The sun beamed brightly in the sky on a beautiful Saturday afternoon and one of the city's many residents was having a wonderful time doing one of the things he loves. Jumping from rooftop to rooftop with a bag flung over his back that was almost ready to burst, Happosai couldn't be happier. Laughing to himself, he still can't believe how easy it is to steal panties and bras from all the women in the city after doing it to them so many times before. Whenever he grabbed hold of the woman's intimate clothing, the ladies would rarely put up a fight. Only when they formed an angry mob did they give chase. And he always enjoyed being pursued by the large group of gorgeous girls running after him, because he certainly could outrun them and never had to worry about getting caught. Until either Ranma or Akane would stop him and force him to return the pieces of clothing to their owners. But then again that's what made it so much more fun for him when he'd steal the same articles of intimate clothing from the ladies and it started all over again.
Passing by familiar territory for the umpteenth time, the old man stopped to check on his haul. Opening the bag, Happosai couldn't help but to smile at the sight before him. He had so many bras and panties of every color imaginable it would make even Victoria's Secret green with envy. Closing the bag, the old man was ready to make one final pass around the city before calling it a day when something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Jumping to the next rooftop, he looked down into the yard. The koi pond in the front yard and a dojo in the back told him where he was. Then he saw it. Freshly laundered clothes were hanging on the clothesline dancing in the breeze and in the middle of the line was a single pair of pink panties.
His eyes lit up with joy when he realized who's panties they were. "Akane's panties!" he gleefully says to himself, hopping onto the ground.
Slowly he skulked towards the line, so not to give himself away. It didn't matter to him that they were the only pair in the entire load of clothing. Standing under the panties, Happosai could barely contain his happiness.
He was about to leap up to grab them when a shout from nowhere stopped him dead, "Hold it!"
Looking to his right, he saw Ranma come out from behind the house dressed in a light blue sleeveless Chinese-style shirt with red trim and a pair of black pants and he had his arms crossed.
"Don't do that! You could give an old man a heart attack by yelling like that!" complained the old man.
Retuning his attention to the panties, Happosai tells the boy, "Don't bother me, I'm busy."
Getting ready to jump again, another shout stops him cold once more, "Oh, no you don't!"
Glancing to his left, he sees Akane come out from the front of the house. She was dressed in a yellow short-sleeved shirt and a pair of jean-shorts being held up by a leather belt with golden fasteners.
"You too? What is the meaning of this?" asked the old pervert, looking back and forth between the teenagers.
"This is what you'd call a trap. I knew you couldn't resist a pair of Akane's panties if given the chance to steal them. So we set you up," explained Ranma.
"But why?" wondered the geriatric martial artist.
"To get you to reverse what you did to Ranma," replied the girl.
"And what, stop his training?" asked Happosai.
"'Training'?" repeated the boy, "You call putting me through intense pain training?"
"Yes. I learned a new technique and I wanted to try it out and thought teaching it to my student would be the best way to test it to see if it worked," the old man pointed out.
"Well I don't want to go thru anymore of this so-called 'training'. I want you to put an end to it," said the teen.
"You do know how to fix it, don't you?" added the girl.
"Of course," answered the pervert.
"Will you fix him?" she asked.
"No, not after what he did to me the other day. I worked so hard to collect those silkened beauties and what did he do? He gave them back, that's what!" replied Happosai, complaining once more, crossing his arms angrily.
"What do you want? You want me to beg? Because that's something I won't do," insisted Ranma.
"Begging won't be necessary, my boy," said the old man, putting a hand up. Then he looked up to the clothesline with eyes filled with hope and added, "But I might change my mind if you let me have those beautiful panties."
"I'm not letting you have a pair of my panties, no way!" shouted Akane.
"Then Ranma's stuck like that until I feel good and ready to release him from his training," responded Happosai in a flat and humorless tone, crossing his arms again.
"Oh, yeah!? How do you feel now?" yelled the boy, charging forward with his fist pulled back.
"Ranma, no!" shouted the girl, but she was too late.
He lowered his punch, aiming it towards the ground and thrusts his fist at the short old man. The pervert was standing there one second and the next he was gone and the boy hit an after-image of the lecher instead.
"Tsk, tsk. Sloppy, Ranma. Very sloppy. Did you forget the fact that if you hit me you'd be hurt too?" asked Happosai, smugly sitting on the boy's head, facing the opposite direction than the teen was.
The old man sat there only for a moment, because before he knew it Akane's Flying Kick connected with the back of his head sending him into the clothes line pole.
