Hey yall. sorry for taking so long, but been a busy summer. Had to move, work things, lost my muse, found her but she was busy musing someone else, then misplaced the address for her, than she showed up again, but only wanted to help me work on other things instead of these stories.

Anyway, we talked, and good news is, i'm writting again. I'm hoping to have more of each of my stories out soon. Some of you may have noticed the added chapter for "2 Tiger's Tale". Aside from ch14 of this one, I have been hard at work in the last few days with ch22 for that, ch11 for Neko's Mate as well as the Neko's Mate Lemon ch2 featuring Ranmachan and Akane. I'm framing out the next section for R1/2 vs HP, and have also been working on the next chapters in by nonRanma fics.

ANYWAY

NOTICE OF INTENT: The following chapter of State of Mine contains scenes and scenarios not suited to minors. So anyone who works for a mine, please dont read.(ah, what the hell. Go ahead, read. It's not too bad, I hope.)

R-Restricted

Ranma frowned in frustration as his body again failed to obey his simplest commands. It had been three days since the surgery and even though the doctors kept insisting that he remain at the hospital for another 2 days, he had annoyed the staff enough that they had relented and allowed him to sign out and return home, but only on receiving his word of honor that he would obey their instructions regarding his training regiment and practice only light kata for at least a week.

They had tried to make him immobile for a week before performing any kata, but Ranma had completely refused and his parents and friends backed him. Afterall, the rules were in place for the help of normal people, and Ranma was hardly a normal person. He was a martial artist, born and raised, and the doctors had no idea how quickly his body healed in comparison to others. Injuries that would cripple or maim a normal person, healed in hours, while those that would sidetrack star athletes, were little more than a moments annoyance.

Ranma was quite simply, at the peak of human abilities. Few people on the planet were in the same league as Ranma when it came to his martial skills, and fewer still were those who were anywhere near the physical perfection he had attained. Sure, a handful of people might surpass his skill, or his strength, or even his prized speed.

But no one could match the conditioning of his body, the absolute balance between speed, strength, and skill. He was at the absolute ideal of the human male form and his female form was the ideal of female perfection. Though all agreed that Genma was a slimey, scumsucking bastard with the integrety of the Titanic's hull, no one ever discounted his ability to produce one of the greatest fighters on the planet. His methods may have been insane, and deadly to both his student and himself, but Genma had honed Ranma into the perfect human weapon.

This was at the core of many of Ranma's problems, for everyone could tell simply by being in his presence that Ranma was unique. He exuded power and skill without trying, and the ego he portrayed was matched only by the reality that he could almost always back up his boasts. Ranma feared no one, and grudgingly gave his respect to few when it came to the martial arts which was the basis for his whole life.

Ranma was, while not neccessarily a supermodelly handsome boy, a moderately attractive youth, and his female form was a knockout. Add his classic good looks to the sculpted of perfection body, his extremely athletic and healthy nature, and his friendly and outgoing manner and he amounted to quite a catch in the eyes of the females of all ages and of many species. This combination even overrode the downsides of his nature, mainly his ego and his inability to speak to a female without putting his foot in his mouth about anything not related to fighting.

His complete and total lack of social skills was forgotten the moment he flashed his cocky grin, transforming a mildly attractive young man into most peoples idea of perfection. His female form had the same effect on males, though where girls would sigh and giggle while daydreaming about him, the boys would drool and make rude comments or gestures, which forced Ranma to correct their behaviour. Adding to the unique quirks that resulted in one Saotome Ranma, instead of dissuading most girls from their near hopeless quest for Ranma's heart, his female side was seen as an added benefit. When questioned by a clueless boy why the girls weren't put off by his female side in the way many of them were put off by his male half, the girls would smirk and mention that all girls wanted a mate who understood their pain and needs, and who better to understand those needs than someone who lived them and felt them, even if to a lesser degree?

Ranma shook his head, trying to regain control of his trembling body. He'd been doing a light workout and was far more tired than he should havve been. Of course, a light workout for Ranma would comprise a weeks worth of hard exercise for most people. He could feel that his balance was off.

Sighing, he wondered how long it would be before he was even close to his normal level. His entire timing was off, he had no sense of the way his body should react to his motions, and he was seriously lacking in coordination. Of course, this meant that he was only about 10x more agile and gracefull than the highest level Olympic athletes instead of his usual 30 or 40. He was looking forward to being a male for the next month, though he was slightly embarrassed by the incident that had greeted him upon awaking that morning.

FLASHBACK

He was just finishing a training session when Akane walked into the dojo. She gave him a bright smile, the one she gave only to him and that made his insides quiver in a strange way. She was wearing her normal trainging gi, but it wasn't until she moved from the basic kata's to more acrobatic leaps and twisting manouvers that Ranma notice that this time, she was not weaing anything beneath the gi jacket.

