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Sorry, but it's the fifth time I've had to say it.
And before I forget...
THIS CHAPTER IS ONE OF THE REASONS THAT I RATED THIS FANFIC AS "R" FOR SCENES INVOLVING RANMA. IF YOU ARE NOT OLD ENOUGH TO READ SUCH CONTENT, BACK OFF AND GO SOMEWHERE ELSE. THE REST OF YOU, ENJOY, YA BUNCH OF HENTAI'S. LORD MALLET WILL VISIT YOU SOON.
"Your time has come, oyaji. If I don't kill you, Mom will."
Genma Saotome knew, with a horrible certainty, that he was living the last moments of his life, and that the last thing he was ever going to see was either the flash of his wife's blade or the crushing fists of his son. Ranma's foot connected with his back, and set him flying across the room, his spine screaming in agony from the blow.
Genma tied to jump to his feet, ignoring the agony in his back, and found he couldn't do anything more than get up on all fours. Sharp steel touched the back of his neck.
"Ranma Saotome, don't do this! Don't become a killer, control yourself!" Genma heard Cologne's attempt at stopping Ranma, but her cries did nothing to slow the pig-tailed martial artists' advance on his father. There was a scampering sound as Soun Tendo rushed to his room to leave his friend to his fate.
Genma turned his head as best he could, trying to look at his wife. "No-chan, please..."
"I'm not going to kill you, husband." A small sense of relief flooded the elder Saotome. "I'm going to hold you right where you are, and I shall allow our son to beat you to death with his hands, as fits what you did to him. I asked him how you trained him all those years, and he told me everything. Now, the martial artist you created out of him will be what kills you." Nodoka's eyes were as cold as ice. "It will not be painless."
Genma appeared to be going into shock.
"Oyaji..." Ranma pressed his foot onto the back of the blade resting on his father's head.
"Ranma, come to your senses! You can't kill him!" Even Nabiki tried to reason with him, but Ranma's foot pressed a little harder.
"Nobody touch him! If you do, his rage will turn on you!" Cologne warned the rest of the group.
Genma leaned forward until his face was pressed against the wall, and still he felt his son's foot pushing the sword into the back of his neck. "I'm going to pinch your head off with Mom's blade. I'm going to push just hard enough, until it squeezes through your fat neck, and your head pops off like a cork."
Nodoka leaned forward to look at her husband's face. "Genma."
No response. "Genma!"
Silence. "GENMA!!"
"Ok, son, I think he's had enough."
"Nani?"
"I think he's gone into shock. He looks like a porcelain statue, completely frozen."
"HA!" laughed Ranma. "That'll teach him for all those years on the road!" No longer able to help himself, Ranma collapsed to the ground, laughing so hard that tears fell from beneath the blindfold covering his eyes.
"I hope I didn't scare anyone when I came through the door."
"You had me for a minute," grumbled Akane.
"Not me. I saw what you were doing the second I saw the blindfold." Nabiki was still grinning as she stared at Ranma's still-frozen father plastered against the wall. He hadn't so much as twitched in ten minutes.
"Nor me, boy." Cologne's voice held a slight edge to it. "I knew the moment you started speaking. If you had really been looking at him, you would have just started taking him apart without bothering to tell him first. If you were surrounded by strangers, I might be fine with this, but it does concern me that you are surrounded by people who will set you off if you should happen to come into contact with them. One way or another, everyone here is someone who is close to you, be it by love or hate, or something like it."
"Yeah, well, as long nobody touches me, I should be fine. I don't think anyone's going to pick a fight right now, ne? And thanks for playing along when you realized I wasn't really attacking my old man."
"No problem, Ranma. He did have it coming." Nabiki was poking at Genma with a stick. Soun was still hiding. "What're you going to do with him when he wakes up?"
"Turn him over to mom. I really did tell her everything, not like I really had a choice. She does want to have a serious talk with him, alone I think." Nodoka was in the kitchen, drinking tea, and trying to calm herself down to deal with Genma when he regained consciousness.
"Speaking of talking, weren't you giving us all the silent treatment?" Nabiki asked.
"Yeah, well, no point to that right now, is there? All you'd have to do is ask me something, and I'd be forced to tell ya."
"Seems you are capable of rational thought after all."
"Hey!" Ranma crossed his arms. "Do I smell some tea?" he asked, trying to change the subject.
"Kasumi made some fresh while Cologne was telling us about the potion." Akane said. A slight squeak brought her attention around to her eldest sister, who was slowly turning red again. "Sorry, Kasumi, I didn't mean to embarrass you."
"Can I have some?"
"O-of course, Ranma-kun." Kasumi seemed to be trying to avoid thinking about the pages she had seen earlier.
There was a pause, then "Well, can someone tell me where it is, or something?!"
Nabiki groaned, then picked up a fresh cup and held it out. "Here, Ranma, quit complaining."
"Here, where?"
"I'm holding it right in front of you!"
"Er, thanks." Ranma reached forward, trying to find the cup. It was shoved into his hands, and for a second, Nabiki's fingers touched Ranma's.
Ranma seemed to jump three feet in the air, which was amazing since he was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and knocked the teacup onto the table.
"Are you ok?" Akane asked.
"What happened?" asked Mousse.
"Fine, I just saw s-something when Nabiki touched me, I'm fine!"
