An Improper Liaison

By Sara T. Fontanini

Chapter 1: Morning After

Akane awoke dazedly. She held her head, due to suffering from a pounding headache.

She tried to remember the events of yesterday. Oh, yes, she remembered. Her father and Mr. Saotome had decided that, due to some small gesture of affection on Akane's part that she bestowed upon Ranma, she and the cursed boy were days away from getting married and having children, and that they should all celebrate with a party.

Oh gods, her head. Of course, the fools had brought a LOT of alcohol, mostly sake, but some other types as well. And then, things went haywire, as they usually did. She couldn't quite remember, but it had involved Ranma, Ryoga and some idiots (likely Shampoo, Kodachi or both), and a lot of yelling, running around and, most aggravatingly, things being broken. Valuable things. Expensive things.

So, taking some advantage of the opportunity, she decided that it would be best if she got herself good and drunk and just relaxed for a bit. She remembered having a discussion with Ranma's mother, about what was unclear, and it was getting pretty heated. Anything beyond that was very fuzzy, and had turned a horrible shade of orange and purple.

She looked around herself, and found that she wasn't in her room. In fact, it wasn't even her house.

It was a, dear gods, love hotel. A TACKY love hotel.

She looked over to her side and found, of course, a lump beside her. A person lump.

'Please don't be Ranma.' She thought.

She shakily grabbed a piece of the blanket, and violently removed it. All she could do was stare at the occupant of the other side of the bed. It was NOT anyone she would have ever expected to be their.

Nodoka opened her eyes, squinting in the morning light. "Uh? Akane? Wha oo doin' 'n my rum?" Nodoka was NOT a morning person.

Akane didn't say anything. Her face was pale, shaking her head slightly. It was not possible. There was no WAY that this was happening.

She did NOT sleep with her fiance's MOTHER last night.

She hoped.

Nodoka got up, her ever-present kimono falling slightly, baring a shoulder (though nothing else). She looked around, blearily, slowly waking up. Soon, it had all registered in her mind, and she paled at the implications, much like Akane was.

They both stared at each other with looks of pure horror and disgust.

"AAAH!"

"AAAH!"

They leapt away from each other, as if they would catch some deadly disease from each other if they remained too close in proximity. They both looked away from each other.

Akane looked down at herself, and realised that she wasn't wearing her clothes. She covered herself with her hands as she got up and began searching around.

"Do you....do you think we....?" Nodoka asked, her lips dry. She couldn't finish the sentence due to pure horror.

Akane nodded numbly, grabbing the dress she was wearing last night. "I'm sure of it. This place looks like a love hotel, and people only go to these places to...." She shuddered, not wanting to say anymore.

"But..how....WHY would we do....that?"

Akane spotted her underwear, and made a dive for them. "Because, we were drunk, and I guess we were feeling loose and....aroused, most likely." She quickly put her underwear on. "And alcohol can make ya do some pretty crazy crap."

Nodoka shook her ehad. "That may be, but...we...we..."

"Had sex." Akane finished as she put on her dress, finally willing to admit to it. "And believe me, I rather not think about it myself. But, the fact of the matter is, we got drunk and, as it sometimes happens, had sex."

"Stop using that word." Nodoka whimpered, covering her ears. "It sounds so....vile."

"What do you want me to say?" Akane spat, hands on hips. "Made love? Did the nasty? Did it? had sexual intercourse? Made sweet music together? Fucked?"

Nodoka curled up, crying. "Please, just stop."

Akane relaxed a little, concern evident on her features. She walked over and sat down next to the older woman, laying an arm over her shoulders.

"It's okay, Saotome-san. We can just forget about it. In fact, I can't remember a thing."

"Me neither." Nodoka sighed. "But, that doesn't change the fact that we were....intimate."

Akane looked away, feeling regret for what had happened. "I know. But, we can still forget it, move on, continue with our lives."

"How can we!?" Ndoka cried, finally looking Akane in the face. "How can we go on after this...this...IMPROPER LIAISON!? Knowing this, we can't go back, not to the way things were. Not ever!" She looked away as tears fell from her eyes, and Akane unconciously wrapped her arms around her future-in-law.

"We can try." Akane offered.

"Something like this doesn't go away. We won't be able to move on, I'm sure of it. The knowledge of this will eat at us for as long as we both live."

"We will try." Akane commaded, sternly.

Nodoka looked up at the girl. "Fine." She relented. "We can try."

Akane smiled. "Good. Remember: this never happened. Got it?"

The auburn-haired woman nodded. "Yes, this....this never happend."

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Well, another day, another new story.

Some of you may be very surprised, nay, shocked by the pairing here. But that's why I'm doing it: it's different and unexpected, and I do so like to be original.

Well, not much more to say here. Hope ya enjoyed it, and please comment!