Title Note
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The way out.............This kicked it all off - Ranma
Autumn Leaves : Part 1..Shortly afterwards - involves Shampoo and Ukyo
Genma's Decision........The same day - Genma (+ Nabiki & Kimiko)
Such things as Dreams...The night of Kimiko's arrival - involves Akane
are made of
Consultations : Part 1..[T + One day] - Akane, Tofu and Cologne (+others)
Family Business.........Nabiki's diary, days 1 to 8.
Autumn Leaves : Part 2..[To be written]
Consultations : Part 2..[T + One week] Akane, Tofu and Cologne (+others)
A New Face..............[T + 1 week, ? days] First day of new school week.
Night Encounters [NEW]..[T + 1 week, ? days] Kimiko + 'visitors'
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Keeping Up Appearances..[T + 2 weeks] Kasumi & Kimiko
[Ranma][Fic] Night Encounters
Part of "World Without A Ranma."
I'm taking a break from the serious stuff for this fic. All character
development and no play makes Kimiko a dull read [Or something like that].
Itsy-bitsy-LIME warning: This start of this fic may be unsuitable for
children.
Night Encounters
Soun rolled over in his bed and bumped into something soft. "Are you
asleep yet, dear?" He asked quietly.
"No. We _did_ go to bed a little early tonight," Kimiko replied with a
mischievous grin. "Maybe you can think of something to do while we're
waiting to feel sleepy?"
"A nice game of Go?" Soun asked.
"We don't seem to have a board, dear," she replied.
"How about a game of strip poker?" He asked with an exaggerated leer.
Kimiko shook her head. "Sorry - that just won't do at all!" She informed
him, with a hint of regret.
"Why not? I've got a pack of cards here, somewhere."
"Maybe," Kimiko replied with mock disappointment in her voice, "but I
don't have any clothes." Kimiko pulled off the duvet to drive her point
home leaving Soun momentarily lost for words.
It was a beautiful body, Soun had no doubt about that, but it wasn't
the one he had married. Putting his doubts firmly behind him, and trying
to forget all the times Ranma had accidentally exposed himself in front of
him, Soun leaned over the bed.
Kimiko moaned under him as they kissed, then the door opened with a
slam.
"Daddy! What are you doing with my RANMA!?" Akane cried, a large wooden
mallet appearing in her hand. Soun was too shocked to react as -
"Pervert!" *Crash* "Hentai!!" *Smash* "BETRAYER!!" *Crunch*.
The last thing Soun saw was Akane shrouded in her battle aura, red mist
rising off her mallet as she left him for dead.
The last thing Soun heard was his wife's terrified scream and ...
"RANMA NO BAKA!"
...
*Ga-AAH!* Soun gasped as he sat up abruptly in his bed, sweat pouring
from his body. Across the room, in a separate bed, Kimiko woke up.
"It's alright, dearest. It's just a nightmare." Kimiko reassured her
husband. "Do you want me to come over to keep you company?"
"N-No!" Soun exclaimed. Separate beds, he decided, were definitely in
order for now. His head throbbed painfully as he dropped it back on the
pillow - that was _some_ dream, he could still feel the mallet blows!
...
Earlier that same night.
A shadowy figure moved carefully through the darkness. His stealth
marred only by the *chink*, *chink* sounds that accompanied his every
step. Aided by a grappling hook he quickly reached the upper floor
and slipped in through an open window.
He looked at the two figures sleeping in the room and consulted a
ragged piece of paper. Coming to a conclusion he cold-cocked the man
in one bed with a pistol, held reversed in his hand.
Kimiko woke up, on hearing the dull 'thump' sound. "Who's there?"
She asked, looking at the darkness obscured figure. She noted quickly
that The bedroom door was shut, and the window was now off it's hook and
swinging in the breeze.
"Howdy pardner," the man said in English - not one of Kimiko's greatest
skills. "Jed's the name, Jed Lightning - named on account a my draw."
Kimiko froze, seeing the six-shooter held lightly in his hand - she
wouldn't risk her family by fighting, if she could possibly avoid it.
"Wh-What are you doing here?" She asked, in Japanese - but he seemed to
get the idea.
