Here is the latest from my rather warped and twisted mind.
Unfortunately, being warped and twisted seems to have seized it up
somewhat, and I find myself with sever writers block.
Translation: Bone Idleness.
In any case, this is what should end up being the first twenty five percent
of chapter eight, hopefully posting this will motivate me to
get on with the rest of it. Knock on wood.
T.H.
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The Shikima Interface
Chapter eight.
Family, got to love them.
A fan fiction based on the Manga by Rumiko Takahashi, Ranma
1/2, and using characters and situations from the anime La Blue
Girl.
I have no rights to any of these characters.
Big surprise there eh?
Original characters are mine except where otherwise noted. Anyone
wishing to use them, drop me a line.
The Hungry Tiger,
schell@interlog.com
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.
If you are under age for adult material, don't read this.
Anyone else. Please for goodness sake read this and let me know
what you think.
Of course as May West said, "Goodness has nothing to do with it."
What has gone before.
Sheesh, just about everything but the kitchen sink, and I'll be
getting to that eventually.^_^
Ryouga discovered a potion that could disable the Jusenkyo
curse. Ranma thinking it was a cure, drank it in his female form,
trapping him that way, very likely forever unless she can pull a
rabbit out of the hat with the magic energy that seems to have
replaced her Chi, which was destroyed by the potion
.
Under the influence of the demons who gave him the potion,
Ryouga raped Ranma, who is in denial about it, considering it just
another variation in the long line of fights with Ryouga, one that
just happened to bring a whole new meaning to the term full body
contact. Ryouga on the other hand is guilt ridden over the incident.
A state of mind that is not helped by the fact that he can't, thanks to
the demons, seem to stop thinking about how good it felt to have
sex with Ranma.
Akane and Nabiki have discovered that there is a Shikima
demon in the family wood pile, and both of them have started to
manifest signs of their heritage.
Unknown to them, their sister, Kasumi, has been a fully
manifested Shikima since she was born, but has controlled her
nature until recently by wearing wards at all times. To make up for
the urges the wards could not wholly suppress, Kasumi has been
going away to Hong Kong twice a year for the last three years, and
working as a very high priced, and very exclusive, escort.
In order to not cause lasting harm to her customers, she has a
strict, one night to a client rule. One of her recent clients, a very
wealthy crime lord, has taken issue with this, and has instructed his
personal bodyguard and right hand man, Wolf Erickson, to hunt
down the elusive Miss Sakura at all costs. To this end, Wolf has
offered a substantial sum to any detective who can locate the lady.
Akane has acquired a modified Jusenkyo gender curse of her
own, and now turns into a strapping six foot three, two hundred and
thirty pound boy. She, or rather he, has also inadvertently soul-
bonded with both Ranma-chan and Ukyou, effectively marrying
them by demon tradition.
Akane's curse varies from the usual in that she is fully affected
in all aspects. When she's a boy, she's a boy all the way.
She is developing a split personality, most easily observed in
her attitude toward Ryouga. While a guy, Akane want to kill
Ryouga for having had sex with Ranma, while a girl, she sort of
wishes he would do her as well.
Ironically, considering her relationship with Akane, Ukyou has
recently been selected by the Kami for training as a Demon hunter.
Her trainer and advisor from the Kami plan, an eight inch miniature
version of herself named, Yousee, is less then delighted with the
fact that her charge is married to a demon, but has come to a
somewhat uneasy truce with Akane.
Nabiki has not been doing much better than her sister, she too
has managed to soul-bond a partner, a certain purple haired
Amazon, who has revealed a surprising inclination toward being a
sexual submissive. Much to her own surprise, Nabiki has fallen
head over heals in love with Shampoo.
Having confirmed the soul-bond, Cologne has accepted the
situation as something she can not alter, and is determined to turn
Nabiki into a worthy mate for Shampoo, no matter how much it
hurts. Nabiki that is.^_^
Both Akane and Nabiki are suffering from a lack of nutrition.
As Shikima, they need to feed on sexual energy gathered by
intercourse with people of the opposite gender. Nabiki has managed
to slake her hunger somewhat due to an encounter with a street
gang, who discovered too late that one should not judge a book by
it's cover.
Akane has not been so fortunate, and with Ranma trapped as a
girl, has elected to remain a boy until such time as Ranma should
find someway to regain her masculine body. In the meantime
Ranma-chan and Ukyou are seeing that Akane-kun receives lots of
nutriments.
Currently Nabiki and Akane, accompanied by their paramours
are headed for the Tendo Dojo to inform their father that they are
married.
Ranma, after an encounter with Shampoo-neko, who was
riding in Nabiki's arms, has taken to the back alleys, and is
approaching the dojo from the rear.
And finally, Miko Mido, daughter of the King of the Shikima,
has just recently learned that her mother had another child, and that
she has relatives living at a place called the Tendo School of
Anything Goes Martial Arts in Nerima.
Now on with the story.
Ranma Saotome leaped lightly over the back wall of the Tendo
compound. Something she had done a hundred times before. For a
second she seemed to hang silhouetted against the afternoon sun, a
vision that many would pay good money to see, and had, via her
sister-in-law's camera. On this particular day pictures of the red-
headed girl would have fetched a particularly good price. She was
dressed in a Furinken girl's school uniform, the skirt of which was
billowing high up on her hips, exposing her panty-clad bottom to
anyone standing below.
Unfortunately for Nabiki, the aforementioned sister-in-law,
she was currently several blocks away, and as a result, would be
denied a substantial payday.
Unfortunately for Ranma, her mother 'was' present, and
directly below her. Nodoka was busy helping Kasumi hang the daily
wash out to dry. A strangled exclamation from her high-flying
daughter caused her to look up. In an instant, her eyes took in
Ranma's frantic efforts to avoid a collision and she calmly took one
step to the side, closing her eyes slightly in sympathetic pain as
Ranma met the ground face first.
For a minute Ranma lay sprawled on the ground, her face half
buried, and her panty clad bottom pointing at the heavens while her
skirt settled around her waist. Once again, Nabiki missed a great
payday. An embarrassed Ranma, deciding that her mother was not
about to leave, no matter how long she left her head buried in the
sand, rolled over and brushed the dirt from her face. She looked up
and asked, in as nonchalant a tone as she could manage given the
circumstances, "You alright, Mom?"
