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See Chapter 15
Hops into big armored tank brought by Hououza.
BOOOOOM!!!!
"FUCKING WRITER'S BRICK WALL!! AH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!"
"HOW DARE YOU!!"
"WHAT. THE. FUCK. ARE. YOU?!?!"
"I AM WRITER'S GREAT BIG TEN TON BOULDER, FATHER TO WRITER'S BLOCK AND WRITER'S BRICK WALL!!"
"WTF?! AM I A MAGNET FOR YOU BASTARDS?! HEY HOUOUZA, ANY CHANCE FOR AN AIR STRIKE?!"
To say that the residents of the Tendo house accepted Konatsu would be somewhat of an understatement. By their standards, he was perfectly normal, despite that you couldn't tell he was a boy at first or second glance. Or third. Or fourth, even if you got two feet away and squinted really really hard. For an hour. There was the minor incident involving a kettle poured onto his head after Ranma informed those who did not know that he was really a boy, but, realizing that he was sharing a table (sharing a table! Mistress Ukyo made him eat in his room!) with a boy that would turn into a duck, and a boy who would really turn into a girl, who both knew a girl who would turn into a cat, and a man who could become a panda, he decided that the kettle treatment it was a perfectly reasonable response. And mistress Saotome ("Nodoka, dear, call me Nodoka.") was ever-so-polite, and practically gushed at him when he began talking designs with her. And mistress Kasumi thanked him, genuinely thanked him, when he helped her clear the table without being asked to. Konatsu had offered to clean them, but Kasumi refused. Konatsu insisted. In the end, they both compromised. Konatsu washed, and Kasumi dried and put them away.
Then, they put him in the guest room. The guest room. Not the redecorated storage room in the back! A bedroom that was supposed to be a bedroom! And Kasumi apologized for not having it set up! And Ranma Saotome and Akane Tendo helped him make his bedroll! Such kind people! Akane Tendo even let him take a bath before her!
Ok, so master Ranma had a tendency to curse a bit, Soun Tendo could make a living as a fountain at a water park, and mistress Nabiki was, indeed, the money-making mercenary that both Shampoo and Ukyo claimed her to be, but everyone has flaws! But still, so very kind!
Nodoka's eternally-present sword was not an issue. For Konatsu, women who went around with weapons all day were perfectly normal.
He wondered what he could do to help out around the house. As payment, for them letting him stay. He wondered why master Ranma went everywhere blindfolded. He wondered why everyone kept looking at master Ranma like he was going to explode and kill everything. He wondered when Mousse had stopped needing his glasses. He wondered why mistress Akane seemed so much nicer to master Ranma than when they had occasionally stopped by the shop together.
It never occurred to him to wonder whose room he was really in, and where said owner was sleeping.
"Don't get any ideas, Ranma."
"Too late. I mean, uh, no!"
"… Do I want to ask?"
"Depends on what you get turned on by. I mean, uh, no!"
"…"
"Can we not ask me anymore questions?"
"… I think I can manage that, Ranma."
"Er, good," said Ranma, who had turned an unhealthy shade of red.
"Okay: Rules of my room. Rule 1: There shall be no peeking of any sort towards me when I am changing."
"Blindfolded for a reason," pointed out Ranma.
"Rule 2: You will sleep on the futon on the floor. You will not be sharing my bed."
"If I shared the bed, I'd end up touching you in my sleep. We know what would happen then."
"Rule 3: If you snore, I reserve the right to throw things at you until you wake up."
"Pops snores. Not me," Ranma said as he slipped under his blanket.
"Rule 4: If anybody asks you where you slept tonight, you will say 'the dojo.' Got it?"
"I'm sorry. Should I be writing this down?" Ranma asked as he lay down on his futon.
"Rule 5: You will sleep as a girl in this room."
"I'm a girl right now."
"Rule 6: All rules subject to change at my whim."
"Any more rules?"
"No. Good night, Ranma."
"Good night."
"Ranma?"
"Yeah?"
"Please?" her tone was that of one almost begging.
