Let us see how a drunk Lady Mokodane does on a chapter, shall we?
Chapter 6
Obsessions
His morning alarm had been an ice cold cup of water.
"Ahh! Shit that's cold! What the hell?"
"Wake up freeloader. You have school." It had been Nabiki's way of being helpful in the morning. "You know Ranma, every time I see you I forget how gorgeous you look as a girl."
A completely awake Ranma finally noticed that Nabiki was straddling her now-female hips. Ranma barely had the foresight to stop the larger girl from grabbing her breasts.
"What the hell?" Ranma's cheeks turned red as her hair when Nabiki only leaned closer to the redhead'sface. "What are you doing?"
Nabiki let a feral laugh bounce around the room. "You know, I didn't think you would recognize foreplay."
Genma rolled over and continued to sleep.
It wasn't often when Ranma found nothing to say. His embarrassment completely fogged his mind as he began to rationalize that it was much too early in the morning for it to get any worse.
Nabiki began to grind her hips slowly into Ranma's.
'Well damn.'
The early morning sensations didn't go unnoticed and this added to the extreme accumulation of Ranma's panic. He could not make noise in the off chance that someone actually came to his rescue.
There was simply no easy way to explain the girl on girl action going on to anyone. So Ranma decided to gather his balls and try and solve this problem on his own.
He needed to act tough and calm and collected. Nabiki was just here to mess with his head. He needed to prove counterproductive.
"So, uh, Nabiki," his female voice squeaked, "can I help you with something or are you just going to continue to make a fool of yourself?"
Nabiki smiled her prettiest smile at Ranma… even as her school uniform rode higher on her hips as she ground them against the redhead.
The absolute rhythm of it was getting to him. The motion she was making was almost painful... in a good way. Ranma assumed that the only thing between Nabiki and him was a thin pair of boxers and the underwear he desperately hoped she was wearing.
"You know Ranma… I think you have taken a sudden interest in my sister," Nabiki's fingers began playing with the top of her boxers that were now a few sizes too big.She leaned her dull green eyes towards Ranma's bright blue. "I want you to understand that that's a very very naughty thing to do."
Her words were breathed into Ranma's neck and sent goose bumps up and down the younger girl's body. The heat of the room caused sweat to bead and roll offof the thighs ofboth girls.
He was barely able to get the words out, "I don't know what you," Ranma had to throw her head to the side to finish the sentence, "are talking about. But why is it ... you know?" The last word was impossible for him to let slip from his now-female mouth.
Nabiki's tongue swept across Ranma's neck and settled on a soft spot behind her ear. The entire time she had never quit grinding her hips into hers and her nimble fingers never left the sensitive skin just under her elastic boxers. Ranma held in a moan as soft fire began to build within her belly.
"Why is it what? Sorry, little girl, what did you mean to say?" Nabiki enunciated her request with a vicious tug at the smaller girl's bright red pigtail.
At the same time Nabiki shifted her weight to her forearms on either side of Ranma's head. With a devil's glint in her eye herhips moved in just the right way so that when sheslid hercrotchdown the smaller girl's leg, it was painfully obvious that Nabiki wasn't wearing any underwear.
The realization sent an electric pulse through the pigtailed girl as she threw her head back against the pillow. Ranma may be a girl half of the time, but he thinks like a guy all the time.
"Answer me, what did you mean to say?" Nabiki barked the question like an order as she pulled the younger girl's pigtail again.
"…mm... naughty." The barely audible word bubbled forth with a guttural moan that neither thought capable from the young martial artist.
Nabiki smirked and rose from her position straddling Ranma. The redhead watched with hazed vision as Nabiki reached under her skirt with her fingers and removed them with a smile.
She held up her hand for him to see, "Look Ranchan, sticky fingers!" Her long tongue licked her hand clean, all the while never breaking eye contact withblushing Ranma.
In a single instant the sexually aggressivegirl from before transformed back into the business hound Ranma had first met. Her steely green eyes coldly glared at him from across the room by the door.