Nodoka, relieved to see that Ranma had not suffered any harm,
went from concern to the parental reaction that usually followed
that emotion, annoyance. "Ranma, that is hardly what I would call
lady-like behavior. I thought we had agreed that outside of the
house you would conduct yourself in such a way as to not disgrace
our family name."
Ranma looked a bit sheepish, but before she could offer, or
think of, an excuse, Kasumi spoke up in her defense, "But she is
'inside' the house, Aunty. After all, the grounds 'are' part of our
home."
"Yea, that's right, Mom," Ranma piped up, nodding her head
vigorously, eager to avoid another lecture on her responsibilities.
She was going to be in enough trouble later on when her marriage to
Akane and Ukyou was discussed without getting her mother
annoyed now. She was dreading having to explain to her mother
that she was married to a guy, even if that guy was Akane. She
didn't even know how she was going to explain Ukyou. Of course,
Ukyou wasn't really married to her, but to Akane, but she doubted
her mother would make the distinction. Come to that, she didn't
really herself.
On the plus side, for once it wasn't going to be just Akane and
her all the attention would be focused on. With any luck Nabiki and
Shampoo would distract the adults. After all, Akane and her had
been more or less expected, at least by their fathers. Nabiki and
Shampoo now, Ranma defied anyone to have seen that one coming.
Of course, the best thing of all was she wouldn't have to go
through yet another wedding. No tight fancy clothes, no standing in
front of the whole world and saying you love someone. That sort of
stuff was private. She didn't know how people could say stuff like
that in public, not to mention the kissing. She might have come to
enjoy kissing Akane quite a bit, but not in front of others, thank you
very much.
Nodoka was looking at her daughter with a pensive frown on
her face. She knew perfectly well from the way that Ranma had
entered the grounds that she had not been deporting herself in a
lady-like manner outside the compound. Then, she sighed in
resignation. When it came right down to it, she simply did not have
the heart to chastise Ranma for small infractions.
Her recent renewed intimacies with Genma had reminded her
how important the physical aspects of love could be. Her former son
had loved Akane, and was still in denial over having to give up the
marriage, and what went with it. Nodoka could at least help her by
giving her a little room to be herself. In time Ranma would adjust
and move on, maybe to that Ukyou girl, who Nodoka suspected
might be more interested in Nodoka's 'daughter than she had been
in Nodoka's 'son'. "All right, Ranma," she said. "But do try to keep
in mind the impression you are making on others."
"Will do, Mom," Ranma said, happy to have avoided a lecture.
Now to make herself scarce before Nabiki and her 'girlfriend-slash-
*shudder* cat' showed up.
"Oh, Ranma," Kasumi called out before the redhead could
reach the house. When Ranma looked back inquiringly, she
continued, "Your friend, Ryouga, is in the dojo, sleeping. Would
you see if he's ready to wake up? If he is, please tell him that dinner
will be ready shortly." Kasumi went back to hanging the laundry,
while Nodoka turned away from both of them, hoping neither would
notice the sudden fierce blush on her face. While Kasumi had never
mentioned the incident, Nodoka was still highly embarrassed by
what the young woman had seen when she had walked in while
Nodoka had been giving the unconscious young man a sponge bath.
She had no need to worry. Kasumi was busy with the wash, and
Ranma's mind was on anything but the sudden flush of red that
stained her mother's face.
'Ryouga was here!' Ranma felt like someone had just kicked
her in the gut, and her flesh tingled with remembrance of the last
time she had encountered Ryouga. Almost, she continued on into
the house. She could wait for Ukyou and Akane, and between them
they could approach Ryouga, and take him down if the potion was
still making him crazy.
Ranma went so far as to take two steps in that direction, but
then she paused and clenched her hands at her side. No! Ryouga
was her problem to deal with. Potion or no potion, he had beaten
her. Even if the manner in which he had done it was not exactly
what one could call fighting, she still owed it to herself to confront
him on her own, mano a mano. No matter what she looked like, or
the fact that she'd had sex with a guy, she was still a man, and men
settled fights on their own, with no help from anyone else. Stiff-
legged Ranma marched toward the dojo, a determined look on her
face. She would face Ryouga, and she would regain her pride by
grinding his face into the dirt.
As she got close to the dojo, a familiar and hated sensation
made her stomach churn. It was the same as when she'd faced Kuno
earlier in the day. Her stride shortened, then slowed till eventually
she was at a standstill. She stood staring at the black rectangle that
lead into the darkened dojo. In the bright afternoon sun, nothing
could be seen inside the dark room. Sweat beaded on Ranma's face,
and she took a step backwards.
'Ryouga's likely pretty tired,' she thought to herself, clutching
at any excuse to not step through that door.. 'He usually is after
getting back from one of his little jaunts.' Ranma rubbed her chin
with her thumb, a thoughtful look on her face. 'It wouldn't be
honorable to fight him when he's tired. I'll just wait till he's rested
a bit more, and then I'll challenge him.' Ranma nodded her head
sharply, and spoke aloud. "That's the way, the honorable martial
artist never takes advantage of her foe's disability." Satisfied with
her rationale for putting off the fight, Ranma stepped up on the
small porch that fronted the dojo and sat down, waiting for Ryouga
to wake up.
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Nabiki was speaking as the group consisting of herself,
Shampoo, Akane, Ukyou, Yousee, and Cologne turned into the
Tendo compound. "So that's the way we'll do it. We just come right
out and tell them about the soul bonding. Beating around the bush is
not going to do us any good, though I'm sure Akane would be
happy to do some."
The last was said with a sardonic smile Akane was familiar
with from long exposure to his sister's twisty mind. The problem
was of, course, that while he knew that Nabiki had said something
nasty, he was not quite sure what it was. In any case, he had other
matters on his mind that were more important than figuring out
what Nabiki had said. He scowled at his sister and said, "What do
you mean, that's the way we'll do it? I don't remember agreeing to
this. We have to break it to them gently. Aunty Nodoka is not going
to be happy that Ranma and I are married. She was really looking
forward to our wedding. She talked about it all the time. She's going
to be mad that we didn't get married the old-fashioned way. I say
we don't mention it, and just tell them that Ranma and I are getting
married right away. They'll be so happy, they won't ask any
questions."
Nabiki smirked back at Akane, but there was annoyance
in her voice when she spoke up. "And how do you suggest I break
my news gently, 'brother' dear? Oh, by the way, Daddy, I married a
cat a few days ago? Maybe 'you' can still do everything all nice and
official, but last time I checked same-sex marriages were a bit hard
to come by in Japan. I imagine interspecies ones are even harder.