"It must be a side-effect of the potion." Cologne said. "Will you tell me what you saw?"
"No, don't wanna!" Ranma blushed from his neck to the roots of his hair.
Oh-ho! chuckled Cologne mentally. He must be seeing what the potion is compelling him toward!
"What did you see when Nabiki touched you, Ranma-kun?" Kasumi's voice, disturbingly, was filled only with concern, apparently clueless as to what could be going on in Ranma's mind.
Burning an even redder color, Ranma tried to stop his mouth from running, but couldn't. He tried to get away with the bare minimum. "The furo."
"You saw the furo?"
Kasumi, please stop! "...yes"
"What about it?"
Ranma fought it, trying not to speak, but again, he was betrayed by his own body. "IsawNabikiandmeinthefuro-"
"Could you say that slower, Ranma-kun? I couldn't understand a word you were saying."
"I saw Nabiki and me in the furo naked and she was on top of me and she was-"
"HENTAI!!" screamed Akane, and knocked him across the room, courtesy of mallet-sama.
"Calm yourself, Akane Tendo!" snapped Cologne. "This is not Ranma's fault, the potion is making him see these things! He has no choice in the matter!" This must be what happens when he comes into contact with someone for just a moment. His mind must flash something to get him to try to get him to follow along with it.
"Sorry, Ranma." Akane said as she glared at Ranma, apparently not completely believing it. She still held her mallet.
Ranma sat up. "It's alright, barely felt it!" He either missed the sound of Akane grinding her teeth or was ignoring it.
Well, now, that was interesting! thought Nabiki. Akane apologized, even if she managed to make it sound like a death threat! I wonder why... At least I know that I'm not on the hate-list either... "Well then, Ranma, what do you think of me?"
Ranma's mouth popped open. "You can be nice when you want, but mostly you're colder than a winter breeze."
"WHAT?!" Nabiki exploded. Akane grinned.
"As frozen as a popsicle at the North Pole."
"EXCUSE ME?!"
"You are excused, Ice Queen of Furinkan High."
"Ranma..." Nabiki snarled. Shampoo was trying to hold back laughter, still in chains from the ceiling.
"I can't help it, you asked!" Apparently Saotome foot-in-mouth disease worked even under Amazon truth potions.
Akane was giggling into Kasumi's shoulder. Nabiki glared at her. Laughing at me, little sister?
Calming herself, Nabiki looked over at Ranma. "So, Ranma, I noticed you went out into the dojo last night."
Akane froze. Uh-oh...
"What did you do while you were out there?"
"I trained a little." What does she know?!
"Uh-huh... and after Akane went out to see you?"
Ranma knew everyone was looking at him now. He could feel it. "S-she had some questions for me."
"And then...?"
"I, um, I answered them?"
"Is that ALL you did?"
"No," Ranma squeaked, trying to keep from saying too much.
"What all did you to out there with Akane?"
No way out! No way out! NO WAY OUT! Straining against it, Ranma's mouth opened again. "Akane and I-"
"SHUT UP!!" shrieked Akane, and brought the mallet down on Ranma's head. Her face was flushed, and Nabiki got the impression it wasn't from trying to swing her mallet so hard.
"How very interesting. Why are you blushing, Akane?"
"N-none of your business." Akane sat down and avoided looking at Ranma or Nabiki.
Or anyone, really.
"That was fun. Here, Ranma, I'm holding out your tea. Please try to avoid touching me this time..."
"Thanks, Nabiki." Ranma was so jumpy, he didn't stop to wonder why she was suddenly so nice.
"A little to the left, now up. There ya go," Nabiki said as Ranma's hand closed around the teacup. Now for a little test... Nabiki's reached across the table, and grabbed Ranma's other arm. Ranma froze for just a second at the contact, then dropped his tea as his hand shot across the table, and grabbed Nabiki by her shirt.
"What mercenary girl doing?!"
"Ranma, Nabiki!" Akane was shocked by Nabiki deliberately grabbing Ranma, then his surprise return. She wasn't sure if he was going to his her or something else until he pulled her across the table and kissed her. Not kissed her, but kissed her, forcing her mouth open and sliding his tongue across hers. Before anyone could react, Ranma froze again. He seemed to be locked right where he was, then he flung Nabiki across the room, sending her into the hallway. He was gasping for breath.
Nabiki's voice came from the hall. "I'd give you a ten, but you're dismount needs some work. Eight points for the kiss."
"You did that just to see how good I was at kissing?!"
"Mercenary girl crazy!"
Nabiki chuckled. "I am curious about one thing though, Ranma. I thought you had no control over this, but you seemed to find a way to stop."
It wasn't a question, so Ranma ignored her.
Cologne laughed. "It seems, Nabiki Tendo, that he doesn't know whether to like you or hate you, so he did both!" She laughed to herself a bit more as everyone else remained quiet. There was silence for several minutes, until Ranma spoke up.
"You know, today's been alright, so far."
He got that feeling that everyone was staring at him again.
"Pray tell, Saotome, what does that mean?" asked Mousse. "You've been drugged by a potion that could cause you to kill or sleep with everyone close to you, you've been bludgeoned about the head by your fiancée-"
"Hey!" said Akane.
"-almost took Nabiki by force just because she wanted see how good a kisser you are, been locked in the dojo for hours, and thus far, the only way we know to 'cure' you is for you to kill us until you drop, or u-u..." He seemed to have trouble saying it. "U-use one of the girls until you're exhausted. Sorry girls, I didn't mean to put it so crudely."