"Look Saotome, this is the only free advice I am ever going to give you. If you can't handle what I did, you surely can't handle my sister. She can make what just happened to you look like holding hands."
Truthfully Ranma didn't understand but he nodded anyway, if only to get her out of the room.
"Your dad is having a meeting soon for you to either stay and get married or leave. If you want, you can stay here as long as that fat bastard does… but you will be paying rent. There is no other option."
She brushed her skirt down and flipped her hair in an effort to fix any remnants of the last few minutes. She then turned on her heel, but hesitated near the door. "You might want to go take a shower, you smell like horny rotten fish. I leave in twenty and you should too, if you want to be on time."
Genma rolled over in his sleep and started to snore.
Nabiki left for school without Ranma ten minutes later. So she lied, big deal.
She needed to register the boy/girl in time for her to make it back to the front of the school to greet him.
She had big plans for Ranma concerning one of the richest boys she knew.
She had "accidentally" spilled the news to him that this new "vile sorcerer" was living under the same roof as his beloved "fallen angel."
He was absolutely livid.
With a girly twirl of her skirt Nabiki giggled in anticipation. She planned on milking the hapless virgin Ranma until there was nothing left to use.
Then hopefully he will leave before matters become any more complicated. She hadn't even had the chance to talk to Akane things yet.
Who was Nabiki kidding, she knew her baby sister better than anyone. The girl was probably fighting some catastrophic inner battle with herself right now, not knowing if she should make the mistake of letting the naive but oh-so-cute Ranma in on her secret…
It was delicious.
Ranma soured on the skyline towards Furinkan. Kasumi had drawn him a map, but her hands were shaking so bad that he hadn't even been able to read it.
He leapt from the last roof on the block just as the school appeared around the corner. The school's massive clock alerted him that he was actually a little early.
He decided that he didn't want to look like an ass on his first day, despite Nabiki's obvious attempts to spoil that dream. Ranma shook his head, he decided to go ahead and block that memory out of his thoughts.
Once his mind was clear, he realized something.
Everyone was staring at him. He couldn't even count the eyes around the school that watched him with such interest. It made him a little nervous to have an entire student body watching his every move.
On the other hand he was a Saotome so without thinking he shot off his best smile and waved. "Hey everybody, the name's Ranma Saotome and I am Heir to the Anything Goes School of Martial Arts."
Hundreds of voices echoed around the campus in a whirr of noise.
Ranma had only been to a few public schools so he thought this behavior was common for all good looking new recruits. So, feeling more at ease he decided to show off his skills for the growing crowd around him.
He did some complicated and flashy martial arts moves, just enough to impress everyone and give them a show.
He couldn't have known it but that was exactly what Nabiki was hoping he would do.
Ranma finished his last maneuver and people started approaching him and being friendly. A small part of him noticed that they were probably just curious but he didn't care. Being stuffed in the Tendo drama house was getting to him.
"Hey, Ranma is it? That was pretty cool. The name is Hiroshi and my friend here is Daisuke." Ranma shook their hands and began to play with his pigtail as a group of girls made them selves known.
"That was awesome Ranma! You will make a fantastic addition to our athletic department. You can call me Sayuri and my best friend is named Yuka. I can't believe you got class postponed for thirty whole minutes!"
He was about to have the good decency to blush but a terrible feeling settled in the bottom of his stomach. "What do you mean postponed?"
It was the shorthaired Yuka that stepped in, "Gee Ranma, the principal postponed class for thirty minutes claiming that some new student needed "proper" welcome. We all thought you had some big ego and wanted to make an entrance. Guess we were only half right…" Sayuri elbowed her in the gut but Ranma was already searching the crowd for a familiar face.
There Nabiki was, looking down on him from a class room. The way she waved at him made him more than a little sick.
It was when she blew him a kiss that he knew he was in for it.
Instantly the group of students that had gathered around him grew quiet. His sensitive ears picked up the sound of soft footsteps approaching from behind.
"Who do you think you are, vile cur? Do you not know that you have been summoned for a duel?" Ranma had to turn slowly to believe what he heard.