And what about Ukyou?"
Akane started, and looked guilty. He directed an apologetic
look toward the tall brown-haired girl beside him and said, "I'm
sorry, Ukyou, I wasn't thinking. It wouldn't be fair for Ranma and
me to have a fancy wedding and leave you out."
Ukyou laughed and said. "I don't think that's a problem. I may
have dressed like a boy all these years, but I still dreamed of my
wedding day. I'm not about to give it up, and I think we can swing
it, if not in any way I ever imagined."
"How?" Akane asked, puzzled. "Nabiki's right about one
thing, unconventional weddings are not really official, and I don't
think we want the publicity doing some weird ceremony would
cause, like all three of us getting married at once."
"Ah, but you forget Akane, we don't have three people, we
have four."
"What?" Akane said, startled, and his glance went to Ukyou's
cleavage, where Yousee was snugly enclosed on either side by
Ukyou's warm flesh.
"Don't bring me into your twisted group," the little spirit
snapped. "Just because my partner's gone and got herself bonded to
a pervert demon, don't expect me to jump in."
"Hush," Ukyou said to the small copy of herself. "I never
meant that."
Beside them, Cologne gave a chuckle. "I think I see where this
is going. Well thought out, girl. I think that will do the trick nicely."
Nabiki's expression grew annoyed. She didn't get it, and that
bothered her. She cudgeled her brain trying to see what Cologne
had, but could not manage it. She'd be damned if she'd ask,
however, especially as Ukyou was about to explain it without
urging, or payment.
"It's simple, Akane. You told me yourself. Your male and
female sides are very different. So it seems the simplest thing to do
is for you to marry Ranma, and I'll marry your female half."
Akane's protest of, "But you're a girl," coincided with
Nabiki's exclamation of, "Of course, that is perfect."
"Well, if it's so clear, would someone explain it to me?"
Akane asked.
"It's simple, sugar. I'm listed as a boy in our family register,
and my documentation all reflects that. So a little dress up, and hey
presto, husband and wife. Simple, right? It might not be the
wedding I always dreamed of, but," Ukyou got down on her knees
and looked up at the towering form of her 'husband, "you would do
me a great honor if you would consent to become my bride."
Akane blushed and looked around frantically. "Shhhh," He
said to Ukyou. "Not while I'm a guy." Then, his expression
softened, and he reached down and helped Ukyou to her feet.
Looking deep into her eyes, he said, "But ask me again, later, when
I'm a girl and we're alone, and I think you'll like the answer."
Ukyou and Akane stood gazing into each other's eyes until
Yousee gave a disgusted snort and floated up from between
Ukyou's breasts. "That's it. I've exceeded my monthly quota of
sappiness, and it's not even been a week. I'm going to check out
this demon lair. You two are on your own."
"Amen!" Nabiki intoned. "I'll second that. You two should
either cool it, or go find a room. Some of us hope to eat to-night,
and you're not doing my appetite much good at all."
Akane sniffed in dismissal of Nabiki's comment, but did turn
away from Ukyou to say, "Anyway, Nabiki, you can see that there
is no need to go rushing in. We can do this without getting everyone
upset."
"Forget it Akane. I'm not about to fall into the same trap you
lot always do. Hoping that if you just wait, everything will fix itself.
The situation is here, and it's not changing. We tell them flat out."
Akane exchanged looks with the others, including Shampoo,
who was currently curled up in Nabiki's arms. Shampoo looked
resigned, and the others rolled their eyes, their expressions clearly
saying Nabiki had a lot to learn. It was never that easy. "Fine then,"
Akane said in his deep voice. "You go tell them flat out. Ukyou and
I will take you up on your suggestion, and go find a room." Having
said this, Akane swept a startled Ukyou up in his arms and bounded
off, taking a route around the side of the house.
Nabiki looked after him, not succeeding entirely in hiding the
dismay on her face. Despite her words, she had been counting on
the combination of her and Akane's news overwhelming their
parents. 'Damn, it, now I'll have to either go it alone, or wait till
Akane comes down,' she thought with annoyance.
"Oh my." The group looked over at the familiar smiling face
of Kasumi. "Company for dinner. How nice. Won't you all come . .
.?" Kasumi's familiar greeting trailed off as she looked at Nabiki,
an expression of shock on her face. "Oh my!" Kasumi repeated, in a
much different tone then before. Holding a hand up to her face in
surprise. "Nabiki. How?"
Nabiki sighed. There could be little question as to what had
shocked Kasumi. The demon markings that she was wearing on her
forehead. Well, she had known this was coming. Once again, she
cursed her brother under her breath, then said, "Don't worry,
oneechan, we'll explain it when the family is all together."
"But, Nabiki, Demon marks. You shouldn't have those."
Nabiki and the two Amazons froze. It was not the first time
Kasumi had said something improbable, but this went way beyond
her usual out of the blue comments.
"You know what these are?" Nabiki asked in a flat voice.
"Oh my." Kasumi looked trapped and glanced around in
apprehension. "We really shouldn't discuss this out here, but . . ."
Kasumi paused, and everyone started in shock when marks of a
similar nature to Akane's and Nabiki's appeared on her face.
"Kasumi!?" Nabiki exclaimed in shock, her usual facade of
indifference completely shattered. Somehow, it had never occurred
to her that her older sister would be affected by what had happened
to her and Akane. Kasumi as a demon simply was not a concept she
could fit into her world view. She had no illusions about herself and
Akane. She was certainly no saint, and Akane's temper tantrums did
not make it difficult to believe he could be a bit of a demon, but
Kasumi . . .!
Gathering her scattered senses, Nabiki scowled at her older
sister and said, "You seem to have a lot of knowledge for someone
this just happened to, oneechan. Care to explain that?"
"I think that can wait, son-in-law," Cologne said. "As your
sister said, this is not the place to discuss such matters. Come, let us
go inside, where it is private."
Akane set Ukyou down on her feet inside his bedroom, and
gave a nervous laugh while running his hand through his hair, when
the brown-haired girl looked at her in inquiry. "Sorry about that. I
always wanted to do that. Just sweep someone up in my arms, and
carry them off. Ranma does, . . . did it all the time to me."
"That's all right, sugar, I don't mind. But do you really think
we should have run out on your sister?"
"You heard her, she's going to tell them straight out. You
know that's not going to go over well."
"Maybe so, but ain't that all the more reason to be there for
her?"
