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Chapter 2

Siren's Call

Nabiki breathed out intricately placed cuss words as she searched the residence looking for a certain pigtailed boy.

She knew he was going to meet Akane but her hopes were that it would wait until after Akane knew what was going down.

She was well aware of how her sister hated surprises.

Her sister had always been pretty protective of the property. She still tries to stop the gangs when they start to damage the estate.

Hell, that hellcat sometimes even wins.

Plus, Nabiki understood perfectly the reason Akane didn't like men too much either.

'But that never stopped her from doing what was necessary.' Nabiki thought with little bitterness hidden.

But all Akane really has to do is get through a few more years doing what she is doing, then all will be well.

Nabiki said this to herself often.

Colleges want Nabiki kind of how a dog wants meat… after three days of starvation.

Then she could get a good job. Then she can buy their freedom… again.

She looked around the front yard and continued her search. Her shoes kept sticking in the mud. Of course this only added to her already … peachy mood.

Her thoughts went back to Ranma. She already knew he was trouble. The kind of trouble that probably looked great naked… but also the kind that could potentially get them all killed.

'Why can't people just stay the fuck away?' Nabiki gave the sky a look of disgust before rounding the corner of the house and finally pinpointing Ranma.

Coincidentally exactly where she hoped he wouldn't be. His eyes were glassy and staring through one of the windows of the towering dojo.

"Shit! Bloody fucking hell Ranma Saotome! Can't you just stay where you are supposed to?"

Honestly she wasn't even surprised when he didn't look away from the glass.

Akane kind of had that effect on people.

Kasumi locked the door to her room and landed on her bed with the gracefulness of an angel.

She had never really gotten over being sold. She was bet away like cash by her own mother.

It sort of messed her head up a little.

Her eyes were insane as she tackled a pillow on her bed before stuffing the corner down her throat- gagging herself. Her tears had always been louder than her dads.

Sometimes she would tell people that she cried acid. They would look her in the eye, and after seeing that much pain reflecting back… they would often times believe her.

Within her hearts of hearts there were always thoughts of being free from this place.

She started to choke herself with the blanket she was hiding under.

Sometimes she needed to feel the pain to believe she was really here in her home… and not in the hell that was promised to her if her family hadn't been able to pay in their debt in time.

The last image that rolled across her vision was her prince on a white horse- her knight and savior. "Tofu..."

"So what do you want me to do Tendo?" Genma's voice was as none had ever heard before.

It was full of a selfless kind of grief.

"I think that decision is up to you, old friend. I don't know how to deal with the fiancé thing. Ranma doesn't need to be in a place like this and we can't afford to deal with anymore baggage that doesn't pay for itself."

It was also this selfless kind of grief that was going to take of Genma… if only for a little while.

"Would you like my son to marry one of your daughters?"

Soun hesitated. "Yes. But I don't think…"

He was interrupted. "Alright then old friend, then he will. The schools will be united at last!" Genma was so pleased to see a smile crack across his best friend's features.

Soun spoke first, "Well I think that he should get to choose. So, in a few days we will have a meeting. Akane has a day off from work then so we can have one then."

Genma stopped. "Akane? Isn't she seventeen? What kind of job could a girl of seventeen possibly have that could make enough money to save the family?"

Soun started to cry again.

Genma figured it out.

The music enslaved her.

It had always had that power over her, since she could remember.

As a girl it had pleased her.

As a woman it enraptures her.

Flipping across the dojo was a young girl performing a very rapid paced kata.

'One two three four. Two two three four. Three two three four…'

Her thoughts were always simple when training.

These simple numbers force her to continue and push her to excel in the few things she had left. Simply put, as long as she doesn't slow in her counting, her body doesn't slow in her movements.

Akane Tendo…is a high school dropout.

Her eyes glinted menacingly at a practice dummy that was left unused on the other side of the dojo. She walked towards it and unleashed a vicious set of punches and kicks at the immobile target.

She hated giving up and leaving her school. It was probably the hardest decision she had ever made.

Choosing her job wasn't that big of a deal, it made the money required. That was all that was important.

Every day Akane uses two things to motivate her into her grueling martial arts sessions, training for her job and protecting her self from it… mainly the latter.

