I've had this idea for a long time now as some of you might know.
Finally decided to get it down on the screen. This is a bit different
from my other stories as it is even more suggestive than normal so I
would have to say that it is for mature readers. Anyway, enjoy!
Disclaimer: All characters portrayed in story are the property of
Rumiko Takahashi and co.
This story takes place after volume 38 of the ranma manga and also draws
ideas from the anime.
This story, while NOT a lemon and NO real crass words are used, is
gratuitous. You have been warned.
C & C welcomed. Flames not.
Education
By
Donny Cheng
Ranma snorted noisily in reply to the teacher's not so gentle
prodding. "I'm awake! I'm awake! What is it this time? I handed my
test in early. I should be able to do anything I want while everybody
else is still writing it."
Hinako glared at Ranma, which made her even cuter if possible rather
than stern as she hoped. The fact that Ranma did a random guess on the
multiple-choice test and still got an eighty percent just made her
angrier. "Ranma! We just got your grades from your junior high school
yesterday. It looks like there was a course you didn't pass yet. Since
you joined Furinken late in the school year, you also missed it when
they taught it here too. If you don't want to be held back another
year, you're going to have to take the family planning course."
"The family planning course!?" Daisuke asked as he listened in on
Hinako's lecturing of his neighbor. "You're teaching it instead of Mr.
Fuji? Can I be a part of it too? I didn't get a good grade on it early
this year."
"Hey, that's not fair. I want to be in too!" Hiroshi shouted out as he
also barged into the conversation, his test forgotten. The rest of the
boys in class quickly joined in.
Sayuri sniffed disdainfully at the childish behavior. "Those
perverts. They just want to see all the nudie pictures that comes with
the course."
Akane glared at Ranma's innocent face. "He's bad enough already
without temptation like that. Look at him. He's acting like he doesn't
even know what Ms. Hinako is talking about."
Yuka glanced mischievously at Sayuri. "You know what happens after we
learn about anatomy and all that? We have a pretend family to simulate
what it really is like. I wonder who Ranma will choose for his wife?"
Sayuri winked back conspiratorially and made as if she didn't notice
that Akane's face was now redder than an apple. "Oh, that's right? I
wonder who he'll choose? You don't think he will choose one of us,
Akane, do you? He'd make a wonderful husband don't you think? I mean
look at that body. It's got to be good for something..."
Akane blushed even further as Sayuri's voice trailed off suggestively.
Like she would ever do THAT with him. "I don't know who he'll choose.
For all I know he would have picked Ukyo if she wasn't sick right now."
"Oh, well. I guess there's more of a chance for us. He's got the
cutest butt in the world," Yuka said admiringly as she looked further
down Ranma's body than was appropriate for decent schoolgirls.
Akane quickly caught herself before she could follow Yuka's example.
For a moment there, she had almost considered saying a biting comment
directed at her brown haired friend's words. Why would she have done
that?
Hinako decided that things were getting out of hand. She smirked as
she brought out a coin. In moments, the entire group of lecherous males
slumped down onto their desks, drained of their battle aura.
Now a full figured woman, Hinako's husky voice permeated throughout the
room. "Now then. I assume that with all that noise all of you are done
the quiz? I will be collecting them now. Please pass them to the front
of the row. For your information, we do not have enough time to redo
the entire family planning section of this school year. But, I have
been authorized to allow time to teach Ranma and anyone that wishes to
join in for one class, even though I am only your English teacher. Now,
if there are no objections, I will begin."
The rest of the girls giggled as they watched all the boys, but Ranma,
lie limp in their chairs. Each of them too tired to move a muscle.
Served them right for acting like such a bunch of lechers.
Ranma blinked confusedly and wondered what the heck was going on.
Family planning? What in the world was that?
Hinako closed the lights and began the rolling the film of an old
cheesy film that explained some of the basics. She rolled her eyes at
the sound the giggling girls as they watched the male and female actor
begin the strip. "Now, I will explain some of this as we go along.
Family planning of course is about the decision between a man and woman
to start of a family. Namely the creation of a baby."