"I love you, Akane."
"I love you too, Ranma."
Once Ranma was asleep, Akane pulled a few bottles from underneath her bed. She unscrewed the cap off of one, and peered inside, just like she had already done dozens of times since Kasumi had made them for her.
"Damn. Green."
So saying, she slipped them back under her bed, and slept.
Ranma slept, and Ranma dreamed. Mostly that night, he dreamed of basic, normal dreams. Well, normal for Ranma, anyway. Most people wouldn't dream of finding a stash of hundreds of years old training scrolls and grin in their sleep. But, hey, this is Ranma we're talking about.
As he dreamed of finding dozens of new techniques, Akane woke just a minute before her alarm clock went off. With a sigh, she turned it off, since there was no point in having it scream at her in a minute, and pulled a bottle out from under her bed. She unscrewed the cap.
"Damn. Green."
She frowned, and tucked it under her bed again. Then she caught sight of her fiancée, under her blanket, and grinning in her sleep.
"Now what are you dreaming about that's got you so happy?"
Ranma smiled a little more.
Feeling bold, Akane slipped off of her bed, and knelt down next to Ranma, inches from his face. She wished she could at least see Ranma's eyes. "Ranma…" she said softly.
Her fiancée smiled a little more.
"Ranma…" Akane cooed.
Ranma nuzzled her pillow.
"Ranma… are you having hentai dreams about me?"
Ranma giggled in her sleep. "Mmm… training scrolls."
Akane almost drowned under the massive sweatdrop.
"You're supposed to be having perverted dreams about me, like I did about you! Not training scrolls, baka!" Akane blinked, then blushed when she realized what she had said. "Um, I mean…" She laughed nervously.
"Mmm… new techniques…"
Akane glared hard enough to melt steel. "Why… you…" The mallet was on it's way down before she knew what she was doing. Ranma pitched in her sleep, mumbling, "Mmm… ancient secrets…" Akane just stared in horror at the small hole she had just made where Ranma's head had been. She dropped the mallet like it was burning her hands.
"… must master…"
While Ranma dreamed of martial arts, Akane tried not to cry.
"… hurt pops…"
Ranma's fiancée tried not to laugh. "You have it easier than me, Ranma."
"… be the best… protect Akane…"
Akane's breath caught, and the tears that had been threatening to spill vanished. She leaned forward, and whispered in Ranma's ear. "New techniques."
"… protect Akane…" Ranma said in an I-agree-with-you tone.
Akane paused, then realized it was safer when Ranma was a girl. She lay down next to Ranma, and whispered, "Only you would dream about training in your sleep." Akane leaned forward, and kissed Ranma's cheek. "Thanks for making me feel better. Even if you don't even know what you're doing."
Then Ranma's arms wrapped around her, squeezing her against the redhead.
"Hey!" Akane protested. "Let go!"
"Akane…" Ranma mumbled, pressing herself into Akane's back.
"That was not an invitation for you to have hentai dreams! Leggo!"
"… smells nice…"
"Thank you, but let go," Akane hissed. "I want to take a bath! I have to go for my morning jog, I have… to…" Akane's voice wavered. "… to… stop that, Ranma… don't… touch…" One of Ranma's gloved hands had slipped up Akane's pajama top, and had started playing with Akane's breast over her bra. Akane shuddered.
"Cut that… out…" Akane tried to pry Ranma's hand off of her, but found she couldn't even move them an inch. "Stop… mmm, good…" Ranma's fingers were rolling her nipple around in between them. She pressed herself against Ranma, grinding her hips against her. Akane felt a tremor race down her spine as Ranma's breath blew against the back of her neck as she said her name again in her sleep.
Sleep?
Akane squeaked and rocketed out of Ranma's arms as she realized three things. Ranma was asleep, she was enjoying it, and her own hand had found it's way into Ranma's and had brought it down into her pajama pants.
"Oh, no," she mumbled. "No way. No matter how good it felt, uh-uh. Not like this. No, no…" She continued muttering denials under her breath as she grabbed a change of clothes, and stalked off towards the bathroom, annoyed at that she needed a fresh pair of panties.
