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I DO NOT OWN RANMA ½

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I DO NOT OWN RANMA ½

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I DO NOT OWN RANMA ½

Bashes head...

This is going to be another chapter with R-rated material. Ah, the lemony goodness!

You have been warned, human. (in eerie Alucard-like voice)

BWA HA HA HA!! (loud obnoxious Vash-from-original-Japanese laugh)

There was a soft ding as the intercom system kicked in. "Will the head and second of the Chaos Department please report to their office? Repeat, will the head and second of the Chaos Department please report to their office?"

Both Gods got up from their lunch, and walked down the hall. "Can't they run things for half an hour without us?" complained Loki.

Chaos all but kicked in the door. "What is so important that you had to interrupt my lunch?!"

There was no answer, save for a mass pointing at the closet door where they usually hung their jackets, and were now keeping Ryoga.

Chaos yanked the door open. If the little human was causing trouble, he'd pay for it. Chaos hated having his meals interrupted.

There was no one inside the closet. Instead, there was a hole in the floor, more than big enough for someone to fit through. Chaos blinked.

"Aww fuck."

Akane had been listening into the conversation in the living room ever since Kasumi had agreed to help her with the potion, so she knew that Cologne was bringing the spice box to her home. She was glad for that, since she wouldn't have to go digging through Mousse's clothes to find it, but it also meant that she would somehow have to sneak it away from Cologne herself.

She was, however, considering bringing Mousse in on her plan, more so now than when she had first thought of it. He seemed to be on Ranma and the Tendo's side more than the Amazons, and was going to be around for a while, maybe even teaching here! When he'd voiced his new opinion of Shampoo, Akane had lost her balance, and if it hadn't been for Kasumi standing next to her, would have found herself hitting the floor. Who had expected that?

It would be much easier to do everything with Mousse's help, considering that Cologne was probably going to use him as a hiding spot for the box as soon as the old Amazon finished with it. Mousse had finished stitching the tears in the robe that Cologne had made when she was searching it, and was fitting all of his weapons back in. Behind her, Akane heard Kasumi shifting from foot to foot.

With a sigh, she looked back at her older sister. Kasumi had been shifting around, when she wasn't outright pacing, ever since Akane had told her exactly what she needed from Kasumi, and what the potion was supposed to do. She just hadn't told her why she wanted to do it yet. And you probably wouldn't have been able to drag it out of Akane with a chain fall. (1)

"Kasumi, please, stop worrying."

Kasumi stopped pacing. "But, imouto-chan..." She held up her hands in front of her, and started pressing her index fingers together over and over. "I don't think it's very nice, or proper, to be sneaking around like this... and lying to Ranma to get what you need from him for what you want just seems so... so..."

"I know, Kasumi. But please, just help me? You don't have to lie, Kasumi, I promise. I'll talk to him, ok?"

"Ok... but then we have to steal..."

"I think I can get Mousse to help us with that."

"Oh, my! You're going to make Mousse steal?"

Akane almost groaned. She needed Kasumi's help making the potion and keeping everyone away from her after she took it, but making her go along with how to get the ingredients needed for potion in the first place was getting hard, especially with the way Kasumi thought.

"No, Kasumi. Mousse isn't going to steal it. He's the one who carries it, right? So all I'm going to do is ask him if I can just borrow it a little bit. I'll even give it back to him when we're done, ok? I can't be stealing anything if I ask the person who has it, and he just hands it to me."

Kasumi squirmed under the logic, and continued playing with her index fingers, still looking concerned. "But... the other potions you want..."

"Don't worry about those, ok? I don't even know if I'll need them, until after I take the first one." But, if I do want them afterwards... No! I'm not going to think about it right now.

Akane was starting to feel like Shampoo, going behind everyone's back to play with potions just to satisfy herself. Well, not just myself. At least I'm thinking of other people in this, too. I doubt Shampoo's ever done that. Truthfully, Akane didn't like this secret sneaking around stuff. It just seemed to go against her principles as a martial artist, despite a certain pig-tailed boy's past declarations about her to the contrary. She felt a little better about it when she remembered what Ranma had said only last night.

"I didn't want to see you cry because I can't always control the things I say."

Still, was the knowledge she wanted worth it? She'd read about the possible side-effects, and she was prepared for them. It was the side-effects she wanted, not the primary purpose of the potion. Though she also knew that the first part would help things, too, even if it was only temporary.

"I didn't want to see you cry because I can't always control the things I say."