"Maybe so, Mousse, but here's how I see it. I've been completely honest with my mom about anything she wanted to know, and I still have my head attached, Kodachi hasn't shown up, Kuno hasn't shown up, Happosai hasn't been seen for weeks, Shampoo's behaving herself-"
From the ceiling, Shampoo grumbled so only she could hear, "Only because Shampoo hang from ceiling."
"-and I got a bit of revenge on pop, and Ryoga's nowhere to be found!"
"You do have a point, Ranma."
"Yeah," said Akane. "Makes you wonder where they all are."
In another dimension which we poor mortals know almost nothing about, the God of Chaos and his entire staff was having fits trying to keep everyone away from the Tendo household. Some chaos was good, but ever since he woke up this morning, the Avatar of Chaos' adversaries seemed hell-bent on visiting. And the amounts of mayhem all of them showing up at once would bring was too much, and would attract far too much attention. It was taking the combined effort of the Chaos God and everyone who worked for him's effort to keep them away.
"Report!"
"Sir! Tatewaki Kuno is out for the day!"
"Good! How?"
"We had his sister try to feed him to the pet she keeps in the moat! His injuries will keep him down for the day!"
"Good! Continue."
"Kodachi Kuno has been hospitalized! She will be in traction for at least two weeks!" said a different voice.
"Most excellent! How?"
"We struck her with lightening while she was roof-hopping towards the Tendo's!"
"One shot of lightening took her down?"
"Twelve, sir!"
"Twelve?"
"We had her scheduled for twelve near misses over the course of a week, from when she tried to feed arsenic to Ranma's cursed form four months ago. We compiled them into one minute, once every five seconds, and upped them from near-misses to direct hits. We accomplished business while dealing with this morning's crisis, sir!"
"Excellent idea! Continue!"
"Principal Kuno has been infected with the idea that leaving the school grounds would cause them to collapse without his presence!"
"Good, very good! In fact, never take that idea away!"
"We're having trouble locking on Happosai!"
"Never mind that, I took care of him personally. He snuck on board a space shuttle right before launch thinking with the illusion that there were girls inside who wanted to give him their underwear. He is currently orbiting the earth, in an unmanned re-supply vessel, and will not dock with anything for a month. Think it'll kill him?"
Chuckles rang around. It was hard to imagine anything that could kill the old lecher.
"Anything happen while I was taking care of Happosai?"
"A minor incident, sir! Nabiki Tendo deliberately held onto your Avatar's bare arm!"
"You call that minor?!"
"Minor, sir, in that he kissed her, but then threw her into the hall! He likes her enough to kiss her, but hates her enough to throw her around!"
The Chaos God relaxed a little. "And the final piece?"
Tension rose in what looked like a perfectly normal office room. Perfectly normal, except it's inhabitants were all Chaos Gods of low power (and in one case, extremely high power) and were not wearing suits made not out of cloth, but light. All the suits were white with silver ties, except one, which was gold, with a red tie.
"We, er, can't find him, sir!"
"WHAT?! CAN'T FIND HIM? CAN'T YOU AT LEAST DETECT HIM?!"
"No sir! Not a trace! It's like he's gone from the planet, sir!"
"Find him, find him, no matter what it takes, find that-"
"NOW WHERE AM I?!" came from out in the hall.
All turned as one, then rushed the door. It was ripped from it's hinges, and everyone shoved their way into the hall. They all stared the figure walking away from them, with dark hair, and a bandana around his head. The Chaos God pointed at him. "THERE HE IS, GET HIM!!"
Ryoga turned to find many seven-foot tall people with glowing blue eyes and suits that were far too shiny to be considered wearable running at him, and they all looked angry. "STOP HIM BEFORE HE GETS AWAY!!" said the meanest-looking one. Something about him reminded Ryoga of Ranma. He ran. Bolts of lightening crashed around him, explosions detonated, and potted plants and office furniture all flew at him.
"RANMA SAOTOME!! SOMEHOW I KNOW THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!" he screamed.
"SHUT UP AND STOP RUNNING!!"
"Bakusai Tenketsu!" Ryoga drilled his way through a wall, and froze. He seemed to have found a changing room, where two very beautiful six-foot tall women in blazing bright underwear, one with glowing purple eyes, and the other with glowing orange eyes were staring at him as they opened their lockers. The Goddess of Direction nudged the Goddess of Mystical Travel as Ryoga's nose began to bleed.
"Hey, isn't that the boy we accidentally sneezed on as a baby?"
"Er..." the other said. "Could be."
"STOP HIM QUICK!!"
"Gomen nasai!" Ryoga stammered, and began running further down the hall.
"Hmm?" Both goddesses looked at each other in confusion, before a bright flash stole their attention. A minor Chaos God stood in the hole, pocketing his camera.
"Thanks!" he ran after Ryoga.
"GET BACK HERE WITH THAT!"
"I'LL SKIN YOU IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME THAT CAMERA!!"
"HOLD STILL BOY!!"
"IT'S MY CAMERA AND I'M KEEPING IT!!"
"STOP RUNNING!! WE ONLY NEED YOU FOR A LITTLE WHILE!! JUST A FEW DAYS!!"