Slowly sliding down the pole, the pervert was stunned. Clearing his head upon landing, Happosai hopped back onto his feet and faced the teenagers. "What was that for?" he asked indignantly.
"That was the initial strike of my challenge to you," answered Akane sternly, standing in front of Ranma.
"A challenge? Why?" wondered the lecher.
"Since you won't willingly cure Ranma, I'm going to force you to do it," she explained in a slight angry tone.
"I cannot accept your challenge, Akane. Even though you are a martial artist and the daughter of one of my disciples, you are still just a girl. You could never expect to beat me," replied a smug Happosai.
"'Just a girl'? 'Just a girl'!? You'll see I'm more than 'just a girl' when I'm finished with you!" she yelled, her red battle aura flaring without any notice.
The anger-induced aura was sop intense Ranma was forced to back away so he wouldn't get burned. The old man put his hand up to protect his eyes from the bright, glowing aura that made Akane look like she was standing inside a raging fireball.
"My, what a strong aura you have. On second thought, I'll accept your challenge. This should prove amusing for me to say the least," responded the pervert, having a change of heart.
"If I win you will fix Ranma, right?" she asked her battle aura not dying down.
"On my love for silk beauties, only if you win," answered the old man, adding, "But if I win you have to give me your panties," pointing to the pair on the line, "And not just this pair, but ten pairs of panties," finishing his sentence with another smug evil smile.
Clenching her fists, regretting she's making this deal, the girl said, "I'll hold you to it. If you don't cure Ranma, than I'm going to beat you up so badly you'll be in the hospital for a month."
"Fine. I'll even let you make the first move," insisted the lecher, spreading his legs apart entering his battle stance.
Akane's aura didn't die down as she rushed forward with her fist pulled back. "Ryu-ken!" she shouted, throwing her Dragon Punch towards the old man.
Happosai countered by jumping over the aura-enhanced fist and by using her head as a springboard, leaped to the top of the house and bounded away, leaving his sack of underwear on the ground.
"Get back here!" yelled the girl, leaping to the roof chasing after him.
"Wait for me!" called Ranma, following close behind.
Cackling out loud, the old pervert was a fair distance away, jumping from housetop to housetop with the greatest ease. However, using the enhanced speed from her enchanted belt, Akane was slowly closing the gap between them.
'Great idea you had, Ranma. With me wearing the belt, I'll get him quick,' she thought to herself.
Then there was the boy. Using his natural quickness he was able to keep both of them in his sight as he pursued them from a safe distance so he doesn't get in his fiancee's way. It wasn't long before Happosai'd jump onto a roof and Akane would be close behind only a few yards away.
"It looks like you gotten in a fair bit of training during my absence," said the old man, complementing the girl.
"More than you think," she replied.
'She's right,' he realized to himself, 'At this rate she'll catch me in no time. I guess I'll try a few of my fire-bursts to slow her down.' "Happo Fire-Burst!" shouted the lecher, spinning around and tossing one of his special firework-bombs at the girl.
She caught the baseball size wad of explosives and swung her arm around-the-world-style and threw it back at him like a softball while still running after him.
Happosai looked back to watch the explosion, but when he did, he saw his bomb explode right in his face, charring the clay roof tiles of the house he was running on while making a beautiful display of color. The explosion lengthened the distance between him and Akane as he was sent airborne and landed three houses away from her.
'Maybe something with a little more kick to it,' thought Happosai, a little dazed from the explosion as he lights a slightly larger firework-bomb; one about the size of a bowling ball. "Happo Fire-Burst!" he shouted again, flinging the bomb towards the girl.
She countered by stopping and using a soccer-style kick to send it spinning back at it's owner. Once more it exploded in the lecher's face, blackening the roof tiles and leaving a small crater in the house's roof as the explosion sent the old man flying thru the air while making another dazzling show of sparks.
'Maybe I should try a different tactic,' thought Happosai, soaring in a straight line over the houses.
His forward momentum was stopped suddenly when he hit the side of a taller building face-first. He landed face down on the street stunned from the impact. The pervert was able to collect himself in time to dodge Akane's Dragon Punch that was aimed for his head.
"Are you done running away?" she asked, standing up from her kneeling position.
"Yes I am. You are proving to be a nuisance, Akane. Sending my fire-bursts back at me, I won't stand for it," answered the lecher.
"Then bring it on," she insisted, putting her hands at the ready.
He obliged her by jumping at her with his fist pulled back. She tried countering with her own punch, but the old man used her fist to leap over her head and he slapped her ass as he landed with a big grin on his face. Growling aloud, Akane spun around with another soccer-style kick only to have the pervert jump over her head again and once more slap her ass when he landed.