Didn't girls just have them when the right time came, Ranma thought to
himself. Wasn't that what people called that time of the month? He
watched with morbid fascination at the interplay between the two people
on the screen. He stared in wonder as Hinako pointed out the various
names of body parts on the both of them. He paid extreme attention to
one body part on the female and one on the male. By the end of the
movie, a trickle of blood fell from Ranma's nose.
* * * * *
Akane stomped out the door angrily with her two friends in pursuit.
She just knew it would be a bad idea. That... that pervert! She could
still remember the glazed look on his face as Hinako pointed to more
interesting areas of the female anatomy.
Ranma watched worriedly at Akane's rapid departure. She looked angry.
Big time. He was about to follow her when he suddenly found himself
bumped up against Hinako. She stood right in front of him.
"No. You don't get to leave yet. You have to take another test to
prove that you learned something and so that I can give you a passing
grade," Hinako said in a throaty voice that sent shivers down Ranma's
spine.
Ranma found it hard to concentrate on what Hinako was saying as two
globes of flesh, barely contained by the spandex-like dress, bounced in
rhythmic fashion. They seemed to dance a private dance all for him.
"Choose a desk and sit near the front of the room so I can watch you.
I'll wait until you're done. You have one half-hour and please don't
guess on all of them like you always do. This mark is very important.
Now the rest of you boys will... Damn, where did they go?" Hinako
frowned as she looked around the class. It was deserted. They must
have run out when she was occupied with Ranma.
Ranma walked to slowly the front of the room careful not to let his
eyes stray. What was the problem with him? So what if he just learned
what that thing he had was for? He frowned as he suddenly found it hard
to even say its name in his head. His ears and nose picked up Hinako's
presence behind him. For the first time in his life, he cursed his
powerful senses developed by his martial arts. His head felt dizzy as
he drank in her perfume.
"Ranma, here's your test. Now be a good little boy and finish it. I'm
going to go and get some candy," Hinako said in a voice that would make
any voice actor from a magical girl show green with envy.
A chill ran through his body as Ranma turned his head around to look at
the now small and childlike teacher. He felt as if a pail of cold water
had come crashing down on him. He never felt such relief and
disappointment at the same time as acutely as he did now. Sighing, he
turned and started filling out the question sheet. He found it
surprisingly easy. The fact that he didn't blink once the entire time,
from the moment he finally understood what that thing he had and that
thing a girl had was for, might have had something to do with that.
* * * * *
"Nihao, Ranma! Going home from school? Must be hungry. Shampoo make
nice ramen for airen," Shampoo said as she glomped on to Ranma.
"Erk!" Ranma stared in horror at the Amazonian bombshell. He had
deliberately taken another route and he still ran into her. He tried
thinking of the anything but the softness of Shampoo's body against his
arm. Sticking a martial arts kata into his mind, he forced himself to
think of the gracefulness of the form. He relaxed slightly, but then he
did something that even he had say was stupid. He actually took a look
at her. "Shampoo, why aren't you wearing any pants?"
Shampoo blinked. "Shampoo wear this all the time. It very short
dress. No fight very well in longer dress. Why Ranma ask now?"
"Um... no reason," Ranma weakly replied as he his eyes wandered. Damn,
her legs were long. His eyes traveled along from her slim ankle all the
way up to the hem of her so called dress. He knew that if he bent a
little lower and looked a little closer, he could almost peak into the
dress's dark recesses. He gulped as his eyes continued their journey up
and over the skintight material up and over her bountiful chest all the
way up to her curious little face. Her expression caused her lips to
form a small pout and displayed their fullness. All in all, not a bad
sight to look at. Not a bad sight that is if you didn't have two
fianc�es and at least two girls after your hide in more ways than one.
"I... uh have to go. I'll eat the ramen later," Ranma nearly tripped
himself as he vaulted atop the nearest house and ran for dear life.
Shampoo stood their stunned. Ranma refused free food? A sly smile
suddenly found its way into Shampoo's lips. If she didn't know any
better Ranma was beginning to be attracted to her. He was starting to
act like pig boy around girls. Just wait until she told
great-grandmother.
* * * * *
"Ohohohohoho!"