"CAMERA OR DIE!!"
"NOT A CHANCE!! LET ME DEVELOP IT FIRST!!"
"RANMA!! THIS HELL MUST BE ALL YOUR FAULT!!"
Ranma sneezed. "Don't know where they are, and I don't care. Especially Kodachi and Tatewaki."
"You're right, Ranma. When you look at it that way, any day without the Kuno's is good."
Nabiki smirked. She felt like whatever had been holding her back had stopped paying attention again.
"So Saotome, did you like the kiss?"
Ranma tried to find a way around this one, but he was betrayed before his mind could finish. "Yes."
"What?!" snapped Akane.
"I liked kissing her." Ahh!! Digging my grave!
"Baka!!" Akane brought her mallet down on Ranma's head again, sending it and the mallet through the floor.
Nabiki was having too much fun with this. "So Ranma, what did you and Akane do out in the dojo?"
Akane jumped, and prepared to silence Ranma by any means, when she noticed that Ranma was still silent, and was also still in the floor.
"Ranma, answer."
Ranma didn't move.
Nabiki sighed. And this was becoming so much fun... "Nice going, Akane, you managed to knock him out."
"I-I didn't mean to..."
"Oh, my..."
"Someone needs to check him to make sure he's not hurt," said Cologne.
Silence prevailed.
"You do it, Akane, you're the one who knocked him out."
"You do it, Nabiki, you're the one who was questioning him!"
"I don't care who does it, as long as you two figure it out soon!"
Akane and Nabiki turned on Cologne. "You do it," they both said.
"Not a chance! I'm not getting killed because over a mess you two created!"
"Shampoo volunteer check on Airen!"
"NO!" shouted Cologne and Mousse.
"Ranma looks like he'll be fine. He might wake up in a couple of minutes. Do you think he'll want some more tea then?"
Every head in the room turned towards the voice, which seemed to be coming from Ranma's direction.
Akane practically blew up. To her, this just kept getting worse and worse. Between finding out Ranma was visiting her mom in the morning, his complete personality change (to her) last night, the kiss, and now everything that had happened this morning, it was a wonder she didn't simply explode like a thermonuclear warhead. "KASUMI, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
"Checking on Ranma-kun, of course."
"WHAT IF HE WAKES UP?!"
"Don't worry so, Akane. If Ranma starts waking up, I'll just pull the blindfold back down, ok?"
By now, Cologne and Mousse were pulling at Akane's arms, trying to prevent her from rushing over to Kasumi and yanking her off of Ranma, despite her intentions to just check on his health. Nabiki was just watching the whole scene with interest, and wishing she hadn't run out of film yesterday afternoon. She was kicking herself for putting off buying new film until after lunch today, thinking that nothing too interesting would be happening. Genma was still frozen against the wall, and Nodoka was still in the kitchen. Soun quite believed that the sounds he heard coming from outside of his room were the sounds of everyone else running and hiding from Ranma, and that the loud bangs and thumps were probably Ranma kicking his best friend's corpse around. Shampoo just wished someone would let her down.
"Calm down, Akane Tendo, please!" Mousse begged. "Ranma's unconscious, he can't do anything to anyone right now, can't you see that?"
"There now, see? Nothing's going to happen, Akane. I'll be done in just a moment," said Kasumi.
Akane stopped struggling against her captors. "Sorry, it's just..."
"I know. You don't want him doing something to your sister." Mousse smiled, then whispered, "Why do you think I agreed to tie up Shampoo?"
Akane relaxed, though Mousse and Cologne still lightly held each of her arms.
"Just... hurry, ok sis? I don't want to hurt you like I thought he was going to hurt his dad." She felt something trembling against her arms, and looked to her side. Cologne was pointedly looking at the ground, her face hidden.
"Is something wrong?"
Cologne looked up, and Akane realized that the Amazon elder was holding back laughter. "What are you laughing at? I'm serious!"
Cologne laughed. "Really, girl! You amaze me!"
"Huh?"
"You're afraid of Ranma beating your sister up? Weren't you paying any attention at all?"
"What do you mean?"
"Ranma's only going to try to kill people he hates, or just really dislikes. Do you think he doesn't like her?"
Akane thought for a second. "No, everybody likes Kasumi."
"There you go, he's not going to kill her."
"Then why are you laughing?"
Cologne looked at Mousse, who tightened his grip on Akane's arm. Before she could say anything, Shampoo beat her to it.
"Violent Akane Tendo no understand? Ranma no hate Kasumi Tendo, when Ranma wake up, he prove it, but not by attacking!"
"Make sense, or go cough up a hairball!"
"Ranma wake, see Kasumi Tendo, bed Kasumi Tendo!"
"RANMAAAAAAA!!" Akane screamed. "Don't you dare touch my sister!!"
For the hundredth time this morning, Nabiki wished she had some film. This would make her such a fortune, and it wouldn't have even needed doctoring. From this angle, it looked perfect. Mousse and Cologne restraining a furious Akane, and Kasumi bent over Ranma's body on the floor, hiding the fact that all she was doing was shining a light in Ranma's eyes. It looked like they were doing something, while clothed, entirely intimate.
"My kingdom for a camera," she sighed, looking at Ranma. Her eyed widened. Ranma's fingers were twitching. "Kasumi..."
Kasumi didn't hear her. It was hard to hear anything over Akane. Ranma's hand clenched into a fist, then relaxed.
