her mother, but old habits die hard.
"Self Denial?" She said incredulously. "Diligent!? Old man
the only thing you were diligent at was in_ not_ denying
yourself." She started towards her wailing father, murder in
her eyes.
"Ranma," Nodoka said in a strained voice. Ranma
stopped as if she had run into a train. Or one of Akane's
mallets. She turned and faced her mother, and flinched back
at the pain in her face.
Nabiki had been enjoying the misunderstanding, but
decided it was time to speak up. Before she could voice an
explanation something intervened.
"Nabiki!! How could you help Ranma betray your sister
this way?" Soun sobbed as he draped himself over her
shoulder and proceeded to soak her new sweater with his
tears. By the time Nabiki could free herself from her fathers
grasp Nodoka and Ranma had entered the house, closely
followed by Akane-kun. Nabiki sighed, looks like she was
too late. Then she smiled, looks like the fun will last a little
while longer. She was not really worried, the truth would
come out soon.
Nodoka had listened as Ranma had given her a G rated
version of the last twenty four hours. Ranma had to repeat
herself several times. Nodoka's attention kept drifting. She
could not seem to take her eyes off of Akane. All through
Ranma's explanation she kept glancing at Akane, a sick
fascination in her eyes. When Ranma at last finished she sat
there, looking down at her hands that were clenched together
on the table top.
"So you're trapped in your female form, and you now
have female feelings that you did not seem to have before."
She lifted pain filled eyes, and looked at Ranma. "Is that why
your friend is here?"
"My friend?" Ranma said in puzzlement. Then she
followed her mothers gaze, and saw she was looking at
Akane. Suddenly Ranma realized that everyone had been so
concerned with Nodoka's reaction to her, that they had not
even thought of mentioning Akane's condition. Lord knows
what everyone was thinking. She felt relief that her mothers
strained looks were not entirely due to her being dressed as a
girl. Suddenly she grinned as a thought came to her. After
enduring a year of being dunking in ice cold water, and
having scalding water dumped over her head to order to
.demonstrate the unexplainable, it was her turn.
"O_My_Friend." Ranma said. Reaching out with one
hand he took Akane's hand in hers. "He's not my friend. He's
my fiance." She stood up and leaned forward to kiss a
startled Akane. As she did so she picked up the tea kettle,
and as she leaned forward she dumped the water over Akane
head. Then she pecked her on the cheek and sat back down,
grinning at the reaction she had caused. Genma who had
turned red at Ranma's words was stunned into silence.
Nodoka was shocked, but then her face lit up with relief and
happiness. Soun fainted.
Akane was flushed red with embarrassment, and she
was more than a little annoyed at the method Ranma had
used. She stood up to express that annoyance in her usual
manner, and her pants and new boxer shorts slithered to the
floor to lay in a heap around her ankles. Only the fact that her
pullover now hung past her knees kept her from dying of
terminal mortification.
The happiness on Nodoka's face shifted to concern.
"Akane-chan, how did this happen to you? Are you all
right?"
Akane was too flustered to answer, and Nabiki elected to
supply the explanation. "Aunty, it was this way. When we
found out about Ranma's condition we tried to use some
Instant Nanniichuan to restore her to her male form."
"Instant Nanniichuan?" Nodoka asked in a puzzled
voice. "If you had something like that, why did you not use it
on my son a long time ago?"
"We did, but it is only a temporary cure. I had some left
over from that attempt. We figured that even a temporary
cure was better than nothing, but for some reason Ranma's
body repelled the water and splashed Akane. I think it must
have been the potion, but I don't really know."
"I see." Nodoka said, then her face lit up. "So Akane-
chan is only temporarily cursed then."
Nabiki looked sheepish. "Not exactly, the powder should
have stopped affecting her a long time ago. Afterwards I
found a letter of instruction that said the effects could vary.
So we have no idea when it will wear off."
"My poor baby," Soun sobbed. Recovered from his faint
he gathered Akane up in a hug. Lifting her completely out of
her pants and boxers. "Now how will are families ever be
joined. Ranma is a girl! And my poor baby is cursed to
turn...into...a...man?" Soun let Akane go, a look of
bemusement on his face. Almost in a trance he picked up a
glass of water and dumped it over Akane. Who immediately
grew into his full masculine stature. Nodoka flushed and
adverted her eyes, while Akane desperately tried to yank his
pullover low enough to cover himself.
"Dad!!" He said in an angry voice. Soun ignored him.
Instead his gaze moved from Onna-Ranma to Akane and
back again. Suddenly he laughed.
"Well then there's no problem. Ranma is a girl and
Akane is a boy. Our families can still be joined. O happy
day." Everyone face faulted.