The closed the door, to her room, grumbling. "Stupid Ranma and his stupid soft gloved hands…"
As soon as the door to the furo shut, Ranma sat up, snickering. "And I'm the pervert, huh?" She chuckled as she picked up the spare clothes she had brought with her last night. "Hentai."
Ranma knocked as quietly as he could, and then opened the furo door and stepped inside, knowing full well that Akane was inside relaxing from her morning jog. It was time for revenge, Ranma-style. Two years of being called a pervert.
Besides, now he could get away with it. Just as long as he didn't let on that he had been awake before Akane.
She heard Akane emit a strangled-sounding squeak as she stepped in, naked. Ranma ignored it, humming to herself. She turned her back on the tub, with Akane making odd noises behind her, like she was trying to either protest Ranma walking in on her, or warning her not to turn around (it was both, actually), but didn't seem to be able to find her voice.
Ranma picked up a bucket of cold water, and splashed it over herself. "Ohh, cold!" She started to turn around to get in the tub. It was a good thing being a girl delayed the potion for a few seconds, as Akane didn't seem to have found her voice yet. With a sigh, Ranma stuck both hands onto warm water, and splashed his face, feeling the tingle that told him he was a boy again. Then he stood up.
Akane shrieked as she tore out of the water and out of the furo, slamming the door to the changing room shut behind her. It was all Ranma could do not to laugh as he let himself relax in the water.
Akane managed to speak to him during breakfast in a normal tone of voice. Ranma wondered if it was forced (horribly so, actually). For the most part, Ranma talked during breakfast, outlining how he thought the dojo should be run. Martial arts and training were easy to him, so he barely had to concentrate on it, while at the same time wondering what Akane was thinking.
"… so after we get Kasumi up to a good level, then we can start the dojo up. If Nabiki would spread the work around school after it starts that the dojo will be teaching again, we should get a lot of students. No one can sell like Nabiki can." Ranma was hoping that stroking Nabiki's ego would bring her back on their side a little more.
"Yeah, sure, Ranma. No charge."
Urk. Guess she was still a little upset.
"Besides, if you handle the dojo's finances, you get a fee for being the accountant, right?"
"Sure, Ranma-kun."
Ah, that sounded a little better. Ranma was glad he had been paying attention the last few times Nabiki lectured him about money.
"So, after we get all the students in, we test their skills, and see what kind of level we're dealing with, then split them up into the different classes…"
Ranma continued, while wondering why Akane was being so silent. Maybe she's upset? Nah, she didn't sound like it. I wonder of the bath thing was too much after this morning.
"… if they make it to the advanced class, I think it's be a fun idea if we gave them the option to specialize. You know, like working on mostly Hidden Weapons like Mousse, or maybe stealth and ninja techniques like Konatsu ("Eh? Me, master Ranma? Teaching? I couldn't!"). Or specialize in the Saotome ryu, based in air combat, or the Tendo ryu, ground combat. What do you think, Mr. Tendo?"
"I think you've got this very well planned. I am genuinely impressed by the course you have thought up."
"Yeah, well, I have had some time to think about it, you know."
"Are you certain you don't want your father teaching? After all, it has been several years since I did it…"
"Ah, it's just that his training techniques are kinda dangerous. I don't think most people would like it if I taught them to swim by binding their hands and throwing them into a lake."
At that, his mother dragged Genma back up to his room, where more howls of pain drifted down.
"Must have missed telling her that one," Ranma said under his breath. "So, Mr. Tendo-"
"After defeating the former master, I think you've earned the right to call me Soun."
"So, er, Soun…" Boy, did that word taste a little odd. "Can I have the scrolls?" Akane made a funny noise that Ranma decided he would ignore.
"Scrolls?"
"Technique scrolls for learning the Tendo ryu, of course. Wouldn't do at all if I could only teach the Saotome ryu. Besides, I wanna know what's in them; see how your school is different from the one I know."