"Kasumi..." Nabiki said louder. Akane's angry shouts drowned her out.
"Kasumi!!" Everyone froze, looking at Nabiki.
"What is it, Nabiki?"
"You might want to put Ranma's blindfold on, now, and back up. He's starting to move."
Kasumi turned back to Ranma, and started to reach for the blindfold. Just before her hands reached the strip of cloth around his head, Ranma's eyes snapped open, and focused on the thing nearest to him.
He looked at Kasumi.
[Akane]
"You might want to put Ranma's blindfold on, now, and back up. He's starting to move."
Kasumi!! Let him go before he wakes up, dammit!!
Akane watched, furious, as Ranma's eyes opened, and focused on her eldest sister.
NO!!
Her anger went through the roof as Ranma's hands shot towards Kasumi, his eyes still looking at her. Akane knew what was about to happen.
Ranma!! Die!!
[Ranma]
"What is it, Nabiki?" The words floated in on the edge of his hearing. What? It sounds kind of like... Is that Kasumi?
"You might want to put Ranma's blindfold on, now, and back up. He's starting to move."
My blindfold? What am I wearing a blindfold for?
Memory returned to him as he began to wake up. Oh, shit! Why's my blindfold off? I gotta get it back on before I hurt someone! He opened his eyes without thinking, his only intent being to get the blindfold on his forehead back where he needed it to be. His eyes found Kasumi first.
Kasumi...
Take her!!
Unable to resist, Ranma's hands reached up. For him, it was a normal speed, barely hurried. To everyone else, his hands looked like a blur.
[Kasumi]
"You might want to put Ranma's blindfold on, now, and back up. He's starting to move."
Oh, no! If Ranma sees me... There was a brief moment, which nobody saw, in which Kasumi thought of Ranma doing those things to her that she had seen in Cologne's book. The flush that the thought brought to her cheeks went unnoticed as well, as everyone was now looking at Ranma. A thought that had never occurred to Kasumi before went through her mind. That thought was simple.
What if...
As it stands, What if is a small sentence with staggering possibilities. It can control anything, from whether or not you have cereal, as in, What if I don't have any Lucky Charms™© to eat this morning? It can also control the fate if the world, as in, What if someone who knew what he would become as an adult, had killed Hitler as a child?
In Kasumi's case, it wasn't quite so dramatic as that, though for her, it was still a drastic change from normal.
What if I let Ranma look at me?
For Kasumi, time slowed to an absolute crawl as her thoughts played out. Everything happened to slow, it was almost like someone had slowed the world down just so she would have the time to allow her thoughts to play out.
Kasumi allowed herself to imagine Ranma kissing her, and then she allowed that thought, at the same time slightly resisting it, to go forward. She let her imagination picture Ranma's hands touching her, even in a way she had never done to herself. It was over her clothes, even in her mind, as Kasumi's change of thought still wouldn't allow her to go that far, but it was still something new to her. Another thought came to her. What if was followed, as it usually was, by what would?
What if I don't have any Lucky Charms™© to eat this morning?
What would I eat instead?
A change of one person's ten minute routine, for one morning.
What if someone who knew what he would become as an adult, had killed Hitler as a child?
What would the world be like now since World War II might not have happened?
A change for all of the world, for all time.
What if I let Ranma look at me?
What would it feel like when he touched me?
A change in Kasumi's world, for one moment.
Her hands had started to move forward, beginning their way to the blindfold. Not quite believing what she was doing, she slowed her movement, letting her hands take longer to get to Ranma. Once started, it is difficult to stop the train of thought that follows a What if?
It's not like anything too improper could happen. Elder Cologne is here, and so is Nabiki, Akane, and Mousse, and Aunt Nodoka is in the kitchen. They would stop Ranma before he did anything that involved less than what we're wearing right now. No one noticed her hands had slowed even more, and no one saw her face burn a little brighter than before. I'm not doing anything wrong, I'm just... curious, that's all. Her hands had reached the bottom of Ranma's face when his eyes opened. Kasumi didn't notice.
Would I like it? She failed to see Ranma's eyes focus on her.
I might enjoy it... no. No, I shouldn't. Ranma-kun is Akane's fiancée, I shouldn't let him. It's better if it doesn't happen. Her decision made, her hands began to move faster towards Ranma's blindfold, just in time for his hands, moving at the blinding speed only someone who has dedicated their life to martial arts can move at, to reach for her.
Ranma's hands snapped up so fast most in the room barely believed they had seen it at all. The next thing anyone knew, Kasumi was being pulled down towards the floor.
Straight at Ranma.
Akane saw her sister being brought down to Ranma, and their lips connect. She didn't notice her sister's eyes close, and her mouth open, as she was too busy struggling against Mousse and Cologne. They didn't notice either, too busy trying to restrain Akane. Nabiki couldn't see anything at all, her view was blocked by Kasumi's body. Shampoo missed it because she had been wriggling in her chains, trying to get free ever since she saw his eyes open. The sound of her chains rattling was noticed by no one, as Akane's inarticulate screaming drowned out everything.
Even Kasumi's quiet sounds of pleasure.
