Well, this is my very first story ever sent on the net and I'm a wreck because of it… I hope you'll like it!
Ranma ½ is the property of Rumiko Takahashi, I'm just tortur… er, playing with the characters!!
Just a warning: the character are OOC here, I know it, I meant it like this. This is also Yaoi and will have other strange things later! In this first chapter there is also almost NCS but nothing serious.
And as English is my second language and French my first, try not too mind too much my strange writing…
Feline's Mate
I Strange changes and even stranger fights.
Nadoka looked at her son across the table and she couldn't believe how beautiful he was.
Normally, calling a man "beautiful" made her frown: she had strange concepts about manliness, but here she couldn't but see his beauty. She caressed with her eyes the soft planes of his face, so unlike the harsh features of her husband, and looked at the cheekbones sharp enough to cut yourself on, at the thick long sooty lashes bordering the wide sapphire blue eyes, at the thin nose, lush almost too red lips, soft but strong jaw line then his long neck and round shoulders hidden under crimson silk… She also looked at his shinning midnight blue hair in a thick rope down his back in the form of a braided pigtail. He was cute and sexy, masculine but with a strangely feminine grace and beauty…
She understood why all these girls were throwing themselves at him like they were.
He was also an honourable, caring person, even if he was rough around the edges and had the tendency of speaking without thinking, something his hidden intellect could remedy if it was called to the fore.
"Hum… Kaasan? You wanted to talk to me about something?"
She focused back on her son's face, flushing as she has been caught staring at his hair and features.
"Yes my son. I wanted to ask you something about your curse."
He looked at her, uneasy, fingering a pan of his silk shirt between long slender fingers.
"Yes mother, what…what do you want to know?"
"If I understand your explanation, when you are Ranko, you are a full-blooded female?"
He nodded hesitantly.
"Yes, I have every month my…huh…well, I bleed from here!"
Flustered, he indicated his crotch with a vague gesture. She looked at him strangely, almost with a fearful expression.
"Even when you are a boy?"
"Erm no but it's as painful as when I'm in my girl form. I asked Dr Tofu about it and he explained to me that my female…organs never disappear."
Now Nadoka looked horrified.
"You…you mean you have a…a vagina!?"
"No! No! But I've got ovaries and a womb. Tofu-sensei explained that it must be my body's way of…you know, if I ever fell pregnant as a girl, that way I could bear the child even in male form."
"I see."
She looked pale and rather shaken. He understood her reaction: himself has gone into shock at hearing the doctor's explanation.
"So, in your natural form, you have both set of sexual organs"
'And all the hormones!' she thought, her poor child must be very confused during these time of the month.
"And the others have acquired parts of their curses as well?"
"Well no. I went to ask the old…Cologne about it and she said that it was extremely rare that Jusenkyo curses mixed naturally with the cursed people…She said that men turned female and pregnant died a horrible death if the cursed person became male again…"
He shivered at remembering the old Amazon's description of the poor man's long and painful death. At the end both the man and the child had perished and it had made him almost sick because of the unfairness of it all.
"And who knows about your…'condition'?"
"Well, you, Nabiki, Kasumi, Cologne and doctor Tofu."
She raised an eyebrow. Seeing this, Ranma explained further.
"Kasumi helped me the first time: I had had these horrible pains and when I changed into my female form and saw that I was bleeding…I freaked out and Kasumi taught me all I needed to know about womanhood."
A blush coloured his pale cheeks at the memory: 'The Talk' given by the innocent Kasumi had sounded wrong and had been embarrassing.
"Nabiki learned it when she asked why I have been so 'bitchy' these last days. I kind of snapped at her and she must have recognized hers and Akane's behaviours during 'that time'. I haven't said to them that I've both set of organs but they know that I'm in pain in both forms when I bleed."
"You said "these last days"… it is your time?"
He sighed, wincing as he changed position on the pillow.
"Unfortunately yes. I try to avoid Akane and all the others idiots as much as I can because I'm more…I don't know"
"Vicious? Violent?"
She imagined a PMS-ing Ranma and winced: it mustn't be a good sight, terrifying really.
"Yes exactly and as much as they annoy me; I don't want to kill them."
Ryoga rearranged the straps of his heavy backpack on his wide shoulders as he glanced around him. Sighing, he took a great breath and…
"Where the Hell am I now?!"
He was, as was his infamous habit, hopelessly lost in the maze that was Tokyo.
"Hello, P-chan!"
The bulky martial-artist turned toward the voice of his best enemy.
