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By popular demand, here is a sequel/continuation of 'State of Mind'.
Ch4 of State of Ours.
Okay. Reviewers: I am aware that most places consider the proper spelling to be Nodoka, not Nodaka. I am using Nodaka for a reason. It is NOT a typo. I am trying to stress the pronunciation ( NO DAh KA, not NO DOugh KA).
Ranma and Akane share the good news with the rest o the family. How will they react? What is Nodaka planning? What color was the cause of the Prussian War? Who didn't kill JFK? What, exactly, is a knoll? Why is 2 larger then 1? Think deeep thoughts, my friends. Otherwise, we might as well be dogs. Or some other kind of monkey.
Ranma wakes to find himself back to his 'normal' self.
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Ranma turned over with a grunt, trying to get comfortable on the mattress. As a gift for having survived this long without resorting to fighting his enemies, his doctors had chipped in and bought him a western style bed set for his room. Now that his father was permanently back to sleeping at the Saotome-ke with his mother, there was more room in the former guestroom, so the doctors had conspired with Kasumi and Soun to purchase Ranma a few items they deemed necessary. These mainly included a large Queen sized western bed, a small desk, a dresser, and a small bookcase. He appreciated the effort and thought that had went into the gifts, but was not used to sleeping on the soft mattress of the bed. He was used to sleeping on the ground, or on the traditional bed roll mats.
A slight disturbance of air was all the warning, and though he was half-asleep he still managed to block the sudden source of danger he felt directed to his head. Instead of his arm meeting a fist, he was startled into awareness by a flash of cold water on his skin and sat bolt up in bed. He glared at his fiancée who just giggled cutely while vainly trying to hide the bucket behind her back.
"You could have just shook my shoulder, you know?" Ranma asked as he removed his wet shirt to ring the excess water out. As he did so, he noticed Akane staring at his chest with a now familiar look on her face. "See something you like, Akane?" he taunted.
Blushing Akane brought her eyes to meet Ranma's, startled as always by the bright green color. "Ah, Ranma, have you noticed something different this morning?" she asked using all her willpower not to glance down.
Ranma paused while shaking out the shirt, trying to think of anything. "Nope, not really."
"Maybe you should look down, Ranma." Akane said, boldly glancing down her fiancée's body.
Ranma did so, and blushed at seeing his body in female form exposed to the world. She clutched the damp shirt to her chest, noting the effect the cold water was having on certain anatomical portions of her new anatomy. Or maybe it was just because Akane was here.
"Er, What made you decide to wake me up this way?" Ranma asked, covering as much of her large chest as she could with the small shirt.
Akane blinked at the question and drew her eyes away from the rising and falling of Ranma's breasts. "Ah. Well, I wanted to see if the soap had worn off yet. And if it hadn't, this would have been a good way of getting you upset enough to spar with me this morning."
Sighing, Ranma decided to ignore the tactic by his fiancée. She stood and dropped the muscle shirt, walking towards her fiancée. She stopped about a foot away, feeling a sense of pleasure and pride, as Akane was unable to move her eyes from Ranma's chest. The red-haired girl felt her boxers beginning to slip as she took her first step, but luckily her hips kept them up and protected what little modesty she had. Not that it mattered, as when she reached her goal, she pushed the boxers down, revealing her full form to her fiancée.
She watched with growing excitement as Akane's eyes wondered down and widened at the sight before her. She felt a thrill of victory go through her when the blue-haired girl had to swallow and lick her suddenly dry lips. Ranma could feel her heart rate increasing and felt her body warming at the attention from the woman she loved. There seemed to be a pool of heat forming near her navel, and her breasts were tingling in anticipation. She felt incredibly womanly at the moment, enjoying the attention being given to her by Akane and thrilling to Akane's reaction to her body.
Akane swallowed again, her breathing ragged and sharp as she noted a sliver of pink flesh among the red curls of hair covering Ranma's mons. She dragged her eyes up to meet Ranma's face, desperately trying to control her raging hormones which screamed at her to grab her fiancée and teach her to really enjoy being a woman. "Ranma? What are you doing?"
Ranma smiled saucily. "Why, I'm just making sure you haven't forgotten that even when I'm a girl, I'm still your fiancée." Ranma then closed the distance and pressed herself against Akane, noting for the first time that she seemed to be a bit taller then she had been last time she'd been in female form. She placed her arms around Akane's neck and kissed the frozen girl with all the passion and desire coursing through her body. She held the kiss until Akane's arms surrounded her waist and her tongue started caressing her lips.
She pulled back and pushed Akane away, shocking the other girl once again. "Ranma?" the confused girl asked. She'd just started enjoying their first kiss in Ranma's female form when said kisser had pushed the kissee away.
"Go down to the dojo, Akane. I'll meet you there, I have to get dressed." Ranma guided Akane out the door to her room, and shut it in her confused lover's face. She leaned heavily against the door, barely controlling the desire to throw open the door, grab Akane, and collapse together on her oh so convenient bed. She held a small hand to her lips, savoring the feel and taste still lingering from the passionate kiss. "Wow, I think I'm going to like being a girl if I can get Akane to react like that more often."
On the other side of the door, Akane was as confused and frustrated as she'd been from the moment Ranma had removed her shirt. She could still feel the gentle pressure of Ranma's body against her and the sweet torture of her lips being caressed. It had been so different, yet familiar to the kisses she'd shared with Ranma's male half. Not better or worse, but different. Ranma's male body was ...rough. It was strong, and hard, and powerful. He was all hard muscle and angular plains. His female form was gentle, soft, and curvaceous. Still muscular, but with much less bulk and smoother flowing. She was beginning to realize that she didn't prefer one over the other, but considered both of them as Ranma and could no longer really differentiate between his bodies. Ranma was Ranma, and it didn't matter in any way if he was male or female.