"WAHH!! THE TENDO RYU IS GOING TO BE PASSED ON!!"
Ranma really, really hoped he didn't do that during classes.
He managed to stop Akane after breakfast, after he, Kasumi, and Konatsu ("But what do you mean, me teach? You barely know me!") cleared the table.
"Akane?"
"Yes, Ranma?"
Doing his best to sound like he wasn't sure what he was talking about, Ranma asked, "Was that you I walked in on in the bath?"
"Um, yeah." Her elevated heartbeat and ki emanations told Ranma that Akane was blushing heavily again.
"Oh. Look about that, I, uh, knocked…" he trailed off. Well, it was true.
"Don't worry about that. I think I didn't put the sign out, not like you could really read it, you know?"
"Yeah. Should we forget about it?"
Forget it?! Forget it?! After what you did to me this morning, and then when I finally… calmed down… I see… well, all of you! Again! If I didn't know any better, I'd swear you were doing all of it on purpose! You better not have been, or I'll… I'll… yeah! "Like it never happened."
"Ok," Ranma said. "Oh, um, did I suck on my thumb while I was sleeping?"
"Huh?" Confusion was obvious in her voice. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, it's just, when I woke up, my hand was all wet."
It took every ounce of self control martial arts had ever taught him not to laugh when Akane started stammering.
"Yes-well-I-thought-I-saw-you-sucking-your-thumb-when-I-got-up-but-that-was-it-I-don't-know-anything-else-gonna-go-run-some-errands-for-Kasumi-bye!"
As soon as Akane was out the door, Ranma cackled so hard that Mousse thought that Cologne was back and had been driven insane.
"Are, um… are you… alright, Ranma?" the sometimes duck asked, nervous.
Ranma grinned in his direction. "GOOOOAAAAALLL!!"
"Tell me, Ranma, what do you know of Mousse?"
"Eh?" Ranma paused in his game of shogi. (Soun insisted that someone play him. Nodoka was upstairs 'educating' her husband, and Akane was still out running errands for Kasumi (turned out they really existed) so Ranma decided to kill some time. It was a little hard playing this way, but they had Konatsu playing as referee, telling Ranma when it was his turn. He was losing horribly, and Soun wasn't even cheating.) "Why?"
"I'm curious about the boy's character. If he is to be teaching at the dojo, I should like to know about him."
Bullshit!!! Ranma managed to avoid saying it out loud. "Well, I think he's very honorable. He fight's really well. He's a nice guy, you know? Not mean at all. Er, he used to go around thinking things like telephone poles or mailboxes were people, but that was only because he forgot to wear his glasses. I think he's wearing contacts now, so that's alright. Uh, he used to have a real thing for Shampoo…"
"Used to?"
"Yeah. That's over with. I guess he stopped loving her when he realized she didn't love him, or something." Well, not really, but telling him all the reasons would sound kinda funny, especially since Akane treated me about how Shampoo treated him… well, a little nicer… she never hit me on sight, or locked me in a cage… or set me on fire… on purpose…
"Do you think he is the kind of man who would just use a girl to get over another?"
"Mousse? No way. He's an Amazon, or used to be. I think they marry for life." At least, that's the impression Cologne and Shampoo gave me… "Gets a little scary because he can be really devoted to a girl, but I guess maybe love does that to ya. He's a traditional kind of guy." It was probably the most insightful thing Ranma had ever said, and yet his thoughts… DUH!!! As if hanging around Akane all this time while she tries to launch me to the friggin' moon isn't evidence of that!!
Well, his thoughts were typical Ranma.
He turned his thoughts back to the shogi board, peering out from underneath the blindfold. How the hell was he going to win this?!
"Kasumi?"
"Yes, Mousse?" responded the eldest Tendo girl, as she put away a stack of dishes.
"Would you, um, er…"
"Is something wrong?"
"It's just… well… wouldyouliketogotodinnerwithmetonight?"
Kasumi smiled at Mousse as he dried the dishes Konatsu was washing. "I'd love to. Oh, my, what will I wear…?" Kasumi wandered off towards her room.