[Akane]
DAMN YOU, RANMA!! LET GO OF MY SISTER!! YOU SHOULDN'T BE TOUCHING HER!! YOU SURE AS HELL SHOULDN'T BE KISSING HER!! YOU SHOULDN'T BE KISSING OR TOUCHING ANYONE!! IF YOU'RE GOING TO DO THAT AT ALLIT'S GONNA BE ME!!
W-What? I... I didn't mean that! I don't want the hentai touching me, but... I... Damn you, Ranma, let her go!! That's my SISTER, don't you TOUCH HER!!
A tiny voice, somewhere in the back of her mind, whispered at her.
It shouldn't be her in his arms, it should be me.
N-no!! Stop thinking that!!
So jealous of her right now.
No, I'm NOT!!
What if that was me instead of Kasumi?
What if...? And a new What if was started, and a change was brought to Akane's entire world, as her mind started down a path it had never been down before.
What if that was me instead of Kasumi?
What would I do?
Would I pull back? Would I resist? Would I... like it? Unbidden, memories of the previous night in the dojo came back to her, reminding her that Ranma already had kissed her.
I liked it then, even if I was too in shock to think about it.
No, I... I didn't! I don't want him touching me! Right...?
Would I... kiss him? If he wasn't drugged like he is now, would he... kiss me back?
It takes a lot to stop a What if, but Akane saw something that brought it down like a train running into a mountain. One of Ranma's hands was tracing her sister's body, touching her.
DIE, RANMA SAOTOME!!!
Cologne and Mousse discovered that they were unable to hold her completely, as Akane began dragging them, inch by inch, across the floor. Akane felt entirely grateful towards her second-eldest sister, as Nabiki ran to the two on the floor, and pulled Ranma's blindfold down, then yanked Kasumi up off of Ranma.
Akane still pulled Mousse and Cologne forward, her need to throttle the pig-tailed martial artist never dimmed.
[Ranma]
Ranma's thoughts were on fire, and the only thing that the flames contained were Kasumi Tendo. His body burned for her the same way his mind burned under the pull of the potion. Thoughts he'd never had before ran through his mind as he kissed her, and one of his hands began to touch her body. Every touch made the flames burn brighter, burn hotter. They almost consumed him, then the blindfold was brought down, and he felt Kasumi being torn from him. Devoid of contact or sight of her, the flames burning in his mind vanished, and Ranma lay back on the floor, gasping for breath, and trying desperately to control the thoughts of Kasumi still burning in his mind. His body shuddered at the sudden lack of contact, the thankful feeling he had toward whoever had pulled her off, and the cooling desire to have her back.
What... was... all... of that?! A shiver ran down his spine, and he couldn't tell why.
"J-j-jeez..." was all he managed to say.
[Kasumi]
For Kasumi, time did not resume it's normal pace until she felt herself being sat down on top of the table, with Nabiki looking down at her, asking her if she was ok. It was only after she heard the question that everything seemed to start moving normally. It seemed an eternity had passed since Ranma had opened his eyes and looked at her.
"I'm fine," she gasped. She closed her eyes, leaning forward on her hands as they gripped the edge of the table, remembering...
Ranma's hands shot forward, and she only managed to see them moving because the world looked so slow, since she was still just coming out of her own What if? They moved far too fast for her to do anything about it, even at the speed she saw everything at. His right hand caught hers less than an inch from the blindfold, and his left she felt curling around the back of her neck. Then he was pulling her down, and she felt his lips crush against hers. Her mouth opened, and she had been about to gasp in surprise of being pulled down, and his tongue slipped into her mouth, and started caressing hers. She felt desire brush her, and she kissed him back, pushing her own tongue forward against his as she closed his eyes. She whimpered a little through the kiss, and the feeling of pleasure it brought her. She was vaguely aware that her own arms were stuck out to each side of her, and seemed to be frozen in place. The tiny part of her mind still capable of thinking remembered that last parts of her What if, and answered them simply as. Yes, I like it, and I couldn't enjoy this more. That though turned out to be wrong, for as Ranma's left hand still held her against him for the kiss, Ranma's other hand lightly cupped her right breast. Her tiny whimpers of pleasure went unnoticed, even by her, as his hand began caressing her, fingertips dragging gently, and bringing heat to parts of her body much lower. Kasumi didn't even acknowledge the thought of Oh, I wish my blouse was not in the way that passed through her mind, she was too busy relishing the feel of Ranma's lips, his tongue, his hand. She almost cried in disappointment as his hand left her breast, then a tiny "Mm" of excitement escaped, as his hand went lower, moving towards the heat he had raised in her. His hand moved past her ribs, still going down. Another whimper passed through Kasumi.
Past her navel, and she shuddered.
Past her belly, and the heat grew.
Over the line of her panties.
Oh, oh, oh, oh... was all she could think.
Just over the patch of hair she always kept neatly trimmed, and she held her breath.
His hand slid between her legs, pushing the fabric of her skirt into her. Pleasure she had never felt before exploded through her body in a way she had never imagined. For the first time, she moaned, and pushed her mouth against Ranma's, somehow resisting the urge to squeeze her legs together. Then Ranma's fingers pressed, somehow right where she needed it, and Kasumi's eyes flew open, her back arched towards Ranma, unnoticed by anyone else, for they were too busy to notice, and drew in a breath to scream for all that his hands were doing to her-
And she felt a upwards sensation as Nabiki's hands grabbed the back of her dress and pulled her off of Ranma.
"You sure?"