"Ranma! Because of you I've…"
He stopped his usual battle cry as his acute nose caught a strange aroma. Ranma looked strangely at the fanged-boy when the brown eyes seemed to glaze over as he was approaching him.
"So P-chan, what's up?"
"…"
Suddenly Ryoga in an unheard burst of speed, took the collar of his red silk shirt in his fist and…took a deep sniff in the crook of his neck and shoulder, a strange sound escaping his throat.
"Hey! Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing Bacon-breath?!"
Ranma was beginning to freak out: he has the pig-boy almost crushing him against his larger form and smelling him as if he was a tasty delicacy. He tried to break out of the embrace but Ryoga's arms were like steel bands around his waist.
Ryoga was in heaven: he was holding the most delightful creature exuding a scent never found before: it was musky but also spicy and flowery with a strong metallic tang…but it was mostly powerful! And what power! He could felt it, the strong blinding aura of unadulterated, raw energy pulsing through him, whispering to the dark corner of his mind, where rational thoughts were nonexistent, that the bearer of this power was ripe for taking, that it needed a strong mate. It was perfect…and very arousing.
Ranma knew that the hard thing poking him in the lower stomach wasn't a lamp torch so, wanting to make Ryoga stop clinging to him, he begun to insult him: no result. He tried to wriggle: it only accented the pervert's pleasure that, at this part, has begun to lick and nip at his neck. Finally, he tried to kick and punch but was totally imprisoned. He ended clawing the arms restraining him, trying to make the other boy loosen his embrace.
"Let me go! What are you doing!! Stop Dammit!! I'll kill you, you filthy pig!! You heard me?!"
Ranma was becoming hysterical at this point: Ryoga was now pinning him to a wall with his heavier form and running his hands along his sides, groping his hips with a strength that'll surely leaves bruises, his mouth sucking on the skin of his throat.
Himself was feeling unnaturally weak under the assault, his mind a mess of thought and feeling that didn't left place for his usual tactical mind while Ryoga was strangely swift and aggressive.
He was deeply scared, more than he ever had before: he was powerless and he knew that Ryoga, in his actual state of mind, would surely want more than groping. He was afraid to be raped by one that he considered as a friend. As tears begun to roll down his cheeks, a voice was heard.
"What pig-boy doing to Airen!! Nobody touch Shampoo's Airen!! Shampoo kill!!"
The Chinese warrior came to Ranma's help with bombories raised and a murderous look in her beautiful ruby eyes. Unfortunately, two feet from where her beloved and zealous Ryoga were 'fighting', she froze and sniffed the air.
All of Ranma's hopes when seeing his Chinese fiancée were crushed when he saw her vivid eyes become hazy and when she began to rub herself against his side. A sob and more tears escaped as the girl pressed her ample bosom against him and possessively encircled him with her lithe arms. She wasn't going to help him: more likely she was going to participate in what he was afraid was going to happen.
Suddenly, as if she just remembered that the fanged boy was there, molesting her Airen, she hissed at him angrily, sweeping a clawing hand at him. The bandana-ed boy growled and released Ranma, facing the snarling Amazon. Now free, the pigtailed youth took an unsteady leap to go as far as possible from the two possessed martial artists and, when they were fighting fiercely, he fled as fast as his legs could allow him.
Cologne looked up from her ramen-making as she felt Ranma's strong ki coming toward her at full speed.
'What could make Saotome Ranma run this fast? Has the Tendo girl let herself be kidnapped again… or cooked something for him again?'
Her train of thoughts was interrupted as Ranma entered the Neko Hanten.
"Good morning Son-in-Law. Do you … Ranma! What's happening?!"
Before her eyes was a scene she couldn't believe; here stood Saotome Ranma, the most confident and proud boy she knows of, shaking like a leaf and with tears flowing down his face, hugging himself protectively like a child. She was so shocked that she stood in the entrance, staring like an idiot, for several seconds before the whistle of the tea-kettle woke her up.
"Great God! Come inside child and explain to me what happened to you."
Hesitantly, the boy entered and she saw what had been impossible to discern at the distance she has been: his whiter than normal complexion and the bloody wound on his pale neck, which looked suspiciously like a bite mark. At her voice, his wild blue eyes locked on her and she had to suppress a gasp at the fear, terror even, still present in the light orbs. Seeing at how shaken he was, her worry sky-rocked and she led him to a chair. She noticed his wince when she touched him with a frown: he never had any problem with touch before, if the groping didn't count, so why now? Giving him a hot cup of sweetened tea, she sat before him.