Would it... change anything? Change her? Permanantly?

"I didn't want to see you cry because I can't always control the things I say."

She couldn't pull this off without Kasumi. She would need to be alone after she took it, for at least an hour. After that, it wouldn't matter, because by then it would be almost over. Almost, except for the side-effects, especially that one. But, to go through with it, first she would have to deal with what the potion would do to her first.

"I didn't want to see you cry because I can't always control the things I say."

But, to know Ranma, to really know Ranma, and what he...

"I didn't want to see you cry because I can't always control the things I say."

It would be worth it. She hoped. She still didn't like sneaking around like Shampoo did, though.

Speaking of Shampoo, she seemed to be coming in. Akane watched as Mousse began to tell her TV of his eternal affections for it. She had to clamp a hand over her mouth to avoid giggling at the sight. She held on for dear life, and to avoid screaming "I TOLD YOU!" at Shampoo when Ranma smashed her through the ceiling against his will. She still couldn't help but giggle a little more when she realized that Mousse and Nabiki couldn't seem to get her out.

"She's stuck," Mousse said, fighting a smile.

Nabiki didn't seem to be fighting the urge at all. She pulled on one of Shampoo's feet with a full-blown smirk crossing her face. "Should we just leave her here?"

"I don't know, Tendo-san..."

"Nabiki."

"... Nabiki. It would undoubtedly keep her out of trouble when she wakes up again, but I am concerned about the damage the impact may have caused."

Nabiki paused, thinking about how strong she thought Ranma might be. "There might be some serious damage..." She unconsciously began calculating medical charges.

"Indeed, Ten-... Nabiki-san. The impact was rather severe."

"Hey! It's not like I put her where she is on purpose!" Ranma declared, as Nabiki shrugged off the total of the medical bills. She wasn't responsible for Shampoo, it was just a force of habit.

"No, Ranma, you did not," said Mousse. "But still, if Shampoo wakes up and finds herself trapped in the ceiling, any struggling she attempts may cause more damage."

Nabiki jumped back in. "Still, she can be reasoned with. If we tell her not to struggle, we can find a way to get her out without aggravating any injuries or Cologne."

"Her injuries? I was referring to the damage to your ceiling."

Nabiki crashed to the floor for a record-breaking three times in one day (the previous record stood at once) as Ranma started laughing.

Cologne arrived at the Tendo residence with her spice box under one arm. To her bewilderment, she beheld Nabiki Tendo face first in the floor with the classic pinky and index finger pointed pose while son-in-law laughed, Mousse staring at what looked like Shampoo embedded in the ceiling, kicking her legs, and Nodoka Saotome was bawling about her son's manliness. Confusion reigned supreme in the ancient matriarch's mind before she quickly grasped the most important part of the scene in front of her: Shampoo's impersonation of a piñata.

"What is my great-granddaughter doing up there?" she snarled at Mousse.

"Ah, forgive me, Honored Elder, but Shampoo..."

"Are you about to make excuses?" Cologne interrupted. "Did I not tell you to watch over Shampoo before I left?"

"She tackled me when she came in. Mousse didn't stop her because he was busy embracing the television and calling it Shampoo."

Cologne's frown deepened. Son-in-law had put her where she was, undoubtedly with his fists. And he could not lie about what had happened, not how he was.

"Have you considered bringing her down?!"

"Shampoo stuck, great-grandmother!"

Ah, thought Cologne. It's going to be one of those kind of days.

Oddly enough, Ranma was having a similar thought.

It's going to be another one of those days. I guess I can look forward to a whole 24 hours of weird!!

Cologne was not pleased. Which wasn't saying much. Unless Ranma was in the process of mastering yet another Amazon technique (which only proved to the old ghoul how good he would be for the tribe) or was declaring his intentions to marry Shampoo (which never happens), not pleased would describe Cologne's typical state of mind. Right now, however, Cologne was both not pleased and, extremely rare for her, more than slightly fucking worried. Son-in-law was not exactly behaving like she wanted him to. Understandably, anyone would be upset in his position. Cologne understood that. The horrible screw up from yesterday's potion mismatch from hell had left him one of five choices, which he had nicely outlined for them.

1.) Find people I hate. Lots of them. Beat until dead. Repeat until exhausted.

2.) Pick a girl. Go find a room. Er, uh... well...

"Have your way with?" suggested Mousse.

