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(taken from The Mummy)
She wasn't sure how exactly she had decided to do this, or if it wasn't really a decision at all, just a spur of the moment idea. She didn't think anyone else would approve, least of all Ranma himself, but she didn't care at the moment. She was loving every second of this, even if they were still standing. His hands were everywhere.
Kasumi Tendo just about melted in pleasure.
Ranma's hands roamed over her, her top had been pushed up only seconds after he had touched her. He stood behind her, just like in her fantasy, with his hands moving all over her. One hand fondled her breast, and the other… Oh, Kami, the other hand… right there, Ranma, leave it right theeeeerre!!
Kasumi shuddered as his fingers played with her. It was better than before, when her dress had been in the way. It was better than her fantasy, where only her panties had been in the way. There was nothing in the way, and dear god, Kasumi thought that nothing had ever felt like this. She had one hand over her mouth just to keep from screaming out loud, and the other had Ranma's leg in her grip, squeezing it because she needed something to anchor herself with.
Oh, more, please more, anything at all, please! she begged with her thoughts. W-where are you going, Ranma? Please, put that back, put it back, put it oh god oh god it's inside me!!
Kasumi's muffled screams were all that could be heard inside the dojo. Kasumi's hips pressed back into Ranma, trying to pull his finger just a little further into her. She felt something hard press into her backside, and figured out what it was with a jolt.
Is it that way because if me? Is he going to…? Kasumi shuddered in disappointment when Ranma removed his hand from between her legs. She felt her skirt pulled down, and the fall to her feet in a pile. When Ranma pressed himself back against her, she realized that somehow he had opened his own pants, because instead of his hand returning between her legs, something much harder was there. She almost collapsed when Ranma took her hand off of his leg, and forced her to press him against her, moving her panties out of the way. R-right there… w-where he f-first p-put his ha-hand… She tore her other hand away from her mouth, and placed it over Ranma's, pulling it away from hers, and making him massage both of her breasts.
She wasn't even aware she was saying his name over and over in a whisper. Kasumi looked down, and saw the tip as she rubbed herself with it. It was too much for her. Kasumi's legs gave out as she came, and she slapped her hand back against her lips to quiet the scream as she cried his name. She was only vaguely aware of him holding her upright as her entire body was consumed by the pleasure. Light shone behind her eyes as she slowly became aware of her surroundings against. Ranma hadn't stopped; he was still pressing against her, wanting more. If Kasumi had wanted to before, she was mentally demanding it now.
"Ranma… floor… now…"
She felt Ranma nod, but he didn't move to the floor, but only press himself against her opening as he moved her panties over more. Through the fog in her mind, Kasumi got the impression the if she wanted him on top of her for this, she needed to take a little control, and move them both to the floor herself.
"Follow… me… Ranma-kun."
Kasumi took a step forward, holding his hands against her-
And tripped over the skirt still wrapped around her feet.
Ranma plummeted to the ground as he tripped over her legs, separating from her. He fell with a crash.
"K-Kasumi? W-what? Why did you…? How…?"
Kasumi began to cry.
A few minutes later, a fully dressed Ranma and Kasumi were talking. Well, kind of. Kasumi was stuttering a bit, trying to answer Ranma's questions.
"It's just that… ever since this m-morning, when we… when we…"
"I know what you're talking about, Kasumi."
"Since then, I've been having these… thoughts I've never had before. I'd never… never… felt anything like that and it felt so good, I thought I'd do anything to feel them again. I didn't kn-know who to turn to, I've always been the one other people come to, and I couldn't go to Tofu-sensei for advice; ever since he came back, he's been reluctant to talk to any of us…"
There was a pause.
"You've never even had those kinds of thoughts before?"
"No."
Another pause.
"Ever?"
"Not ever."
"And ever since this morning…?"
"Only thing I can think about." Kasumi began crying again. "I-I can't s-stop it, R-Ramna-kun, there's these th-thoughts, a-and these images… such n-naughty things, and I can't m-make them s-stop!" Kasumi buried her face in her hands, sobbing. She was glad Ranma had gotten over his initial shock and anger very quickly, but she still didn't know what to do about it. In the back of her mind, she could still feel the desire to press herself against him.
