The Art of War
"He will win who knows when to fight and when not to fight."
Day two. Akane growled at Ranma's inconsideration. All day she had to sit in class, glaring at any girl that dared ask her what was with the trenchcoat, and throttling any boy outright who did the same. On top of that, even if she wasn't wearing anything under it, it was pretty damn warm in it.
Of course, Ranma disappeared yesterday, and didn't even have the guts to show up to class today, making all her suffering for naught. Nabiki ended up staying home because of her hangover, which would have been an advantage in this competition for Akane, while Ukyo would be serving detention for harboring pornographic material in school, which may prove to be yet another advantage. Unfortunately for the youngest Tendou daughter, she had yet to find the jerk.
"Auntie Saotome?" Akane asked sweetly.
"I still haven't seen him," Ranma's mother replied, sighing, "Just be patient, he'll turn up eventually." Not wanting to hear that reply, Akane grumbled and stormed off.
"She's in a mood," Nodoka observe, "and I wonder why she's still wearing that trenchcoat, the weather is sweltering today." At that thought, she brought her cup of tea back to her mouth to take another sip.
"Auntie Saotome?"
Sighing once again, Nodoka postponed her sip, and acknowledged Kasumi, "Sorry, dear, Ranma hasn't turned up yet."
"Oh," the eldest Tendou Daughter responded, frowning, "Would you please let me know when he does show up? I would like to... talk to him, please."
"Of course," Nodoka answered. Kasumi smiled, nodded, and went back into the kitchen.
"Auntie Saotome?"
"Shouldn't you be in bed still?" Nodoka enquired with an arched tone, "If you were not feeling well enough to go to school, I believe it would be best if you remained in bed until you understand the fails of consuming such large quantities of alcohol?"
Nabiki grimaced, chagrinned over her punishment, "Well, I was wondering if Ranma had turned up yet."
"No, as popular as my son seems to be right now, he is still unavailable," Mrs. Saotome replied, "Now, back to your room, young lady." With a groan, Nabiki headed back upstairs.
"Mrs. Saotome."
Nodoka's eye twitched, before her smile was back in place, "Ms. Ninomiya, this is a pleasant surprise. How is my son doing in his English class?"
"I'm afraid I missed his gorgeou-... er, his presence in my class today. He apparently didn't show up for school."
"You don't say," Nodoka replied, dryly, "It sounded as much from the four phonecalls you had made during the course of the day."
"Well, I would have contacted you more often, but I feared becoming a nuisance," The brunette woman holding a fishbowl with two fighting fish apologised.
"That was... appreciated," The Saotome matriarch stated, eyeing her cooling cup of tea longingly.
"Has he shown up yet? I would like to... personally... address his delenquence."
Nodoka favored the deviously grinning teacher with a hooded gaze, "It's admirable that you would choose to take a personal interest in my son, but he is still unavailable. Maybe you should return at another time?" With a pout, Hinako nodded, and left, letting herself out as she had let herself in.
"Shampoo bring too, too-"
"He's not here," Nodoka quipped. Shampoo pouted cutely, and left.
"Is Ranma-hon-"
"Try your restaurant," Nodoka interjected, her mouth still poised over her cup of tea.
"Ranma-darlin-"
"Go away," Nodoka simply commanded.
"The nerve," Kodachi shorted, before heading off to look elsewhere.
"Good day, Mr. Tendou."
Nodoka took several moments, before she realized the young Chinese man was addressing her, "I'm afraid I'm not Mr. Tendou."
"I apologise, Kasumi, have you seen Ranma recently?"
"My son is currently hiding under the table," Nodoka stated, finally able to take a sample of her beverage; not a bad blend, really, and the aroma was simply intoxicating.
"MOM!!!" Ranma shouted, poking his head from under the table.
"You only told me that the girls were not to know where you were," Nodoka replied, apologetically, while a bit taken back by her son's irritation.
"RANMA, MY LOVE!" Mousse proclaimed; his cry like a howl alerting every wolf in the immidiate area.
"RANMA, YOU JERK!"
"RANMA-HON!"
"O-HOHOHOHOHOOOOO!!"
"You naughty delinquent! You deserve a spanking!"
"AIREN PISSING SHAMPOO OFF."
"Ranma, oh there you are! i'm preparing soba noodles and tempura shrimp. I'm afraid we're out of clean dipping saucers, so you'll just have to use my navel."
Everyone stopped, and looked at Kasumi. The eldest Tendou daughter then wrung her hands nervously at the attention, "Well... I'm sanitary..."
