Echoes in Time (v1.01, 05/04/03)
Chapter 6: Untitled
By AllWhacked
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--- Disclaimer ---
Ranma 1/2 and its characters are the property of Takahashi Rumiko,
Shonen Sunday Comics, Shogakukan, Kitty TV (Japan) and Viz
Communications (USA). The characters of Tenchi Muyo belong to Kajishima
Masaki. The characters of Highlander belong to Davis/Panzer Inc. All
other characters and trademarks to appear are owned by their respective
owners. Note that this work of fiction is for free entertainment
purposes only. No compensation has been or will be received.
Please do not archive this work without the author's permission. Thank
You.
--- Note to Reader ---
This is an alternate universe/divergence fic with the bulk of the story
occurring after the Nanban Mirror episode (anime only). Now Ranma finds
himself stuck 400 plus years in the past with no means of returning
home.
"..." = spoken speech
'...' = thoughts
--- End Note to Reader, Start of Chapter ---
Ranma let off a stiff yawn as he slowly opened his eyes. It was barely
morning he noted as he first checked his window to see the rising sun,
and then his clock to see what exact time it was.
'5:30AM' he thought to himself. 'My god, where did the time go?' he
pondered as the events of last night slowly filtered into coherent
thoughts and images.
In his mind, he remembered having left the Cat Café, then arriving
shortly there after at Ukyo's apartment. There, both he and Ryoko found
the girl already packed and ready to go. It was then only a matter of
some last minute paper work with the landlord before they were ready for
Ryoko to give the telepathic command to her cabbit companion, Ryo-ouki
to make a low-level flyover Nerima airspace.
When Ryo-ouki came into range, Ryoko teleported the three along with
Ukyo's belongings into the crystalline ship as the cabbit sped off
through the cloud tops and towards the Masaki Shrine. The return trip
was rather short and once reaching home, Ukyo was greeted with the usual
fanfare that a family member returning from a long and distant trip
should rightfully deserve.
It was during those moments of joyous celebration that Ranma slipped
through the crying and hugging and headed towards the telephone in the
kitchen--using it to call the Tendo Dojo to inform Kasumi and the rest
of the family that both he and Ryoko wouldn't be there for dinner or to
spend the night either.
As he finished his conversation and returned the phone to its cradle,
Ranma suddenly felt Ryoko's presence right behind him. At the time he
noted that her technique at stealth had vastly improved since their last
lesson; that was the last conscious thought to come to mind just before
his brain turned into euphoric mush. Because just then, Ryoko decided
to press her pert breasts up against his back as she tightly hugged him
from behind.
"Ranma," she chimed in a whispered tone of voice. "Are you ready to
begin your lesson?" He could feel her hot breath beating down on his
lower ear as she held him; causing the short hairs on his neck to rise
up in agitation as her continued breathing tickled his skin and sent
jolts of electricity down his spine.
With his knees wanting to go weak from the contact, one of Ryoko's hands
then began to play across his chest, skillfully unfastening a button or
two, while the other snaked across his belly--playing with his navel and
coming dangerously close to his pant line.
As Ranma began to lose himself to the experience, he let out a gasp as
Ryoko's hand phased through the material of his pants then grasped his
stiffening member. At the time, Ranma noted that the feel of her hand
was both smooth and cool to the touch. Its immediate effect on his body
caused him to swallow deeply as his heart began to race. There was then
an audible smacking of Ryoko's lips as she measured his length.
"My my. It seems that 'Little-Ranma' is already up and awake... that's
good," she intoned. "But that's also bad. I was hoping that he'd be in
need of a little coaxing from my part. Oh well, that just means that we
can jump straight to the fun part." In the back of Ranma's mind, he
could picture the feral grin on Ryoko's lips as she said this.
As he acclimated to the sudden rise of body temperature and the
straining pain felt in his trousers, Ryoko whispered again in a husky
tone of voice. "Prepare yourself... I guarantee that you're not going
to get a chance to eat or sleep tonight... though, that doesn't mean you
won't have your mouth full or something soft and firm to rest your head
on."
Then as she said that, Ranma felt the momentary feeling of
disorientation that accompanied him whenever Ryoko would teleport him
somewhere. As his eyes steadied themselves, he felt a cool draft nip
his skin as his body automatically broke out into light goose bumps.
Looking around then down at himself, he realized then that Ryoko had
teleported the two into their bedroom--taking the liberty to also remove
his clothes during the transport.
He instinctively tried to cover himself up when he realized he was in
the buff but the hungry grin and the predatory gleam in Ryoko's eyes
stopped him dead in his tracks--he was like a deer caught in a pair of
headlights. As Ryoko began to stalk towards him like a hungry cat,
Ranma let out a nervous gulp as he stared at her golden eyes; eyes that
promised that the following lesson to be would be an experience that
he'd soon not forget.
++++++++++
That had been nearly twelve hours ago and he was correct to say that
that evening was going to be as hard to forget, as it was to remember.
With the fast paced sex, the costumes, the sex, the role-playing, the
sex and more sex, Ranma was still reeling from the effects of a hard
lesson learned.
He was still feeling sore in some choice places. His nuts were
literally drained and felt as if they had been put through a meat
grinder. Added the painful scratches on his back and sides plus the
dryness and soreness of his tongue and mouth, to say the least, at that
particular moment Ranma Saotome was in no shape nor mood to begin his
usual morning routine.
