Ranma the Amorous Over-sexed Nympho
Happosai viciously ravaged through his chest, the item he needed to mold the perfect heir to the Master School of Anything Goes Martial Arts was to be found inside. The contest had been but a ruse to see exactly how far in the great arts of perversion that Ranma would go. The levels reached had greatly impressed Happosai. The problem is the male Ranma was sort of a sexless wimp, while the female Ranma was a living dynamo of sexuality that could energize anything she came in contact with. Things needed to be the other way around.
"AHA!" the ancient pervert's eyes lit up at the item in his hands, a wooden hairpin that seemed rather plain looking if not for the merry looking satyr sitting on a jeweled apple. Happosai chuckled as he pocketed the object; all that was left was to find Ranma.
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The gentle looking man leafed through a book as he waited for his latest patient. His bispectacles reflected a bit of light from the small reading lamp that softly lit the almost evergreen walls of the room. Several items on the wall reflected cult memorabilia, and there was a bookshelf sporting several psychological studies of cult phenomenon and practices.
Dr. Ervin Kuaque, Esquire, looked from his reading material at the knock at the door. He checked his hair to make sure it was presentable before calling out, "Come in, please." Nabiki, Kasumi, and Soun trotted in, carrying Akane who was still bound in a fireman's ladder carry, followed calmly by Marvin. Mike opted to stay out with the car, to allow it to air out from where Nabiki had been sitting
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"Awww mannn, it's gonna be smelling like fish in here for weeks," grumbled Mike, as he sprayed another healthy dose of upholstery cleaner onto the back seat, and went to scrubbing again furiously.
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Nabiki shifted a bit, since her pants still felt more than a little damp. She would have to remember that next time she took a car ride, it was going to be in something that didn't hum so much.
"Ah, my esteemed associate, Dr. Marvin," welcomed Dr Kuaque, "I presume the bound one is the patient?"
"MY DAUGHTER'S BEEN BRAINWASHED AND HAS JOINED A CULT!" Soun wailed, after doing so well to hold it in to put up a brave front for his youngest daughter.
"Oh father, father, father," Kasumi lightly admonished, shifting slightly to support Akane more.
"Daddy, quit being so overdramatic," Nabiki snapped.
"Yes, the youngest one happens to be the one with the apparent ailment, according to Ms. Nabiki Tendou here." Nabiki nodded at mention of her name, "I wouldn't say that it goes as far as a brainwashing or..."
"Tut, tut, no need to explain," Dr. Kuaque interrupted, patting his friend on the shoulder, "I am well versed in such matters, and she sounded like a pretty straight forward case to me."
"I'm glad to hear that," Nabiki added, "How long should this take, would you say?"
"Oh," Dr Kuaque removed his bispectacles, and placed them into the breast pocket of his burgundy vest. "I don't see why it should take longer than one session..."
"I'm not CRAZY!" Akane stated thoroughly, though actually with the gag it sounded something like she was trying to suggest something kinky. Japanese through a gagged mouth is funny that way.
"Poor dear, she's mentally suffering so," the doctor stated with a sad tone.
"One session, that's a bold statement," Nabiki was starting to have some slight doubts towards the man's credibility.
"Well, I have a 100% success rate, most always in the first session, all that have taken longer were much more thorough cases than your sister seems to be," Dr Kuaque coughed and turned towards a particularly... something... painting with an intricate golden frame on the wall, "I trust you've heard of the Waco Siege?"
"Wai-ko See-ja?" A quintuple of voices came in unison, one of them muffled by a piece of clothe stuffed in her mouth.
"Never mind. Would you set the poor dear on the sofa there, and leave us alone for a while? It's much easier to cure the afflicted when no one of emotional attachment is around, you see. You can shower her with support once I'm finished. Oh, and remove the gag for me please, it would help for her to be able to communicate."
The Tendous set their youngest down, removed the gag, and shot out the room before any comments could be made by Akane.
"We'll be back around five this evening," Marvin stated, walking out and closing the door behind him.
"Well, he *seems* like he will do well enough," Nabiki commented, as they made their way down the stairs of the suite.