Kasumi opened her eyes, remembering to breath. "I'm sure, I'm just a little surprised, that's all." In truth, Kasumi's body's ached for Ranma's touch again, but she knew it would betray every thought she had just had if she were to touch him now. "Can... can you help me to my room? I need to lie down."
"Sure sis, no problem." Nabiki said, glancing behind her. Akane was straining against Mousse and Cologne, but had stopped making any progress. Shampoo had passed out from the effort of trying to struggle free combined with the blood rushing to her head. Ranma... Ranma seemed like it was taking everything he had to continue drawing air into his lungs, and looked like me might pass out in a minute. It seems like everything should survive until I can get back. This is gonna be a long day. She helped Kasumi to her feet, walked her to her room. She kicked open the door, and lay Kasumi down on her futon, where Kasumi dropped, and rolled onto her side. Nabiki turned to leave.
"Nabiki?"
"Yeah, Kasumi?"
"Can you... can you stay for a while? I don't want to be alone right now."
Nabiki understood. Kasumi had just been through something that she thought was something only people who were married should ever be doing. It must have been very confusing for her, especially knowing that Ranma was in no way responsible for his actions. Even Nabiki had to admit, though she loathed the thought, that nothing Ranma did could really be blamed on him. What idiots would design a potion for a one time use only, then write down the recipe? Nabiki had missed the part where Mousse and Shampoo had mixed the two separate potions by accident, only paying attention when Cologne had started in on what it did.
She was wrong, of course. Kasumi had just felt something that she had even denied herself until this moment, and didn't want to be alone for two reasons. One, she thought of having gone through such intimate contact, and now being totally isolated from everyone slightly scared her, and two, she didn't want to think about what she might do to herself in order to recover that wonderful sensation if no one was there to watch her. Such things were far too inappropriate. She'd wanted to go to her room just to be away from Ranma since the urge was so strong to fall back onto him.
Nabiki sat down next to the futon, and propped herself up against the wall. Poor Kasumi... she thought, for all the wrong reasons.
In the living room, Ranma was still trying to remember how to breathe properly, and Akane had been dragged out into the yard, where she was still struggling so she could get back inside and kill her fiancée.
"Fine! Fine! You win! I'll stop!" she said. Akane stopped resisting, and dropped to the ground.
"Good..." Cologne gasped, trying to breathe and talk at the same time. "Ranma... doesn't know... what he's... doing... He has... no control... over his body..."
"Please... try... to... remember... that... Akane..." Mousse had an even harder time than Cologne as he tried to pull air into his lungs.
"Whatever," grumbled Akane. "You might want to see to Shampoo, she's passed out."
Mousse and Cologne looked into the living room to see Shampoo still upside down, unconscious, and a small trickle of blood leaking from her nose, from the blood pressure now acting on her head. They rushed inside, and pulled her down. Cologne dragged her out into the yard, as much for the air as to keep an eye on Akane. Mousse was pulling the chains from her.
"Shampoo!" he cried. "Wake up Shampoo!"
Akane got up, and sat down on the porch, looking depressed. Seeing that she wasn't going inside, Cologne turned her attention to Shampoo. "She'll be fine, Mousse. Get me my spice rack, and we can give her some more healing powder."
"Of course!" Mousse began digging through his robes, as once again, junk flew everywhere. Chains, hooks, daggers, swords, scrolls, rope, but no spice rack.
"Where is it, you fool?" Cologne began reaching into his sleeves with her stick, hooking things on the end and pulling them out. More weapons and odd things spilled out.
"This is mine!" snapped Cologne as her spare walking stick fell out.
"How did that get in there?"
"Shut up and keep looking!" Cologne eyeballed a piece of cloth on the ground. "It that your boxers?"
"Huh? Uh, yeah."
"How did you manage to take off...? Never mind, just get me my spice rack!" And so the search continued. The spice rack currently sat on the floor in Shampoo's room.
Akane used the opportunity to slip back inside. As she slid the door closed and locked it, she heard Mousse and Cologne still going at it. "I don't see how you can be concerned about dropping your glasses, I've seen five pairs fall out so far..." Akane didn't care, she was going to beat Ranma's skull until he learned his lesson. Damn hentai...
She stalked over to Ranma, who had finally learned the proper use of his lungs. She grabbed him by his shirt, and shook him. "What did you think you were doing?!" she hissed as she rattled him around.
"Who? Wha? Huh?" was all she got in reply.
"What did you think you were doing with Kasumi, you baka?!"
"I was just doing it, I wasn't thinking at all, I didn't mean to, I swear!"
"Liar!" she snapped, forgetting that he was as incapable of lying as a brick was incapable of flying in any direction but down after being dropped from a building.
"I'm not!"
"Then why didn't you let her go?!"
"I don't know, I just couldn't stop!"
"Then why with Kasumi?!" She rattled him some more.
"She was the first one I saw!" Ranma was getting dizzy from all the shaking.
"Baka!" Akane punched him upside the head.
Ranma's body seemed to surge forward, and he shook his head, as though trying to shake something out of it.
"What was that?" Akane demanded, letting go of Ranma. He fell back, then sat up.
"What was what?" Ranma had gotten lost somewhere around being shaken for the third time.
"That... that twitch you just did. What was that about?"
Eep! "Oh, that. That was because..." the rest was lost in a mumble as Ranma's face went red.