Mousse stood with a rather dopey grin on his face, trying to dry the empty air that he was holding in his hand. Konatsu had seen Ukyo go into that kind of state after Ranma had been by, and knew better than to let him hold anything breakable.
After he finished placing the last of the dishes away, he left the grinning Mousse in the kitchen, heading towards Kasumi's room, ready to dispense fashion advice.
On his third game of shogi, Ranma was growing extremely frustrated as Soun continued beating him. This time was no different.
"Best four out of seven!" he insisted.
"Of course!" Soun responded jovially.
Kasumi drifted by, looking quite content to Soun's eyes.
After much deliberation, Ranma made his move.
Soun countered.
Ranma gnashed his teeth.
Konatsu drifted by, heading for Kasumi's room.
Ranma moved again.
Soun countered, and wondered if he should cheat this time, and help Ranma.
Nah.
Mousse drifted by, still trying to dry absolutely nothing, looking glazed about the eyes.
Soun rolled his eyes, and ignored the fact that when he had asked Kimiko out many years before, he had been wearing the exact same look. He was immensely pleased with himself when he had approached Mousse and told him he had permission to court his daughter. Well, his actual words were a little different…
"You have my permission to take her out, but…" DEMON-HEAD SOUN "DON'T YOU DARE HURT MY LITTLE GIRL!!!"
… but it was the thought that counts. Besides, he had also gotten to Kasumi…
"I think this Mousse would be nice for you. I've overheard Ranma talk about him, and he says good things (well, Soun had actually asked Ranma, not overheard, but anyway…), and I've seen the way he looks at you. You have my permission to go out with him, but…" DEMON-HEAD SOUN "IF HE HURTS YOU, I'LL KILL HIM!!!"
"Father! Mousse is a nice man!"
"KILL HIM FOR HURTING MY LITTLE GIRL!!!" Demon-head Soun insisted.
Soun thought his matchmaking skills were quite excellent.
Ranma swore as he witnessed Soun's next move.
"Best five out of nine!" Dammit, where's Akane?! I need her to get me away from this cursed board! As if on cue, he felt a pair of gloved hands pulling at his shoulders.
"C'mon, pig-tail, training time."
Mousse and his goofy grin took Ranma's place at the board.
It took all of an hour of solid training before Ranma's ego overpowered the rest of his brain.
This author didn't think he'd make it half that time. Jackass.
They were training as girls, since Ranma and Akane thought it was 'safer' that way. Ranma had started touching places her hands really weren't supposed to be going. Feather-light strokes were the order of the day. Ranma said she was practicing control while Akane was working on her defense. Ranma found holes in Akane's defense everywhere, and it annoyed Akane that a blindfolded Ranma could still beat her.
The fact that her hands kept brushing into the, ahem, worst possible places was making Akane extremely irritable.
touch
And aroused.
"Dammit, Ranma, do you know what that was?"
"Huh? Did I do it again? I'm sorry!" Sorry that you keep objecting.
Akane was fine with the touches that landed on her torso, legs, arms, or even her head, but dammit, the fingers against her breasts were grating on her nerves, and other places. Despite her best efforts, her temper was flaring. And Ranma knew it.
"Akane, if you don't stay in control, you've already lost. Get angry! But don't get all filled with rage! Anger can help, but if you lose control of it, you lose the fight."
Well, in a real fight, I don't think I'm going to have to worry about my opponent trying to stroke my nipples, you moron! But you- ahh! "Ranma!"
"Oops." I should have done this ages ago.
Her temper finally got the better of her, and Akane swung wildly, and found herself pinned facedown to the floor, underneath her fiancée. She swore.
"See? You were doing fine until that last punch."
"I'm trying! And get your hand off of that!" He's blindfolded, he doesn't know what he's hitting, he doesn't know what he's grabbing… It had become the mantra for her sparring.
Ranma squeezed gently, eliciting a gasp from her partner. "You loved it this morning," she whispered in her ear.