Ranma froze. He searched wildly around him. Of all people, why did it
have to be her? Already he could feel his flesh start to form little
bumps as his senses filled with her presence. The smell of Kodachi's
particular brand of roses was all around him. It always gave him the
jitters.
"Ranma-sama? Fancy meeting you here on this wondrous day."
Ranma turned around and immediately regretted it. He watched as
Kodachi flipped oh so slowly towards him. First came the legs. So
long. So slender. So bare! It her current position, her arched body
caused the fabric of her uniform to stretch. It left NOTHING to the
imagination. He could see the pointed peaks from mounds that
surprisingly did not lay flat as she held that position. Soon, the rest
of her body followed as she straightened out. His interest grew as the
objects of his gaze started to fill out now that she was upright again.
"Hehehe, Kodachi? What are you doing here?" Ranma twitched nervously
as he tried to figure out an escape plan.
Kodachi sighed sadly. "I'm afraid I'm on urgent business. I need to
have a few words with a victim, I mean, a rival of mine. We are going
to have another competition at the school soon and I wanted to make sure
that she understands that I will not tolerate an unfair match. So, I
will not be able to stay with you and chat."
Ranma found himself able to breathe again at her statement. He hadn't
even been aware that he was holding his breath. "I guess I'll catch you
later."
Kodachi nodded and made her way to her opponent's house, all the while,
laughing maniacally. If she had turned around, she would have seen a
pair of eyes watching her the entire time.
* * * * *
Ukyo coughed as she loosened her kimono a little bit more. This summer
flu was killing her. Her entire body burned. She frowned as she looked
at her flared up nose in the mirror. Definitely not Ranma's 'cute'
fianc�e today. Maybe if she dressed nice, Ranma wouldn't notice.
She looked around for some clean clothes to please her fianc�e. Ranma
promised to visit her today and she made sure that he would keep it by
offering him a free deluxe okonomiyaki. She sighed as she noticed that
she was out of wrappings used to bind her chest. She never got used to
buying bras, so she couldn't turn to them for support. Oh well, it was
too hot a day for the binding anyway.
* * * * *
A wave of relief washed over Ranma as he opened the door to Ucchan's.
There was going to be absolutely no chance of running across half
dressed women in there. "Hey, Ucchan. I'm here."
Ukyo smiled and waved back. "Glad you could make it. I'll have your
okonomiyaki ready in a sec. <Cough> <cough>!"
Ranma rushed to Ukyo's side. "Ukyo's you're too sick to work. Why do
you always insist on working when you're like this? Konatsu can handle
most of the jobs now, if he doesn't try to cook anything fancy."
The ninja nodded his head in their direction at the mention of his
name. "I've already asked Ukyo-sama to lay down, but she insisted on
cooking you an okonomiyaki herself."
Ranma guiltily looked at the steaming hot plate of food being served to
him. What kind of friend was he if he needed to be bribed before he
would take the time to visit? He tried to convince himself that he
would have came anyway if Ukyo wasn't offering a free meal. Somehow he
didn't quite believe in himself. "Come on. Let's get you back into bed
before you faint."
Ukyo didn't put much effort into stopping the pigtailed boy from
leading her to her room. Sighing, she leaned against him for support.
Ranma flinched. A familiar feeling pressed against his arm. Fearing
the worst, he looked down and to his side. The first thing his eyes
registered was the fact that Ukyo was a very healthy and nubile young
woman. Well, other than the fact that she was sick.
The next thing he thought, was why the heck would he notice that in the
first place? Slow on the uptake, his brain finally deduced that the
chef's outfit was not tied all the way to the top. Not by a large
margin. Also, she was not wearing her customary chest bindings.
Ukyo turned her head up and looked into Ranma's slightly vapid
expression. Oh no! Was this damned summer cold catching? "Ranma, are
you all right? Here let me touch your forehead."
"No, that okay, really," Ranma said with his hands held up as if too
hold her off. Ukyo was not listening to his protests. He was suddenly
aware of the position his hands would soon be in. Quickly he let his
hands drop down to his sides as she walked up close in front of him. He
had no where else to look as she held his head down to feel his
temperature. This gave him an even better view than before.