A routine consisting of first, light stretching and meditation; followed
soon after with intensive practice of both hard and soft style katas.
Then, after working up a decent sweat, he'd spar with Katushito and
Tenchi for an hour or so before heading towards the furo and then having
breakfast.
Pausing in his thoughts, Ranma took another look at the alarm clock and
noted that only five minutes had passed since waking up at that ungodly
hour. Under normal circumstances he would still be sound asleep,
especially after receiving an all night tutoring session from Ryoko, but
from the events experienced in his youth, there existed the instinctive
need to wake up at this time less he receive a boot to the head from his
father--to start off their morning practice--or a splash of cold water
from a smug mouthed Akane.
However that was in the past, but like they say, old habits diehard and
Ranma in his long life had developed into a person of routine and
ritual. Without this structure of monotony in his life, he knew that
there would be nothing left to motivate him to become the best and to
further his art. Instead he could easily see himself just enjoying
life--growing soft and fat by spending his mornings and afternoons in
the comfort of a soft warm bed with the love of his life nestled in his
arms, just as she was right now.
Ranma sighed as he thought of this. Was it really so bad to enjoy
himself--at least for one day? He knew that skipping one morning of
practice wouldn't detract from his skills one bit and it wasn't as if
he'd gain any noticeable weight if at all. But one day could easily
turn into two and two into three. He knew from experience that big
problems often started out small, just before they would snowball into a
much larger and dire crisis. But was this really a potential crisis in
the making? Or was it all just inside his head?
'I don't know,' he thought to answer just before he turned to look at
Ryoko's sleeping visage--her head pillowed between the crook of his
shoulder and chest. As he stared at her he couldn't help remark how
cute she looked with the expression of content happiness played out
across her face.
'What a beauty,' he remarked once more. He knew right then that he no
longer cared about getting up or not, he already knew that right here,
right now was where he wanted to be most in the world. 'Because as
corny as it might sound, she really does mean the world to me.'
So as he laid there in contemplation, he watched Ryoko sleep and dream-
-feeling at the same time, her warm breath tickling his bare skin as she
breathed in and out. Then without warning, Ryoko's eyes began to
suddenly flutter and then slowly open. Thus, exposing to the dim lit
room a pair of sparkling golden orbs that caused Ranma's heart to skip a
beat, as he smiled down upon her fondly.
+++++++++++
'What's he smiling about?' thought Ryoko as she opened her weary eyes.
Across her body she felt sore and tired, yet also happy and sated all at
the same time. As she sniffed the air she immediately noticed the mix
of sweat, musk, and sex that permeated their bed sheets and filled the
air of the room--leaving it warm and congested.
Taking another whiff, the smell brought to mind a vivid recollection of
their shared passions. Ryoko couldn't help but smile at the thought of
it.
"Good morning Babe, why are you up so early? Did I wake you?" said
Ranma with a hint of concern. Ryoko simply shook her head in reply.
"Nah, you didn't wake me," she said with a small yawn. "I sometimes
wake up early to watch you sleep. But since you beat me to it, I'll
just have to make a change of plans." She then leaned in forward to
give him a deep passionate kiss--darting her tongue in and out of his
mouth as she moaned in gratification.
With their lips locked, she proceeded to then snake one of her smooth
long legs across his body, straddling his stomach so that she could rest
atop of him as her weight pinned him down. While she rested there, in
the back of her head she noted how comfortable this position was as she
felt Ranma's arms encircle her frame from behind. She let out a gasp of
pleasure when she felt Ranma's skilled hands begin to rove across her
bare skin, tickling her spine and caressing her bottom.
"Oh Ranma," moaned Ryoko when Ranma touched a particularly sensitive
cluster of nerves that sent Ryoko's pleasure centers into overdrive.
She then gripped the end of his pigtail to pull his head back so that
she could mash his face into her pair of C-Cups--relishing all the while
at the dual sensation of his expert hands and his skillful tongue and
mouth against her flesh.
Meanwhile, with Ranma's face caught between the folds of Ryoko's ample
cleavage, he began to utilize his skill and knowledge in the "Marital
Arts" branch of the Anything Goes School, to literally make Ryoko cum to
submission.
"Oh God don't stop," she breathed out as she bit her lower lip to keep
from screaming. Ryoko closed her eyes in ecstasy as her nervous system
finally erupted in undulating pleasure; she saw flashes of colored light
as her body shook the bed off its posts. Her nails then dug deeply into
Ranma's already scar ravaged back as she held on in fear of literally
exploding in pleasure. As her orgasm lessened to more bearable levels,
she slid back down Ranma's chest so that she could look him in the eye-
-gazing at him with a lopsided grin and then kissing him to show her
satisfaction.
"I love you," he said as their lips parted. The three words brought a
warm feeling to her heart, as her cheeks flushed and her desire for him
grew. No matter how often she heard it, those three simple little words
coming from this man was music to Ryoko's ears.
"I love you too," she said as she leaned in and began to kiss his neck-
-nibbling occasionally on his ear lobe. She could smell his scent; the
mix of musk and sweat that to her, drove her crazy with desire. As she
continued to neck with him, leaving a purple blotch below his ear as a
reminder of this morning, she would sometimes brush her cheek against
his face--feeling the initial roughness of a day's worth of unshaved
stubble. Although the contact stung at first, she rather enjoyed the
feeling, the feeling of being so close to him; to touch and feel him, to
know that she was loved and was safe in his embrace.