"Let's get one thing straight," Akane started firmly, "I'm NOT crazy!"
"Tell me, Ms. Tendou, is it okay if I call you that?" asked Dr. Kuaque, still facing away from Akane and looking directly at the rather... something... painting.
Akane nodded in response.
"Good, thank you," the psychiatrist still hadn't turned away from the excessively... something... painting, "Why is it you felt you had to be involved with an estranged group? Did you feel insignificant? That you needed the support found there?"
"Huh? What are you talking about?" Akane asked incredulously.
"Please, we're all friends here. I won't betray my confidence, it is a psychiatrist's credo, after all." The good doctor was still facing the extremely... something... painting.
"But I have nothing to say! I'm not crazy or whatever you think I a..."
"JOINING A CULT IS WRONG, WRONG, WRONG!!!!!" Dr Kuaque was suddenly looming over Akane with a wild look in his eye. His hair was sticking up at the sides like ears on a caped crusader.
Quite forgivably startled by the sudden change, Akane 'eeped' as she fell off the sofa, and used her heels to scoot herself against a wall as far as she could from the psychiatrist, staring at him with fright filled eyes.
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"Akane? Hey, yo Akane!" Ranma-chan yelled, trying to locate the raven-haired girl after she had disappeared on her. Ranma was scouting all their usual haunts; The Zoo, the old folk's home, the Hundred Yen a viewing 'theater', and now the Furinkan campus. They always came out during the weekends to assist with the weekend sports warm-ups; it was a matter of school pride. The redhead assumed Akane might have gone ahead, since it being about that time. Unfortunately, another type of disturbance was about...
::SPLASH::
"Ranma, m-boy!" Happosai greeted, sitting on Ranma's left shoulder. Otoku-Ranma went rigid as he was startled, but recovered quickly to give the old pervert a back fist off his shoulder.
"Now is that any way to treat your master?" Happosai asked, slightly up set. He brought his pipe back down from position to start smoking it again.
Ranma peeled his face out of the concrete, " You ain't my master, you old letch!"
"Why are you insulting me?" The old master asked, tears streaming from his eyes, before turning away for a full bawling. Ranma stared at the ancient pervert with more than a little contempt, "And I came looking for you to give you a present!"
"A... present?" Ranma wasn't exactly head of the class material, but when in a clutch, he could put two and two together and come out with an astounding four sum. He was currently in the middle of a contest with the old letch, and though he kind of *really* didn't want to win, he didn't want to lose either. A present from the old pervert could be something that could cost him dearly.
"Uh, that's, um, nice... butIgottago." Ranma jetted off, before his answer could be recounted without his consent. Happosai growled a bit, and then took off after the boy.
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"Great distraction, Ukyo. Ranma didn't even see us take off with Akane," Nabiki stated, cutting another piece of her okonomiyaki.
"No problem, sugar... uh, Tendou-san," Ukyo quickly switched to a more formal tone when she caught the 'hungry' glimmer in the other girl's eye, "If it'll keep that jerk of a fiancée from corrupting poor Akane, I'm all for it."
"That's good to hear," Nabiki said after taking another bite, "Hopefully this Dr. Kuaque will be able to undo the damage that Ranma's done to her."
"I dunno," Ukyo mused, pouring more batter onto the grill, "That Marvin guy suggested him, and I dunno if I trust him that far."
"Well, he boasted a 100% success rate, and he was a reasonable price, though no price is too high for my baby sister..."
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"Ms. Tendou, you need to realize that cults are only out for the leader's interests," Dr. Kuaque stated calmly, once again staring at the obscenely... something... painting on the wall. He was now wearing an old British naval admiral's hat, and his right hand stuffed into his shirt, "They do not care about the individuals."
Akane eyes were watering with fear; her family would pay for leaving her with this madman. Akane let out a small whimper of terror.
"YOUR SPEAKING OUT OF TURN!!!!!!" Once again, the good doctor was looming over Akane; his maddening eyes, one blue, one green, staring intensely into Akane's, and his hands braced on each side of her head, leaving impressions in the wall.
Akane went clinically dead for a few seconds, due to the sudden outburst, as her sphincter muscle was startled out of duty.