Silk shirts, he decided were not viable as clothing anymore. The
thinness of his Chinese garb did nothing to protect him from the two
jutting points that prodded into his chest. He tried looking at Ukyo's
face and immediately looked down again. Man, the look of concern on any
girl's face made him uneasy and guilty for some reason. And so, all he
could do was stare down into folds of the young chef's uniform until
Ukyo was finished. Somewhere deep inside of him, the word 'lunch'
screamed out at him.
Ukyo pulled away from Ranma. "I think you might be a little sick
Ranma. You should go home before I make it worse."
Ranma line of sight broke as Ukyo moved to once again be at his side.
His mind functioning once again he reluctantly agreed, "Er, yeah. I
guess I better go. Let me put you into bed first. Don't come out to
the kitchen again, until you're better. I'll watch over Konatsu for
awhile before I leave."
* * * * *
Ranma seriously decided on cutting his eyes out and be done with it.
Akane was right, he was a pervert. He could still see Ukyo's angelic
face as she lay down on her bad and promptly fell asleep.
She reminded him of the carefree Ucchan back in the old days. But
then, his stupid mind started to wander and he found that Ukyo was a
very sloppy sleeper. He thought her shirt was opened too far before,
well it almost came totally undone as she slept. The belt on her waist
kept her relatively decent. All that was visible was the expanse of
flesh from her neck to her navel. The folds of her shirt kept two
really interesting sights hidden but not the outer curves. Her belly
button seemed to tease and wink at him. That was when he ran to the
window, jumped out and ended on the streets again.
"Sweeto! What a haul! What a haul!"
"Stop! Pervert! Come back here you little troll!"
Ranma's reverie was broken as the little pervert ran past him carrying
a huge bag of underwear. A group of school girls he recognized from
Furinken also ran past him.
"Ranma! Can you help us catch him?" Sayuri asked as she and Yuka came
out of the crowd panting for breath.
"Yeah, he's too fast for us. When you do can you please make sure my
bra and panties are okay? You can't miss them, I just bought them
yesterday. They're blue and very lacy," Yuka said, describing the nice
lingerie she had foolishly decided to bring and show to her friends.
Sayuri closed her eyes as a rush of wind suddenly rised up around
them. After the cloud of dust cleared and she was able to see again,
she noticed Ranma was missing. "He's probably catching the pervert,
right now."
Yuka nodded. "I can't really understand why Akane says he's a pervert
or anything. I mean he helps us girls chase Happosai all the time and
he always finds to time to help us sort out our underwear after. He's
obviously much too in love with someone if sorting through panties with
a bunch of girls does nothing for him."
Sayuri agreed.
* * * * *
Do not think it! Do not think of Yuka in a lacy blue bra and panty!
D'oh. Akane was right. She was right all along. He needed help
seriously, Ranma decided. He better go home before he could get into
anymore trouble. If any of his suitors knew what was going through his
mind, he didn't know of they would take advantage of it or smack him.
Besides, he was getting kind of hungry again. Kasumi would have some
snack for him before dinner.
* * * * *
"Ranma, is very considerate isn't he," Nodoka said with a certain
amount of pride as she started tidying up the dojo where Ranma no slept
since she now shared Genma's room. "Only seven pairs of clothes, almost
no belongings, and he still manages to make his room a mess for me to
clean."
Kasumi smiled at Auntie Saotome's praise of her son. "Yes, he's very
nice in that way, isn't he. It's very hard too keep busy when Father
and Akane keep their rooms nice and tidy. Nabiki doesn't like it when I
go into her room and clean up. Akane also insists on cleaning the dojo
and the kitchen if she uses them, so that isn't of much help. I really
don't like watching television all that much to pass the time. With
Ranma, I can hardly stay still. I just wish I could do more to thank
him."
Nodoka nodded at Kasumi's agreement. "I've noticed that you fix at
least one favorite dish of his every day. I'm sure he's grateful for
that already. If you feel the need to do more, why not treat him as if
he were a part of your family. I've seen you take care of Akane and
Nabiki. Ranma could benefit from your care also."