"So, are you going to enlighten me as why you are shaking like a leaf and sporting a big bloody wound on your neck?"
He looked at her strangely and touched the throbbing side of his throat with careful fingers. He stared at them as they came glistening with blood. Shuddering, he closed his eyes tightly.
"It's…It was Ryoga… He was lost so I teased him as always… Then he stopped is usual attack and… Smelled me…"
He gulped audibly, his voice shaking.
"After that, he began to…Lick my neck and I couldn't do anything! I was powerless, at his mercy, and he was gripping my hips so hard! Crushing me to his body, beginning to paw at my clothes, my pants!"
He had started to cry again, his voice having risen at the last part.
"Then Shampoo came. I thought she was going to help me but as she approached, she acted like him…When they began to fight like animals I fled"
He wiped angrily at his tear-trained cheeks and looked at Cologne.
"I … they weren't themselves and we have to stop them before they really… hurt…someone and regret It during all the rest of their life."
She looked at him with a new respect: the fanged boy had nearly raped him, his grand-daughter hadn't done anything to stop him and Ranma still wanted to help them…
"I'll go beat some sense into them. You go back to the Dojo and rest. Have this ugly wound tended before it infect."
Still in choc, Ranma raised from his seat and, with a shadow of his usual smile, exited the café.
When he was gone, Cologne let her mask fall, her worried but peaceful face replaced by one of fury and pain. Her protégé has already suffered so much in his short life… and now that!? With murder in her eyes she went in research of the two martial artists responsible for this new suffering but she hasn't made two step that the two aforemented youths entered the restaurant. Like Ranma has said, they acted in a manner eerily bestial: growling and hissing at seeing her and not their 'prey'. She thanked all the Gods she knew of that they came after the pig-tailed boy exited the café. With a harsh glint in her eyes, she pogo-ed toward them.
Ranma breathed a sigh of relief at seeing the Tendo dojo. He had almost had a heart attack when he saw the two demented youths under his roof, sniffling the air to find his scent. He had to cover his odour by entering a shop full of fish products… and here he was, tired, sore and smelling like something from the sea… So it was a miracle in itself that he was able to take a long soak with nobody interrupting or attacking him.
When he came down from the stairs, he saw his father, in panda form, playing shogi with Soun. As he entered, the large animal raised its massive head and smelt the air.
"(Son?)" Could be read on the sign "(It's you? You smell strange)"
A vein could be seen popping on Ranma's forehead: he just took a long bath to be washed of the fish's odour and what was the first thing asked to him?
"What do you mean 'strange'!? Do ya mean I stink!?!"
Soun back-pedalled as a red aura sprang around the infuriated youth. 'He looks like Akane when it's "the Time"' He thought with a shudder. Genma raised his paws, trying to placate his son.
"(It's not that! It's just that… You smell different somehow…)"
That seemed to calm Ranma off, to the relief of the two older men.
"I'm going to my room, I'm tired" and he was gone.
Genma and Soun looked at each other shrugged and began to play again.
As Ranma laid back on his futon, he didn't know that his life was going to become even more chaotic as a shadowed stranger entered Nerima. A long cloak masking its features but still showing the strong male shoulders under the dark silk.
A couple of hours later, Ranma was awoken by a knock on his and his father's door. After a rapid ki inspection, he raised from his slumped position sitting Indian style.
"You can enter Kasumi." The lovely Tendo entered the room, her bright peaceful aura easing his tense muscles and his weary mind.
"Ranma-kun, are you feeling any better? I felt that the Wa of the house was disturbed and you seemed uneasy."
He sighed and smiled beautifully at one of the person he cared the most about, his still paler than usual face lightening up at her show of concern.
"Don't worry Kasumi. Only my usual craziness."
He laughed and then winced.
"How you girls can support this? It's hell on earth!"
"You shouldn't have to know that kind of thing first hand… If you want, I can give you some tea that will help ease your cramps."
"That would be good! You're a life saver Kasumi!"
Another blinding smile was directed in her dimension and she blushed prettily.
"Maybe now you'll stop saying that girls are weaker than men. You know what Saotome, it's said that this is nothing compared to what childbirth feel." Ranma paled at that and turned to a smirking Nabiki.
"Really?" He shivered: if this was considered nothing for women, Genma had severely underestimated their strength.
"Anyway, interrupted Kasumi, dinner is almost…"
A cry was heard bellow. They looked at each other and rushed toward the stairs or, in Ranma's case, the window.
Here's the first chapter. Hope you liked it and if you did, or not, please leave a review. This way, I could try to correct my mistakes. See ya !