This was the life she had always craved for--it gave her a sense of
happiness and belonging that was absent from the earlier parts of her
life. A life first spent as a tool of destruction--forced to destroy or
terrorize whole worlds or systems. Then later--in just retribution for
her crimes--she was chased across the galaxy, defeated in combat and
imprisoned in a cave for nearly seven hundred unbearable years. Years
spent in cold darkness, lacking any true human contact. All the while
leaving her in total isolation and feeling only utter loneliness.
'Damn you, Kagato,' she mentally swore. She hated the man for all that
he had done. For taking her away from her mother, then brainwashing her
and forcing her to rampage across known space in his thirst for ultimate
power--the power that was Jurai.
'But I suppose I got the last laugh,' she mused as she hugged Ranma just
a little bit tighter. 'I did find Ranma because of you; I found what I
had truly always wanted. You on the other hand found only the cool
embrace of death. I hope you rot, you bastard.'
A few tears came to her eyes as she shuddered at the memory. A memory
amongst a few millennia of equally painful memories that she hoped to
one day forget. 'Though, not completely,' she added to herself. To
forget it all would do little justice for what she had right now, to the
life of happiness she had strove to gain and had earned only after much
strife and sacrifice.
So it was from out of crazed anger, untold suffering and pain, that made
all that she had ever felt or done under Kagato's control seem like a
far cry in contrast to what her life was like now--an idyllic life with
Ranma. A life with a man who ignored her past wrongs, who only saw the
good in her now and accepted her with all her faults and foibles and yet
still called her perfect. 'Oh god, I don't ever want to lose him,' she
thought morosely.
As she abruptly stopped to face him, her eyes conveyed the pain and
turmoil that her heart was feeling. "Make love to me," she said with
her eyes locked onto his. Ranma could see then that something was
troubling her as he stared up at her golden orbs--wondering at the time
as to what and why she was in such obvious pain.
"Ryoko, what's the matter?" he queried. He grabbed her by the shoulders
as he felt her shiver slightly. At his touch, she turned her head a bit
to the side as she leaned back down into his chest. He could feel the
tears begin to trickle down her cheek and onto his bare skin.
"I'm sorry," she said in a weakened voice. "I just thought... I just
got to thinking about Kagato and then how I didn't want to ever lose
you. I... I just want to feel you inside of me, please say you'll make
love to me," she finally gasped.
The pitiful tone in Ryoko's voice caused Ranma's heart to ache in
empathy as he held her in his arms. As he debated his options, he
realized that something must have just happened to act as a catharsis to
bring forth her repressed memories while under Kagato's control. In all
the time he had known her the two never talked about Kagato and when the
subject did come up, the two would quickly switch the conversation to
something else--anything else--to get their minds away from such deep
dark memories.
'Did I say or do something to cause this?' he pondered. He wasn't sure,
but he made a silent prayer to never let Ryoko doubt his love for her.
He also added a silent curse to Kagato; damning the man for all the pain
he'd caused.
"Ryoko?" he spoke out tentatively while slowly brushing away a few stray
tears. She looked up at him with the same sad eyes he saw before; the
look she gave almost made him lose his resolve. However, steeling
himself he reached forward to cup her face between his fingers and
palms, bringing her in for a kiss--a kiss symbolizing in silence that he
had accepted her request.
As their lips parted, "Ryoko, I love you. Don't ever think you'll ever
lose me; I'm immortal, I'm forever. I'll be there for you, always."
Then chuckling, "face it Babe, you're stuck with me whether you like it
or not. So never think that--"
Ranma was cut off when Ryoko reached out and grabbed his face as he had
done to her before, kissing him fiercely as if her life depended on it.
When their lips broke, he could only stare in shock as Ryoko's pouty red
eyes now shone again with renewed hope and mirth.
"Ranma..." she said as she smiled at him. "Just shut up and fuck me."
By now, the air of pain and remorse had lifted as the couple embraced
one another, engaging in the simple act of love.
*** Downstairs Kitchen, Masaki Household ***
Princess Sasami hummed to herself as she began her morning routine of
preparing breakfast for the household. Although she wasn't the lady of
the house, her sister was never known for her cooking skills and
besides, Sasami rather enjoyed making meals--it was one of the few
things she got to do these days that made her truly happy.
Happy, not because she liked cooking in itself, though cooking she
admitted was quite therapeutic. But no, what truly made her happy about
cooking was its effect on those she served, but more specifically, its
effect on a special someone in this group.
As she began to cut carrots for her longtime friend, Ryo-ouki, Sasami
was alerted by the intrusive noise of rhythmic pounding from upstairs.
With the halls void of all life but her own, and with little to no noise
coming from outside, the constant pounding reverberated through the
wooden structure--leaving a stark contrast to the otherwise pure
silence.
*Boom!* *Boom!* *Ah! - Ah!*
The last muffled pair of screams seemed almost mocking to the Princess
as she stood in the kitchen with a frown on her face and a furling of
her brow. In the twenty odd some years since she had lived on Earth,
she had seen and learned many things that now set her far apart from
being the naïve little girl she once was. For instance, she knew very
well what was going on upstairs and although the act wasn't what
bothered her most--since she believed that the love between a man and a
woman was a beautiful thing--what made her angry was that someone was
making love to her Ranma.
'Her Ranma,' she thought with slight remorse. 'He's not mine... at
least not mine in the way I want him to be.' She took pause in what she
was doing as she looked at her reflection in the glass window.