Genma was on his feet almost instantly, leaping across
the table he placed Soun in a head lock. Knuckling the
trapped mans head with his free hand he hissed in his ear.
"Are you _trying_ to get me killed." Aloud he shouted. "No!!
Never!! My son is a man among men!! He would never agree
to such a thing! We are just going to have to wait until they
are restored to their normal condition!!" As he spoke he kept
and eye on Nodoka, once again trying to judge her reaction.
Nodoka ignored the two older men and instead said.
"Ranma, could I talk to you in my room please."
Ranma looked nervously at her mother as she closed the
door behind her. She had been dreading this. Why had she
ever let Nabiki talk her into posing as a real girl.
Nodoka spoke. "Ranma, when I learned two months ago
that you had been Ranko all that time I was terribly hurt.
Over time, however, I came to realize that thanks to your
father you had every reason to fear my discovery of your
secret. I don't want you to ever fear me again." Waving her
hand at Ranma she continued. "This does not matter. I
wanted you to be a manly man, but if the fates decree you
must be a woman, I don't want you to think I will love you
any less. I will be as proud to call you daughter as I was to
call you son."
Ranma heaved a sigh of relief. Her stomach had been
knotted ever since she had seen Nodoka standing in the yard.
"Thanks mom, that means a lot," She said. Nodoka held out
her arms and Ranma stepped into her embrace. For a minute
they stood there hugging each other, then Nodoka broke the
hug.
Wiping tears from her eyes she said. "Now, on to other
matters." Her expression suddenly grew fierce, and Ranma
felt a shiver of apprehension. "Your father did not do a good
job of teaching you manners, but you were his son, and it was
not my place to interfere. Now, however, as long as you are
trapped like this you are my daughter, and I expect you to
bring honor to the Saotome name."
"Aa about that" Ranma said.
"Nabiki!?" Nabiki looked up to see Nodoka walking
towards her. A frown on her face. "What is this Ranma tells
me about her being Ranko Tendo?" Why can she not be
Ranko Saotome?"
Nabiki had been expecting this. "It is very simple. The
plan is for Ranma and Akane to pose as brother and sister,
cousins of ours from the mountains. They are staying with us
while Akane and Ranma stay with their family. No one will
think it strange that the two of them wanted to escape the
chaos of Nerima. But even if Ranma looks different, if she
shows up with the same family name the other students will
give her more attention then her disguise can handle. The
other thing is that if Akane Tendo and Ranma Satome
disappear and Akira Tendo and Ranko Satome appear, more
than one person will become suspicious."
Nodoka nodded her head. "I see, very well just so long
as it is temporary." She turned and smiled at Ranma, who had
followed her into the room. "Come dear, there are some
things a mother needs to tell her daughter." Ranma followed
her out of the room a look of dread on her face.
Nabiki smiled in satisfaction. Her income from Akane
and Ranma photos had dropped considerably. Everyone had
accepted that the two of them were a couple, and the only
person buying pictures anymore was Kuno. Now however
she was about to throw two very attractive minnows into the
shark pool that was Furinkan High's dating pond. As brother
and sister the two of them would be fair game. She could see
sales going through the roof already. By tomorrow she
should have the prints of Ranko and Akira's shopping trip
back. She fully expected to sell out the day after. Now all
she had to do was hack into the school data base and enter the
pertinent information.
Nabiki made one final key stroke and pushed herself
away from the computer. It had taken three days, but all the
work was done. Tomorrow Akira and Ranko would make
there appearance at Furinkan. She had already pre-sold fifty
information packets on the new arrivals, and was expecting
there actual arrival to prove very profitable. As she leaned
back in her chair, smiling at a job well done, her look fell on
her bed. A frown crossed her face and for just a minute a
shadowy shape seemed to lay on the bed. Then Nabiki shook
her head, banishing ghosts of what was and what might have
been. It had been three days. If Shampoo had been foolish
enough to take her up on her offer she would have been here
long since. Face it Nabiki, she said to herself. She is probably
half way to China by now. With out a male Ranma to hold
her here she had nothing to stay for.
Despite her arguments Nabiki's happiness of a few
minutes ago did not return. Glumly she changed into a her
nightgown and crawled into bed. For a long time she lay on
her lonely bed, thinking about what might have been. Her
hand slipped below the hem of her panties, but then she drew
it back out and crossed her hands over her chest. She would
not give into the weakness of her body again. She closed her
eyes and eventually fell into a restless sleep.
Shampoo sat staring at the two objects sitting on the
table in front of her. One was a tiny vile of golden liquid, one
of four that Ryouga had filled after she had left the restaurant
three nights ago. The other was a bucket of cold water.