Ranma, on the other hand, had just finished realizing that he was dealing with a girl who, for twenty years, had shoved down every hormonal urge so that she could help raise her sisters, and was now dealing with all of them coming out with a vengeance. It was a wonder she wasn't climbing the walls in order to rape him or anything else male that was within reach.
"Kasumi, stop crying now," Ranma said in the most authoritive voice most he manage.
Kasumi stopped crying and looked up at him.
"It's normal, Kasumi."
"N-normal?"
"That's right, it's normal. We all have to deal with it. Most of us have been steadily trying to ignore it since we became teenagers."
"B-but how do you deal with it? It's so… so powerful…"
"Well, uh…" Ranma turned a frightening shade a red. "Most of us, er, have to, ah, relieve it ourselves, and, ah…"
"How? Please, Ranma-kun, tell me how to stop it."
"I-I don't think I can, um, describe it to you… I don't think I know all the words… for the, um, parts…"
"Then show me, please. I need it to stop."
Ranma was now a blazing shade if red that would have made a lava flow envious.
"Well, uh, you, er, remember what I was, uh…" Ranma made a small choking noise in the back of his throat. "What I was, um, kind of, er, doing to you," he coughed, "right at the beginning…"
Kasumi blushed. "Y-yes…"
"Yeah, um, t-that, um, t-to yourself, um, yeah. And, uh, anything else I did that," he cleared his throat, "made you feel, um, good."
"B-but I couldn't do… do that. It would be so improper, and wrong, and…"
"And it's what most of us, um, do to stay sane."
"Even you, Ranma-kun?"
Ranma fidgeted where he sat. "Even me. I can't lie, right?"
"Even Akane-chan?"
"Actually, I think most of the time she hits bricks to ignore it…"
Kasumi giggled at the notion of brick-breaking as sexual relief. She couldn't help but tease Ranma a bit. "Even Ranko?"
Ranma's blush came back with all the wrath of an enraged volcano. "Even her," he squeaked.
"Aww… poor Ranko. Since she has more experience than I do, can she show me?" Kasumi giggled again.
"No. Definitely no. Never. And I'm glaring at you right now. I want you to know that. Your little hormonal awakening has given you a warped sense of humor, you know that?"
More giggling. "I feel a little better now. Maybe it's from the teasing. Does that help sometimes?"
"I know a couple people who tease a lot and they say they always feel better afterwards."
"Maybe I'll do that then. Are you hungry, Ranma-kun? I did bring you lunch, and it's going to be cold if you don't eat it soon."
"Yeah, something to eat would be great. Where is it?"
Kasumi slid the tray over. "Right in front of you. I thought you might be hungry. Does taking advantage of girl make people hungry?"
"Kasumi!!" Ranma's jaw hit the floor.
"Just teasing."
Ranma grumbled something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like "you were nicer when you hadn't gotten any," before setting into his lunch. For once, he ate slow. He didn't want to try to eat at his normal pace blindfolded; he's probably end up with food all over his face and the floor. There was silence for a minute, then his ears picked up an unusual sound. Heavy breathing.
"Kasumi? What are you…?"
"Just a m-minute, Ranma-kun… I'm almost d-done… mmm… nice…"
"Kasumi, what the hell are you doing?!"
"P-practice makes p-perfect, Ranma-k-kun…"
"Not in here!!"
"But I'm only stretching. My legs are a little sore. What did you think I was doing?"
Ranma face-faulted. He'd been had. Again. She was teasing him.
"Alright, who are you, and what have you done with Kasumi?!"
"It's me, Ranma-kun. Take off the blindfold and see for yourself."
"Gah!" Ranma dropped to the floor. Kasumi giggled again, then started laughing. A moment later, Ranma joined her.
Nabiki and Akane were getting a little worried. Kasumi had been in the dojo for a while now. Could something have happened? Could she and Ranma have somehow touched each other? They pushed open the dojo door, and were met by-
Ranma and Kasumi collapsed on the floor, laughing their heads off.
"You're horrible, horrible!" declared Ranma.
"Aww, was it that bad for you? Maybe next time we can try it laying down."
"No, it wasn't, you damned flirt!"
"I need to stretch some more, Ranma. Help me."
"Temptress!"