"THE PERVERT'S GETTING AWAY!" Akane shouted, pointing to Ranma sprinting for the gate walls as if he were running from armageddon.
"I'll take care of that," Hinako proclaimed, "HAPPO FIVE YEN RETU-"
She didn't complete her attack, as she was dogpiled by all the other women. "No! If you zap him we'll NEVER get him to perform!" Nabiki warned. Nobody bothered to correct Nabiki in the fact that they didn't have to go that far.
Nodoka watched as the girls and Chinese boy ran after her son, beeming with pride. Her son was definently manly to attract so many admirers. Of couse with his looks, his skills, his concern for honor, his rippling... taunt muscles, his rougish smirk, those strong, youthful hands of his that could grip her in a vice she couldn't break free of, allowing him to do with her as he plea-
Nodoka paused, holding the cup of tea to her mouth, realizing how much she had begun to fantasize about he own son.
"Attack him where he is unprepared, appear where you are not expected."
Ranma was grateful for the sleep he had managed to get, even if his mother kept coming in and checking on him every so often, watching him sleep when she thought he wasn't awake, petting his hair gently as her breathing became slightly irregular... he would have to ask her to drop by Dr. Tofu's to make sure she wasn't coming down with something. Regardless, he was now able to think a lot straighter, and able to wrap his mind around things without losing too much bloodflow to the brain. As was yesterday, the girls were acting like sex staved rapid hounds, intent on subduing him for their lustful intentions. Ranma idly thought that most guys would immidiately stop running at the realization.
Ranma's thoughts were interrupted by kick that nearly pinned him between a foot and a stone wall if he had been an instance slower to evade. Ranma watched the leg intently, before realizing he was probably focusing too much on the supple, pantyhosed appendage, complete with a blue garter belt and hand trailing tantilizingly up to the end of the split in the dress that concluded at the thigh an down to the shapely and firm calf.
"You like what you see, Son-in-law?" The owner of the leg enquired, favoring the pigtailed young man with a sultry smile.
Ranma immidiately tuned to the woman's face, expecting Shampoo's Grandmother. Confusion set in, before he recognized her. In that instance, the image of an old woman superimposed over the gorgeous foreign lady.
Shampoo, Akane, Ukyo, Kodachi, and Hinako came upon a somewhat familiar blue haired woman, rolling around the ground and laughing hysterically. At the moment, what she was doing didn't concern them too much.
"Have you seen a pigtailed man, about sixteen, sculpted chest, butt to die for, and a cute smile come by here?" Ukyo enquired. In the midst of her gasping, wheezing breaths, the blue haired woman pointed down the street.
"Thanks a bunch!" Ukyo gave the woman a gateful beeming smile, before they all made a mad dash towards their appointed destination.
From the rooftops, Tarou did a fitting imitation of the blue haired woman down below. This was sincerely the best entertainment he had ever had. It was just too priceless, and he knew at the first opportunity he needed to go buy a camcorder. The thing would easily pay for itself multiple times over if he were to sell the video.
"Alright, Pantyhose Jerk, let's talk!"
Tarou immidiately stopped, as the humor nearly drained out of him, "Femboy, taking a break from your performance? Just when the show was getting really good, too!"
Ranma narrowed his eyes, and cracked his knuckles, "Alright, you're gonna tell me what's going on, and how you're gonna make it stop!"
Tarou simply folded his arms and smirked, "Believe me, girly-man, if I could take credit for this whole debaucle, I would."
"Don't give me that crap!" Ranma demanded, launching into a lunging punch which Tarou quickly parried with an open palm, "The girls start acting loopy, and you're in town. What is it, some kind of love potion?"
Tarou shifted to defend the twelth attack Ranma was about to deliver, before he paused. Ranma noticed his opponent suddenly went rigid and looked at his face. What he found there, was an expression of a man trying his damndest not to crack.
Tarou fell to the floor, failing miserably.
"IT'S NOT FUNNY, YOU FREAK!!!" Ranma proclaimed, tightening his fists until his knuckles turned white.
"Oh my, there he is, with that Tarou boy."
"RANMA! I FEEL LIKE HELL, AND SO HELP ME, YOU'RE GONNA RECTIFY IT!!!"
Ranma gulped, from the demanding, lustful, and anticipating expressions both Nabiki and Kasumi were wearing, Ranma figured exactly how he was supposed to pay.
Yup, Tarou would be getting that vid camera as soon as possible.