Absolutely livid, the girl shouted, "Karyu-ken!" as she turned around, but she didn't have a target to hit.
By this time Ranma had caught up to them and was watching from a safe distance away on the other side of the street that was clear of any people. All the spectators ran away when the fighting started.
"Where'd he go?" she asked, looking around.
"Akane, above you!" called the boy, pointing to the sky.
She glanced up and saw Happosai coming down from his jump with his foot extended out, apparently attacking with a Diving Kick.
The girl decided to meet him halfway. "Ryu-ken!" she yelled, sending a Dragon Punch Uppercut to her opponent.
Unfortunately the pervert countered by leapfrogging over her aura-enhanced fist and slid down her arm. Before Akane could react, the old man glomped onto her chest and gave her breasts a squeeze while having a goofy looking smile on his face and drool coming out of his mouth.
With a twitch in her eyebrow, the girl's battle aura flared as she angrily shouted another, "Ryu-ken!" connecting her fist to the top of the lecher's skull, slamming him to the ground. She then punted him across the street, where he collided with a brick wall. The the wall collapsed on itself, burying the old man.
"Is he dead?" asked Ranma, looking around the rubble.
Slowly the pervert climbed out out of the debris. Wiping his mouth with his arm, he says, "Very impressive, Akane. You have become quite skilled, but it's not enough to beat me."
Then without warning Happosai leaped across the street with his arms wide, looking to latch onto the girl again. But this time Akane was ready for him. She waited for the lecher to become fully engrossed with his jump so he wouldn't be able to counter her attack.
At the right moment when he was almost on top of her, she shouted, "Ryu-ashi!" and attempted to plant a Dragon Kick in the old man's face.
Although her timing was right, the pervert leapfrogged over her foot and used her knee as a platform to launch himself at her chest.
Reacting on instinct, Akane put both of her hands up to protect her chest with the palms out and she screamed, "Moko Takabisha!" catching the old man right between the eyes with a fearsome Fierce Tiger Shot. The energy attack engulfed the pervert in a blinding light as it sent him careening into another brick wall, leaving a smoldering indentation surrounding the lecher.
"No,...the panties...I...can't lose...the, ugh," said Happosai before falling face first onto the ground, kicking up a swirling cloud of dust upon landing.
After a minute of laying face down, Ranma picks the ancient martial artist up by the back of his shirt and examined him.
"Great going, Akane. You knocked him out," reported the boy, showing the unconscious old man to the girl when she arrived at her fiance's side.
She chuckled nervously and apologized, "Sorry. I didn't mean to."
"Come on, let's take him home," suggested Ranma, starting to walk back to the Tendo home with Akane close behind.
'I guess I don't have to give him the panties now,' she said, mentally content with the job she did.
--
With the sun low in the sky, the old man woke up with a slight headache. Happosai tried to move his arms, but he was unable to. Trying to move his legs also proved impossible. "What's going on here?" he yelled, realizing he was tied to the tree next to the koi pond in the Tendo's yard.
"This is so you don't try to run away again," explained Ranma, appearing from behind the old man with Akane at his side.
"What are you going to to do to me?" wondered the pervert.
"We're going to make you tell us how to cure Ranma," said the girl sternly.
"I'm not saying anything," insisted the old man, turning his head and saying it in a huff.
"Thought you might say that, so I have this," replied the boy, dropping the pervert's full sack of underwear onto the ground in front of the old man.
"My latest haul," cried Happosai, eyes wide unable to do a thing, "What are you planning, boy?"
"I don't know yet," said the teen in a mocked unsure tone. Walking over to a roaring fire, he says, "I could burn them. Or I might return them. I'm not quite sure yet."
"Give them back!" yelled the very old martial artist, struggling to get loose.
"How about we cut you a deal: We give them back to you and you tell us how to fix his condition?" asked Akane, entering the conversation.
Thinking about his options, the old man took a little time before responding, "Very well. I'll tell you, but you have to untie me first."
Ranma walked over and untied the lecher from the tree. When he was free, Happosai made a mad dash for the sack, but Akane put her foot on the bag as her battle aura flared once more, stopping the pervert in his tracks.
'Curses,' thought the lecher, 'Looks like I have no choice.'
"The cure," demanded the girl, brandishing a clenched fist at the old man.
"There is a single release point on the body: directly to the center of the back. You must hit the center precisely or it won't work," explained Happosai, "Now give me my beauties."