Akane looked nervous, and again rubbed the back of his head,
"Well, you see, it's just . . ."
"You figure that by the time she gets done talking to your dad,
and the others, they'll be too shell-shocked to even raise a whimper
about us."
Akane looked surprised. "I never thought of that. What a great
idea."
It was Ukyou's turn to look surprised. "Then why did you
carry me up here then?"
Akane went back to looking nervous. He tapped his forefingers
together, while looking down at the floor. "It's just, well, I figured
Dad would be pretty upset, he might even forbid us from being
together. Not that I'd let that stop me!" Akane hastily assured
Ukyou. "But we might be apart for a little while I tried to get him to
come around, and I, well . . ."
Ukyou looked at Akane in amusement, and with a great deal of
affection. She was not sure if it was because the only boy Akane
had ever had real contact with was Ranma, or if it was Akane's own
nature speaking, but the tall dark-haired boy was behaving exactly
like Ranma when he wanted something and was too embarrassed to
ask for it. She was almost inclined to tease Akane, he looked so cute
at the moment, but truth to tell, if there was a chance they might be
apart for a few days, there was something she wanted as well.
Reaching up, she wrapped her arms around Akane's neck and
pulled his head down to hers. Just before their lips met, she
whispered, "While you're thinking about why you brought me here,
why don't we pass the time constructively?" Then all speech halted
as their tongues found something more interesting to do.
Outside at the Dojo, Ranma squirmed a bit as she felt a
familiar sensation. Faint, nowhere near as bad as just after the
potion, but still detectable. She suddenly found herself thinking
about Akane, and how maybe she could be doing something else,
rather then waiting to fight Ryouga. She squashed the thought. A
martial artist must be prepared to suffer deprivation for her art.
She'd flatten Ryouga, and then she'd go find Akane and Ukyou.
Reaching under her skirt, she pulled her panties down slightly, so
they were no longer wedged up in the split of her sex, and went
back to waiting, only occasionally twitching.
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Nabiki was pissed. She looked at her sweet innocent, succubus
of a sister and said, "You mean to tell me that you've known for
years about this, and you never told us!" She marched back and
forth in Kasumi's bedroom, waving her arms in disgust.
Kasumi wrung her hands in distress and said, "But you and
Akane were only latent. I was the only fully-manifested one. You
should never have changed, not unless you received a massive
influx of raw sexual energy. Far more then you could ever possible
receive as a normal human."
"And tell me sister dear, since when have the people around
here been considered normal!?" Nabiki did not raise her voice, but
she was getting a bit shrill. Kasumi was looking increasingly
distressed.
"Son-in-law, calm yourself!" Cologne said sharply. "It is not
your sister's fault. You heard her yourself. For most of her adult life
she's been warded. It's a miracle she could function as a person at
all."
Kasumi looked at her sister tearfully and said, "I'm sorry,
Nabiki. If I had thought you would ever need to know I would have
told you."
Nabiki looked at the tears running down her sister's face and
sighed in resignation, and not a little guilt. "I'm sorry, oneechan. I
know it's not your fault. It's daddy I should be angry with."
"Oh no, Nabiki, you mustn't. Father would have told you if he
had felt you needed to know. I'm sure he did not want to distress
you with things that would never matter to you."
"Never matter? Never Matter?" The shrillness in Nabiki's
voice was very clear now, and she looked like she wanted to
emulate her little sister, and smash something. "My life has been
ruined, and you say he didn't want to distress me with something
that didn't matter!?" Kasumi's expression of distress deepened even
further.
Cologne suddenly spoke up and asked, "Tell me, son-in-law,
how do you feel about Shampoo?" Nabiki looked startled and
glanced down at the pink cat curled up in her arms. Before she
could answer Cologne's question, the old Amazon asked another.
"If by some means you could go back to the way things were, would
you?"
Nabiki continued looking at Shampoo. To go back to the way
things were. Safe on the outside of all the madness. An observer
taking advantage of all the crazies that were drawn to Ranma. And
all she would have to give up was Shampoo, and the love she had
discovered with the volatile Amazon. She looked up at Cologne and
said, "No way in hell."
Cologne smiled at her and said, "Then I suggest we dispense
with the recriminations. We must talk to your father, and learn what
he can tell us of your heritage. It would be counter-productive to
place him on the defensive at this stage of the matter."
For a second, Nabiki looked like she was going to protest, but
then Shampoo rubbed her head along the underside of Nabiki's
breasts, and her expression softened. Nabiki looked up from the
small pink cat, and practically purred her response to Cologne's
suggestion. "Oh yes, that will do quite nicely. I'm so looking
forward to having a nice calm talk with daddy dearest."
"Oh my," Kasumi said.
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After their kiss finally finished, Akane wasted no time
divesting himself of his jacket and unbuttoning the top collar of his
dress shirt. "Whew, how do boys stand collars like that. I thought I
was going to strangle."
"Aw, and here I thought it was me, making you all hot and
bothered. Maybe I need to practice?" Ukyou purred. She snaked
her arms around Akane's muscular neck yet again and pulled his
head down for another passionate kiss.
Akane had a rather dazed expression on his face when they
finally broke apart, but he'd retained enough presence of mind to
have reached around to cup Ukyou's bottom. He gave a bit of a
growl and pulled the brown-haired girl tight against him. "I think
we both could use some practice, lots and lots of practice," he said.
He nuzzled Ukyou's neck a bit, and lightly nipped one of her ears,
then spoke softly into it. "As a matter of fact, a little indoor sparring
sounds like a very good idea." Akane's fingers kneaded Ukyou's
backside for emphasis.
Ukyou returned the favor, reaching around Akane and
grabbing as much of his solid rear in her hands as she could. She
frowned when she felt Akane's hands pull away from her own
bottom. "What's the matter?" she asked. "Afraid we might make
too much noise?"
"No. Well, maybe. But mainly, I just thought of Ranma.
Remember what happened to you at school to-day?" Akane gave a
muffled yelp as Ukyou's fingers suddenly gripped a little tighter
then was necessary, or comfortable.
"Oh, I remember all right," Ukyou said. "And I say it's my
turn for a little loving."
"But what if what happened to you, happens to Ranma?"
Akane asked in a worried tone.
"So what? She's out of school. It's not like she's trapped in the
classroom like I was. She'll know what's happening because of
what happened to me. In fact, it might be a good thing. I bet she
drops whatever she's doing, and heads home at a dead run when she
starts to heat up. Then we can really get frisky."