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"It's good you care so much for your sister," Ukyo said, wistfully, "I was an only child, I guess it woulda been pretty nice to have a sibling too." There was more than a little hint of loneliness in her voice, compounded by the sigh she gave.
If Nabiki noticed, she paid it no mind. The middle Tendou sister shrugged, and went back to finishing her okonomiyaki.
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Ranma turned back around, and then stopped. He had finally lost the old pervert. The pigtailed boy grumbled under his breath, the old freak was defiantly fast to keep up with him at full sprint. It took all his evasive skills to give the old man the slip, but all his work finally paid out.
"Gifts, trinkets for your loved ones and friends," an old lady called out in a withered voice from her street stand. Ranma saw the items she was displaying, and thought it would be nice to get something for Akane... as a friend, of course.
"Say, whatja got there?" Ranma enquired, hopping down from the roof he was previously on down to street level. The old woman didn't act startled in the least.
"Hello, sonny. I can see you're a young man of fine tastes."
"Heh, of course," Ranma agreed modestly.
"I think I have just the thing for you!" the old woman pulled out a wooden hairpin.
Ranma looked at the hair pin in approval, "I think Akane'll love this, I mean the brute sitting on the apple is just perfect for her!"
"Oh, no! This is for you, dear boy!" the old lady corrected, "if you want something for your girlfriend, I think I have a few ideas..."
"Huh?" Ranma intelligently replied, "Why would I want that girly thing?"
"Oh, but it's very manly these days to wear hair pins. It's all the latest rage!"
"Uh-huh..." Ranma didn't sound impressed. The pigtailed martial artist pulled one of the various pedestrians to him, "Hey, buddy, would you wear that?"
"Hmph, like I would wear such a girlish thing. It would simply ruin my manly handsomeness." The pedestrian replied, combing his fingers through his hair while being careful not to smear the light foundation and eye shadow he wore.
"Ohhhh! It's so cute!!!! Benedict! Benedict!" The girl wearing an outlawed amount of pink reached savagely for the hairpin.
The old woman sent the overly cutesy looking girl on her way, on an altitude climb of forty by three feet at near escape velocity.
The young man watched, as his partner attempted to reach for the stars, then looked back at the old lady. He gave the kind old woman a generous amount of yen, and then skated on his way, whistling a merry tune.
"HA!" Ranma proclaimed, "I recognize that technique... Happosai!"
"So, you saw through my ingenious disguise, eh?" Happosai shed the old lady wig that he wore as his extremely clever disguise, and stood at ready for Ranma, "If you would quit being so stubborn and put this on like a good student would for his master."
"I told ya already, you old goat! You're not my master," Ranma shouted back, already hightailing it for the rooftops. Happosai cursed, and took off after his prey.
"Dammit!" Ranma cursed to himself, "I gotta deal with the old goat, and soon. Akane wherever you are, you better be glad you're not in the middle of this."
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"DRINK IT! DRINK IT!!!! IT LOOKS REFRESHING, DOESN'T IT? YOU'LL DRINK THIS LIKE THE GOOD LITTLE CULT FOLLOWER YOU ARE, RIGHT? *RIGHT*?!?!? BOTTOMS UP!!! HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
Akane was in tears, she held her lips closed like a vice grip, and her jaw set like stone, as the artificially colored and flavored liquid made from a mixture of water, powder, and sugar, and possibly a little additive of the lethal type, was forced against her lips by surprisingly strong hands.
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"Well, that was absolutely delicious," Nabiki stated, content.
"Of course, I *am* the greatest Okonomiyaki chef in all of Japan, if not the world," Ukyo said modestly.
"I wouldn't put any money against that," Nabiki replied honestly.
"Well, it doesn't look like I'll be getting much more business for a while," Ukyo stated with a little melancholy in her voice. Nabiki looked around to find herself the only patron currently there, since it was well after the lunch break.
"Well, if you want any help getting ready for the dinner rush..." Nabiki let her offer trail off, barely containing her lecherous grin.