Right. Have my, er, way, with them. Repeat until exhausted. (Ranma could not help but blush as he said it)

3.) Wait until Cologne finds something that would either remove or cancel the potion. Deal with going around blindfolded, and with people touching me until a cure is found. Not really acceptable.

Cologne agreed. Having Ranma in this state was like leaving a bomb in the hands of a Kuno. It might look safe to an outsider, but everyone else just knew sooner or later, something was gonna go wrong. She was under no illusions about how Ranma felt toward her. If she got too close, Cologne would find herself meeting her ancestors sooner than she'd like.

4.) Go hide somewhere, and hope that it would eventually wear off. Also, not acceptable. I am not going to hide in the woods like a coward.

5.) Go start a new life somewhere, and never make friends with anybody. If I'm not close to anyone, no effect, right? Not. A. Chance.

Given that Ranma understood perfectly what was happening, and whose fault it was, (even Cologne had to admit, despite Mousse's part in this, it really was Shampoo's fault) it was a wonder he was not storming about the room, ranting his head off at anything and everything that crossed his mind.

Ranma had considered this action, really. In half a second, he knew that all that would be doing was hiding from facing reality. The stupid truth serum seemed to make him incapable of even lying to himself.

Cologne was not pleased because, while he was not throwing fits of anger like she had expected, he still was surrounded by people who could potentially set him off down one path or another. The words that described nicely how she felt about getting Ranma to marry Shampoo and therefore be introduced as breeding material into the tribe were, of course, more that slightly fucking worried.

Ever since they had removed Shampoo from the Tendo ceiling (a little cold water had done it nicely) he had refused to speak or acknowledge Shampoo unless she asked him something, or someone else asked him about her. Even then Ranma never referred to Shampoo by her name. "That Amazon girl" is what he said when someone else asked him, and whenever Shampoo herself spoke up, all he called her was "You" in such a cold tone than Nabiki herself felt chilled by the cold in his voice. You could hear the ice in it what he addressed her.

Cologne knew that Shampoo was lucky not to have a broken jaw or a concussion from her little headfirst trip to the second floor. The only reason she wasn't in the hospital getting her jaw wired shut was because Ranma had been sitting down when he hit her, and Cologne knew from experience that it was very difficult to put significant power into an uppercut when one is sitting cross-legged on the floor. She glared at her great-granddaughter. Shampoo was pushing it, demanding more and more questions out of Ranma, and had started addressing him as Airen again. If she kept this up, the potion was going to make the boy lose his temper. And there's nothing I can do to make her stop, short of smacking her around the room.

To top it all off, that Nabiki Tendo had been smirking so much ever since the delivery man had shown up ten minutes ago that it was a wonder her head didn't split in half and fall off her shoulders. And that arrogant look on Mousse's face, what was he so damn happy about? Cologne scowled from her perch on top of Genma's still-frozen head.

"Why Airen so angry at Shampoo?! Ranma should be happy, Shampoo did Airen favor giving this potion!"

From the look on the boy's face, he's not going to last another few questions, thought Cologne. She wasn't getting herself involved in this fight; her sense of self-preservation was better than that.

"Why?! I'll tell you why! Because you lied to me in order to give me it! You lied and said that the food was an apology! Then you went and slipped in a potion that was supposed to make me sleep with you?! What the hell would make you think I'd want that?! And I told you to stop calling me that name!!"

Uh-oh. Cologne crawled farther back onto Genma's head. For their part, Nabiki and Mousse had backed themselves into the relative safety of a corner, and Nabiki was clutching Mousse like he was a safety net. They had never seen Ranma screaming at someone in anger before. Mousse was still trying to back up, despite that he'd have to go through a wall to do it. Nodoka was sitting at the table, drinking tea like nothing was happening.

"Ranma Shampoo's husband! Should be ready to do what Shampoo says anytime, like good Amazon male! If Shampoo says want Airen in bed, Ranma get in bed and do what told!"

Mousse didn't know if Shampoo was just being stupid, or was ignoring the battle aura that had sprung up around Ranma. He caught Cologne's eye. She nodded. Ready.

"I do not want to sleep with you!! I never have!! And I am NOT some pet that you can order around!! I will do WHAT I want, WHERE I want, WHENEVER I want, and there is not a GODDAMN thing you or anyone else can say about it!!"

Mousse and Cologne crouched down, ready to spring as soon as Ranma jumped toward Shampoo. Mousse had a set of chains ready. Cologne had a small bag of sleeping powder in her hands.