Akane grinned at the thought of having both girls to himself
again. He didn't give a damn if it was his demon blood speaking.
Last night had been the most fun he'd ever had, and an encore was
something he keenly anticipated. "You have a point there," Akane
said. He swung Ukyou up in his arms and headed back out the door.
"Hey, where the heck are you going? You catch a case of
Ryouga-itis? The bed's that way." Ukyou said, pointing back over
her shoulder.
Akane's face screwed up in anger, and he said with no little
heat, "Don't mention that bastard to me!" Then he grimaced and,
shaking his head, said, "Sorry, didn't mean to bite your head off.
It's just when I think of what that prick did to Ranma, I get so
angry, I want to smash something."
"I can go along with that, sugar. I can't wait to lay some
serious licks upside that jackass' head myself, but you didn't
answer my question. Why are we leaving?"
"Because I want to soap up that gorgeous body before I go and
get it all messy and sticky," Akane said in a husky voice. "Besides, I
thought you wanted to get what Ranma got this afternoon? And she
got it in the showers," he added with a grin.
"Works for me," Ukyou said with an answering smile. "On to
the bathroom, and don't spare the horses," she said, reaching around
to give Akane a swat on the bottom.
Ranma was now on her feet, pacing back and forth. She'd
made a bad mistake when she'd started thinking about Akane and
Ukyou. Now she couldn't get the memories of what they had done
last night out of her mind. She could feel the cool dampness
between her legs as her panties were moistened by the memory. It
was getting harder and harder to focus on just why she was here.
This was her chance to settle matters with Ryouga. If she didn't take
advantage of it now, she might never get another opportunity.
Ryouga might finally get himself so lost she'd never see him again.
"Focus, focus," she chanted to herself. Calling up images of all the
things she was going to do to Ryouga.
Ukyou felt her whole body tingling as Akane's large broad
hands rubbed the soapy cloth in his hands over every inch of her
skin. All she had to do was stand in the middle of the tiled floor and
let the large boy lavish attention on her. It was heaven. Akane stood
behind her and pressed his hard masculine chest against her back
while his large arms reached around to clean her front. She could
feel the hot flesh of his sex pressing into the small of her back, and
she rotated her buttocks, drawing an appreciative grunt from Akane.
His hands roamed around her body, one grasped a breast, and
started to manipulate the slippery soft flesh, his large grasp easily
containing the whole orb. His other hand reached down between her
legs and palmed her mound. A long callused forefinger crooked,
and brought pressure on just the right spot. Ukyou leaned back and
let Akane's hands carry her off to heaven.
"Arrrrggggg!" Ranma screamed in frustration. The images in
her mind had switched from the pounding she planned to give
Ryouga, to the pounding he had given her last week. Worst of all, it
was not humiliation she was feeling at the memories, or a renewed
desire for revenge, but arousal. Her panties were practically soaked.
That realization did what the memory of the rape itself could
not do. Filled with the need to replace the memory of her last
encounter with Ryouga with something a lot less perverted, she
turned to the entrance of the dojo and moved forward.
"Hey, Pig-boy, it's payback time!!" Ranma yelled as she
stepped inside, her body tense and ready for anything.
Crickets chirped, and the sound of a late season cicada filled
the air. A muffled snore came from a bundle of cloth on the
opposite side of the dojo.
Ranma held her pose for a second, beads of sweat forming on
her forehead. Then, with legs that trembled slightly, she made her
way across to the tangled bedding that concealed her arch-foe.
"I said," Ranma stated, as she grasped one corner of the
blanket, "It's payback time!!" Ranma wrenched the covering away,
and then shied backward, her fingers held out in a warding gesture
as the nude form of Ryouga rolled out onto the floor.
Ranma found that she was not nearly as prepared as she had
thought to face Ryouga. She stared in horrified fascination at the
heavy male organ nestled between Ryouga's muscular thighs. When
the lost-boy gave a slight moan of protest and lifted a heavy arm to
brush the sleep from his eyes, it was all she could do to keep from
rushing from the room.
"Huu, whatsup?" Ryouga asked in a sleepy voice. He blinked
his eyes and squinted, trying to focus on the figure standing
silhouetted in the light from the door. Ryouga very nearly
duplicated Ranma's reaction when he made out the face of the girl
standing there. "GYAAAA!!" he cried out. Holding his fingers up in
a warding gesture of his own, he scrabbled backwards till his back
came up against the wall. "Ranma, what are you doing here?!" he
yelled out.
Ashamed at the feeling of fear the sight of Ryouga's body had
caused, Ranma focused on calling up all the anger she'd felt over
the last week, washing away the fear in her belly with a healthy
dose of rage. "What the hell do you mean, what am I doing here? I
live here you idiot! What are you doing here? Especially like that?"
Ranma said, making a gesture that took in Ryouga's state of
undress.
Before Ryouga could reply, Ranma continued, "The hell with
that. Come and fight me." Ranma took up a defensive stance and
glowered as fiercely as she could at Ryouga.
Ryouga gaped at the girl standing across the room from him.
'Ranma?' he thought in puzzlement, taking in the girl's state of
dress. The only time Ranma dressed up as a girl was when she was
trying to fool Ryouga, but she wasn't trying to do that here. She had
flat out challenged him, dressed as a school girl. A cute school girl,
who's heaving chest made mistaking her sex impossible to do.
Ryouga felt a familiar heat filling his belly as he took in Ranma's
petite form. His cock twitched and started to swell. Unable to
control his rampant body parts, Ryouga clapped a hand over his
groin, but not before Ranma had gotten a good look at his reaction
to her challenge.
Ranma paled and took a step back, but then she caught hold of
her emotions. This was what she wanted after all. To face a boy, to
overcome the fear that even now was making her stomach churn.
She sneered at Ryouga and said, "What's the matter, Pig-boy?
Afraid of showing me how limp-dicked you really are? Don't you
want to get your hands on these again?" Ranma cupped her breasts
in her hands, and then dropped one hand down to the junction
between her legs. "Or maybe you'd like to have another go at this?
How about it, Ryouga. Think you're man enough to take me when
I'm not weak and helpless?"
Ranma braced herself, ready for anything, whether it was the
new Ryouga doing his level best to ravage her, or the old Ryouga
spurting blood from his nose and collapsing in a heap.
Ryouga turned his back on her, placed both hands on the dojo
wall, and rammed his head into it with all his might, snapping
several planks.