"Why, I'm here ta deliver ma challenge ta yer," he said - touching hand
to the tip of his midnight black cowboy hat. "To Ranma Saotome, self-
called best martial artist in Japan and one o da purtiest gals 'n all by
da look o it."
Kimiko picked out a few words - 'challenge', 'Ranma Saotome', 'martial
artist'. "_You_ martial artist?" She asked in halting English - managing
to still make her incredulity clear.
"Sure am. Why I'm da best darn martial artist gun-slinger in da whole a
da good ole Yew Ess of A."
She'd watched her share of sub-titled Westerns in her time, martial
artist gunslinger? She thought. "What on Earth does martial arts have to
do with guns?" She asked - slipping back into Japanese again, "How gun get
here Japan?" She managed in his native language.
"Shucks miss, ahm wishing yew hadna asked dat - fact is I could only get
dis here potato gun trew customs," he said, shamefaced.
Luckily he was saved further embarrassment by the next visitor.
"OH HO HO-HO-HOOO!" Came the distinctive cry, as the American went
flying out the window - entwined in a black ribbon. Kodachi (for it was
she) took the opportunity to smack Soun across his head with a gymnastics
club while Kimiko was still in shock from the unconventional entrance*.
[* - Or the laugh. Don't want to underestimate that ^_^ ]
"What a _common_ little girl you are, to have _two_ men in your bedroom.
My darling Ranma deserves better than living in the same house as such a
tramp!" Declaimed the leotard wearing teenager.
This was something Kimiko thought she was ready for, a chance to see
just how well her training had prepared her. She leaped out of bed in a
single, smooth, movement. The effect spoiled somewhat when her night-
dress proved a little impractical for this sort of thing. "Darn it!" She
cried on hearing the fabric rip - she'd only bought it last Saturday!
"Oh, pleeease, save yourself the embarrassment of trying to fight. Just
tell me where you've hidden my darling Ranma-sama." Kodachi requested -
trying the 'nicey, nice' route first for once.
"I don't know what you mean," Kimiko replied, but the darkness was not
enough to hide her guilty look.
"Then I shall have to ask a little more ... forcefully," Kodachi
decided, suiting actions to words - twice just missing entangling the
pigtailed girl's legs with her ribbon attack.
Kimiko dodged frantically, midnight attacks by sarcastic gymnasts hadn't
been on her curriculum. "I really think you should leave quietly," she
said, "I don't want to have to hurt you."
"Hurt ME? OH-HOHOHOHO-HOoooooo!!" Kodachi trailed off - gasping for
another breath to continue the laugh.
It wasn't exactly planned - but that was a definite opening, Kimiko
decided (trying to ignore her ringing ears). "Tenshin Amaguriken!" She
shouted - using the words to focus her energy into a blindingly fast
series of blows. 10, 20, even 30 slammed towards the hapless intruder -
well, not quite so hapless Kimiko realised as her opponent blocked fist
after fist with a pair of clubs that seemed to blur into dozens as they
moved.
"Ah-hah, ah hahhahaaah!" Kodachi continued. "Now where were we?" Kodachi
asked her rival - who was now wrapped from head to foot in a pair of
ribbons.
Kimiko had no choice - she had to use one of the Tendo family's secret
techniques. "Heeeeeeelllp!!!!" - The dreaded scream-like-helpless-girl
technique.
Before the final 'p' escaped her lips, the bedroom door opened, and at
the same moment another man jumped through the window and knocked Kodachi
flat with a bo stick.
"Mom?!" Nabiki asked, as she entered the room.
"Chan?!" Kimiko exclaimed.
"Err... just by passing. See tomorrow," The blonde-haired man mumbled,
before jumping back out of the window.
Some time passed, during which Kimiko quizzed Nabiki on the unconscious
guest - and what to do about her (Nabiki favoured a short drop out the
window, but Kimiko persuaded her to take her out using the stairs). Then
they shared a disbelieving look over 'martial arts gunslinging'.
As Kimiko settled down to sleep, elsewhere - in Nabiki's room - a
certain piece of paper was being examined closely. It was simply a hand
drawn map of the local area with the Dojo marked, on the reverse was a
rough diagram indicating the room Kimiko and Soun shared.
Nabiki's eyes sharpened into a fierce scowl - the fool had been careless
enough to sign their work. She was going to have to do something about
Miko, she decided.
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