"Whuuuut?" said Nabiki.
Kasumi turned towards the door. "Hello, Akane-chan, Nabiki-chan. Oh! Ranma, can Akane show me?"
Ranma snickered. "Better than you'd think. She has a manual for it. I've seen it, though not the results of it."
Kasumi pulled a face. "Oh, too much, Ranma-kun. I suppose there are some things about that I'd rather not know."
"K-Kasumi?" stuttered Akane.
"Yes, imouto?"
"Are you… feeling alright?"
"Ranma-kun, how do I feel?"
A rice ball bounced off of Kasumi's head. "Inside or out, succubus?"
Nabiki goggled.
"Ranma!" squeaked a shocked Akane.
Kasumi was laughing again. "You are too easy, Ranma."
"I timed you. Thirty seconds. That has got to be a record. That is easy."
"Liar. We started this hours ago, and just finished. Only once for me in all that. I am disappointed. Where is the martial art to improve that?"
"In my backpack! I study it nightly! My mother gave it to me 'just in case I needed to know someday.' Want to hear what some of the techniques are called?"
"Oh, my! Such devotion to the, ahem, art, and stillonly once. The Great Ranma Saotome has failed!"
Nabiki felt like she needed to go lay down somewhere and wake up from this dream. Akane was feeling like she had stepped into another world. This dojo leads to the shadowy tip of reality, her mind thought frantically. You're on a through route to the land of the different, the bizarre, the unexplainable. A dimension not only of sight and sound, but of perverse mind… Ladies and Gentleman, you're entering, the Ranma Zone!
"You started it! And you're the only one who finished! Where is your talent in it?"
"I can claim no experience and no study material."
"No instinct to guide you? You are repressed."
"No more than Ranko."
"Woman! You are testing my patience."
"I'd rather test your stamina."
"You're testing my sanity."
"Tell me of these techniques. You can use them the next time."
"Did you two spar or something?" asked Akane.
"Yes!" declared Kasumi. "I won!"
"You won?! What do you mean you won?! I won!"
"How did you win, Ranma-kun?"
"My legs didn't go out from under me."
"I gave no cry of surrender!"
"I seem to remember you crying out. Have you forgotten?"
"That was not surrender!"
"You weren't capable of standing on your own!"
"Akane-chan? Could you throw this away for me? I don't want to keep carrying it around." Kasumi held out the napkin she had used to clean Ranma's bloody nose with.
"I'm going back to the house, where I hope to wake up soon," muttered Nabiki as she left.
"Um, sure Kasumi. Did you cut yourself?"
"No, it's Ranma's. He hit his nose when he was trying to train blindfolded."
Akane's eyes widened. "N-no problem, Kasumi."
"And as for you, Ranma-kun, I might not have been standing, but I was willing to continue the match from the floor!"
"Admit it, I won! You only lasted thirty seconds! Saotome School of Anything Goes Technique: Dancing Fingers!"
"At least I finished at all."
Ranma groaned. "Bad Kasumi! Go sit in the corner."
As Akane shut the door, she heard Kasumi say, "Oh, let me tell you about that one…"
Akane raced into the kitchen, holding the napkin. I don't know how she got it, but at least I have it. And Mousse did say the fresher the better, right? Mousse!
"Hey, Mousse!"
Mousse looked up from his lunch. "What is it, Akane-san?" He'd discovered quickly that the only one in the house who wanted to be addressed by their family names were Soun Tendo and Genma Saotome. At least, he thought so, anyway. Tendo-san had yet to come out of his room. He would have asked Saotome-san, but he was still frozen, and had been dragged upstairs to his room by Nodoka-sama. (Who did not mind being addressed as Nodoka-sama at all, once Mousse had explained that as he'd thought of her as the head of the house, since that was the Amazon way. She did, however, have a severe reaction to being called the Saotome Clan Elder, despite his reassurances that people as young as twenty could have the title. He was still wearing the lump from the first time he'd called her that.)
Akane showed him the napkin. "It's Ranma's," she said.
Mousse eyed the napkin. "Hey, Nabiki-san…"
Nabiki was bouncing her head off of the table. "Wake up, baka, wake up, it needs to end…"
"Never mind." So much for needing to keep her busy so she can't interfere.