Ranma face-faulted. Getting to her feet, she stuttered out,
"What the hell did you do that for, you baka?" Her only reply was
an eerie chuckle from Ryouga, who turned to face her, a strange
gleam in his eyes and an erection that jutted out from his groin like
a spear. Ranma shuddered, and felt herself being gripped by the
same paralysis that had affected her this morning when facing
Kuno.
"I didn't feel that," Ryouga said. "So this must be another
dream. But, this time I know it's a dream." Ryouga leered at
Ranma. "And if I know it's a dream, then there is no reason not to
enjoy it. Is there, Ranma?" Ryouga walked across the dojo toward
Ranma. Ranma found herself trembling at his approach, there was
no battle aura, no clear intent at an attack, just that confident stride
carrying Ryouga, and his swaying cock, toward her with the
inevitably of a tanker ship coming into port.
Ranma forced herself to look at Ryouga's broad chest, using
every ounce of her remaining self control not to look down. Hands
took her by the shoulders and pulled her forward, pressing her
against that heavily muscled body. "How about it, Ranma?" Ryouga
said, pressing down on Ranma's shoulders. "Maybe a little mouth
action to get me warmed up, and then I'll plow your field again."
Ryouga's world went white with pain, and he fell back from
Ranma's upraised knee, curling up into a ball of agony.
Ranma looked down at her leg, still lifted from driving her leg
up between Ryouga's legs. Realization came to her, and she
suddenly pumped a fist in the air. "Yataa, I did it! All right!" She
started bouncing around the room in excitement, her fears
completely vanished for the moment.
Nodoka carried the empty clothes baskets into the laundry
room. As she was setting them down, she noticed that the occupied
sign was on the bathroom door. She deduced that it was most likely
occupied by Akane and her friend Ukyou. Nodoka decided to join
them. She wanted a chance to talk to Ukyou, and communal bathing
was a great way to get to know people. She still had hopes that
Ukyou might be the one to provide Ranma with the love Nodoka
wished her daughter to have.
Disrobing, she wrapped a towel around her body. sliding the
door open, carefully, in case she was mistaken about the occupants,
or if Akane had not yet gotten into the furo and was still male.
Nodoka froze as she took in the tableau in front of her. Akane, still
in male form, was leaning at an angle, hands pressed against the
wall. Ukyou was on her knees between the wall and his body. Even
as Nodoka watched, she pumped Akane's large, very large shaft
with both hands, watching the skin slid up and down the rigid
member with evident fascination.
Nodoka slowly closed the door and turned away. Her face was
pale, and one thought filled her mind. Ranma was going to be
devastated. She had to go to her! Nodoka quickly dressed and left
the room.
Ukyou looked over at the door, a worried look on her face.
"Did you hear something?" she asked Akane.
"No," he said in a strained tone. "Go back to what you were
doing, I'm sure it's nothing."
Ukyou grinned at the strained tone in Akane's voice and
pumped her hand up and down his shaft a few times, watching in
delight as Akane's face twisted in reaction. Looking back down at
the object in her hands, her smile faded slightly.
Ukyou had lived as a boy for ten years and had early on
mastered the art of concealing her true gender, even while attending
gym class. Those classes had proven to be far more of an education
then her teachers would have ever imagined. There, and out behind
the school, she had learned much more then she had wished at the
time, about what boys wanted to do to girls and, more importantly,
what they wanted girls to do to them. Ukyou was currently
contemplating one of the later.
Maybe because they couldn't imagine going all the way, or
maybe because it was so deliciously disgusting to the juvenile mind,
there was one particular act that got mentioned more often then any
other.
As Ukyou knelt on the floor pumping Akane's shaft, she
couldn't help but feel nervous about what she was about to do. How
would Akane react? Would he be disgusted? Could she even
manage it? Seen from this angle and this close, Akane's sex looked
enormous. Ukyou braced herself. There was only one way to find
out. Leaning forward, she opened her mouth wide and took the head
of Akane's penis inside.
Above her, Akane gasped in pleasure, and one hand came free
of the wall, and settled on Ukyou's head, encouraging her to
continue. Encouraged, Ukyou bobbed her head slightly and gagged
as she took the shaft in too far. She quickly pulled back slightly and
concentrated on the first few inches. She ran her tongue over the
smooth cap topping Akane's manhood, savoring the feel of its slick
velvety texture. Ukyou's well-trained palate tasted the heavy, salty
musk of Akane's pre-cum. While not something she'd consider
putting on an okinomiyaki, at least not one for sale; it was a unique
flavor that she found not unattractive. If his soft grunts and muttered
'oh yeas' were any indication, Akane too was finding the
experience attractive.
The feel of Ukyou's warm moist mouth and limber tongue
lavishing attention on the sensitive nerve endings lining the tip of
his scepter was threatening to blow Akane's mind. That was not all
that was threatening to blow. With great reluctance, Akane drew
back, pulling himself free of Ukyou's mouth. After Ranma's
reaction, he was not prepared to risk disgusting Ukyou by exploding
in her mouth without warning.
Ukyou looked up at Akane, a questioning look on her face. Her
tongue flicked over her lips, tasting Akane there. Akane's eyes were
glazed with lust, but there could be no mistaking his intent as he
lifted Ukyou to her feet and pressed her back against the tiled wall.
Akane's hands cupped Ukyou's ass and picked her up clear off
the floor. Ukyou, eager to expedite matters, wrapped her legs
around Akane's waist, locking her ankles together in the small of
Akane's back. She could feel his shaft, still damp from her mouth,
pressing into her soft belly. Their mouths joined together in a
passionate kiss, and Akane shifted his grip, pulling Ukyou up his
body, allowing his cock to swing free and line up with her moist
cleft, still slick with the juices called up by Akane's earlier
attention.
"Oh God!!!" Ukyou moaned into Akane's mouth, "Fuck me
Akira. I want to feel you inside me." Ukyou's voice died in a gasp
as Akane's cock found the entrance to her body. Akane's hands
lowered Ukyou, impaling her on his manhood, and they both gave
soft moans of pleasure as sensitive nerve endings slid over each
other, sending little shocks of pleasure throughout both their bodies.
Inside the Dojo, Ryouga had rolled over onto his knees
and was getting to his feet. A shining testament to the efficacy of
the Bakusai Tenketsu training. Another man might have been on his
way to the hospital, but Ryouga had already recovered from the
worst of the hit. While he would be feeling the attack for some time
to come, he was able to move, albeit painfully.