"Enough of silly talk! Shampoo tired of speak Japanese! Shampoo tired of Japan, Airen's silly friends, and stupid Tendo family! Shampoo and Ranma go back to China, and Shampoo teach Airen proper place in Amazon tribe!"

Here it comes... as soon as he jumps toward her...

"Moko Takabisha!!"

Didn't think he'd-!! "Now, Mousse!"

Mousse jumped at Ranma, flinging chains out of his sleeves. Ranma snarled as he grabbed them, and snapped the apart. Too late to help Shampoo, the bag of powder hit him in the face, and Ranma dropped to the floor, asleep.

"I didn't think Ranma would do that," said Mousse.

"Neither did I, which means that this is worse than I thought," answered Cologne.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that when Ranma is angry enough for the potion to make him attack, he will not be irrational, like I had hoped. He seems perfectly capable of attacking us not only with his full strength, but with his entire arsenal of martial arts. Kami help the next person he attacks, because until he is 'cured,' he is going to build up a resistance to any other potion given to him."

"You mean... the sleeping powder won't work in him anymore?"

"That, I'm afraid, is right. Mrs. Saotome?"

"Yes, Cologne?"

"Would you help me carry Ranma out to the dojo?"

"Of course."

Akane had never seen Ranma when he was this angry, and was dead sure she never wanted to see it again. She didn't care if it was just the potion, this was scary. And Shampoo didn't even seem to care.

"Moko Takabisha!!"

Akane watched, wide-eyed. Shampoo screamed as she was blasted out of the room and into the yard, only to be cut off when she impacted the wall surrounding the yard and was knocked out. She looked back at the living room just in time to see Ranma hit the floor.

This is crazy!

Akane kept watching as Nodoka and Cologne began dragging Ranma out to the dojo. Nabiki trailed them, keeping an eye on Shampoo as they went,.

He'd be safer in there, thought Akane. Where he can't be set off by anyone, at least. She had her chance now, she realized.

"Wait here, Kasumi. I'll be back in just a minute, ok?"

Kasumi nodded as she paced the room.

Akane quickly slipped out of the room, and headed down the hall. She peered around the living room to make sure of the people in it, then took a breath, steadying herself.

"Mousse?"

He turned. "Hello again, Akane-san. Are you... feeling better?"

"Yeah. Mousse, I... I need to ask you a favor. Can you come with me for a second?"

Mousse blinked in surprise for a second, then followed her down the hall to Kasumi's room. He grew a little cautious when Akane shut the door, but relaxed when he forced himself to remember that Akane and Kasumi Tendo were not a couple of scheming Amazons.

"Alright Akane-san, what do you need?" Mousse could not have been more surprised when Akane pulled out Cologne's book, and opened it up to one of several bookmarked pages. In whispered tones, Akane outlined what she wanted to do, and what she needed from Mousse.

Not Amazons, but definitely scheming. He thought for a minute, considering.

"I will not help you in this plan," he finally said.

Akane felt crushed. She needed Mousse's help, dammit! "Alright, Mousse, I understand."

"It won't work because of a couple points, but with my help, we can fix them. Then, I shall help you."

Akane beamed at him. "Thank you, Mousse, thank you."

"Of course. Now, the hard part is going to be getting this," he pointed at one of the pages. "I assume you already have a plan to acquire this, er, difficult to get ingredient?"

"Can it be old, or does it have to be fresh?"

Mousse studied the page for a moment, scanning the page. "It does not matter, but if you look here, you will see why it would be better if it were as fresh as could be."

Akane peered at the entry Mousse indicated. "Oh, I see. Well, a couple of days might not make too much difference, but I think I'll try to get it fresh first. If I can't, oh, well."

Mousse paused for a minute, admiring her resolve. When she sets her mind on something, she really goes for it. "Akane-san, may I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Well, um, you see, after this morning... and there was something last night, and um, uh..."

"Never mind, Akane-san, I think I understand. Other than that, why are you so jumpy?"

"I don't like all this sneaking around. It just seems wrong somehow."

"It takes some getting used to, I know."

"I don't think I want to get used to it."

Mousse smiled. That, at least, I can approve of. I think I will enjoy being with these people much more than the Amazons. "Tell me something, Akane-san."

"Yeah?"

"Why are you doing this? Does Ranma Saotome mean so much to you?"

Mousse had to bite his tongue in order to keep from laughing at Akane's blushing face and heated denials.

