Chapter 7
Ryouga Hibiki was first time since that dreadful event somewhat more at ease. Being part of a family once more during those years in the Amazon village had made that little event come true with great results on his average psychic wellness level…
Looking over the pier area Ryouga was smiling mildly. The understanding that she had come to face over the duration of time that she'd spent with the Amazons in China had made many things different to her. She wasn't the same person anymore… However this time it was for the better. She more often than not stayed female though the reason would be that she was equally comfortable in either shape rather than in hiding because of events taking a toll on her pride.
"I am better off this way…" Smiling at the waves braking the shore she turned about not really looking off in the direction she paced in…
Ranma Satome was in a dire situation. Or that was his interpretation of the sum of all events taking place at the dinner table. Soun Tendo the head of the family had finally managed to gather all the related parties at the dinner table in the Tv room and the full extent of their little visit had been revealed to him… Well he hadn't been the one to figure it out but Nabiki Tendo had showed some extra interest in him and given him a 'pre-nuptial gift'. He still hadn't figured out the meaning of that yet.
Then of cours Genma had added 'her' little lies in order to further coerce the union of the schools and had been hard at work trying to show off the 'unworthyness' of his son for neglecting family honor…
'Damn I'd punched you out if it weren't for that impossible special move! GRAAAHH!' Ranma was doing his best to sleep of the frustration from the days events. Genma was still in female form and snoring loudly. But for some reason Ranma couldn't gather the energy to punch her out or something. 'I'll just listen for the duration…' When Ranma finally dosed off he did so imagining things that he didn't fully understand…………………………….!
Kasumi Tendo had put so much out on the line for some of the Ranma 'package' as she had come to label it as. However she hadn't been able to fall asleep with a sound conclusion to draw from the events of the day. 'How dreadful yet so INVIGORATING!' Imagining herself pumping a fist up in the air in a show of pride she was smiling a very small somewhat misaligned smile.
"OUCH!" Cramping from the 'unnatural' movement of her facial musculature she had to head off to the bathroom. Well inside she noticed the light coming from the dojo. Ignoring it for the moment she washed her face off to take care of the stinging pain from the 'cramp'. She could notice several things in her face that weren't there the day previously…
"Oh my!" Eeping at her boldness she could find the fruits of her unexpected labors… A reddish tint was seemingly ever present and there were hints of dimples forming at just the right places. She was reverting to her teen self! Quietly holding in a breath she face the biggest of her fears still from her teens… Closing her eyes Kasumi relinquished herself of the last obstacle remaining between her and her most sacred of dreams. The cloth fell easily to the ground soundlessly and did little to warrant any attention to that of her thoughts.
She didn't open her eyes as she as she embraced her 'gifts' in her little test. As was part of how she did things after that little red beans and rice event she clasped her a-----s between her thumb and her left index finger. Pushing inwards she assessed her fears of sagging. 'Not even close!' She had to focus inwardly as she repeated the procedure on the right hand side. Taking a firm grip on the graspable frontsides of each she motioned her hands inwards in a circular motion to assess the overall shape and voulume.
She had to restrain her inner mind from taking over and exerting an intriguing visualizing set of events before redressing still with her eyes closed. Opening her eyes after her little 'test' she practically oozed a very different kind of confidence… "I guess that I'll find out whether theirs more endurance in the Saotome boy than in that Tofu rascal!"
Giggling at her fortune she skivvied of to bed! There were other ways of improving sleep patterns!
THE NEXT DAY
Ranma Saotome was the best martial artist of his generation yet there had been things that made that claim somewhat weaker…
"DAMN YOU OYAJI!" Waking up in the Tendo yard heading for the pond in the moring hours was one of those events that could make a man question the infallible skills that one might possess… 'Ehh? I am the GREATEST!'
"Some time the ego of that boy is a bit too much" Genma exclaimed upon seeing his only son and heir fall from battle ready to flying stupidly into the pond and thereafter start daydreamin indiscriminately…
Ranma didn't manage to not even feel the breeze of the punch that followed in the wake of his most honorable 'father?'… "WOAH?" 'When did she get that FAST?' Bending backwards more in reflex than in actual dodging attempt Ranma used the momentum from his move too land a top one of the ponds rocks. 'She can't reach mer from here..'
Genma had returned from the stance. 'These techniques are supposed to be sealed!' She was shivering in the full understanding of events… 'I'll have to train this side to retain my former control.' Holding in a growl she was visibly flushing from the strain. 'DAMN!'
Ranma didn't see the punch… He dodged by almost slipping on the slick surface of the pond rock. "CALM DOWN OYAJI!" He couldn't afford to not take his father seriously there was something quite different about the whole level of this morning spar altogether!
Genma Saotome was a lazy 'male' martial artist before becoming cursed. Things had changed after that little event in China. Her female martial artist had some other attributes besides being quite comely and profitable. It was ambitious… 'Damn… I want to win!'
"PREPARE TO LOOSE!" The smile on her face was enough to disarm an army of a thousand men…
Ranma Saotome never had a mother do anything to him. As things were Genma had done his part in replacing that figure. There were things that were most assuredly wicked with how Ranma thought of the opposite sex as a result of that little aspect of his remembered years. To him the time spent with his 'father' had taken on a different tone when they had been in China. Looking at the things taking place in front of him there was little that he could do to suppress the avalanche of feelings upon seeing that final facial mask fall off… He was happy for her. 'You look happy Oyaji-chan…'
The unleashed right hook that took him by