"You and I are now the same, Tsunami," said the Princess. She looked
saddened as she said this with her red eyes crinkled and on the verge of
tears. As she stood there, she thought back to how this all started;
how here feelings for Ranma had become so mixed up and muddled, that now
she couldn't even go a day without thinking of him and Ryoko together
without feelings of anger or jealousy.
'Damn it! I shouldn't feel this way. Ranma is only a friend, more of
an older brother than anything. And Ryoko... She's my friend, I
shouldn't be lusting after her man--' Her thought ended abruptly as she
gripped the edge of the kitchen counter for support.
'What's happened to me?' she queried. She felt weak kneed and almost
sick to the stomach. Her feelings of guilt were causing a physical
reaction as the set of months of pent up frustration were taking their
toll on her.
As she eased herself into a chair, her thoughts drifted back to the days
right after her full merger with Tsunami. She remembered then how
confused and awkward she had felt, how memories of past events seemed
both different and the same, how her feelings for things had changed so
drastically that she couldn't even say her memories were her own.
For instance, Sasami still saw Ayeka as her protective older sister,
whom she loved dearly. But now with Tsunami's memories and feelings to
contend with, Ayeka was also viewed in the light of that of a child--a
daughter of Jurai that required the watchful eye of Jurai's patron
goddess to help guide and protect her.
There were other instances of changed perceptions, some less drastic
than others but the changes were an expected consequence of fully
merging and Sasami had accepted that fact. However, she had no idea
that when it came to her memories of Ranma that her feelings and those
of Tsunami's would merge as they did and change forever how they felt
for the man.
To both Sasami and Tsunami, the two knew there was something special
about Ranma from the very moment they first set eyes on him. Because,
unlike the men of Jurai, Ranma did not bow down to them and view them in
utter awe as their goddess. Nor did he treat them like a piece of meat
like Earthmen tended to do. In contrast, Ranma saw Sasami as neither a
princess nor a godly deity; instead in his eyes she was a human being
with human thoughts, human faults, and human feelings.
To him, she was the young woman he helped care for and guide through
adolescence and into adulthood. That through all their time spent
together, his love for them never wavered--being always there and
unwavering even when he scolded her when she did wrong or when he cared
and comforted her when she was hurting. And on those rare moments when
she couldn't go to Ranma, there was always Ryoko--the woman who had
captured his heart and who had been like a second older sister to them.
"Like a sister," remarked Sasami in a sad tone; tear marks were now
falling freely from her red and puffy eyes, as she did nothing to stop
their flow.
'Ranma was always there to protect me, to guide me, to rescue me when I
was in trouble...' A sniffle caused her to pause in her musing. "He
was always there for me," she began out loud. "Always leaving me
feeling warm and safe... It was little wonder that with Tsunami's
feelings for him and those of mine that... that we'd fall hopelessly and
utterly in love with him."
As she sat at the kitchen table, staring at her hands through blurry
eyes, she twirled around abruptly to the sound of someone's approaching
voice.
++++++++++
"Sasami," voiced out Ranma in concern. "Are you all right? I thought I
heard someone crying." An instant later, he padded his way into the
kitchen with nothing on but a pair of black silk boxers.
Sasami for her part could only stare in absolute silence as the object
of her heart's desire entered her field of vision, causing an immediate
rise in blood pressure as her face flushed and she began to wipe the
tears from her eyes so as to get a better peek at Ranma in all his
glory.
As Ranma approached Sasami's sulking form, he instinctively reached out
towards her in concern and touched her shoulder. Upon contact, Sasami
immediately batted him away as if his hand was on fire, crying out:
"don't touch me!" Ranma just took a fast step back as he looked at her
wide-eyed.
"Sasami?" he gasped in shock. Never had Sasami ever treated him so; she
was always his sweet little Sasami, she would never lash out against
him. However, the problem was that she just did and there was no reason
in Ranma's mind to account for why.
"Sasami?" he tentatively began again. "I'm sorry if I offended you.
Please tell me what's wrong."
Sasami just stared at him for a split second as if thinking, just before
she got up from her chair--nearly knocking it over--and bridged the
distance between the two of them. With Ranma in pure shock at Sasami's
behavior, he was ill prepared when she grabbed him from around the head
and drew him in for a kiss. And not just any kiss, but a deep, hot,
passionate kiss that Sasami seemed to pour forth all her heart and
feelings into--transferring through their bond all her pent up emotions
as she held onto him for dear life.
Then, as quickly as the kiss began, it was ended when Ranma forcefully
pushed Sasami away from him--staring at her as if she had grown a second
head.
"Sasami!" he nearly yelled. "What has gotten into you?"
Sasami was about to answer when Ryoko interrupted from behind.
"Yes Sasami, please tell us what has gotten into you. Perhaps you were
just joking, is that it?" said the woman in an icy calm voice while
staring at the Princess through narrowed slits. By now Ryoko had come
up from behind Ranma and grabbed onto him--covering his bare chest with
her hands in a protective manner--as if Sasami would snatch him away
that very instant.
Sasami took a tentative step back as if wishing she could flee. "I..
I.." she stuttered. She didn't get past that before she collapsed onto
her knees and broke into a fresh bout of tears. Crying, first of all
for betraying Ryoko's trust by trying to seduce her man, and second for
trying to seduce Ranma and not succeeding.
To be continued...
