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Chapter 4: Ranma is "Assaulted"
And...here goes! It's a lime-ish thingy(eh hehehe....I know Rumiko Takahashi probably'd never do something like this, but there you are)! Woohoo(lol)! Anyway, enjoy.
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Ranma was pleasantly surprised at the sight that met his eyes. Nabiki was leaning against the door, one hand behind her on the knob. "Nabiki?" he asked. "Wow, what happened to the ol' 'Ice Queen' look?" She was wearing a dark blue silk kimono patterned with brown and dark green bamboo, held closed by a dark brown scarf tied at the front in a bow rather than the usual obi. She had also somehow put up her brown hair in an elaborate arrangement that seemed to be held up by two blue-and-gold chopsticks alone. She said nothing but started to walk towards Ranma with small steps, swaying her hips slightly and clutching the neck of the kimono.
Ranma started to get nervous. "Uh...Nabiki, what's up? Why am I here?" He tried to unobtrusively back up just a little, but was blocked by a dusty desk that felt as if it hadn't been used for a century even through his shirt.
Nabiki reached him, gazing up at him with a wistfully longing look on her normally expressionless face. "Ranma..." she breathed, pressing against his chest, then drawing away. She slowly pulled the ends of her sash down so that it came undone and fell to the floor. As Ranma watched, shocked into parlysis yet fascinated, Nabiki slipped her hands out of her sleeves and let the kimono slide to the floor. Underneath, she was wearing black underwear that was mostly lacy holes and not much cloth. As she leaned against him again, she guided his still hands to her warm back, whispering "Ranma, I love you." She placed her hands over his, forcing him to uhook her bra, and pulled his hands away still holding it.
While she stood in just in front of him, Ranma finally regained his voice. "N-Nabiki...wh-what the hell are you doin'? You can't l-l-love me...you were lying that time I became your fiance and you said so..r-right?" he stuttered, not sure what to do with a nearly naked girl a foot away from him.
"I must not have realized it," Nabiki said in regretful tone, then seemed to gain passionate force. "But now I have, and, Ranma, I have to know if you love me back! I can't live without you, I don't know how I stood it so long..." She clutched his clasped hands to her, regardless of how cherry red he turned at the feel of her breasts.

"N-Nabiki," he stammered even more. "I-I, well, I...Nabiki, well, you're like a sister to me, and I-" She had turned pale at his words, and a single large tear dropped slowly down her cheek.
"R-Ranma, you...how could you say that to me? I know you love me, deep down inside you, and you just haven't found out yet, but how could you? Ranma, you don't know how much you've hurt me..." She broke into full-fledged sobbing now, and snatched her kimono and sash from the floor to muffle it. She started to run out the door, then turned back as if remembering something and pressed a passionate kiss onto Ranma's lips. "Ranma, always remember that I love you!" she left in Ranma's ears before she dissapeared out the door.
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Five minutes later, Akane walked into the classroom, saying "Ranma, hurry up! Teacher sent me to fetch you, and she's probably gonna make you-" she cut off short as she saw Ranma backed up against a cluster of desks smushed together, holding the two ends of a black lace bra in his hands and looking completely poleaxed. "Ranma..." she growled deep in her throat. "What the hell do you think you're doing??"
And once again the famous Saotome human rocket, produced without the means of any cannon or the like, flew out of a fourth story window and fell into the school pool with a gigantic splash.