"That was different, you were slee-" Akane blinked. "What?!"
"It wasn't me who put my hand under your panties," Ranma teased. Payback! Payback! Ranma was in a better mood than she had been in for longer than she could remember.
"You were awake?!"
"Before you were," Ranma confirmed.
"rrrrrrrraaaaaaaAAAANNNMMMAAAAA!!!!!"
Ranma laughed, released Akane, and bolted for the door, spilling a kettle over his head as he went. Akane's shrieks of outrage followed.
Mousse turned out to be quite a challenge, both for his skills in the game, and for his ability to sneak pieces off of the board and into his sleeves even when Soun was looking. Soun was about to complete a very complicated series of moves that might have brought Mousse's game to an end when Ranma's foot slammed into the middle of the board.
"Sorry!" he called over his shoulder.
"Now what was that about?" Soun asked.
"I can guess," Mousse replied.
A second later, a mallet-wielding Akane raced through the room, using the shogi game as a springboard to chase Ranma.
"COME BACK HERE AND TAKE YOUR PUNISHMENT, PERVERT-BOY!!"
"New game?"
"Sure." Mousse began collecting the scattered pieces, while Soun started setting up the ones still on the board.
"How do I look? Does this fit well?" Kasumi asked. She was in light-colored flower-print kimono, very light pink with shades of light blue and white on the flowers.
"You look lovely! It doesn't even need to be altered!" Konatsu assured her.
"Are you certain?"
Ranma raced by the open door, full barrel, blowing a wind through the room with his passing. It ruffled both of their kimonos and blew their hair around.
"Definitely. How should we do your hair?"
"DIE, RANMA!!" Akane screamed as she shot by.
"Oh, I think I should like to have it up tonight."
"Wonderful. I think I have a nice pair of lacquered chopsticks that match that outfit."
"…AND ANOTHER THING, HOW IS RANMA EVER GOING TO SEE A CAT WITHOUT SCREAMING AGAIN?! HE HAD ONE AS A PET BEFORE HE LEFT!!"
"Hi, mom!"
"Hello, son.
"Bye, mom!
"Bye son."
"HOLD STILL, HENTAI!!"
"Hello, Akane."
"Hello, Mrs. Saotome!"
"Bye, Akane."
"Bye, Mrs. Saotome! COME HERE AND DIE!!"
"AND IF YOU THINK FOR ONE SECOND THAT YOU'RE GOING TO ESCPAPE-!!"
"NO, NODOKA, PLEASE, NOT THE LEG AGAIN, NOT THE- AHHH!!"
"It doesn't matter, all that matters is that you still owe me 4,000 yen from the last Saotome-Kuno match," Nabiki told the person on the other end of the phone. "Yes, it was 3,750, but that was last month, and your interest has piled up."
thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump outside her door, heading down the hall.
"Well, we might be able to reach some kind of agreement. I do have a certain fight video that I'll need distributed. Now, how much did you say you have available?"
thump-thump-thump "SQUASH THE PERVERT!!" thump-thump-thump
"Those sounds are none of your business. Now, 1,500 yen will be fine, if you can have ten copies of the video ready for me the day after tomorrow…"
Nabiki was so glad she had paid her for her sister's room to be soundproofed tomorrow as the thumps raced down the hall.
"… but the copies must be high quality, not the cheap reproductions you tried to filch onto me last time. It's only ten minutes or so in length, so that should not be a problem, understand?"
Akane finally trapped Ranma in the furo. He was perched on the far edge of the bathtub, and had the smirk on his face that drove Akane right up the wall (even further, that is).
"Heeeeere, Ranma," Akane growled, brandishing the mallet, "Nice Ranma, good Ranma, hold still and die." She swung, and Ranma jumped off the edge, landing in the stall used to scrub and wash off, spilling a bucket of cold water. She laughed, pressed against the corner.
What is Ranma laughing at?!
From the back of her mind came a faint whisper. let's play some more Akane this is fun
Fun?! Fun?! Does he think I'm playing?!