--- End of Chapter ---
Please send C&C to allwhacked@hotmail.com and if you're going to
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Chapter 6: Untitled
By AllWhacked
Send C&C to allwhacked@hotmail.com
http://www.geocities.com/allwhacked/
--- Disclaimer ---
Ranma 1/2 and its characters are the property of Takahashi Rumiko,
Shonen Sunday Comics, Shogakukan, Kitty TV (Japan) and Viz
Communications (USA). The characters of Tenchi Muyo belong to Kajishima
Masaki. The characters of Highlander belong to Davis/Panzer Inc. All
other characters and trademarks to appear are owned by their respective
owners. Note that this work of fiction is for free entertainment
purposes only. No compensation has been or will be received.
Please do not archive this work without the author's permission. Thank
You.
--- Note to Reader ---
This is an alternate universe/divergence fic with the bulk of the story
occurring after the Nanban Mirror episode (anime only). Now Ranma finds
himself stuck 400 plus years in the past with no means of returning
home.
"..." = spoken speech
'...' = thoughts
--- End Note to Reader, Start of Chapter ---
Ranma let off a stiff yawn as he slowly opened his eyes. It was barely
morning he noted as he first checked his window to see the rising sun,
and then his clock to see what exact time it was.
'5:30AM' he thought to himself. 'My god, where did the time go?' he
pondered as the events of last night slowly filtered into coherent
thoughts and images.
In his mind, he remembered having left the Cat Café, then arriving
shortly there after at Ukyo's apartment. There, both he and Ryoko found
the girl already packed and ready to go. It was then only a matter of
some last minute paper work with the landlord before they were ready for
Ryoko to give the telepathic command to her cabbit companion, Ryo-ouki
to make a low-level flyover Nerima airspace.
When Ryo-ouki came into range, Ryoko teleported the three along with
Ukyo's belongings into the crystalline ship as the cabbit sped off
through the cloud tops and towards the Masaki Shrine. The return trip
was rather short and once reaching home, Ukyo was greeted with the usual
fanfare that a family member returning from a long and distant trip
should rightfully deserve.
It was during those moments of joyous celebration that Ranma slipped
through the crying and hugging and headed towards the telephone in the
kitchen--using it to call the Tendo Dojo to inform Kasumi and the rest
of the family that both he and Ryoko wouldn't be there for dinner or to
spend the night either.
As he finished his conversation and returned the phone to its cradle,
Ranma suddenly felt Ryoko's presence right behind him. At the time he
noted that her technique at stealth had vastly improved since their last
lesson; that was the last conscious thought to come to mind just before
his brain turned into euphoric mush. Because just then, Ryoko decided
to press her pert breasts up against his back as she tightly hugged him
from behind.
"Ranma," she chimed in a whispered tone of voice. "Are you ready to
begin your lesson?" He could feel her hot breath beating down on his
lower ear as she held him; causing the short hairs on his neck to rise
up in agitation as her continued breathing tickled his skin and sent
jolts of electricity down his spine.
With his knees wanting to go weak from the contact, one of Ryoko's hands
then began to play across his chest, skillfully unfastening a button or
two, while the other snaked across his belly--playing with his navel and
coming dangerously close to his pant line.
As Ranma began to lose himself to the experience, he let out a gasp as
Ryoko's hand phased through the material of his pants then grasped his
stiffening member. At the time, Ranma noted that the feel of her hand
was both smooth and cool to the touch. Its immediate effect on his body
caused him to swallow deeply as his heart began to race. There was then
an audible smacking of Ryoko's lips as she measured his length.
"My my. It seems that 'Little-Ranma' is already up and awake... that's
good," she intoned. "But that's also bad. I was hoping that he'd be in
need of a little coaxing from my part. Oh well, that just means that we
can jump straight to the fun part." In the back of Ranma's mind, he
could picture the feral grin on Ryoko's lips as she said this.
As he acclimated to the sudden rise of body temperature and the
straining pain felt in his trousers, Ryoko whispered again in a husky
tone of voice. "Prepare yourself... I guarantee that you're not going
to get a chance to eat or sleep tonight... though, that doesn't mean you
won't have your mouth full or something soft and firm to rest your head
on."
Then as she said that, Ranma felt the momentary feeling of
disorientation that accompanied him whenever Ryoko would teleport him
somewhere. As his eyes steadied themselves, he felt a cool draft nip
his skin as his body automatically broke out into light goose bumps.
Looking around then down at himself, he realized then that Ryoko had
teleported the two into their bedroom--taking the liberty to also remove
his clothes during the transport.
He instinctively tried to cover himself up when he realized he was in
the buff but the hungry grin and the predatory gleam in Ryoko's eyes
stopped him dead in his tracks--he was like a deer caught in a pair of
headlights. As Ryoko began to stalk towards him like a hungry cat,
Ranma let out a nervous gulp as he stared at her golden eyes; eyes that
promised that the following lesson to be would be an experience that
he'd soon not forget.
++++++++++
That had been nearly twelve hours ago and he was correct to say that
that evening was going to be as hard to forget, as it was to remember.
With the fast paced sex, the costumes, the sex, the role-playing, the
sex and more sex, Ranma was still reeling from the effects of a hard
lesson learned.
He was still feeling sore in some choice places. His nuts were
literally drained and felt as if they had been put through a meat
grinder. Added the painful scratches on his back and sides plus the
dryness and soreness of his tongue and mouth, to say the least, at that
particular moment Ranma Saotome was in no shape nor mood to begin his
usual morning routine.