Finally taking a break Akane took another look around her before slamming down a water bottle and thumping her tall body to the floor.

The dojo was as clean as a place like this can get. Kasumi did the best she could with the material provided.

The floors were clean but dirty.

The walls were broken but fixed.

The ceiling was patched but leaked.

Isn't the world ironic?

Her head turned towards the far corner where her rusty weights and old concrete blocks rested. She could only use the weights once a week. Her muscles weren't allowed to get bigger- only leaner.

She could no longer smash concrete to relieve stress – she might bruise.

Everything she did was restricted. She gave everything to her job and to her family.

Akane looked at herself in the giant broken mirror on the far side of the dojo. She didn't recognize the girl anymore.

She remembered herself wearing bright yellow pajamas and smashing everything and anything that pissed her off… she sometimes ached to be that same girl.

The stranger in the mirror wore a black leather micro skirt that was tighter than sin.

Her shirt was nothing more than a short thin white tank top.

Her eyes dimmed when she reached her face... no, the stranger's face. She was smothered in make-up.

She didn't even look like the same girl anymore.

Her lips were dark red and her eyes were lit with silver and black- slight rouge tipping her cheeks.

Her hair was once thick and short. It was wavy and unmanageable. Now it rests in a high ponytail, perfectly straight. She flicked her dark red tips behind her head. The American fan boys liked straight Asian hair.

Akane watched her reflection stand and walk towards her.

She reached out and slid her hand on the cold glass.

Nabiki had once taught her that adaptation was the secret key to survival.

So, Akane adapted to her situation. She walked towards her radio and flicked on the burned CD she borrowed from the club.

The song started to play and like always the bass and other low tones consumed her body.

Her eyes lit the room on fire.

Her long, dark arms lifted and trailed down each other in a perfected sensual rhythm with the music.

They would rise to the areas around her breasts before locking high above her head, which, if she were at her job, would always attract a cat call.

It exposed her full height and built, and Akane had one hell of a body.

It was then that Akane started to train along with the music. She found out long ago that combining her dance with martial arts was the best way to save time.

She could become a better fighter and work on making better tips, all at the same time.

Ranma Saotome found himself lured by the Siren's song.

The girl in that room's movements screamed sex.

He had never even had a real interest in the opposite sex… until now.

She was erotic in her movements with the music. His breath hitched when her hands came dangerously close to her breasts… which were beginning to peak out from under her really, really short shirt.

He had to admit. This was a definite highlight of his un-highlightable day.

It was then that the girl in room had begun combining what she was doing before with something… really familiar.

"No freaking way…" he breathed. She was still dancing… but there was something more.

Kicks and flips were mixed with a liquid flow of her form that radiated a sexual pulse. She began picking the pace up and adding snazzier moves to the assortment.

The way she gracefully arched into the air with her body and snapped down with vicious authority…

Or the way she did back hand springs and landed into a fighting form he learned from his dad.

Then there was also the way she could complete katas he knew most martial artists had never seen.

This girl… this girl fought with his school of martial arts… but modified. But, he kicked himself, there was absolutely no way a girl could have been taught Anything Goes.

Dad had always taught him that they weren't good enough for stuff like that.

So right then and there Ranma chalked that one up to coincidence. A very sexy coincidence.

It was then that Ranma stepped on a twig.

The music demanded that she continue but the clock had other plans. It was time to go to work.

Turning off her stereo Akane began picking up her stuff and shoving it into a bag with 'Spitfire' written on the side in a fire-type font.

Her head whirled towards the door; something made a noise from outside. A presence was felt from the window.

Her body reacted before she really understood what was going on.

She ran to the door and flung it open to find... absolutely nothing. 'Someone was definitely here! Weird... '

Shivering and cussing Akane glanced at her watch and realized it was time to go.

She grabbed her shimmer pink coat from the floor and slipped on some tennis shoes.

Running and bounding over the fence and the broken wall, Akane pulled her key out of her pocket and hopped on a beat up yellow motorcycle.

It was her most prized possession.

It was her only mode of transportation. It was ugly as sin, but it got the job done.

Puttering and echoing into the distance, the driver unaware that a pair of vivid blue eyes had watched her disappear into the sunset.

Chapter Two

Complete

R & R

Seeya –

Lady Mokodane