Ukyo knew what Nabiki wanted; they would both be in the kitchen, preparing ingredients and doing dishes, when suddenly Ukyo's clothes would get wet from Nabiki's carelessness. Then Nabiki would be extremely concerned, and offer to help her out of those wet things and into her hot, loving..., "Uh, that's okay, everything's already ready. I think I'll just go take a walk or something until then. Besides, don't you have some other business to attend to? Your sister's appointment should almost be up by now."
"...and into my hot, loving arms," Nabiki shook from her thoughts at the reminder, "You're right, I gotta go. I'll just have to catch you later, then," Nabiki said cheerfully, as she headed for the door.
"Later hon... um, Tendou Nabiki!" Ukyo said to her departing customer, "and it's gonna be *much* later before you catch me, like as in 'forever'."
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"I feel we've made a great deal of progress today, Ms. Tendou," Dr Kuaque stated pleasantly, while checking the tights he was wearing for runs. He was finding it terribly difficult to maneuver for observation in the American Football shoulder pads he was wearing, "In fact, I don't think we need another session."
Akane shivered in the corner in silence, her face devoid of any blood or pigment.
"I know, you've probably grown comforted to confiding in me, but you should be able to stand on your own two feet now," The doctor went back to staring at the intensely... something... painting on the wall.
Akane continued to shiver in the corner farthest from the only other person in the room.
"But, if you ever feel the pressure to join a large group preaching doomsday or some rubbish like that, feel free to drop by," Dr. Kuaque leaned closer towards the utterly... something... painting on the wall with his eyes widening a bit more, "Oh, I see now! It's a pony! These magic eye things are amazing!" The good doctor removed the painting from the wall, and replaced it with another intricately framed and remarkably... something... painting on the wall.
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Ukyo walked about, deep in her thoughts, the conversation with Nabiki dancing in her mind. It was apparent the girl's concern for her little sister; Ukyo would have liked that experience. She had been alone in her life due to her imposed vow to live as a boy and avenge herself. Truth be told, she enjoyed the company Nabiki gave her earlier, but the... companionship... she was offering..." Ukyo just wished she could be just a friend to the other girl.
Ukyo sighed, feeling a bit more somber from the feeling of loneliness. She needed something to lash out at, some sort of stress vent...
"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU OLD PERV! I DON'T WANT IT!!!" Ranma's voice shouted away from Ukyo; the pigtailed martial artist was heading her way.
Ukyo smiled, how do you spell relief?
*C-L-A-N-G!*
Ukyo sheathed her battle spatula, feeling much better now.
"Hey, thank ya, girlie! Woulda taken me forever to catch up with the little punk!"
"Huh?" Ukyo swerved around towards the old pervert, "You can tell I'm a girl?"
"Sure! A fine and firm C cup to boot!" Happosai stated wizenedly, "such a shame you feel the need to bind those two beauties."
"Ugh! Anyone get the license of that battle spatula?" Ranma mumbled, a bit groggy while he sat up.
"Yeah, it said 'Ouch-maker'," Ukyo stated, proud of her favorite utensil.
"Don't trouble yourself with that, Ranma my boy," Happosai said, leaping at Ranma and shoving something into Ranma's hair, right over his ear.
Ranma suddenly went stiff, then suddenly doubled over like he was in pain.
"RANMA! What did you do to him, you old geezer?" Ukyo demanded bringing her choice weapon to bear with intent. A light chuckle caught her off guard, the one coming from Ranma.
Ranma's chuckling steadily got louder, until suddenly he bent backwards at a near impossible angle with his hands out at his sides curled into almost claws, and went into a full bellow of laughter. Ranma's battle aura flared a vibrant red with such intensity that it knocked both Ukyo and Happosai back in its sudden intensity.
Happosai grinned in triumph, as Ukyo gulped in horror.
An old lady who had barely missed arriving to curve disaster hyperventilated into a paper bag that she now constantly kept with her.
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"Akane? You ready to go now?" Nabiki and Kasumi entered Dr. Kuaque's office, to catch the man reading one of his books again, and Akane sitting on the sofa, untied with an expressionless face.
"Oh Akane, are you feeling better?" Kasumi asked, as she approached her youngest sister. Akane looked up slowly towards her, and then nodded once steadily.