Kasumi thought about that for moment before she smiled sunnily, "I
think I might just do that."
* * * * *
"Oh, hi Kasumi!" Ranma called out as he entered the kitchen. "What do
you have for snacks"
"Hello, Ranma-kun. I have some rice cakes here. Would you like some?"
Kasumi asked.
"Yeah, they'll do." Ranma closed his eyes as the taste flooded through
his mouth. "I needed that after the day I've had."
"Oh? Would you like to tell me about it? It might help if you talk
about it." Kasumi gestured for Ranma to sit down.
Ranma thought of saying no, but then decided against it. He didn't
want Kasumi to be upset. "It's not really anything. Just some stuff I
learned in school today. Family planning and all that."
Kasumi smiled. This was exactly the sort of thing she was experienced
at. After all, she did help Akane when her sister went through it.
Maybe the same technique will work on Ranma.
Ranma tensed as suddenly Kasumi held him by the shoulders. What the?
He melted as the feeling of being hugged warmed his entire being. She
cradled his head and softly whispered to him as if he were a baby.
"Ranma, I'm sure everything will be all right. Everybody goes through
this at least once in their lives. Let me tell you a story. One day, a
few years ago, I went out on a stroll. I was wearing a nice white dress
that was so very clean. After walking awhile, I chose a comfortable
place in the park to sit down. It was then I noticed a red stain on my
beautiful dress."
"You mean?" Ranma asked in a shocked voice.
"Yes, I was becoming a woman."
* * * * *
Ranma wearily walked to the dojo. Maybe a few hours training would get
his mind out of the gutter. How in the world any one can think that way
about Kasumi, he didn't understand. He just hoped that Kasumi wouldn't
find out why he had beat such a hasty retreat. He had been too excited
for his own good.
Ranma slid open the dojo doors and was greeted with the sight of his
tomboyish fianc�e practicing a fierce kata. Tomboyish, may have been
accurate to describe her personality, but not her looks. Not by a long
shot.
He watched as her small form moved across the room. What she lacked in
grace, she made up in pure athletic energy. The soft outline of her
muscles only barely indicated her hidden strength. Trickles of water
appeared, giving her skin a health sheen. As a result, her gi clung to
her sweat drenched body. Definitely not built like a brick.
Akane slowed her kata until she came to a halt. She opened her eyes to
see Ranma standing in the doorway gawking at her. She blinked not quite
believing it. He had on the same expression she usually had while she
watched him practice. They continued to stare at each other until Akane
broke the silence.
"Ranma, are you finished with that extra study session already?" Akane
asked, already forgetting that she was supposed to be mad at him for his
behavior in class. She just felt that she need to say something rather
than stand there like an idiot. It helped slightly that she wasn't the
only one doing that.
Akane's voice knocked what little sense he had still back into him. He
forced himself to look at Akane's face rather than her still heaving
chest. "Yeah," Ranma croaked out.
Akane stifled a giggle. Poor Ranma. His mouth had hung open so long
it had gone dry. Well it was about time, Ranma was beginning to notice
her. She wondered what brought that on. A blush crept to her face as
she remembered what Sayuri said. He's not thinking about starting a
family with me, is he?
"Damn! I forgot all about Nabiki's payment! I, uh, need to go,
Akane. Talk to you later," Ranma said as he ran towards Nabiki's door.
Better make it the window, he thought. That way he could say that he
had been held up and hadn't actually been home this long. Knowing
Nabiki, she would charge him interest if she knew that he deliberately
wasted her time.
Akane watched disappointedly as Ranma quickly ran away. That spineless
jerk! Just when they were making headway again.
* * * * *
Nabiki glared at the offending window with frustration. Where was he?
He was late with her payment again. Not that she actually cared about
the little bits of money Ranma was used to dealing with. It was just
that she got very moody if she didn't see him once in awhile. She
laughed bitterly at that. She lived with him and she still complained
about that.
Why did she have to like someone that obviously knew nothing about the
value of a dollar? Or one that was the object of no less than four
girls' obsession for that matter. She sighed as she thought about him
again. After months of living with the guy and dealing with him on a
constant basis, she had come to understand him thoroughly and the sad
thing was she found that she liked him even with his quirks.