A boy in traditional Kendo garb stood with an unusually sharp wooden sword pointed at Ranma's throat.
The shift in his mood was instantaneous.
"Get that toy away from me before I make you eat it." Ranma bit out the words in such a way the wind's temperature dropped degrees as it swam over the gathering students.
The sword was not lowered from his throat, "Is it not customary to give thy own name first in such a situation?"
"My name is Ranm-" the sword inched closer to his jugular, cutting him off.
Ranma got pissed quick.
"Fine, follow true to your distasteful manners. My name is Tatewaki Kuno. I am the Blue Thunder of Furinkan." Somewhere in that statement the pigtailed boy had disappeared completely from Kuno's vision.
He had always hated swords, even wooden ones.
His voice came from his new vantage point as he was standing on the tip of Kuno's bokken.
"My name is Ranma Saotome and I am heir to the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts. Is there something I can help you with or are you just going to annoy the shit out of me?"
As if pounding his point home he leapt high into the air, winked at Nabiki, and then kicked Kuno's sword out of his hands and into a nearby water fountain.
"Don't make me hurt you Kuno, I would hate to make a bad first impression on all the students."
He was sure he heard Sayuri say, "We don't mind, make him bleed Ranma!"
Kuno ignored the crowd and laughed as a servant handed him another sword from the crowd.
"Hurt me? Ranma I doth protest that it is you that is in danger. I am not pleased that you live with my most beautiful lover."
Ranma laughed. "You have a thing for old hag Nabs? You can have her.That succubus scares the hell out of me."
He may have imagined it, but he would later swear to hearing her grind her teeth at his comment.
Kuno scoffed before laughing into the back of his hand. "Like someone of my class would ever fall for that money draining bitch. I am talking about the beautiful flower of the Tendo home."
Ranma got confused, "Isn't Kasumi a little too old for you?"
"It's not Kasumi either you nitwit!"
Ranma was still perfectly lost, "You can't possibly mean Akane? That is the funniest thing I have ever heard!" With Ranma's unbidden laughter it wasn't long before the hundreds of other students and teachers joined him, "Like she would ever... with a guy like you!" Tears started falling down the pigtailed boy's cheeks.
The laughter was a roar in the back of Kuno's mind as he attacked the newest student of Furinkan.
It is true that Ranma's mouth was all smiles, but it was his icy cold arctic eyes that were the true feelings of the Saotome boy. He was actually pissed as hell and let loose quite a bit more than he meant to on the kendoist.
Nabiki made entirely too much money that day.
It had definitely been worth it to call in that favor from the substitute principal to postpone classes.
Ranma yawned on his way home. Sure, the beginning of the day had been exciting, but his adrenaline was wearing thin and he ached for hot tea and a nap.
School was a complete waste of time for a martial artist, plus, it was boring as hell.
He only had a little over a year until he graduated, but that many days following this one did nothing for his hopes.
He needed money.
He needed a job.
He needed to hunt Nabiki down and kill her.
He entered the gates of his temporary home and heard the soft music coming from the dojo. It was an instant indicator of Akane's presence.
This was perfect.
He definitely had some questions for her.
Chapter 6
Complete
Jesus it is hot in Texas.
Alright, I need to clear two things up.
1. Ranma is cussing awquardly now because he never really has before. Sure he can use shit and damn and goddamn it... but not really the f word. Especially the mother effer word. So it will be... different until he figures it out.
2. I know my words are jumbling together, it is this stupid editor that this site has. I fix them when I see them, but I usually miss quite a few. Every single time you see two words ran together like that, that means I altered that sentence in the editor. So look at it as proof positive that I am working hard for you.
I love all of you and appreciate the kind words. If you see misspelled words, tell me where they are! I will always go and fix them if it is pointed out ... but I can't always find them. I can't spell for nothing so I may think a word is correct! See how dumb I am?
What did yall (I am from Texas) think of old Nabs in this chapter?
Anywho, see ya!