Crimson Love, Violet Passion
Ladies and Gentlemen (and the one psychopath in the back row) I humbly invite you to read my story below, but before you do, please take a brief moment to look this authors note over, as I feel three very important points must be stated now before the rest of the story can be read.
Firstly, I was requested to write this story by a few friends of mine, including my good friend Major, whom I have collaborated with in previous stories to an extent, and while I had always wanted to write this story, it was his encouragement (and the encouragement of the other members of my small group of friends) who gave me the inspiration to finally put this story down into text, so if you want to thank anyone, thank him and my other friends.
Secondly, I wish to state that I do not now nor will I ever own the rights to any of Rumiko Takahashi's Ranma ½ series, nor do I make any claim to it by writing this story whatsoever.
Finally, this story contains Yuri, which for those who don't know is lesbian love scenes, and takes place between Ranko and Shampoo, Ranko being Ranmas female form, and she will be addressed as such throughout the fic, if you have any issues whatsoever with the idea of lesbian characters or romance and sex between said characters being depicted in text form, divert your eyes or go somewhere else.
With all of that said, I hope you enjoy.
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Three years. Three long years had passed. In that time, Ranma had officially annulled all of his engagements; Genma Saotome had passed away due to heart problems brought on by excessive alcoholism. With the passing of his father, Ranma had gone off the map, leaving no trace, as though he had vanished into thin air.
The city of Nerima was very quiet without the dark haired martial artist there to attract shenanigans to the town like a magnet. Within these last 3 years, the residents had gone back to life as normal. The more colorful residents had settled into relative calm, as much as these purveyors of insanity could anyway.
In other words it had been a fairly uneventful day, blue skies, birds chirping, Sun shining, all that jazz. Shampoo had taken these last few years to learn better Japanese, her grammar having improved to the point where she was for all intents and purposes bilingual, able to effortlessly switch between the two languages with fluid ease.
The cheeky Chinese purplette had just finished delivering the last of the orders to the far side of town, swinging a leg over the frame of her bicycle and began to ride it back towards the restaurant. Half way there, she passed the Tendo Dojo, where Akane had been giving lessons in place of her father, who had become rapidly feeble in the wake of Genmas passing. Shampoo and the various other former fiancés had all come to a rather surprising agreement to respect Ranma's decision to break of their engagements.
As she was nearly a block away from the Nekohanten, Shampoo was forced to hit the brakes hard. In front of her was a person passed out in the small alley between the streets, a ragged brown cloak obscuring most of the person's body, only a small, womanly hand was visible from the collapses body.
Shampoo quickly dismounted her bike and ran over to the prone figure on the ground. As she got closer, she could hear shallow breathing, bending over the body of the prone figure, she slowly and gently rolled them over, the hood of the cloak falling away from the face, revealing a yard long braid of ruby red hair. Shampoo could only gasp in shock as she stared at the face of her former betrothed, "AIREN!"
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Ranma would be taken by Shampoo to the nearest hospital. Once there, the doctors immediately put her in the intensive care ward, her body showing signs of near starvation, as though she hadn't eaten for a week. Coupled with that, she had a series of bruises and markings all over her body, each from a different source.
It would be a whole week before she came out of the coma she had been in when Shampoo found her.
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"Ow" she groaned out as she came back to awareness, her blurry vision slowly clearing as the medication addled her thoughts. She looked and saw the IV sticking in her arm, slowly dripping the medication and water she needed into her veins. She had never felt so beaten up in her life, and her body was slow to recover.
She felt a weight on her lap, and looking down, she saw a mass of rich violet hair, cascading down the back of the Chinese Amazonian who it belonged to. The purplette shook herself awake as she sensed Ranma's own awakening. "Ranma!" she exclaimed as she suddenly leapt to her feet.
The redhead felt a smile creep onto her face, her vision filled with beautiful face and flowing purple locks. "Ranko" she managed to say through a throat that felt as dry as the Sahara Desert. "What?" the warrior maiden replied. "Ranko, I changed my name Shampoo" the crystal blue eyes of the weakened marital artist showing her conviction.
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Over the week, Ranma, now going by the name Ranko Sao, had begun to recover, able to walk on her own, and quickly gaining enough strength to leave the hospital. During that time, Ranko revealed that she had been traveling around the country on her own.