After she had found out, she had tried many things to get him to do
something that would make her hate him. She sold him, tricked him, and
generally made his life a living hell and still he refused to hit or
even tell her that he despised her. What a jerk! Even Akane hated her
for her actions during the wedding attempt, but not him. She decided to
just give up and maybe she would eventually hate him as his quirks got
worse, but in the meantime she would go with the flow.
Finally! Nabiki thought as she heard the tap on her window. She did a
quick check to make sure she was presentable. Tight short shorts,
check. Tank top, two sizes smaller, check. No bra, check. Not that
the fool would notice, she thought. "Come in and sit down. I'm going
to have to teach you the importance of time again."
Ranma found that he could do nothing but obey as he took in the lovely
sight in front of him. His heart thumped as he entered the room. "Er,
sorry I'm late with the payment again. I really need to get going.
Need to study and everything."
Nabiki frowned as she looked at Ranma's obviously nervous behavior and
did he mention homework? Something was up. She smiled a crooked smile
as she followed Ranma's eyes to see what he was staring at. He was
staring at her. Yes! It took him long enough to notice that she was a
woman. You'd think he was a eunuch for the way he acted around woman at
times. "You don't mind if I do my exercises while we talk do you,
Ranma?"
"..." Ranma's mind was deteriorating as he watched Nabiki slowly move
towards her bed. It shut down completely as she spread her legs and
started the stretch.
"Now, where to begin. How about I tell you again about how my day goes
and explain each and every minute? Maybe then you will think twice
before wasting my time by waiting for you. You will also notice that
the time I take to talk with you is also precious. So I will of course
charge you by the minute as I lecture you," Nabiki said, explaining the
procedure slowly. By time she was done with the lecture she would also
be done with her exercise. What a coincidence.
* * * * *
"Wait, come back here, Ranma!" Nabiki yelled out. She couldn't reach
Ranma in time before he leapt though the window sill. Maybe she had
gone just a little overboard when she pretended to have an inch on her
thigh. Very high up, that is.
Nodoka ran rushed into Nabiki's room at the sound of her son's name.
"What happened?"
Nabiki blushed slightly as she related to Auntie Saotome, Ranma's
strange actions. She didn't like the wild look in his eyes. The were
bloodshot from strain.
Nodoka raised an eyebrow at Nabiki's comments. From what she had
heard, her son had always been the perfect gentleman. Nabiki's teasing
shouldn't have gotten to him like that. But then again, she thought as
she gave Nabiki's choice of clothing a critical glance. "Really,
Nabiki. Those shorts are so short, one wonders if you have need of
panties. At that tank top or is it? It looks painted on you. The bra
or rather lack of bra is just a bit much don't you think?"
Nabiki blushed even harder. She sighed, "It's just so hard with
Ranma. He doesn't pay attention to me half the time. The only way I
can get him to talk with me is to either get him angry with me or lend
him money."
It was Nodoka's turn to sigh, "You can't stop all the wedding attempts,
Nabiki. You're going to have to tell him sooner or later. I would
personally like both you and Akane to be my daughters-in-law."
Nabiki rolled her eyes at that. Like the government would ever allow
that to happen. "Anyway, we need to get a move on. Ranma could be
anywhere and there's no telling what he might do, half crazy that he is
right now."
"There's no need," Cologne said as she suddenly appeared at Nabiki's
window. "I saw him running towards the ocean. He probably won't stop
until he runs out of energy or a day and night if you want to be exact."
"Isn't that a little extreme? Even, Ryoga's not that bad." Nabiki
frowned. She didn't like the idea that she pushed Ranma over the edge.
"No, not really. Gather everyone you can find together into the dojo.
I'll explain to you all at once," Cologne supplied. This was going to
be hard for a lot of them to understand. She couldn't believe what she
was about to tell them herself.
* * * * *
"Ranma doesn't know!?" the entire crowd of people gathered yelled out
simultaneously.