He was frozen in place, unable to remove his eeyes from her as her movements gavie him short, tantalizing glimpses of the soft flesh of her breasts. He'd felt a stirring deep inside that was vaguely similar to the feeling he got in these situations when he was in female form, only it was somewhat more intense. The feeling in his female form was spread throughout his entire frame, while this feeeling seemed to be concentrated in a spot a little lower then his stomach.

He watched suddenly awestruck as Akane seemed to dance around the dojo, lashing out with her limbs in a wild, aggressive dance that set fire to his blood. He tried to study her style, but could focus only on her body, noting for the first time just how beautiful and powerfully built his fiancee was. She was a study in contrast, all feminine curves that stirred his newly awakened body and solid muscle that drew the martial artist in him like no other person he'd met.

He had met stronger and more skilled woman, chief among them the lucious Shampoo, but all paled in his mind to the perfection he saw when he looked at his fiancee. She had the strength and power inherent in her warrior lineage, and the beauty and grace that was trained subtly into most Japanese woman from birth. The soft curves granted by nature as gifts for the female of their species cover the steel like musculature that he knew from personal and painful experience allowed this mere slip of girl, barely over 5 feet tall and as shapely as many of the models and actresses his peers fawned over to perform feets of strength that he was not even sure he could match without the extensive use of his finely honed ki. In truth, he though while studying her, with the proper training, he was more than aware that she would easily be a match for him in all ways.

And that was part of what drew him to her, even through the haze that had been his mind before the operation. While he'd met many more beautiful or more talented girls and women, none had the same . . .drive and determination that Akane possesed. It was more than her body that drew him, and more than her mind though he was well aware the she was more intelligent than he. No, her most attractive quality was her pure spirit. Akane was pure in spirit in a way that he had never seen in anyone else.

She was uncomplicated in her view of life. A friend was a friend, and if you were honoured enough to be her friend, than she would move heaven and earth to aid you if you had need. She, like him, wished to be friends with everyone, but unlike him, she didn't forgive those who constantly sought to harm her. Even then, her anger was pure. If you offended her in some way, she would let you know-usually in a painful meeting with a blunt object- but once the anger passed she would again seek to try and be friends. Each offense was, while not forgotten, easily forgiven, though he knew that there were some who would never be allowed forgiveness for their transgressions.

He felt immensely honoured that she always forgave him for the errors he had made previously and constantly sought ways to demonstrate his appreciation for that fact. He had always known that she had held him in a different light than others and he had been blind to the reason for that view until the cloud in his mind was lifted and allowed him to realize what exactly the connection he'd always felt to her was: Love. She, against what many would say was common sense, loved him and he loved her. He was only now beginning to know what love entailed, and was looking forward to getting to know her in this new light that he possesed.

As he'd thought over recent events, Akane had finished her more aggressive kata's and was now performing a slow, peacefull form that he could not quite recognize. He blinked as she turned and felt his face flush. During her movements, her gi had become loose and parted even more. Her flowing, easy motions drew his attention to the heaving of her chest and to the two mounds of flesh that moved beneath her top. The part of the gi top was enough that as she twisted and turns, he caught several long glimpses of the dark ring of flesh and the pointed peaks that adorned her breasts. Those points appeared to be rather rigid and he felt the unfamiliar twitching of his manhood against his pants.

Gulping quietly, he watched as Akane continued his exercise, barely noticing the effect she was having on his body. By the time she finished, her face was flush and her breathing had returned to normal, but Ranma was trembling with the intensity of the emotions coursing through him. His face was drenched in sweat and he was breathing in short sharp bursts. That worsened when she placed her hands behind her head and leaned back until his ears caught a faint 'pop'. His eyes however were glued to her chest, which was pushed out even more than usual by the motion. One of her breasts had slipped out of her top and he could now make out the traces of sweat working their way down the soft upper curve, slidding over the erect flesh of the nipple and then down to the bottom curve before dripping off to the floor.

Closing his eyes briefly, he took a deep shuddering breath, trying to control the raging desire to go over to his fiancee and lick the rest of the sweat from the breast. He opened his eyes again to find to his surprise that Akane had moved and was now within easy reach of him, staring at him intently, her gaze travelling his form, pausing here and there, most notably on his groin, which as he took a look down, he was surprised to see the bulge that now existed there. That brief glance also allowed him to note, with more than a trace of pleasure that Akane had not covered herself from his gaze when she had moved over and that in fact, now both breasts were bared to him.

Trembling with the force of his unfamiliar desires to grope those fleshy mounds and suckle at their pointed tips, he brought his gaze to meet hers and was surprised to find a fire burning in them that matched the heat travelling his own body. Without a word, Akane took a step forward and pressed her bared skin against his own, her arms traversing up to his neck and pulling him towards her. Their lips met with some force and Ranma dimly noted that Akane was rubbing her entire body against his own as her lips caressed his.