A routine consisting of first, light stretching and meditation; followed
soon after with intensive practice of both hard and soft style katas.
Then, after working up a decent sweat, he'd spar with Katushito and
Tenchi for an hour or so before heading towards the furo and then having
breakfast.
Pausing in his thoughts, Ranma took another look at the alarm clock and
noted that only five minutes had passed since waking up at that ungodly
hour. Under normal circumstances he would still be sound asleep,
especially after receiving an all night tutoring session from Ryoko, but
from the events experienced in his youth, there existed the instinctive
need to wake up at this time less he receive a boot to the head from his
father--to start off their morning practice--or a splash of cold water
from a smug mouthed Akane.
However that was in the past, but like they say, old habits diehard and
Ranma in his long life had developed into a person of routine and
ritual. Without this structure of monotony in his life, he knew that
there would be nothing left to motivate him to become the best and to
further his art. Instead he could easily see himself just enjoying
life--growing soft and fat by spending his mornings and afternoons in
the comfort of a soft warm bed with the love of his life nestled in his
arms, just as she was right now.
Ranma sighed as he thought of this. Was it really so bad to enjoy
himself--at least for one day? He knew that skipping one morning of
practice wouldn't detract from his skills one bit and it wasn't as if
he'd gain any noticeable weight if at all. But one day could easily
turn into two and two into three. He knew from experience that big
problems often started out small, just before they would snowball into a
much larger and dire crisis. But was this really a potential crisis in
the making? Or was it all just inside his head?
'I don't know,' he thought to answer just before he turned to look at
Ryoko's sleeping visage--her head pillowed between the crook of his
shoulder and chest. As he stared at her he couldn't help remark how
cute she looked with the expression of content happiness played out
across her face.
'What a beauty,' he remarked once more. He knew right then that he no
longer cared about getting up or not, he already knew that right here,
right now was where he wanted to be most in the world. 'Because as
corny as it might sound, she really does mean the world to me.'
So as he laid there in contemplation, he watched Ryoko sleep and dream-
-feeling at the same time, her warm breath tickling his bare skin as she
breathed in and out. Then without warning, Ryoko's eyes began to
suddenly flutter and then slowly open. Thus, exposing to the dim lit
room a pair of sparkling golden orbs that caused Ranma's heart to skip a
beat, as he smiled down upon her fondly.
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'What's he smiling about?' thought Ryoko as she opened her weary eyes.
Across her body she felt sore and tired, yet also happy and sated all at
the same time. As she sniffed the air she immediately noticed the mix
of sweat, musk, and sex that permeated their bed sheets and filled the
air of the room--leaving it warm and congested.
Taking another whiff, the smell brought to mind a vivid recollection of
their shared passions. Ryoko couldn't help but smile at the thought of
it.
"Good morning Babe, why are you up so early? Did I wake you?" said
Ranma with a hint of concern. Ryoko simply shook her head in reply.
"Nah, you didn't wake me," she said with a small yawn. "I sometimes
wake up early to watch you sleep. But since you beat me to it, I'll
just have to make a change of plans." She then leaned in forward to
give him a deep passionate kiss--darting her tongue in and out of his
mouth as she moaned in gratification.
With their lips locked, she proceeded to then snake one of her smooth
long legs across his body, straddling his stomach so that she could rest
atop of him as her weight pinned him down. While she rested there, in
the back of her head she noted how comfortable this position was as she
felt Ranma's arms encircle her frame from behind. She let out a gasp of
pleasure when she felt Ranma's skilled hands begin to rove across her
bare skin, tickling her spine and caressing her bottom.
"Oh Ranma," moaned Ryoko when Ranma touched a particularly sensitive
cluster of nerves that sent Ryoko's pleasure centers into overdrive.
She then gripped the end of his pigtail to pull his head back so that
she could mash his face into her pair of C-Cups--relishing all the while
at the dual sensation of his expert hands and his skillful tongue and
mouth against her flesh.
Meanwhile, with Ranma's face caught between the folds of Ryoko's ample
cleavage, he began to utilize his skill and knowledge in the "Marital
Arts" branch of the Anything Goes School, to literally make Ryoko cum to
submission.
"Oh God don't stop," she breathed out as she bit her lower lip to keep
from screaming. Ryoko closed her eyes in ecstasy as her nervous system
finally erupted in undulating pleasure; she saw flashes of colored light
as her body shook the bed off its posts. Her nails then dug deeply into
Ranma's already scar ravaged back as she held on in fear of literally
exploding in pleasure. As her orgasm lessened to more bearable levels,
she slid back down Ranma's chest so that she could look him in the eye-
-gazing at him with a lopsided grin and then kissing him to show her
satisfaction.
"I love you," he said as their lips parted. The three words brought a
warm feeling to her heart, as her cheeks flushed and her desire for him
grew. No matter how often she heard it, those three simple little words
coming from this man was music to Ryoko's ears.
"I love you too," she said as she leaned in and began to kiss his neck-
-nibbling occasionally on his ear lobe. She could smell his scent; the
mix of musk and sweat that to her, drove her crazy with desire. As she
continued to neck with him, leaving a purple blotch below his ear as a
reminder of this morning, she would sometimes brush her cheek against
his face--feeling the initial roughness of a day's worth of unshaved
stubble. Although the contact stung at first, she rather enjoyed the
feeling, the feeling of being so close to him; to touch and feel him, to
know that she was loved and was safe in his embrace.
