Here is the long awaited continuation of Neko's Mate. No action, but some character growth. Since I wasn't able to find a cannon name for the Tendo matriarch, I used the name Mariko.
I hereby claim complete and total lack of ownership towards the characters, settings and names of events used in this story. I own nothing accept the idea of putting said characters into those situations I have created for them.
I will be posting any lemons stories I happen to write, including the neko's mate lemons at the Title of Neko's Mate. Should have them up soon. Thanks to everyone who wrote and mentioned the places could post them.
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Akane giggled as she watched Neko-Ranma prancing around the yard playfully. She'd gotten home from school to find her fiancee in his cursed form chasing the falling leaves from the tree in the yard. Kasumi had called the school, who had let her know that Ranma was in the neko-ken, but that he seemed happy to just play around in the yard and beat on on their fathers, who had been gone one a 'training' trip by the time she returned home. She had wanted to return home and snap Ranma out of it, but after their talk a few days before, she knew that Ranma wanted to try and get more comfortable with his neko state. Especially since he could remember everything they'd done that day while he was under the neko ken.
She blushed as she feltt a now familiar rising heat in her body. The feeling was enough to attract the attention of nekoRanma who stopped chasing bugs and turned to look at her. Even from across the yard, Akane could recognize the look that filled Ranma's face, though she had not had a chance to see it on Ranmachan's face yet. The few times they'd been . . . intimate since that day, Ranma had stayed male. Not because either of them were scared of trying anything when Ranma was a girl, just that the way things had been going, Ranma had been when they'd made love. While both of them were growing more curious about that aspect of their relationship, they were still adjusting to the changes in their life to force any furter changes.
She smiled as Ranma came bouncing over, doing her best to stay in control. She might be curious about what it would be like to make love to Ranmachan, but she didn't think that now was the time to satisfy her curiosity. They needed more time to get used to being together in that way before they tried any more . . . advanced methods. So instead of giving into the urge to throw her arms around her fiancee and kiss the other girl silly, she simply threw one arm over her shoulder and scratched the redhead behind the ear.
She was grateful that for Ranma's part, the girl only placed her head on Akane's knees and curled up around her feet, purring in happiness while batting at her sock covered toes. Akane giggled a bit about that, having long since gotten used to nekoRanma's weird obsession with attacking her toes. She wondered why the cat side of Ranma felt that the wriggly little things were a danger to her, but as long as Ranma didn't try and bite them off or anything, she was mostly just amused by the habit.
She looked over the yard, feeling a sense of contentment as she took in the sight of her beloved homestead. She had never really taken the time to apprecieate everything her family had until Ranma had come into their lifes. She might have lost her mother much too eaarly, but Ranma had suffered far worse during his time, and had always seemed so happy until all the fiancee mess started to really grow out of control. She had lost sight of what really mattered for a while as her jealousy caused her to mistreat and abuse Ranma's friendship.
As horrible as the nekoken training was, she couldn't help but be grateful that Ranma had gone through it, for she owed the new openess and trust between her and Ranma to his neko state. Without it, he would not have been able to tell her how he felt, and she would have been too shy to tell him without going into a jealous rant about his other fiancees. He was more free and open while under the effects of the nekoken.
She continued to pet Ranma, who seemed to slowly drift off to sleep, the gentle purring turning into soft breathing, and Akane knew that Ranma would be back to human when she awoke. She stopped petting her and instead put her arm across her back, her hand gently squeezing her shoulder as she continued to watch the yard, memories of both before Ranma and after flashing in her mind. The peaceful setting allowed her to finally release some of the grief she'd bottled up over the years since her mother's death, and for the first time since she was 6 years old, she allowed the tears to run from her eyes and felt no pain as she shifted through the few clear memories of her mother.
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Kasumi watched from the engawa entrance as her youngest sister and her cursed fiancee snuggled together on the steps. She'd been watching the two since Akane had arrived home from school. She had been startled earlier that afternoon to see the red haired girl bounding over the entrance, a large fish held in her mouth. She had smiled at the sight and recalled that Omanesan had mentioned that Ranma was welcome to stop by his stall for a snack any time the pig-tailed martial artist shifted into his neko state. Crime had virtually disappeared since the arrival of the amazing youth and his equally talented friends and enemies, and the normal activities of groups like the Yakuza had dried up seemingly over night.