"That hurt," Ryouga said. His eyes widened, and he repeated
himself. "That really hurt."
"I bet it did," Ranma said, not a trace of sympathy in her
voice. "Now quit whining and fight me, and this time, act like a
martial artist. If you think you can beat me with a pathetic attack
like that last one, you got another thing coming." Ranma pointed at
Ryouga's penis, which was no longer in the least little bit
upstanding. "If you want to stick that thing between my legs again,
you're going to have to earn it."
Ranma failed to hear the soft gasp that followed this statement.
All her attention focusing on Ryouga, who was staring at her with
growing horror in his eyes. The realization was settling in, aided by
the pain between his legs, that this was not a dream.
Nodoka Saotome could not believe what she had heard. Her
hand went to the Katana she carried everywhere with her, and then
slowly withdrew.
No. Ranma had proven her manhood, back before this accident
left her permanently female. The old promise no longer held sway.
A new reality now existed, one Nodoka realized she had not been
truly facing, despite her efforts to make Ranma behave in a more
ladylike manner. She had only been doing that to protect the status
of the family, not out of any real conviction that Ranma was truly a
female.
Nodoka had been certain that Ranma was a female only in
body, not in mind. What she had just heard eliminated that belief. If
their had been an ounce of masculinity left in Ranma, there was no
way she could have done what she apparently had done. At least she
seemed to have retained her pride. How like Ranma to only give
herself to a worthy male. Nodoka's eyes glistened, and images of
grandchildren danced in her imagination. It appeared she had given
up hope of ever having some far too soon. She clapped her hands
together and said a short prayer to the Kami for the loss of her son,
and then another for granting her the gift of a daughter, and of
future grandchildren.
Inside the Dojo Ryouga looked at Ranma in stunned
amazement. "Are you crazy!?" he shouted. "I would never do that!"
Ranma snorted in disgust. "Could have fooled me, pig-boy.
You didn't seem to have any problems last week."
Ryouga felt a wash of shame run through him. Ranma was
right. Once again shame and guilt flooded his mind. He dropped to
his knees in front of the surprised Ranma, and crouched down till
his forehead hit the floor. "Ranma, I'm sorry. What I did to you was
unforgivable. Do with me as you will. I deserve it."
Ryouga honestly meant his words, but having to say them to
Ranma made them burn like fire in his mouth. If Ranma had not
been so greedy and selfish, not to mention stupid, none of this
would have happened. As Ryouga's anger grew, so did something
else. His eyes widened as a wave of lust for the girl in front of him
washed through his body, and he felt his cock harden between his
legs. He wanted desperately to run from the room, but raising his
body would reveal his shame, so he stayed crouched-over, all the
while simmering with anger at Ranma for putting him in this
position.
Ranma looked down at Ryouga with surprise. Of all the
possibilities, this was one she had not considered. She did not fool
herself thinking that a simple blow to the nuts had mellowed
Ryouga. She knew him too well to believe that. That left . . . Ranma
flushed red with anger. That left the fact that she was a girl.
It was not the first time Ryouga had condescended to her
because of some form of temporary weakness. Well, she was not
going to put up with it. She wasn't weak. How dare he treat her as if
she was a girl. Even when he had been doing that perverted stuff to
her, he'd at least been treating her as someone worthy of taking
vengeance on.
"Get off your ass, pork-breath. You don't get out of it this
easy." Ranma leapt forward, bringing her leg up in a powerful kick
that took Ryouga under the chin and tossed him backward. Ryouga
tried to cover his groin again, but there was rather more to cover this
time then the last, and he was only partially successful.
For a second Ranma felt the same fear from before rise up in
her at the sight of Ryouga's manhood. This time, however, her
anger kept her from freezing in panic.
Her blow to Ryouga's balls proved that she could overcome
her disability and fight back against a boy. Now all she had to do
was practice till she no longer froze. All she needed was a sparring
partner who could call up that fear in her. Akane wouldn't do, she
could admit that now. She felt no fear at the thought of Akane
making love to her, not anymore. So it looked like it was going to
have to be Ryouga, no matter how much she hated that idea. Ranma
snorted to herself; that was sort of the idea. If she didn't hate the
idea of Ryouga fucking her again, it wouldn't do much good to fight
him.
While Ranma was thinking, Ryouga had scrambled across to
his backpack and was pulling out a change of clothes.
"Oh no you don't!" Ranma cried. She leaped across the room
and tore the clothes from Ryouga before he could react. "You don't
want to go to all the work of putting those on, not when you might
have to take them off again in a little while. Of course, that's not
likely going to happen.
Ryouga stumbled back from Ranma, again cupping his groin.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Ranma," he said.
"Don't give me that bullshit!" Ranma cried, pointing at
Ryouga's hands. "You want me! Just like a week ago. You can't
wait to get me on my back and stick that thing in again."
"That's a lie!"
"Oh really," Ranma said in a saccharin-sweet tone. Her hands
went to the collar of her dress. There were only a few buttons, and it
only took a second to drop it to the floor. Leaving Ranma clad in
nothing but panties and a bra.
Ryouga's eyes bulged out at the sight in front of him, and a
thin trickle of blood fell from his nose as Ranma opened the clasp
of her bra and allowed her large, creamy breasts to spill out into her
hands. Ranma stood there for a second, bouncing her breasts
slightly, enjoying the way Ryouga's head bobbed up and down in
time to her motions. This was going to be easy; she'd almost
forgotten the power her body had over boys.
Her new confidence suddenly wavered as she felt a flush of
heat, and her breasts seemed to grow heavy in her hands. Her
nipples visibly erected, and hot liquid seemed to be pooling in her
belly. Ryouga's heated gaze didn't seem so funny anymore.
Ranma hesitated for a second, wondering if she maybe should
put her clothes back on, but only for a second. To dress after
making such a production out of shucking her clothes would clearly
be backing down, and she never backed down. Her bra dropped to
the floor to join her dress, and she hooked a thumb in either side of
her panties. Wiggling her hips slightly she inched the tight garment
down. The sides came free first while the fabric between her legs
stayed put. When the cotton finally pulled free of her damp sex, it
was all Ranma could do to keep her legs from buckling. She had
almost orgasmed on the spot.