"He will win who knows when to fight and when not to fight."
Day two. Akane growled at Ranma's inconsideration. All day she had to sit in class, glaring at any girl that dared ask her what was with the trenchcoat, and throttling any boy outright who did the same. On top of that, even if she wasn't wearing anything under it, it was pretty damn warm in it.
Of course, Ranma disappeared yesterday, and didn't even have the guts to show up to class today, making all her suffering for naught. Nabiki ended up staying home because of her hangover, which would have been an advantage in this competition for Akane, while Ukyo would be serving detention for harboring pornographic material in school, which may prove to be yet another advantage. Unfortunately for the youngest Tendou daughter, she had yet to find the jerk.
"Auntie Saotome?" Akane asked sweetly.
"I still haven't seen him," Ranma's mother replied, sighing, "Just be patient, he'll turn up eventually." Not wanting to hear that reply, Akane grumbled and stormed off.
"She's in a mood," Nodoka observe, "and I wonder why she's still wearing that trenchcoat, the weather is sweltering today." At that thought, she brought her cup of tea back to her mouth to take another sip.
"Auntie Saotome?"
Sighing once again, Nodoka postponed her sip, and acknowledged Kasumi, "Sorry, dear, Ranma hasn't turned up yet."
"Oh," the eldest Tendou Daughter responded, frowning, "Would you please let me know when he does show up? I would like to... talk to him, please."
"Of course," Nodoka answered. Kasumi smiled, nodded, and went back into the kitchen.
"Auntie Saotome?"
"Shouldn't you be in bed still?" Nodoka enquired with an arched tone, "If you were not feeling well enough to go to school, I believe it would be best if you remained in bed until you understand the fails of consuming such large quantities of alcohol?"
Nabiki grimaced, chagrinned over her punishment, "Well, I was wondering if Ranma had turned up yet."
"No, as popular as my son seems to be right now, he is still unavailable," Mrs. Saotome replied, "Now, back to your room, young lady." With a groan, Nabiki headed back upstairs.
"Mrs. Saotome."
Nodoka's eye twitched, before her smile was back in place, "Ms. Ninomiya, this is a pleasant surprise. How is my son doing in his English class?"
"I'm afraid I missed his gorgeou-... er, his presence in my class today. He apparently didn't show up for school."
"You don't say," Nodoka replied, dryly, "It sounded as much from the four phonecalls you had made during the course of the day."
"Well, I would have contacted you more often, but I feared becoming a nuisance," The brunette woman holding a fishbowl with two fighting fish apologised.
"That was... appreciated," The Saotome matriarch stated, eyeing her cooling cup of tea longingly.
"Has he shown up yet? I would like to... personally... address his delenquence."
Nodoka favored the deviously grinning teacher with a hooded gaze, "It's admirable that you would choose to take a personal interest in my son, but he is still unavailable. Maybe you should return at another time?" With a pout, Hinako nodded, and left, letting herself out as she had let herself in.
"Shampoo bring too, too-"
"He's not here," Nodoka quipped. Shampoo pouted cutely, and left.
"Is Ranma-hon-"
"Try your restaurant," Nodoka interjected, her mouth still poised over her cup of tea.
"Ranma-darlin-"
"Go away," Nodoka simply commanded.
"The nerve," Kodachi shorted, before heading off to look elsewhere.
"Good day, Mr. Tendou."
Nodoka took several moments, before she realized the young Chinese man was addressing her, "I'm afraid I'm not Mr. Tendou."
"I apologise, Kasumi, have you seen Ranma recently?"
"My son is currently hiding under the table," Nodoka stated, finally able to take a sample of her beverage; not a bad blend, really, and the aroma was simply intoxicating.
"MOM!!!" Ranma shouted, poking his head from under the table.
"You only told me that the girls were not to know where you were," Nodoka replied, apologetically, while a bit taken back by her son's irritation.
"RANMA, MY LOVE!" Mousse proclaimed; his cry like a howl alerting every wolf in the immidiate area.
"RANMA, YOU JERK!"
"RANMA-HON!"
"O-HOHOHOHOHOOOOO!!"
"You naughty delinquent! You deserve a spanking!"
"AIREN PISSING SHAMPOO OFF."
"Ranma, oh there you are! i'm preparing soba noodles and tempura shrimp. I'm afraid we're out of clean dipping saucers, so you'll just have to use my navel."
Everyone stopped, and looked at Kasumi. The eldest Tendou daughter then wrung her hands nervously at the attention, "Well... I'm sanitary..."