This was the life she had always craved for--it gave her a sense of
happiness and belonging that was absent from the earlier parts of her
life. A life first spent as a tool of destruction--forced to destroy or
terrorize whole worlds or systems. Then later--in just retribution for
her crimes--she was chased across the galaxy, defeated in combat and
imprisoned in a cave for nearly seven hundred unbearable years. Years
spent in cold darkness, lacking any true human contact. All the while
leaving her in total isolation and feeling only utter loneliness.
'Damn you, Kagato,' she mentally swore. She hated the man for all that
he had done. For taking her away from her mother, then brainwashing her
and forcing her to rampage across known space in his thirst for ultimate
power--the power that was Jurai.
'But I suppose I got the last laugh,' she mused as she hugged Ranma just
a little bit tighter. 'I did find Ranma because of you; I found what I
had truly always wanted. You on the other hand found only the cool
embrace of death. I hope you rot, you bastard.'
A few tears came to her eyes as she shuddered at the memory. A memory
amongst a few millennia of equally painful memories that she hoped to
one day forget. 'Though, not completely,' she added to herself. To
forget it all would do little justice for what she had right now, to the
life of happiness she had strove to gain and had earned only after much
strife and sacrifice.
So it was from out of crazed anger, untold suffering and pain, that made
all that she had ever felt or done under Kagato's control seem like a
far cry in contrast to what her life was like now--an idyllic life with
Ranma. A life with a man who ignored her past wrongs, who only saw the
good in her now and accepted her with all her faults and foibles and yet
still called her perfect. 'Oh god, I don't ever want to lose him,' she
thought morosely.
As she abruptly stopped to face him, her eyes conveyed the pain and
turmoil that her heart was feeling. "Make love to me," she said with
her eyes locked onto his. Ranma could see then that something was
troubling her as he stared up at her golden orbs--wondering at the time
as to what and why she was in such obvious pain.
"Ryoko, what's the matter?" he queried. He grabbed her by the shoulders
as he felt her shiver slightly. At his touch, she turned her head a bit
to the side as she leaned back down into his chest. He could feel the
tears begin to trickle down her cheek and onto his bare skin.
"I'm sorry," she said in a weakened voice. "I just thought... I just
got to thinking about Kagato and then how I didn't want to ever lose
you. I... I just want to feel you inside of me, please say you'll make
love to me," she finally gasped.
The pitiful tone in Ryoko's voice caused Ranma's heart to ache in
empathy as he held her in his arms. As he debated his options, he
realized that something must have just happened to act as a catharsis to
bring forth her repressed memories while under Kagato's control. In all
the time he had known her the two never talked about Kagato and when the
subject did come up, the two would quickly switch the conversation to
something else--anything else--to get their minds away from such deep
dark memories.
'Did I say or do something to cause this?' he pondered. He wasn't sure,
but he made a silent prayer to never let Ryoko doubt his love for her.
He also added a silent curse to Kagato; damning the man for all the pain
he'd caused.
"Ryoko?" he spoke out tentatively while slowly brushing away a few stray
tears. She looked up at him with the same sad eyes he saw before; the
look she gave almost made him lose his resolve. However, steeling
himself he reached forward to cup her face between his fingers and
palms, bringing her in for a kiss--a kiss symbolizing in silence that he
had accepted her request.
As their lips parted, "Ryoko, I love you. Don't ever think you'll ever
lose me; I'm immortal, I'm forever. I'll be there for you, always."
Then chuckling, "face it Babe, you're stuck with me whether you like it
or not. So never think that--"
Ranma was cut off when Ryoko reached out and grabbed his face as he had
done to her before, kissing him fiercely as if her life depended on it.
When their lips broke, he could only stare in shock as Ryoko's pouty red
eyes now shone again with renewed hope and mirth.
"Ranma..." she said as she smiled at him. "Just shut up and fuck me."
By now, the air of pain and remorse had lifted as the couple embraced
one another, engaging in the simple act of love.
*** Downstairs Kitchen, Masaki Household ***
Princess Sasami hummed to herself as she began her morning routine of
preparing breakfast for the household. Although she wasn't the lady of
the house, her sister was never known for her cooking skills and
besides, Sasami rather enjoyed making meals--it was one of the few
things she got to do these days that made her truly happy.
Happy, not because she liked cooking in itself, though cooking she
admitted was quite therapeutic. But no, what truly made her happy about
cooking was its effect on those she served, but more specifically, its
effect on a special someone in this group.
As she began to cut carrots for her longtime friend, Ryo-ouki, Sasami
was alerted by the intrusive noise of rhythmic pounding from upstairs.
With the halls void of all life but her own, and with little to no noise
coming from outside, the constant pounding reverberated through the
wooden structure--leaving a stark contrast to the otherwise pure
silence.
*Boom!* *Boom!* *Ah! - Ah!*
The last muffled pair of screams seemed almost mocking to the Princess
as she stood in the kitchen with a frown on her face and a furling of
her brow. In the twenty odd some years since she had lived on Earth,
she had seen and learned many things that now set her far apart from
being the naïve little girl she once was. For instance, she knew very
well what was going on upstairs and although the act wasn't what
bothered her most--since she believed that the love between a man and a
woman was a beautiful thing--what made her angry was that someone was
making love to her Ranma.