It was a couple of hours later, and Kasumi was nervous. Extremely nervous. She did do little things from time to time, just to see if it would help Ranma and Akane get together, but those were, really, just little things! (or so she thought)

Like when Ranma first got here. She'd overheard Mr. Saotome explaining to Daddy about the curse, so she knew before anyone else did. So she'd pushed Ranma to go take a bath, and then had made sure that Nabiki would tell Akane that the furo was ready. That was ok, because they had only just met, and she was just trying to get them interested in each other. But this... this was, well, it was just being devious, and she didn't like it.

She wondered how Nabiki ever managed.

Mousse had willingly given them the box, and she was in the kitchen, boiling water, and carefully adding everything exactly as the instructions said. She'd also taken the liberty of mixing up the others Akane said she might need afterwards.

She still didn't like it. She felt so nervous. Kasumi was also thankful that Ranma was out in the dojo. She didn't know what she'd do if she had to look at him right now. She felt torn over the issue as she stirred. Part of her wanted to run out to the locked dojo, drop to her knees, and beg his forgiveness for what she had been thinking earlier and for it making her slow in getting the blindfold down, and especially for enjoying his... attention.

The other part wanted to run out to the locked dojo, drop to her knees, and kiss him to see if what he had been doing to her got any better.

No, no, no, Kasumi! That's Akane's fiancée, only she should be the one to do anything... like that with him, and it would still be inappropriate until after marriage! But still... No! No more bad thoughts! Bad Kasumi! Her eyes closed as her imagination wandered. Lack of experience left her imagination to run rampant.

No! she thought with sudden determination. I will not think about those... things! Bad Kasumi! Bad, bad, bad! Her internal lecture took on Ranma's voice, in a much huskier tone.

"Bad Kasumi," Ranma said "Very bad. Come here, you need to be... punished... bad Kasumi..." His hands were everywhere they were earlier as they tore the dress from her body.

"But, Ranma-kun! What did I do? Please, stop and tell me!"

"I know what you were thinking. Inappropriate thoughts... I'm not married to you, and this is what you wanted." His hands roamed her body over her bra, under the remains of her torn clothing.

"No, Ranma-kun, I wasn't! I would never think such things!"

One of Ranma's hands slid down Kasumi's body. It slipped between her legs, but didn't quite touch where she knew it would make her scream if he did, just like before. Waves of desire rippled through her.

"You should know not to try to fool a martial artist, Kasumi." His hand ran circles around her thighs, never going where she wanted it the most. The other gently fondled her breast, bring a flush over Kasumi's face. "You were thinking about it all day, I know you were. Just admit it." His hand was closer now, just a little more...

"I wasn't... Ranma... never..."

The tip of Ranma's fingers traced as gently as possible over Kasumi's panties, bringing a shudder up Kasumi's back as he teased her.

"If you weren't thinking about it, then why haven't you stopped me?"

"I... I..."

"Just say it. Bad Kasumi. Tell me that you were being bad, and I'll give you what you want." His fingers were maddening as they teased her, never touching her where she wanted them, always going around.

"..."

"I didn't hear you."

"B-bad, Ranma..."

"Again."

"...Kasumi."

"Are you trying to tell me something?" he whispered in her ear.

Kasumi gripped Ranma's hand, and shoved it roughly between her legs, forcing him right where she wanted him. Her back arched forward as her mouth opened to scream.

"Bad Kasumi, Ranma!" she cried.

His hands moved under his own power as her legs gave out from it all, with him following. She felt like screaming, but couldn't draw in the air to do it as his fingers pressed against her.

"That's right, very bad Kasumi-oneechan."

Her eyes snapped open. "Wh-what?"

Akane looked at her sister. Her face was flushed, and she was gripping the edge of the counter hard enough that her knuckles were white.

"Are you alright, Kasumi-oneechan?"

"F-fine, imouto-chan. It's just all this sneaking around behind everyone's back..." Her eyes dropped for a second as the fantasy took over, and she almost felt Ranma at her back again as his arms reached around her to do those things to her one more time...

"I'm sorry for making you do this, Kasumi. But I just couldn't do it alone. I'll never make you do anything like this again."

"Don't worry about me, Akane-chan." Kasumi crossed her arms in front of her, trying to stifle the feeling running through her. Her youngest sister was staring at her. "I'm, um, making the other ones you said you might want, just in case we don't get a chance to do it later!" Kasumi hoped that Akane would take her unusual behavior as a bad case of nerves.

"Thanks, Kasumi-oneechan. You're the best. I'm gonna go watch for Cologne."