For despite their on-going feuds and rivalries, any of the local martial artists would team up to demonstrate a little community spirit in the form of object lessons with the less honorable members of society. After having dozens of their men beaten to a pulp and placed into police custody, the organised groups had pulled out of Nerima. There had been a few attempts at retaliation, but with artists capable of lifting cars, pulling out telephone poles to use as a weapon in a fight, and both throwing and being thrown throught brick, concrete and cement like they were tissue paper-not to mention fast enough to dodge bullets(Ranma, Shampoo, Cologne) or too densely structured(Ryoga) for bullets to penetrate, they had realised they were out of their league.
The businesses in the small community were willing to put up with the occassional power outage or structural damage thanks to the presence of what Nabiki had jokingly called the Nerima Wrecking crew. The name ahd been adopted instantly by the rest of the community and it had become a source of pride to exhibit any damage done to your establishment by members of the NWC. Despite damaged facilities, business usually rose after one of the myriad fights between the various NWC members as the owners took advantage of natural curiosity. Each hole, broken table, shattered window was added to list at each business and people would take long lunches or bring their families to various restaurants they might not have visitted before to here the latest story in the on-going saga of the various love/hate relationships among the group.
Kasumi smiled and wiped her hands with a cloth, before moving silently out onto the deck and moving to take a seat beside her sister. She might not be able to see Akane's face, but she could read her imoutochan's body language as well as her own, and could also see the streaks of sorrow in her aura. Akane was crying, and judging from the deep color and shrinking size of the streaks, she could easily hazard a guess why the younger woman was so sad. She sat down and placed a loving arm around her imouto's shoulders bracing her incase she wasn't ready to speak.
Akane turned to look as her sister sat beside her, a bright smile lighting her face despite the tears running down her cheeks. "I miss mother." she said simply, only a sampling of the pain she'd once felt in her voice. "I wonder if she'd like Ranma?"
Kasumi's smile grew. "Oh, Akane. I miss her too. A little more each day, but that's okay. It's not wrong to miss mother, but she wouldn't want us to give up our lives to be trapped in the past and in the pain ofher death. She would want us to look to the future and to live our lives with happiness knowing that one day, we will be together again." She looked down at the dozing red head. "I think she would have loved Ranma and been proud to have him in our family. I know she would be happy that you have found someone who makes you so happy and who loves you so much." Kasumi paused for a moment, not wishing to upset her sister with the next few words. "Mother would also understand that grief lessens as time passes and she would understand and approve of your setting aside the pain of her loss to allow room in your heart for love to grow. She would be most upset with father for his behaviour over the last few years."
Akane smile grew as she listened to her sister. "I like to think she would too. That she woudl understand, I mean. Not that she'd be upset with Daddy." She looked down at the soft red hair she'd been petting a few moments ago. "One day, long from now, I'll be able to introduce her to Ranma."
Kasumi smiled and the two Tendo daughters looked out into the yard, gazing at the beautiful work done by their ancestors. "Mother planted the tree, you know? When she was younger then you are now." Kasumi stated, knowing that with the lessening of her pain, Akane was finally ready to hear stories regarding their mother as they had been todl to Kasumi by her and their other family members. "When she and father married, he took her name. It was the only way grandfather would let them marry since father's name was tainted from the time he'd trained with Happosai and Grandfather didn't want anyone who didn't already know about him to associate our family with the Higami Soun who had becomed a reknowned thief and agent of the government."
Akane gave a small laugh and asked for more details. Kasumi was happy to provide them. They spent the rest of the afternoon, until sunset, sitting on the deck stairs, Kasumi telling her sister stories about their mother. Ranma woke and sat up, listening carefully so as not to bother the two. When they noticed that the other girl was awake, Akane simply pulled her into a hug and placed a gentle kiss on Ranma's cheek. Sometime during a story about the first time their mother met Genma, Nabiki came home and joined them, curling up on the other side of Kasumi and the four girls simply sat, enjoying each other's comforting presence and stories of the life of Tendo Mariko as told of lovingly by her eldest daughter to her younger siblings and the youngest girl's fiancee.
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AN:
Well, I hope you like this. I know it's been a long time since there was a new Neko's mate, and with all the reviews and requests I've had recently for more, I was finally able to come up with one I liked. But sadly, don't expect too much of me on this story. This is, as I once mentioned, something of a transatory work for me, something to write while I come up with ideas for my other stories.
As I was starting to write this, I finally came up with a decent story for a Ranmachan/Akane lemon. It's actually gonna start the same as this one, but will branch into a lemon when Ranma moves to Akane and Akane starts petting her.