"THE PERVERT'S GETTING AWAY!" Akane shouted, pointing to Ranma sprinting for the gate walls as if he were running from armageddon.
"I'll take care of that," Hinako proclaimed, "HAPPO FIVE YEN RETU-"
She didn't complete her attack, as she was dogpiled by all the other women. "No! If you zap him we'll NEVER get him to perform!" Nabiki warned. Nobody bothered to correct Nabiki in the fact that they didn't have to go that far.
Nodoka watched as the girls and Chinese boy ran after her son, beeming with pride. Her son was definently manly to attract so many admirers. Of couse with his looks, his skills, his concern for honor, his rippling... taunt muscles, his rougish smirk, those strong, youthful hands of his that could grip her in a vice she couldn't break free of, allowing him to do with her as he plea-
Nodoka paused, holding the cup of tea to her mouth, realizing how much she had begun to fantasize about he own son.
"Attack him where he is unprepared, appear where you are not expected."
Ranma was grateful for the sleep he had managed to get, even if his mother kept coming in and checking on him every so often, watching him sleep when she thought he wasn't awake, petting his hair gently as her breathing became slightly irregular... he would have to ask her to drop by Dr. Tofu's to make sure she wasn't coming down with something. Regardless, he was now able to think a lot straighter, and able to wrap his mind around things without losing too much bloodflow to the brain. As was yesterday, the girls were acting like sex staved rapid hounds, intent on subduing him for their lustful intentions. Ranma idly thought that most guys would immidiately stop running at the realization.
Ranma's thoughts were interrupted by kick that nearly pinned him between a foot and a stone wall if he had been an instance slower to evade. Ranma watched the leg intently, before realizing he was probably focusing too much on the supple, pantyhosed appendage, complete with a blue garter belt and hand trailing tantilizingly up to the end of the split in the dress that concluded at the thigh an down to the shapely and firm calf.
"You like what you see, Son-in-law?" The owner of the leg enquired, favoring the pigtailed young man with a sultry smile.
Ranma immidiately tuned to the woman's face, expecting Shampoo's Grandmother. Confusion set in, before he recognized her. In that instance, the image of an old woman superimposed over the gorgeous foreign lady.
Shampoo, Akane, Ukyo, Kodachi, and Hinako came upon a somewhat familiar blue haired woman, rolling around the ground and laughing hysterically. At the moment, what she was doing didn't concern them too much.
"Have you seen a pigtailed man, about sixteen, sculpted chest, butt to die for, and a cute smile come by here?" Ukyo enquired. In the midst of her gasping, wheezing breaths, the blue haired woman pointed down the street.
"Thanks a bunch!" Ukyo gave the woman a gateful beeming smile, before they all made a mad dash towards their appointed destination.
From the rooftops, Tarou did a fitting imitation of the blue haired woman down below. This was sincerely the best entertainment he had ever had. It was just too priceless, and he knew at the first opportunity he needed to go buy a camcorder. The thing would easily pay for itself multiple times over if he were to sell the video.
"Alright, Pantyhose Jerk, let's talk!"
Tarou immidiately stopped, as the humor nearly drained out of him, "Femboy, taking a break from your performance? Just when the show was getting really good, too!"
Ranma narrowed his eyes, and cracked his knuckles, "Alright, you're gonna tell me what's going on, and how you're gonna make it stop!"
Tarou simply folded his arms and smirked, "Believe me, girly-man, if I could take credit for this whole debaucle, I would."
"Don't give me that crap!" Ranma demanded, launching into a lunging punch which Tarou quickly parried with an open palm, "The girls start acting loopy, and you're in town. What is it, some kind of love potion?"
Tarou shifted to defend the twelth attack Ranma was about to deliver, before he paused. Ranma noticed his opponent suddenly went rigid and looked at his face. What he found there, was an expression of a man trying his damndest not to crack.
Tarou fell to the floor, failing miserably.
"IT'S NOT FUNNY, YOU FREAK!!!" Ranma proclaimed, tightening his fists until his knuckles turned white.
"Oh my, there he is, with that Tarou boy."
"RANMA! I FEEL LIKE HELL, AND SO HELP ME, YOU'RE GONNA RECTIFY IT!!!"
Ranma gulped, from the demanding, lustful, and anticipating expressions both Nabiki and Kasumi were wearing, Ranma figured exactly how he was supposed to pay.
Yup, Tarou would be getting that vid camera as soon as possible.