Cologne nodded. She couldn't believe it herself. But it was obvious
if you knew a few facts. "He never had the time to learn. I doubt very
much that any of you girls actually asked him straight out. And one of
you has made it clear to him that thinking in that way is perverted. He
may only have been thinking about harmless peek-a-boo, but now I think
he understands what you really meant. He no doubt thinks that he is as
evil as Happosai right now."
To which Ranma's suitors blushed. It wasn't something a girl would ask
a boy, even an affectionate girl like Shampoo. Akane looked away
guiltily. Ranma was crazy now and it was her fault. She just had to
find him again and make it up to him.
"Also, he has irregularly attended the school system here in Japan, so
he could easily have missed that part of his education. His only other
source from an authority figure is his father and we all know how
reliable he is," Cologne continued on.
Genma flinched as Nodoka started fingering her katana. "You don't
understand. Strength in the art can also come from virtue and purity.
I did not want to soil his mind at such a young age." He breathed as
sigh of relief as Nodoka's hands dropped back down. Good one, Saotome,
he thought.
"Furthermore, none of his peers, his only other source, would ever even
think about talking to him about sex. Suppressed teenaged hormones,
enough testosterone for a football team, and the fact that he'd seen
more naked bodies and been in more compromising than Happosai could ever
dream of, you have one seriously wild guy on the loose. I would say the
first girl to find him would be extremely lucky or unlucky depending on
how you view it," Cologne finished finally.
Hiroshi and Daisuke glanced at each other. How those two ever got into
the dojo was a mystery. They never actually described it to Ranma.
They mainly implied it with a few nudges and winks. Ranma acted like he
knew what they were talking about.
Kasumi blushed as she heard this. One of the first persons Ranma
actually became aroused by was her? She hadn't been imagining when she
felt something poke into her when she hugged Ranma just awhile ago.
Nobody had ever seen her as a sexual object before. Sure she had many
boys think her to be attractive but none had ever asked her out even
after she graduated. She felt strangely excited knowing that at least
one boy wanted to jump her. "Oh my, we're out of rice. I think I
better head to the market. And... um don't wait up."
Nabiki cast Kasumi a suspicious glance. "I have to go too. I'm
meeting a couple of friends at the mall. Don't wait up for me either."
"Aiyah! Shampoo have deliveries to make."
"<Cough> <cough> I better head back to Ucchan's. This flu is turning
bad I think."
"Hey, Sayuri, I'm tired. You want to head home? I'll walk you home."
"Yuka, I live all the way one the other side of Nerima. It'll take you
hours to walk home. Ouch! Why'd you kick me for?"
"Ohohoho! Such deceit. I for one am not ashamed. I will be the one
that finds Ranma-sama first!"
Akane could only stare. Nabiki and Kasumi? "Hey, I'll walk you home
too Sayuri!"
P-chan grunted as he suddenly wandered into the room just in time to
hear about the situation. He didn't care. Better go back to Akari, he
thought and promptly got lost again.
Kuno and Mousse on the other hand immediately went out looking for
Ranma, to halt the foul martial artist's reign of terror on innocent
young women.
Soon the dojo was cleared out, except for four grownups. Nodoka eyed
Cologne thoughtfully. "You didn't tell any of them about Ranma going
towards the ocean. I assume other than Nabiki, myself, and you, Shampoo
also knows this."
Cologne only smiled.
* * * * *
Epilogue
"Safe! Safe at last! Nobody can accuse me of being a pervert here.
No girls for miles around." Ranma sank immediately to the ground and
slept, tired from running.
* * * * *
<Oh, look, a man!> the Joketsuzoku Amazon called out. He looked to be
sleeping at the moment.
<He's cute! Let's bring him back to the village. Maybe we can get him
to fight one of us. He looks like he's a martial artist from his
bracers,> another voice said.
<Of course he is. Just look at that that musculature. Only a martial
artist can develop one like that. You know, since they changed that
rule of first come, first serve to any number of amazons can pick the
same man, life has gotten interesting in the village,> yet another voice
spoke up.
The contingent of twenty amazons nodded in agreement and decided to
pick the boy up and cart him away.
* * * * *
The End. (maybe)