It was nearly sunset when the pair entered the Nekohanten, Shampoo had the run of the place since her grandmother and Mousse had both moved back with the tribe in China.
"Nerima has been rather dull without you here Ranko" Shampoo stated as she sat with the ruby redhead, who at the moment was slowly and patiently eating a bowl of ramen, her entire demeanor nothing like it had been before she left. "I had to leave; there was nothing for me here, not while I was my old self. I didn't know what I had; I was selfish, arrogant, ungrateful, and stupid. I am ashamed of how I acted, a true martial artist would not have acted the way I was, and I dared to call myself a master!" Ranko said with anger in her voice, the chopsticks she was using snapping in two as she flexed the fingers of her hand in irritation, before realizing her loss of control, breathing deep and focusing on calming down.
"I hurt a lot of people Shampoo, and my old man kicking the bucket made me realize it, I had to get away to reflect, to cleanse my mind until I was able to make right what was wrong. I am ready to clean up my messes Shampoo, I just need to find the right way to do it" she stated with an even tone, her voice firm but calm, her eyes reflecting a newfound wisdom. Shampoo could see the resolve in her sapphire blue eyes, the look of calm determination making the redheads face almost glow with confidence, making Shampoo slightly blush despite herself.
"Well," Shampoo said before pausing and taking in a breath to steady herself, her heart hammering in her chest "I want to help you Ranko, however I can!" she said with marked conviction, which Ranko smiled at, seeing that Shampoos near boundless energy directed in helping her rather than attempting to work against her was certainly a nice change.
"Thank you Shampoo, we'll get started first thing tomorrow morning ok?" Ranko said, which Shampoo responded to with a curt nod and a smile. Both women placed their dishes from dinner in the dishwasher, before Ranko asked if she could use the bath.
Settling into the small bathhouse in the back of the Nekohanten, Ranko slowly stripped off her silk shirt, much like her older read one, save for its color, which was primarily black with red trim, her loose fitting pants of similar design to her old ones as well, save for their dark blue color. She groaned as she moved her still extremely sore body, taking every ounce of strength she had to not scream out in chronic pain, small pin pricks of tears forming at the corners of her eyes as she finally managed to shimmy out of her loose clothes, having no undergarments beneath them, she dipped herself in the now full tub, her body turning back into a man.
He now looked at his larger hands, his flat but muscular chest, crisscrossed with many faded small scars, scars which did not transfer over to his female form. He had found out long ago that the markings he had from before his curse were exclusive to his birth gender, his female form unmarred by the years of neglect, torture and abuse that he had sustained in those years of hellish training.
Looking at his reflection in the water, staring back at him, he undid the braid he wore, letting his hair fall like a jet black curtain around his face, letting his hair hide the face he had come to loathe. This was the face of someone he no longer wished to be, and as he sat in the slowly cooling water, he began to sob, his hair covering his face, small droplets falling into the water.
Eventually, the water cooled to the point that it activated his curse once more, now looking at herself once again, Ranko brushed her hair out of her eyes to see a kinder, gentler face, one with which she could make a new beginning. She wiped the tears from her eyes, and used the bar of soap to scrub her body clean. She felt her thoughts drift towards those she longed to make penance.
Akane had never known, though she had long ago admitted to herself, that Ranko believed that she was a gifted martial artist, if hotheaded and stubborn, but Ranko knew that Akane was not entirely at fault, after all, she had fired back many an insult as Ranma, and she would personally repent for every single one of those needless hurtful insults in good time.
Ukyo, the traveling chef, a skilled one at that, also deserved many apologies as well, not for insults, but for lack of proper thanks, after all, Ranma had rarely ever given Ukyo anywhere near the proper amount of respect she deserved. Such a good friend who never made a big deal out of the shenanigans she had been forcibly roped into.
There were many others, and each would receive a visit from the repentant redhead in due time, but there was one more woman that Ranko had come to consider close in her heart, her current hostess, Shampoo. The bubbly Amazon had all but saved her life, and for that alone she would be grateful for the rest of her days. But over the past few days with Shampoo, Ranko had found some of the old attraction she formerly held towards the well endowed warrior maiden.