Akane gasped and came to a stop, his cock inside Ukyou to the
root. He stood their panting, letting the overpowering urge to come
subside. Ukyou's earlier oral attention had brought him almost to
the brink, and the feel of her tight sex wrapping around his flesh had
been almost more then he could bear, but Ukyou hadn't come yet,
and Akane was determined to once again feel the vice-like grip of
Ukyou's fluttering pussy and savor the pleasure that would flood
through their soul-bond when they both reached climax together.
Once Akane was sure that the crisis was past, he started to
move again, sliding his thick manhood in and out of Ukyou's body.
It wouldn't be long now, he could feel the tension in Ukyou's body
that presaged her orgasms.
Ryouga tried to look anywhere but at the lush female form
standing in front of him. This was nuts! Ranma was around the
bend. That overdose of potion must have screwed her up
completely. His inattention to his opponent cost him as Ranma's
foot impacted between his eyes, driving him back several feet.
"Ranma, how dare you strike a man when he's not looking."
"Not my fault you're stupid, stupid. You want me to stop,
make me." Ranma moved in, she landed a dozen blows to Ryouga's
chest with first one foot, and then the other, taking advantage of her
much more powerful leg muscles to make up for her loss of upper-
body strength. Ryouga likely wouldn't even feel a punch. Each kick
drove Ryouga back a step until he crashed into the dojo wall.
Ryouga began to get mad, beyond the surface mad he always
carried around in Ranma's presence. Didn't the stupid girl know
what she was doing to him? When Ranma's next blow came lashing
in, clearly aimed at the hands Ryouga still held cupped around his
privates, he boiled over. Turning one hand over so Ranma's foot
smacked into the palm, he lifted his arm and fell forward. A second
later he was laying on top of Ranma, her foot pressed to the floor
behind her head, and her other leg trapped beneath Ryouga left leg.
"Ahhhhhhhh god!!" moaned Akane and Ukyou in tandem, and
both their bodies clenched in the throes of orgasm. Akane's fleshy
spike pulsed as it shot jet after jet of sperm deep into Ukyou's body.
Ukyou's pussy reciprocated the action by pulsing in time to the
pumping action of Akane's prick, drawing him even deeper into her
body. Akane's knees buckled, and he lowered both of them to the
floor, still locked together in a tight embrace. Joining in their
pleasure a wave of lust flowed over their soul-bond as Ranma
joined them in a mutual climax.
Ryouga's prick throbbed as it nestled into the space between
Ranma's leg, the top slipping into the cleft of her sex, while the
head parted her firm ass cheeks. He could feel her honey coating his
shaft, a wet dampness that proved Ranma was more then ready to
take him inside her warm flesh. Ryouga looked down into Ranma's
eyes and felt a thrill go through his body. The sky blue orbs were
filled with need and lust. A wave of heat passed through him as
Ranma's body shuddered under him as she orgasmed. Warm liquid
spilled over his member as Ranma's pulsating sex expelled the
excess juice in her pussy and soaked both of their thighs.
Ryouga was suddenly filled with an overwhelming need to
once again possess Ranma's body. He drew his hips back, bringing
his well-lubricated cock in line with Ranma's pussy. Under him
Ranma once again shuddered as Ryouga's cock drew up the length
of her sex, rubbing against her hyper-sensitive clitoris. Ranma's
eyes were blank, and her mind was far away with another man.
Without conscious thought, her arms went around Ryouga's neck,
and she cried out in passion. "Fuck me, fuck me now!!" Ryouga
shuddered at her words,and brought his prick in line prepared to do
just that.
The ice-cold thing that touched the back of Ryouga's neck was
not water, but served to cool his ardor every bit as much as a bucket
of that substance would have. Ryouga turned his head just enough
to see the gleaming blade that was laying across the back of his
neck and followed it up to the person who was holding it, Ranma's
mother.
"I think you should get off my daughter, NOW!" Nodoka said
in a voice that could have frozen a hot spring.
Ryouga hastily complied, and Ranma, passion now spent, and
once again aware of her surroundings, tried to cover herself with her
hands. The shame of her mother finding her in this situation was
physically painful to her. Her entire body seemed to glow red.
"Ranma, please leave. I have matters I need to discuss with
this young man."
Nodoka's tones were still icy, and Ranma felt a chill run down
her back as she saw the posture Nodoka had assumed over the
cowering Ryouga. She suddenly had a very good idea of the sort of
conversation her mother meant to have with the lost boy. Before she
was aware of what she was doing, she was between her mother and
Ryouga, the tip of the Saotome family sword pressing against her
chest, framed on either side by her full breasts, the nipples of which
were still as hard as little stones.
"Ranma?" Nodoka said in surprise.
"No, don't do it, Mom. It ain't his fault."
"He has dishonored you! He must make recompense!"
Ranma shook her head. "No. It ain't like that. He's under the
effect of the same stuff that trapped me as a girl. He couldn't help
himself. Besides, it's just another form of sparring. Me and him
have been beating the crap out of each other for as long as I've lived
here. It don't mean nothing."
Nodoka looked at Ranma with a strange expression in her
eyes. "You had sex with him, did you not? Before this?"
"Well, yeah," Ranma reluctantly conceded. "But like I said, it
was just another sort of fighting."
"I see." Nodoka looked thoughtful for a second, and then
looked around Ranma to where Ryouga was staring at her sword
with wide panic-stricken, eyes. "And do you agree with my
daughter young man? Was it just another form of sparring?"
Ryouga faced showed strain, but when he answered Nodoka's
question, it was by getting down on his hands and knees and bowing
to her while saying, "No, I raped her. No matter what the reason,
what I did was wrong, and even worse, I would have done it again
just now if you hadn't stopped me. I don't deserve to live."
"Ryouga, you dummy, shut up!" Ranma yelled. She turned to
Nodoka and said, "Don't listen to him. He's always talking himself
down like that. It was the potion. Don't kill him, Mom. Please."
"You feel that strongly about this, Ranma. You would have me
spare him even after what he did to you, and what he would have
done again if I had not stepped in?"
"I keep telling you, we were only sparring. I got to learn how
to fight as a girl. He was just helping me."
"Hmmm, I see," Nodoka said. She gave a nod, and her face
broke out in a big smile. "So it's settled then." She pulled Ryouga to
his feet, shoved Ranma into his arms, and produced two victory
fans from somewhere, which she waved vigorously over the two.
"The wedding will be as soon as we can arrange it. I'll go talk to
your father at once."
Ryouga and Ranma watched her go, equally dazed expressions
on their faces. Then angry scowls appeared, and pushing themselves
violently apart, they rounded on each other.
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!"