'Her Ranma,' she thought with slight remorse. 'He's not mine... at
least not mine in the way I want him to be.' She took pause in what she
was doing as she looked at her reflection in the glass window.
"You and I are now the same, Tsunami," said the Princess. She looked
saddened as she said this with her red eyes crinkled and on the verge of
tears. As she stood there, she thought back to how this all started;
how here feelings for Ranma had become so mixed up and muddled, that now
she couldn't even go a day without thinking of him and Ryoko together
without feelings of anger or jealousy.
'Damn it! I shouldn't feel this way. Ranma is only a friend, more of
an older brother than anything. And Ryoko... She's my friend, I
shouldn't be lusting after her man--' Her thought ended abruptly as she
gripped the edge of the kitchen counter for support.
'What's happened to me?' she queried. She felt weak kneed and almost
sick to the stomach. Her feelings of guilt were causing a physical
reaction as the set of months of pent up frustration were taking their
toll on her.
As she eased herself into a chair, her thoughts drifted back to the days
right after her full merger with Tsunami. She remembered then how
confused and awkward she had felt, how memories of past events seemed
both different and the same, how her feelings for things had changed so
drastically that she couldn't even say her memories were her own.
For instance, Sasami still saw Ayeka as her protective older sister,
whom she loved dearly. But now with Tsunami's memories and feelings to
contend with, Ayeka was also viewed in the light of that of a child--a
daughter of Jurai that required the watchful eye of Jurai's patron
goddess to help guide and protect her.
There were other instances of changed perceptions, some less drastic
than others but the changes were an expected consequence of fully
merging and Sasami had accepted that fact. However, she had no idea
that when it came to her memories of Ranma that her feelings and those
of Tsunami's would merge as they did and change forever how they felt
for the man.
To both Sasami and Tsunami, the two knew there was something special
about Ranma from the very moment they first set eyes on him. Because,
unlike the men of Jurai, Ranma did not bow down to them and view them in
utter awe as their goddess. Nor did he treat them like a piece of meat
like Earthmen tended to do. In contrast, Ranma saw Sasami as neither a
princess nor a godly deity; instead in his eyes she was a human being
with human thoughts, human faults, and human feelings.
To him, she was the young woman he helped care for and guide through
adolescence and into adulthood. That through all their time spent
together, his love for them never wavered--being always there and
unwavering even when he scolded her when she did wrong or when he cared
and comforted her when she was hurting. And on those rare moments when
she couldn't go to Ranma, there was always Ryoko--the woman who had
captured his heart and who had been like a second older sister to them.
"Like a sister," remarked Sasami in a sad tone; tear marks were now
falling freely from her red and puffy eyes, as she did nothing to stop
their flow.
'Ranma was always there to protect me, to guide me, to rescue me when I
was in trouble...' A sniffle caused her to pause in her musing. "He
was always there for me," she began out loud. "Always leaving me
feeling warm and safe... It was little wonder that with Tsunami's
feelings for him and those of mine that... that we'd fall hopelessly and
utterly in love with him."
As she sat at the kitchen table, staring at her hands through blurry
eyes, she twirled around abruptly to the sound of someone's approaching
voice.
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"Sasami," voiced out Ranma in concern. "Are you all right? I thought I
heard someone crying." An instant later, he padded his way into the
kitchen with nothing on but a pair of black silk boxers.
Sasami for her part could only stare in absolute silence as the object
of her heart's desire entered her field of vision, causing an immediate
rise in blood pressure as her face flushed and she began to wipe the
tears from her eyes so as to get a better peek at Ranma in all his
glory.
As Ranma approached Sasami's sulking form, he instinctively reached out
towards her in concern and touched her shoulder. Upon contact, Sasami
immediately batted him away as if his hand was on fire, crying out:
"don't touch me!" Ranma just took a fast step back as he looked at her
wide-eyed.
"Sasami?" he gasped in shock. Never had Sasami ever treated him so; she
was always his sweet little Sasami, she would never lash out against
him. However, the problem was that she just did and there was no reason
in Ranma's mind to account for why.
"Sasami?" he tentatively began again. "I'm sorry if I offended you.
Please tell me what's wrong."
Sasami just stared at him for a split second as if thinking, just before
she got up from her chair--nearly knocking it over--and bridged the
distance between the two of them. With Ranma in pure shock at Sasami's
behavior, he was ill prepared when she grabbed him from around the head
and drew him in for a kiss. And not just any kiss, but a deep, hot,
passionate kiss that Sasami seemed to pour forth all her heart and
feelings into--transferring through their bond all her pent up emotions
as she held onto him for dear life.
Then, as quickly as the kiss began, it was ended when Ranma forcefully
pushed Sasami away from him--staring at her as if she had grown a second
head.
"Sasami!" he nearly yelled. "What has gotten into you?"
Sasami was about to answer when Ryoko interrupted from behind.
"Yes Sasami, please tell us what has gotten into you. Perhaps you were
just joking, is that it?" said the woman in an icy calm voice while
staring at the Princess through narrowed slits. By now Ryoko had come
up from behind Ranma and grabbed onto him--covering his bare chest with
her hands in a protective manner--as if Sasami would snatch him away
that very instant.
Sasami took a tentative step back as if wishing she could flee. "I..
I.." she stuttered. She didn't get past that before she collapsed onto
her knees and broke into a fresh bout of tears. Crying, first of all
for betraying Ryoko's trust by trying to seduce her man, and second for
trying to seduce Ranma and not succeeding.
To be continued...
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