Akane was still trying to come to terms with these truths when she felt someone tap on her shoulder. She had been so involved in her thoughts, that she had missed Ranma slipping out of the room dressed in a white gi and carrying an extra set of clothes.
The tap on the shoulder shook her out of her internal reverie and she turned with a frown to confront her sister, annoyed at the interruption. "What is it Nabiki?" she demanded.
Nabiki rolled her eyes, not the least intimidated by her growling sibling. "I want to get by. Unlike you and lover boy, I have to go to school today, and you're blocking the hall way."
"Oh, sorry." Akane stated, moving aside to let her older sister by. Nabiki took a few more steps, then paused.
"Did it work?" the middle Tendo daughter asked, her voice lacking it's usual mocking or superior tones.
Akane paused from a moment, debating what to tell her blackmailing sibling.
"Well, I splashed him and he changed. So I'm guessing the soap's worn off now." she stated quietly, hoping that her preternaturally alert sister would miss the odd husky ness of her voice as long as she spoke at a lower level then usual.
Nabiki was about to turn around but even her half-asleep ears could hear the pure lust in her younger sister's voice. She grinned, considered several parting shots before settling on one that would redden her sister's face. "So who kisses better? Ranma-kun or Ranma-chan?" she asked.
Akane blushed, knowing that she'd again falling into her sister's word games. "I wouldn't know." she stated. "I don't like girls that way." she didn't want to lie, so she couldn't say she hadn't kissed Ranma's girl side.
Nabiki raised her eyebrow and leaned against railing. "I didn't say anything about girls, imouto-chan. I asked about your kissing Ranma-chan. No matter what he looks like, Ranma is not a girl. And considering how touchy-feely the two of you have been lately, I doubt you haven't kissed Ranma yet. Unless you've done things other then kissing?" she asked mockingly, enjoying the waves of embarrassment rolling off the younger girl.
It was at this point that the door behind Akane opened and Ranma-chan walked out. The red head paused, studying the posture and body language of the two girls. Rolling her eyes, she moved to her fiancée and dragged the girl into a long, passionate kiss.
She watched out of the corner of her eye as her future sister-in-law's mouth dropped and her thin eyebrows disappeared into her bangs. Grinning inside, she broke of the kiss and stood next to her fiancée with her arm around her waist and her head on her shoulder. "Nabiki, what Akane and I do in the privacy of our bedrooms is none of your concern. But, just so you know, I prefer kissing Akane as a guy, but neither of us is going to avoid intimacy just because of the curse. I love Akane, and Akane loves me, and it doesn't matter to either of us whether I'm a boy or girl because I am always who I am. Ranma Saotome, martial artist and arrogant jerk."
Nabiki shook herself forcibly and turned away, stun by the sheer emotion shimmering in the air between the two of them. It caused an ache in her heart, a longing for the connection the two shared. The last time she'd seen a bond that strong was the last time she'd seen her mother and father together. The love her parents had shared had filled the house with a sense of rightness and joy that had been missing since her death. Since then, it had been filled with sorrow and depression, until the arrival of a dripping panda and soaked red-haired girl.
The house had been filled with chaos and anticipation since that day, though lately, the sense of love and joy the young lovers felt had been slowly returning the house's aura to the state it had held during the occupation of Soun and Kimiko Tendo. Nabiki didn't say anything though she gave a tentative smile to the pair who were basking in their love. She felt her heart grow as she watched, thawing the ice that hard formed over the years. She vowed to herself that she would do everything in her power to insure that her sister and brother lived a long and happy life together, no matter the cost. May the kami have mercy on anyone who tried to separate the two, because she won't.
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Nodaka frowned as she watched her sorry excuse of a husband lounging lazily in his cursed form. She was still unsure of what to do about the bastard who had ruined her son with that horrible curse and the witch of a fiancée. The girl was still interfering in her rights as Ranma's mother to arrange for his future. How dare the shrew refuse to allow HER son the right to have as many female companions as he desired? Someone of his family background and stature deserved at least 2 concubines, as well as any number of casual dalliances with whomever he chose. But that cursed Tendo girl had corrupted him with the false Western belief of monogamy and fidelity.
Her own father had had three concubines, and had dallied with most of the female help and employees at the company his father had founded. She didn't even know how many bastard siblings she had, and it didn't matter. The only issue sired by her father that mattered were herself and her two brothers. They had gone into the family business, while her father had opted to wed her to Genma in hopes of continuing the family's tradition as martial artists. He had disliked and mistrusted Genma from their first meeting, but he'd wanted his only daughter to have the strongest and most . . . unique husband he could find for her. And Genma had fit that bill perfectly. Even the dislike and mistrust had suited her father, as he had no intention of being close to her husband, only wanting someone powerful and talented to father a strong male child into the family bloodlines.
Genma's own low-class origins had not mattered, as a careful purview of family history had shown that his family had been powerful fighters and warriors for many generations. And allowing Genma to sire a child with his daughter, one who had lived up to his most stringent dreams, had been the only purpose behind their marriage. Though she had grown fond of the bastard who was her husband before he'd stolen her son, that fondest had vanished. She only remained wed to Genma because he had done what had been desired of him: Made Ranma the premier martial artist of his generation. The blood of samurai and nobility flowed through her son's veins from her ancestors, and some of the strongest and most dangerous peasant warriors through Genma's line.
Her main regret was that her father had not lived to see how powerful her son had become, though she was glad he had been spared the dishonor of seeing his hope for a true heir weakened due to the curse inflicted upon him by his father. She had no doubt that if he still lived, her father would have forced her to honor the seppuku pledge she'd drawn from Genma. And while she had no problems with Genma's death, she had no desire to see her son harmed any further then he'd already been forced to endure.