She lifted her foot and the pervert grabbed his bag, leaping to the top of the house and out of sight. "Do you think he was telling the truth?" asked Akane, watching the geriatric martial artist jump from house to house as the sun began to set.
"Won't know until we try it," replied the boy, watching the old man as well.
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Deciding it was best to have a trained professional do the job, the two teens head over to Dr. Tofu's office. Just as they reached the clinic, Ranma and Akane see a large crowd of men and women standing around the front door, everyone of them have concern written all over their faces to go along with the worried tones of their conversations.
"He's been like this all day," said one man.
"I would never trust my life in the hands of a doctor who can be so unstable," added a woman.
"He's not always like this, only when it has to do with 'her'," insisted another man.
"What's going on?" asked Akane, reaching the outside of the group of adults.
"Hello, dear," one of the ladies greeted her, "It's that Dr. Tofu, he's been acting peculiar lately."
"What's wrong with him?" wondered the boy.
"See for yourselves, but don't get too close, he's liable to hurt somebody," an old man warned them as the crowd parted for the two teens to enter.
Closing the door behind them, they couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. The waiting room looked undisturbed, the chairs all lined up against the walls, the old magazines laid neatly upon the coffee tables, the lamp glowing dimly in the corner. Then they heard a sound. The sound was someone humming a lively tune. It was coming form Dr. Tofu's office.
Pushing the door open a crack Akane looked inside the room to find Dr. Tofu waltzing around his desk with his skeleton "Betty" as his dance partner. "Are you having a good time, Kasumi?" he asked the skeleton. "I'm glad to hear that," he added after getting no response from the inanimate object.
Giggling to herself, the girl shuts the door and reports to Ranma what it is she saw. "It looks like he's practicing for his date," she told the boy.
Both teens have seen the doctor act like that many times. And it always happened whenever Akane's sister Kasumi was involved. Whether if it was when she visited him or when she called him, each encounter would leave him in a happy daze and that's when it gets dangerous. After entering this daze, the doctor's eyes glaze over and he becomes forgetful, fidgety and destructive. All the signs of a love-sick puppy. Of course he has never had the courage to tell Kasumi how he feels towards her and even some 'special' training trip of his wasn't helpful at all. Returning from a four month absence he thought he could handle seeing her again, but immediately after a visit from her all his training went out the window, he was the same as ever.
Mentally Ranma was afraid. He has felt firsthand what the doctor can do when afflicted with the love-bug. "Maybe we should come back later?" he asked, sounding worried.
"We're here now, might as well get it over with," she replied, opening the door once more.
Taking a second look, Akane could tell something was different with Dr. Tofu this time. His eyes weren't glazed over as she first thought. Instead he appeared to be in control of himself, he acted like he was on a dance floor.
Stopping in one corner of his office with his back towards the door, the doctor began to have another conversation with his skeleton. "I had a wonderful time tonight. We should do this again sometime," he said, leaning in closer.
'He really is practicing for his date,' the girl said to herself, watching the doctor's lips inch closer to "Betty's" jawbone.
Before things could get out of hand, Akane interrupted him by saying in a firm tone, "Excuse me, Dr. Tofu?"
Startled by the fact that he was no longer alone, the doctor let out a gasp and dropped his dance partner onto the floor with a clatter. "Akane! Uh...umm, won't you come in?" he asked, embarrassed as he bent down to pick up his skeleton.
The girl opened the door and she and Ranma enter his office while the doctor placed "Betty" back on her hanging hook.
"Ranma, you here as well? What can I, uh, do for the both of you?" wondered a skittish Ono as the three of them sat down.
"Well," started the boy, "We got the geezer to tell us how to fix me and we thought..."
"You thought it would be best if you had somebody who knew what he was doing perform the procedure," finished the man, gathering his nerves, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"Exactly," agreed Ranma.
"Unless, of course, you're busy. We can always come back tomorrow," added the girl, motioning over to the skeleton.
"Oh, that! Well, no...I'm not busy, per se," lied the man, chuckling while scratching the back of his head. The looks of disbelief on the teens' faces told him they weren't buying it.
"Alright," he confessed, sighing, "I'm really nervous about next Friday. I mean, you've seen how I am whenever she's around. I'm a complete wreck. How could I think I could spend an entire evening with Kasumi when I can't even last five minutes with her in the same room?"
"What is it about her that makes you act that way?" asked Akane.
"It's a number of things. Her smile, her voice, her beautiful face, her kindness, take your pick. Everything about her fills me with a joy that can't really be explained," he told them, counting the things off on his fingers.