Each day her life had fallen into a pattern. Get up, smash
Mousse for sneaking into her bedroom, eat breakfast. Then
go and spy on Nabiki from a safe distance. Come home,
smash Mousse, eat dinner, try water, go to bed, smash
Mousse for trying to sneak into her bed. The same pattern for
the last two days. Nabiki had been right, the potion did affect
people. Mousse had never been so bold, or so lustful. She
looked down at the comatose body in the middle of the floor.
She sneered. Nabiki was a better man then he was. She went
back to staring at the bottle of potion and the bucket of
water.
Urgant looked down from where he was floating above
Mousse's unconscious body. Pathetic, he thought. He knew
from Nendex's memory that the female was a latent
submissive. Even with that advantage this poor excuse for a
man could not capture her.
Urgant's expression altered slightly, to one of
speculation. To be fair to the Amazon, he was suffering from
years of indoctrination by a matriarchal society, but would it
continue to hold. Even in the short time Urgant had been
observing him, his conditioning had started to fray. The
Amazon would never have dared been so forward towards
the female two days before. This offered possibilities.
Urgant would not be able to shunt Mousse's personality
aside for several weeks yet. If he tried too soon he risked
failure, or worse, having to share the body and mind with this
human. He would have to be patient, unlike those fools back
in the temple. At the thought of his former cell mates,
Urgant's non-existent teeth ground together. Those fools, if
only they had been patient. They might all have been free.
Now he was alone and it would be weeks before he could
once again steer his own destiny. His attention turned back to
Mousse. Now, if this one were to overcome his background,
then Urgant might at least look forward to some
entertainment while he was waiting. If only he dared to try a
little control, but he did not. This was his last chance at
freedom. He could not risk jeopardizing it. Opening a
channel to the Amazon would leave him exposed and
vulnerable. No, the best thing he could do, was to be patient
and hope the Duffus would provide some entertainment on
his own.
At that moment Mousse woke from his nap, and
immediately glomped Shampoo, who promptly smashed him
into the floor. Without even looking at him.
Urgant sighed. On the other hand, it could be a very
boring few weeks.
Shampoo sighed, life had been so simple before. She
had chased Ranma, confident that he would eventually realize
how perfect she was for him. Now everything was changed.
Ranma was lost to her, and with that lose her life as an
Amazon was ended. She was now a non person, a girl
without a tribe. If she were to return to the village she would
be little better than a slave. All those who had resented her
would take great pleasure in humiliating and degrading her.
No!! She could not go back. She had shamed her family
name as it was. To go back and drag that name through the
mud even more was unthinkable. Besides if she was to be
slave, could she not at least pick the one who would be her
master. Once again her mind looked back to that night, and
the pleasure she had felt. She did not know why, but the
mere thought of Nabiki sent a flash of lust through her body.
Besides the memory of that pleasure, another image filled her
mind. Nabiki screaming defiance at whatever had been
controlling them, and then firing off that Ki blast. That had
been impressive. Nabiki might not be a fighter, but she had
proven herself a warrior to Shampoo.
Mind made up she reached for the bucket of water.
Then as she had done each night for the last three nights she
lifted it over her head and prepared to dump it. The last two
nights nothing had happened, the potion was still active, still
preventing the change. Would this night be any different.
For a minute she looked at the small golden bottle hesitating.
Then her expression firmed and she dumped the water over
her head.
For what seemed like hours Regant had searched for
Ryouga, to no avail. He had widened his search to the limit
of his resources and found nothing. He had managed to find
another three faint Shikima signatures. One some distant
away, and most puzzling, two quite near the original pair. It
was curious he had not noticed them earlier, but like the other
ones near Ranma they were natural and of no use to him.
Finally running low on energy Regant gave up looking for
Ryouga, he turned back towards Shampoo's energy source.
Better female than dead he supposed.
It wasn't there!! He looked frantically. It had to be
there. Even if she had died the energy would still be there
after such a short time...Time, No!! He could not have been
so foolish!! Regant synchronized with one of the other energy
sources. One of the ones near Ranma. One of the natural
sources. He could not channel his spirit into them, but he
could check his temporal status.
NO!!! He had!! The energy he tapped was racing
through time in relation to him. Like a drowning man who
did not know up from down, he had become disassociated
from the time stream. What he had thought had been hours,
had been three days in the mortal plane. He was trapped, he
had no body to leap into, and his energy was dropping.
Regant looked over his options. He had no choice, the
only hope he had for survival was to continue on as he had
been, and hope someone he could link to would become
available before his reserves of energy ran out. He slowed all
unnecessary functions and settled down to do the only thing
he could, wait.
End of part two, part three will along right away.