"Because what?"
"S-saw..." Ranma became horribly aware that somehow, he and Akane were alone in the room.
"Saw...? Colors? UFOs? People? Clowns? Elephants?"
"Yes, no, yes, no, no."
Akane's gawked at Ranma until she remembered that he couldn't lie, and was compulsed to answer any question asked of him. He was just answering her. "Colors? You saw colors? And what people? Where?"
"Yes. Pink, light blue, yellow, skin color, brown, black, red, white, dark blue-"
"Enough with the colors!!"
"You and me, the dojo." The less I say, the longer I'll live!
"Huh? Oh, the second question." Akane paused. "Wait a second..."
Uh-oh, she's figuring it out... Oh, Lord in Heaven, to you I give my soul...
"Dark blue would be...?"
"Your hair."
"Black? Red?" Ranma pointed at his own clothes.
"Right, red shirt, black pants... yellow?"
WHAT IS SHE DOING?! PLAYING A GAME?! HOW CLUELESS IS SHE?! DID ALL THE BRAINS IN THE FAMILY GO TO NABIKI?! "Your gi."
"What's pink and light blue?"
Ranma actually heard the confusion in her voice. SHE'S AS CLUELESS AS KUNO!! Unable to help himself, Ranma pointed at where he knew Akane was. ...and in your infinite mercy I beg, PLEASE LET IT BE QUICK, AND AS PAINLESS AS POSSIBLE!! A crushing blow from mallet-sama would be both quick and appropriate.
Akane frowned at Ranma's idea of an answer. "How am I pink and light blue?"
Ranma's mouth opened, so far against his will that he almost screamed. "P-p-p-p-p-p-p..."
Akane leaned forward as Ranma grew redder and redder. "Yeeees?"
"P-panties blue like your first day as school," he squeaked, "and pink," he leveled a finger at her chest, "like I saw when we saw each other in the furo."
Akane's eye twitched. Battle aura flared. Stress marks appeared on her head.
"Ranma..." she said in the sweetest voice she could manage. To say sugary would be like saying Nukes make noise. Some things just don't seem to fucking describe it.
Oh, it's gonna be so painful... "Yes?"
"DIE!!" She lunged for his throat, grabbing the arm he threw in self-defense and twisting it out of the way. Her other hand clutched at his neck and started squeezing.
It didn't matter. Ranma didn't notice any of it. As far as his mind was concerned, only one thing mattered now. Fire filled his mind from the skin-to-skin contact, fire filled with one person. One person his body suddenly needed more than anything, And she was currently crushing his throat.
Akane.
And Ranma threw himself forward, wrapping his arms around her as he brought his lips to hers...
A/N
Gobstopper: A nice lemony-lime bit for all you Kasumi/Ranma fans out there. I always thought they made such a nice couple, they're my favorite after Ranma/Akane. I'm having fun with this, in case you can't tell. It's keeping me away from Doom 3. Which reminds me, although you might want to play it at night, with the lights off, and the sound up, don't do it when your roommate happens to be a sadistic bastard with a habit for sneaking up on people and screaming in their ears. Oh, and in case you're wondering, the reason I am up this tree at night is because of her. Points downwards.
Akane: I HEAR YOU UP THERE!!
Gobstopper: It seems she's taken a strong disliking of me ever since I called her violent in my last A/N. She been hunting me ever since.
Akane: YOU'VE GOT TO COME DOWN SOME TIME!!
Gobstopper: Of course, I have lots of bottled water in this here backpack, and some food as well, so I can stay up here longer than she can wait down there.
Akane: WHAT?!
Gobstopper: Something keeps going wrong when I post it keeps cutting out the and the symbols. I case they didn't just show up, it's when you press shift 8 and shift ,
Tree starts leaning to one side.
Gobstopper: Well, it looks like she's beating down the tree with her mallet, so I'll make this short. In response to a couple of e-mails I've gotten (actual e-mails, not reviews) here are your answers.
Yes, I am a guy. No, I'm not gay. Yes, I like lots of different Anime and Manga, and will probably write other fanfics when I'm done with this one. Tree leans farther. Maybe Evangelion, or Love Hina. I find a lack of Love Hina fics out, though I have no idea where to take the plot (when I think of one).
22, though I will be 23 later this year.
No, you sick pervert, I will not be making Akane do that. There is no "xxx" rating on this site, and I wouldn't even if there was.
No, you sick pervert, I will not be making Ranma do that. There is no "xxx" rating on this site, and I wouldn't even if there was.
No, you sick pervert, what the hell is wrong with you? That's all I have for e-mails.
Starts hanging on to tree trunk as tree leans more.
Oh, yes, I didn't know if Lucky Charms™© would be trademarked or copyrighted, so I did both. That's what those little symbols mean.
It was fun writing that bit with Kasumi! I always did think she needed a little bit of loosening up. And in response to what I know I'm gonna get, I think Akane was having a bad enough day to motivate a little more anger than usual, don't you?
Hangs on to tree for life as it begins to fall.
You didn't really think I'd just kill Genma like that, did you? Even if he deserves it... but his more-than-angry wife still needs to, er, 'talk' with him, and it may be lethal/extremely painful for him. It will be one or the other, I haven't decided which yet. See ya laterrrrrrrrrrrr! Tree crashes to the ground.
Akane: HOLD STILL AND DIE!!!