Mousse and Akane left Nabiki to her head bouncing, and went to the kitchen. They retrieved all of the thermos, and snuck up to Akane's room. Mousse checked the labels before opening one of the containers. He pulled a small stick out from his sleeve, and jammed the napkin into the thermos, and stirred it around. He pulled the stick and napkin out, and held it out to Akane, sitting on her bed.
"Are you sure about this, Akane-san?"
"Just give it to me, before I change my mind. And make sure no one bothers me for an hour or two, k?"
"Of course, Akane-san."
Mousse left, and sat down next to her closed door, hoping that Akane knew what she was getting herself into.
Akane took a deep breath, and looked at the thermos thoughtfully. Voices drifted up to her from her window.
"No more! Please! I can't stand hearing it! My image of you is ruined! I don't want to hear your daydreams!"
"Tell me where she keeps the manual!"
"Anything, just stop it!"
"Help me stretch, Ranma-kun!"
"Tease!"
What were they talking about? Did Kasumi want one of her training manuals? Was she getting interested in the arts? She didn't have to make Ranma tell her, she'd give one to her eldest sister if she wanted.
She slammed the potions back entirely, and fell onto her bed. Fire spread through her mind, wracking her body with spasms. Akane stopped twitching as the fire cooled. When it stopped, she opened her eyes.
The life of Ranma Saotome stood before her.
Where… am I? Akane thought to herself.
Images crashed into her mind, words following. She saw her room from a dozen different angles, daytime and nighttime.
Akane's room I'm in Akane's room her bed laying on her bed Akane's room
Stop it!
The visions stopped. Akane tried to remember what the pages said to do.
Who am I? she tried experimentally.
Ranma Saotome Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts heir Nodoka's son Genma's son Ranma Ranma Saotome sometimes Ranko always Ranma
Images went with it. Akane saw herself/himself fighting, seeing his reflection in a mirror or a passing window. Every time it was the same, Ranma seeing Ranma.
Who is Akane?
Tendo Akane Tendo School Anything Goes Martial Arts heir my fiancée Soun's daughter Nabiki's sister Kasumi's sister tomboy tomboy cute when she smiles but kinda violent Akane
Images hit her, Akane saw herself a million times over, in every possible place. Asleep on her bed, sitting in school, training in the dojo, glaring at her/Ranma from the ground as Akane/Ranma ran along the fence.
Akane readied herself, and asked one of the questions she had taken the potion for.
How was Ranma trained by Mr. Saotome before he came to my home?
No answer.
Right, wrong way to ask.
How was I raised by Genma Saotome after I was taken from mom and before I came to the Tendo's?
And the images came.
Akane/Ranma was nothing but a child, five years old. Father was dragging him/her away from Mom, they didn't know why-
Akane/Ranma was six, they were in the country, Akane/Ranma was being pulled along behind a bicycle Father had stolen by a rope to increase their speed-
Akane/Ranma was seven being forced to run in circles with huge rocks tied to their back to increase his/her stamina and strength while Father sat by a fire watching-
Akane/Ranma was seven being held underwater by Father to get their breathing capacity up-
Akane/Ranma was eight KAMI THE CATS GET THEM AWAY GET THEM AWAY MOTHER PLEASE THEY'RE HURTING ME-
Akane/Ranma was nine tied to a train heading north Pops was inside sleeping stupid Pops not his/my Father anymore, just Pops-
Akane/Ranma was ten Pops had tied us to a tree was throwing rocks at us getting our endurance up making us tougher he says-
Eleven and being held under a waterfall just after spring thaw the water is so cold from the melting ice and snow Pops says it's to get us used to the cold-
Eleven still great fat Pops was on our back making Ranma/me carry him and the supplies he stole at them same time while Ranma/I carry him and the people from the village are chasing-
Twelve and Pops is making us walk over a tight rope over a canyon the ground is so far down Ranma/I can't even see it and Pops says we need to work on balance-
Thirteen blindfolded for a month stupid Pops can't see anything and he keeps hitting us we need to be able to fight blind he says-
Fourteen and hitting the tree over and over until out hands bleed and Pops says it's not fast enough yet keep going-
Fourteen Pops keeps attacking me with all these weapons stupid weapons says I need to learn how to use them understand them so I know their strengths and weaknesses-
Fifteen Pops won't use them weapons anymore cause Ranma's/I'm better than he could ever be with them-
Fifteen we're sitting out here in this field and it's to damn hot haven't had any water in two days or sleep in five and Pops says I need to learn to fight tired and desperate-
Sixteen why China old man some new torture there for Ranma/me that you can't inflict in Japan can't believe we're swimming there only halfway so far-
Sixteen Pops has raided a village and is making me carry him again from the stupid villagers maybe we should drop him-
Sixteen FUCK I'M A GIRL I'M A GIRL YOU STUPID PANDA!!