'That is so sweet,' thought Akane, 'I wonder if Ranma feels the same way about me?'
"And the training I went through hasn't helped at all," finished the doctor.
"What kind of training?" wondered the boy.
"First off I seeked out isolation, away from civilization. I kept a photo of Kasumi with me at all times. What it was, I was suppose to pretend the photo was really her and use that to help me get over the stupor I fall into whenever I see or hear her. I tried a few things with the photo. Every morning I'd eat breakfast with it. I'd talk to the picture. I even tried to...," explained Dr. Tofu, getting interrupted again.
"Okay, okay. We get the idea," said Ranma, before things got too personal.
"Anyway, after four months of this I thought I was ready to deal with the real Kasumi. So I returned to Nerima, but as soon as I saw her I fell right back into the stupor all over again. None of the training worked. I guess the reason it didn't work was because I knew the photo wasn't really her and that it was just a picture," finishing his explanation, the doctor then asked the boy his own question, "Ranma, how did you get over your shyness and tell Akane how you felt?"
Looking over at her fiance, the girl began to listen attentively.
Looking back at her, the teen smiled nervously before answering, "Well, uh... I'll admit, Akane does the same thing to me that Kasumi does to you, except put me in a stupor. I guess what it came down to was I gritted my teeth and just came out with it. And after I said it, all the shyness kinda went away."
'He does feel the same way,' thought the girl, smiling sweetly at him.
"I see. Maybe knowing this will help me on Friday," replied the doctor, thinking about what he was told.
"Getting back to the reason we're here. We were wondering if you could help us out, Dr. Tofu?" asked Akane, changing the subject.
"Right, the pain pressure points. Very well, Ranma please follow me to the examination room," suggested the man, leading the teens out of his office.
Pushing aside the roll-away curtain, Dr. Tofu had the boy stand next to the cot while he stood behind him and Akane sat down on a nearby chair.
"Where is the release point?" asked Ono.
"The geezer said at the center of the back. It has to be precise or it won't work," answered Ranma, looking over his shoulder.
"This shouldn't take long," responded the doctor.
The girl watched closely as Dr. Tofu drew an invisible line in the air down the boy's spine. Finding the right spot, the doctor pulled back his hand.
"This might hurt a little," he said, thrusting his finger into the teen's back.
Feeling the sharp jab in his spine, Ranma arched his back and took an intake of breath. Almost immediately he lurched forward onto one knee, gasping for air as his eyes became wide with shock, clutching his chest with his hand.
"Ranma, are you okay?" asked Akane, getting on her knees next to him.
"It felt like...like he stabbed me... with a knife," said the boy, pulling his hand away from his chest to check for any blood.
She looked up at the doctor as he asked the boy a question.
"How do you feel now?" wondered Dr. Tofu, pushing up his glasses once more.
Blinking a couple of times, Ranma says in a surprised tone, "The pain... it's gone. It's really gone."
"That's great!" agreed the girl, giving her fiance a hug, "Thank you, Dr. Tofu." Standing up in each other's arms, the boy thanked him as well.
"It was my pleasure," replied the man, smiling.
--
"See you later, Dr. Tofu!" called Akane, waving goodbye to the man.
"Goodbye, Akane. Goodbye, Ranma," responded the doctor, waving as well.
"Just keep in mind what I told you and everything will be fine," said the boy, 'At least I hope so,' he added in his head before the doctor re-entered his building.
Walking down the street arm in arm, the girl couldn't help but to wonder about something. She says to Ranma, "I'm amazed at you."
"What'd I do now?" he wondered, thinking she was going to accuse him of something.
"Back there, when you said what I do to you is the same thing Kasumi does to Dr. Tofu, did you really mean that?" she asked, curiosity present in her voice.
"Honestly... yeah, I did. For almost as long as I've known you, you've done the same things to me that Kasumi does to him. I don't know what it is that does it. It's like he said, it's a joy that can't really be explained, it's just there," replied Ranma, whole-heartedly.
Giving him a warm smile, Akane placed her head on his shoulder and said, "It's very sweet of you to say things like that."
"I know and I really did mean what I said," he told her.
Sighing out loud she says, "I know too," and she hugs him tightly.
Continuing down the sidewalk the boy smiles at his fiancee and says to himself in a firm mental tone, 'I'll have to thank the old freak for this moment. Hope he doesn't mind that thanks being in the form of a beat down.'
Well here is the next chapter. I'm trying to get these up as fast as I can, but with what is going on in my life it seems to be getting harder every time I try. But I will finish this story, that I can promise you.
-Ranmano1fan