"C'mon, Akane, don't tell me you've given up!"
yes don't give up I want to play some more do it again it's great training let play
A game. Just another, stupid, childish game. And she was really trying to hurt Ranma. Again. Just like this morning. The angry look vanished from Akane's face, replaced by one of hurt, and sadness as she dropped the mallet. Just how many times had she mistaken Ranma's teasing as honest attempts to hurt her?
oh lots but don't stop now this time you're playing back and it's speed and combat training too
Akane looked into the blindfolded and smiling face of Ranma, and wondered how she could make it up to him.
play
"What's wrong?"
with
"Little tomboy give up…"
me
"… because she can't catch me?"
Akane
"Maybe you're just too slow."
"DIE, RANMA!!" Akane roared as she dove at her in a flying tackle.
Nabiki frowned. Maybe she should see if the soundproofers could come today. Jeez, getting together, and they're still at each other's throats. She slipped on a pair of headphones, and cranked the volume, drowning out Ranma's howling. She turned back to her monthly budget.
In the bathroom, Ranma continued howling.
"DIE, RANMA!! DIE LAUGHING!!"
"HA HA HA HA HA!! PLEASE, NO - HA HA HA HA - MORE TICKING!!"
"Squirm, pervert-boy, squirm!!" Ranma was currently a girl, but whatever. She was trapped under Akane, who had her pinned down and was tickling her sides.
"Kachu Tenshin - HA HA HA - Amaguriken - HA HA HA HA – Tickle Attack!!"
Akane shrieked and tried to run, but never made it. "No - HA HA HA HA - fair!!"
"Anything Goes! Die laughing, Akane!" Ranma pinned Akane to the floor, sitting on her legs. Her fingers raced across her fiancée, searching out new tickling parts.
"HA HA HA - STOP!! - HA HA HA HA HA!!"
"Squirm, pervert-girl, squirm!"
"NOOO!!! HA HA HA HA HA HA!!"
"Give up, Akane!"
"Never! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
"Give up, or I'll never stop!" Her fingers raced even faster.
"I give, I give!" Akane squeaked between laughs.
"Couldn't hear you, you're laughing too much!"
"I GIVE!!" Ranma stopped tickling, and Akane immediately reach out to resume her attack, but Ranma grabbed her wrists, and held them to the floor.
"I win!" Ranma laughed. "I always win!"
Akane glared, before smiling. If Ranma could see it, she would probably have run for her life.
Ranma was happy. For once, she and Akane were just… playing around, and she knew that she wasn't going to hit her.
"I win!" he declared, after pinning Akane to the ground by her wrists. "I always win!"
She knew Akane had put up a good fight, and was about to congratulate her on keeping up (Ranma had been running pretty fast), when Akane whispered in her ear, "Don't be so sure of that, Ranma."
Before Ranma could ask what that meant, he felt Akane's legs sliding up in between hers, heading higher.
"Akane, what are you-" Ranma was cut off when she gasped, as Akane's knee found it's place right between her legs, and Akane started grinding it right up against her. Ranma's back arched, and her hips ground against Akane's knee against her control. Ranma groaned-
And was slammed onto her back, with Akane pinning her hands to the ground, and Ranma found her own legs trapped underneath Akane's, crossed so she couldn't pull the same trick.
"I win, Ranma," Akane giggled, and dove down for a kiss before Ranma could say anything.
1… 2… 3… 4… Akane counted, then yanked her head back before the potion could kick in. She jumped up, and left Ranma dazed on the floor, wondering what the hell had just happened.
"We can play again later," Akane said, and shut the door on her way out.
Ranma slowly sat up, feeling confused. "Yeah… um, ok…" She shook her head, and decided she needed a very cold shower.
In her room, Akane pulled out a bottle from under her bed, grinning from ear to ear. Nothing like wining, she told herself as she unscrewed the cap. Revenge is mine!
She peered inside, then blinked in surprise.
"Blue," she whispered.
A/N
I tried to get this chapter online before I went to work, but I guess was having problems, or something. Eh.