Sixteen why are we here Pops what's this about a fiancée for him/me?
Akane felt like screaming or crying. She didn't know which to do first. She understood why Ranma was the way he was now. She knew why he wouldn't train her. To him, that was what training was. That nightmarish set of events and memories that Genma Saotome had dared to call Ranma's childhood.
Another question.
How do I feel abut Ucchan?
Ukyo my friend she's really a girl just like a sister a sister is all why does she keep coming onto me don't like her like that my best friend
Family/love trust care for like to spend time with like to talk to little paranoid about furious furious wedding bombs so long before I forgive her for that
How do I feel about Shampoo?
Shampoo/Xian Pu right Mousse/Mu Tsu? Shampoo crazy fucking Amazon why won't she leave go home stop touching me I don't like it hate it
Distrust suspicion paranoid CAT GET AWAY hate her hate dislike don't want her around can't hurt her cause she's a girl
That answered that anyway. She'd never really had a reason to be jealous of them. Ukyo could never be more than a sister to Ranma, and Shampoo, well… Wait, jealous, who was jealous? Just watching out for Ranma, right?
How do I feel about Akane?
Akane care for her want to protect her don't let anything hurt her can't say how I feel she'd reject me in a second can't let her know does she know I'd die for her kill for her I did once already Saffron
Care for she's so cute when she's not angry all the time I like her want to be around her I love so scared of her it hurts trust/distrust/trust fear
Ranma… loves me?
Do I love Akane?
Love love I love her anything for her die for her
Why won't you… Why can't I tell her?
She hates me wants nothing to do with me can't stand me I'm such a freak who would want a freak like me she doesn't it hurts so bad not to tell her but she hates me don't want her to reject me
Why does Akane hate me?
I don't know why I can't tell she won't say but I think it's because I'm a freak such a freak calls me a sex-changing monkey she hates me hates me calls me a pervert what did I do to deserve that
Akane was on the verge if tears.
Why am I afraid of Akane?
So scared she'll figure out how I feel I love her she'll laugh at me reject me don't want to lose her she'll laugh in my face tell me she could never love me like me cause I'm a girl sometimes and because she will
The images came. Akane was slapping Ranma, hitting him, kicking, the mallet was coming for him "From now on you and I are strangers" "I hate you" "Go away" "Pervert!" "I don't want anything to do with you!" "Hentai!" "Get lost!" "I don't need you!" "Get away from me!" "I hate you"
"I hate you"
They were said, things were done, dozens of times, hundreds of times, accusations made, insults thrown. Ranma's memories pulled nothing, and showed everything.
Hope! she thought in desperation. There must be something in there something good, he must have good memories! Something with hope in it!
I felt like everything could be perfect with Akane when…?
Only one memory came one moment of shining hope before everything was crushed, and Ranma felt despair for the rest of the time. Even before it came, Akane could feel how it ended, and the sadness and despair that would always be there afterwards.
Akane saw herself. She was standing over me/Ranma. Her hair was longer, and she was wearing her gi.
"I'm Akane. You want to be friends?"
The memory ended in crushed hopes, and sadness. A sense of resignation, acceptance of fate. He/I would be alone. Always alone.
WHY?! Akane screamed. WHY THAT?! IS THAT IT?! ONE TIME?!
Why did that mean so much to him?
Why was it so important that that one memory stood out as the only truly hopeful time since he was five?
I've never really had a friend.
Never…?
Never had a friend. Akane wanted to be my friend.
But she had rejected him the second she had found out about the curse.