He returned the kiss, trying to copy what she was doing to his lips. His arms encircled her waist pulling her tighter against the bulge of his groin. She started to grind herself against him and he replied by thrusting against her, the feelings growing more intense and desperate. He wanted . .. he wanted. . . . He didn't know what he wanted but he knew that what ever it was it had to do with what their hips were doing and with the caress of their lips. He was feeling hot, like his skin was on fire. He started to press against Akane more urgently, striving for something he didn't understand, but knew would be good.

Their kiss broke and Ranma groaned, pressing his face into her shoulder adn he thrust desperately towards the source of heat between Akane's thighs. What ever it was, it was hot enough and wet enough for him to feel even through his cotton pants, and Akane's wool gi. He felt his manhood beginning to spasm and his abdomen clenching and thrust at her furiously now, idly noting that one of her thighs had wrapped around his waist and her grinding motions were as furious as his thrusts. Within seconds of the realization that Akane was as hot and excited as he was, a strange, wet feeling erupted from his manhood, which was pulsing in his pants,and he let out a long, low growl of pleasure. Akane was jerking softly against him, little whimpers of pleasure that, while he didn't understand what they were, he knew that he was the cause and was happy for bringing her some of the pleasure their shared actions had brought him.

They had kissed again, tenderly this time. He pulled back and stared into her soft eyes. He opened his mouth to tell her how he felt and it happened.

He woke up.

END FLASHBACK.

Ranma grinned and blushed softly as he remembered what had happened when he woke. He had noticed almost immediately that his pants were soaked, and had been panicked to think that he might have wet the bed, something he hadn't done since he was very young. It had taken him a moment to recognize that Akane was in the room, staring at the wall, her face nearly as red as his favorite shirt.

Feeling awkward after the dream, he had explained about the dream, and tried to ignore the stirring in his groin as he told her about everything in it. As he told her, her face had grown redder, but he'd also noted that she seemed . . . pleased.

He'd been even more embarassed when Akane had stammeringly explained that he had not peed the bed, but that what had happend was that he'd had a wet dream. She had then had to explain that to him, and by the end, they had both been blushing like ripe tomatos. Ranma had haltingly asked if Akane had ever had a dream like that, and she had admitted that she had them more often then she had liked, especially since she had been trying so hard to deny that she loved him.

They had talked a bit more, and Akane had told him that the doctor's had thought something like this might happen and that there was no reason for him to be embarrassed by it. All it meant was that the operation had been successful. As for the source of the dreams, that was because he was beginning to feel the same for her that she felt for him and that he would, for the first few weeks be subject to such situations as his body and mind struggled to catch up with each other. There was nothing they could do but accept it and move on.

He felt much better after the talk, but by then he was feeling rather gunky, and had went off to bath and change, while Akane went to her room to get dressed for the day. Ranma didn't have to go to school for a few days, but she did.

Before parting ways at the door, Akane had turned to him and placed a passionate kiss on his lips, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pressed herself against his body, which had reacted with immediate interest in the soft curves pressed against it.

He had asked why she had kissed him, and she had grinned saucily at him and told him that she wanted to give him something to dream about, before turning and sashaying away from him, her hips swaying gently and drawing his gaze to her firm behind.

As the door to her room closed, he had shaken his head and gone off to clean up, completely forgetting to ask why she had been in his room in the first place at that time.

Ranma paused and held his pose for a moment before returning to the starting position. He bowed to the Tendo shrine in it's little alcove before moving over to the nearby bench and grabbing his towel. He wiped the excess sweat off his face and arms, then ran the towel over his head. The sweat had started to make the stitches on his scalp itch, and he'd been warned not to scratch under any circumstances.

So instead, he looked out the open doors of the dojo and noted the position of the sun. He realized that it was later than he had thought and that Akane would soon be home.

The mere thought of his fiancee brought a smile to his face and a tightening of his groin. He groaned and tried desparately to separate his thoughts so as to avoid the embarrassing condition he had experienced a half dozen times today. He still didn't know if he'd ever be able to look Kasumi in the eyes after the incident in the kitchen.

Shrugging, he decided to clean up the dojo and go see if there was anything on TV. Maybe there was a martial arts show of some kind, though he wasn't really sure since he didn't watch much TV or movies. In fact, aside from martial arts, he didn't do much of anything. No TV, no books, no sports. The only thing he did was training, he didn't really have any other hobbies, though he would occassionally watch a sporting event that wasn't related to martial arts, if not often. He ignored the twinge of lonelyness that rose inside himself at his thoughts and consoled himself with the thought that Akane had enough interests for both of them.