Her beauty was second to none, flowing natural purple locks, finely toned athletic musculature, shapely ass that wiggled as she walked, a pair of jiggling breasts that were threatening to burst out of her tight dresses as she moved with every graceful step, and violet eyes that could melt hearts with a wink. Ranko felt her own hands rapidly fly up to her cheeks, smacking herself on them several times in a row, her mind desperately trying to claw its way out of the gutter. She had long been physically attracted to Shampoo the most out of all her former fiancés, and she was loathe to admit it, but she couldn't shake the memories of seeing the statuesque nude form of the literal Amazon several times from years earlier, and she hadn't missed one very hard to ignore fact, the busty beauty had grown even more beautiful the past few years, making her mind drag even deeper into the proverbial gutter as to how the figure of Shampoo had grown with said beauty.
She couldn't help but once again look at her reflection, this time a much more pleasing sight met her eyes. She had long been aware of the power that her female form possessed, being swifter than her male form in exchange for brute strength, along with the glaringly obvious endowments she had growing from her chest. While not quite as big as Shampoo's, her breasts had also grown with age, giving her a healthy but busty frame, along with a small but round derriere, she felt her hands subconsciously move towards it, sliding down first over her waist, which flared out in a pleasing hourglass shape to her ample hips and thighs, her hands finally coming to rest on the moon white skin of her firm tush. Her nipples were bright pink, her muscles pronounced yet very much feminine at the same time, her long legs slender like an Olympic runners, her arms equally slender but muscular, her hands and feet petite and gentle looking, despite the fact that she could easily smash large sections of concrete into rubble with her bare hands.
Her eyes at last looked to the most intimate change from her male form, the sweet pink lips of her pussy nestled between her lithe legs, devoid of a single strand of red hair around it. She had always wondered why the curse prevented her from growing any form of body hair, true she shaved herself under the arms as a male, but she had never shaved down there. Somehow her pussy lips were permanently clean shaven, not even the slightest trace of stubble able to be felt even after being in the form for weeks on end over the past few years.
She shook her head clear of all other thoughts, draining the water from the tub, sitting herself on the bathrooms cold tile floor, cross legged, assuming a meditative pose. She had studied for an entire year with a group of Shinto monks, who taught her the means to clear her mind, allowing her the ability to focus on what was truly important, her current goal of atoning for her past mistakes having been reached through her meditating on the matter for a solid week, not eating, sleeping, or drinking. She had left the monastery that the monks resided in the day after reaching her epiphany, stopping only to briefly drink here and there, running almost nonstop from the northern tip of Hokkaido all the way to Nerima.
As she calmed her mind, she entered the state of meditation she had mastered, as always, she had learned this new technique with startling speed. Sorting through her thoughts, she separated every memory of the past few days and every thought therein, organizing her thoughts, sharpening her mind through focusing on her goals. Her mind was filled with nothing but 1 objective, make reparations for my past mistakes.
At least, it was just the one singular objective, until her thoughts started to wander unintentionally back to Shampoo, her mind filling with images of her soft caring face looking at her with concern in the hospital, her look of contentment as Ranko had shared a meal with her, her face lighting up at the prospect of helping Ranko complete her task.
Ranko found this both comforting and distressing, the monks had told her that such an overwhelming shift in her thoughts, especially towards a single person meant only one possibility, and the prospect of this all consuming truth sank into Rankos head like a railroad spike into the ground, "I love her!" she stated to the empty bathroom in a choked whisper, her eyes flooding with tears as her head fell into her hands, her ruby red tresses once again hanging around her head like a curtain of fire.
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Well, um, wow. Just, wow.
It took me nearly a year to finish this chapter, and here I was intending for this to be a oneshot, but here I am thinking this will end up a two or three shot instead.
I need to note as well, this is my 4th attempt at writing this story, the other 3 starts just didn't feel right, so I started from scratch 4 times in order to make this work.
Thank you for all of my readers of this story both old and new to my work for taking the time to read my work, and thank you all for your kind words in reviews, those of you that review anyway.
Do not worry my friends, this story shall be completed within the year of this publishing, and I promise you, the ending will be beautiful.
Till next time :D