Now she hates me. I don't have any friends. I never will, she was the only one.
Oh, god, Ranma, I'm so sorry. I didn't know.
Akane cried.
Forgive me, Ranma.
"I'm Akane. You want to be friends?"
Despair.
Please, Ranma, I didn't know!
"I'm Akane. You want to be friends?"
Sadness.
No, Ranma, it doesn't have to be like that!
"I'm Akane. You want to be friends?"
Acceptance.
It can change, Ranma. I can still be your friend… please…
"I'm Akane. You want to be friends?"
The girl he loved would never like him.
YOUR WRONG!! I don't hate you, you're not a hentai, you're not a freak!
I love Akane. She hates me, but I will always love her. I'll watch over her, for life. It is my fate. It will be enough just to be near her.
Ranma, I… I…
Akane awoke. It was dark out now, hours had passed.
"… love you too."
She ran.
Akane ripped open her door, jumping over the sleeping Mousse, past Nabiki's room, where her sister was having a nightmare in which she still didn't have any film, and point in fact, she did not. The store had been closed when she finally got there.
She shot down the stairs, and jumped over the couch and Kasumi, who had fallen asleep watching TV, where she had truly laughed for the first time (outside of the dojo with Ranma) since her mother had died. She laughed at the TV, at Mousse's face to her suggestive comments, at Nabiki's face when she overheard them. The poor boy looked stricken, and Nabiki looked like she might go into shock. At least Nodoka had laughed along with her.
Akane raced out over the grass in the backyard. She almost didn't see the sign on the dojo door Knock before entering, dangerous Ranma inside. She knocked, just this side of pounding on the door.
"Ranma! Let me in!"
"Safe. Come in." Ranma's voice. Oh, god, Ranma, forgive me, I didn't know anything!!
The door was almost torn off in her haste to get it open, and nearly shattered when she shut it behind her.
"Akane? Is something wrong? You sound upset…"
She ran into him as hard as she could, somehow making sure she didn't touch skin. It was easier than she thought it might be, as someone seemed to have given him black silk gloves to cover his hands. Akane wrapped her arms around him, crushing Ranma to her as best she could.
Not too late, not too late, please don't let it be too late for us.
"Akane, what in the world…?"
"I'm so sorry, Ranma." She was crying again, but she didn't care. "I didn't know, I didn't understand. I do now. Forgive me?"
"Forgive what? Understand what? What are you talking about?" What's going on here?!
"I want to start over, please say we can start over."
"Start over?"
"From the beginning."
Not quite sure where this was going, what had brought it on, or even if he was dreaming, Ranma agreed. "Alright, let's start over."
Thank you!! Akane squeezed Ranma even harder.
"I'm Akane. You want to be friends?"
Ranma's arms clutched at her. Start over? Another chance? Please don't let this be a dream.
"Yeah. I'm Ranma. Let's be friends."
"I'm glad, Ranma, I'm glad we can be friends."
"M-me too, Akane."
"Can we be fiancées now?"
"You… you want…?"
"I love you, Ranma Saotome. You're not a freak, you never were, and you never will be. You're Ranma, and that's all you need to be. I love you, Ranma."
"I… I… I love you, too, Akane."
He fell to his knees, and Akane dropped with him.
"Marry me, Akane? Because I love you?"
"Yes, Ranma. Because I love you too."
A/N
Gobstopper: Adding theses notes a little late, since I had to rush to get this chapter up and on the web before I ran off to work. I kinda forgot. I told ya It'd be Akane/Ranma, but the fun's not over yet. Just because they love each other doesn't mean the world's gonna step out of the way and say, "Ok, there ya go, lads, have a nice life." They still gotta deal with Shampoo, Cologne, Ryoga, Ukyo, Kasumi (of all people), and Ranma's potion. Ah, yes, the little bit "I guess a can look forward to a whole 24 hours of weird!!" is not mine, I found it in another story (though I'll be damned if I can remember the author, or I would credit him), and for those of you who can't tell, Akane's thought when she opened the dojo was based on Rod Serling's opening bit from "The Twilight Zone." See ya next chapter!
Just did a quick repost, thanks to dogbertcarroll for pointing out that if Ranma is blindfolded, how could he tell Akane she looked upset. =)