"Alright, imouto. These are done anyway."

Akane left the kitchen to stand outside with Mrs. Saotome and Mousse to see when Cologne would be coming back from Tofu-sensei's. She taken Shampoo there after Ranma had nearly taken Shampoo's head off. They had all decided to stand guard until the old ghoul came back so that Kasumi would have time to hide her work in the kitchen. Ranma could be heard inside the dojo, running though a kata.

Kasumi took the potions off of her stove, and poured them into a few small thermos containers. She wondered for a moment on how to tell them apart, then simply taped the directions to each container. Only one was missing a description of what it did. The first one, the one all the others were waiting for. She his them under the sink, and began to set out lunch for everyone. When she was finished, she picked up the carrying tray with Ranma's lunch, and went out into the yard.

"I'm taking Ranma his lunch. Everyone's else's lunch is inside on the table. Everything is cleaned up, and under the sink."

"Kasumi, are you sure it's a good idea for you to take Ranma his lunch?"

"I'll be fine, Akane-chan. Ranma's not going to be taking off his blindfold this time, ne?"

Akane relaxed a little. "Alright, Kasumi, but don't stay in there too long, or I'll start getting worried." She left Kasumi alone in the yard, as everyone else went inside to enjoy lunch.

Kasumi knocked in the dojo door. "Yeah, come on in," came Ranma's voice. "It's safe."

Kasumi opened the door. Ranma stood, sweating a little in the middle of the floor with his blindfold still on his head.

"Is it safe for you to be exercising when you can't see, Ranma-kun?" asked Kasumi as she shut the door behind her.

"Ah, not really. Pops made me train for a month once with a blindfold on to make all my other senses stronger. I haven't practiced it for a while, but I figured now was as good a time as any."

"I see. Well, I brought you some lunch, if you feel like taking a break."

"That'd be great, Kasumi, thanks."

Kasumi set the food down on the floor, then took a closer look at Ranma. "Oh, my, Ranma, you're bleeding!" Sure enough, a small ribbon of red was trickling out of his nose.

"Don't worry about it, Kasumi, I just bumped a wall when I started, it's nothing. It's stopped, I just haven't cleaned it up properly since I can't see myself without a mirror."

Kasumi picked up a napkin from the tray, and dipped it in the glass of water. She quickly began wiping under Ranma's nose, cleaning away the blood.

"Watch it, Kasumi! You don't wanna touch me by accident."

"I'm fine, Ranma-kun, but you should be more careful." She finished getting rid of the blood, and stuffed the napkin in a pocket.

"Thanks. You're really great, you know that?"

"Arigato, Ranma-kun." Kasumi swallowed, hard. She took a deep breath, then said, "Oh, I missed a little bit! Let me get that." She reached up, and wiped away a non-existant drop of blood from Ranma's face with her bare hands making sure that the contact was more than a quick tap.

She still was amazed at how fast Ranma's hands came for her.

A/N

Gobstopper: Ah, for those of you who don't know what a chainfall is, I'm not sure exactly how to describe it, or precisely how it operates, but it's what my best bud uses in his garage to pull engines out of cars with. And I re-loaded chapter 5 with a minor fix. Thanks to my friend bd for pointing out that, on their first day, Ranma observed that they were simply blue, not blue polka-dots. Everyone, give congratulations to bd for being the first winner of my "Dear God, You Know Waaaayyy Too Much About Akane's Panties" award. You read too much, bd. Ah, and for those who don't know, oneechan (or –san) means big sister, and imouto-chan means little sister. And for those of you concerned about the welfare of my own personal being after the ending of my last A/N...

Gobstopper points to the hospital room around himself as best he can in his full-body cast.

Gobstopper: Akane really doesn't pull her punches, does she? The beginning of next chapter will be another Kasumi/Ranma bit, though this will turn into a Ranma/Akane pairing. I'm just waking Kasumi up, that's all, and giving something out to all the Kasumi/Ranma fans. Sorry about taking so long to write this, but I had a severe writer's block for several days trying to get Ryoga away from the Kami, before I just wrote a quick exit like that. Gah! After that, I just banged it all out (pardon the pun). Anyone guess what Akane's potion is going to do? Anyone at all? Go on, take a guess, I might actually tell you, if you guess right! I've not quite tired yet, so I'm gonna see of I can get some work done on the next chapter, since I'm still in the mood to type. Now, If you will excuse me, it's time for my sponge bath. Oh, nurse!