"That's nice, come now, I'm making for favorite for dinner," Kasumi reached out her hand, which Akane meekly took, then stood.
"You'll receive my bill soon," Dr. Ervin Kuaque, Esquire, stated, looking over his book through bispectacled glasses. Nabiki nodded, and then followed her sisters out the door.
The doctor put down the psychology book and picked up his gameboy to play some more Pokemon. A small smile lit his face, another complete success for him.
Happosai viciously ravaged through his chest, the item he needed to mold the perfect heir to the Master School of Anything Goes Martial Arts was to be found inside. The contest had been but a ruse to see exactly how far in the great arts of perversion that Ranma would go. The levels reached had greatly impressed Happosai. The problem is the male Ranma was sort of a sexless wimp, while the female Ranma was a living dynamo of sexuality that could energize anything she came in contact with. Things needed to be the other way around.
"AHA!" the ancient pervert's eyes lit up at the item in his hands, a wooden hairpin that seemed rather plain looking if not for the merry looking satyr sitting on a jeweled apple. Happosai chuckled as he pocketed the object; all that was left was to find Ranma.
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The gentle looking man leafed through a book as he waited for his latest patient. His bispectacles reflected a bit of light from the small reading lamp that softly lit the almost evergreen walls of the room. Several items on the wall reflected cult memorabilia, and there was a bookshelf sporting several psychological studies of cult phenomenon and practices.
Dr. Ervin Kuaque, Esquire, looked from his reading material at the knock at the door. He checked his hair to make sure it was presentable before calling out, "Come in, please." Nabiki, Kasumi, and Soun trotted in, carrying Akane who was still bound in a fireman's ladder carry, followed calmly by Marvin. Mike opted to stay out with the car, to allow it to air out from where Nabiki had been sitting
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"Awww mannn, it's gonna be smelling like fish in here for weeks," grumbled Mike, as he sprayed another healthy dose of upholstery cleaner onto the back seat, and went to scrubbing again furiously.
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Nabiki shifted a bit, since her pants still felt more than a little damp. She would have to remember that next time she took a car ride, it was going to be in something that didn't hum so much.
"Ah, my esteemed associate, Dr. Marvin," welcomed Dr Kuaque, "I presume the bound one is the patient?"
"MY DAUGHTER'S BEEN BRAINWASHED AND HAS JOINED A CULT!" Soun wailed, after doing so well to hold it in to put up a brave front for his youngest daughter.
"Oh father, father, father," Kasumi lightly admonished, shifting slightly to support Akane more.
"Daddy, quit being so overdramatic," Nabiki snapped.
"Yes, the youngest one happens to be the one with the apparent ailment, according to Ms. Nabiki Tendou here." Nabiki nodded at mention of her name, "I wouldn't say that it goes as far as a brainwashing or..."
"Tut, tut, no need to explain," Dr. Kuaque interrupted, patting his friend on the shoulder, "I am well versed in such matters, and she sounded like a pretty straight forward case to me."
"I'm glad to hear that," Nabiki added, "How long should this take, would you say?"
"Oh," Dr Kuaque removed his bispectacles, and placed them into the breast pocket of his burgundy vest. "I don't see why it should take longer than one session..."
"I'm not CRAZY!" Akane stated thoroughly, though actually with the gag it sounded something like she was trying to suggest something kinky. Japanese through a gagged mouth is funny that way.
"Poor dear, she's mentally suffering so," the doctor stated with a sad tone.
"One session, that's a bold statement," Nabiki was starting to have some slight doubts towards the man's credibility.
"Well, I have a 100% success rate, most always in the first session, all that have taken longer were much more thorough cases than your sister seems to be," Dr Kuaque coughed and turned towards a particularly... something... painting with an intricate golden frame on the wall, "I trust you've heard of the Waco Siege?"
"Wai-ko See-ja?" A quintuple of voices came in unison, one of them muffled by a piece of clothe stuffed in her mouth.
"Never mind. Would you set the poor dear on the sofa there, and leave us alone for a while? It's much easier to cure the afflicted when no one of emotional attachment is around, you see. You can shower her with support once I'm finished. Oh, and remove the gag for me please, it would help for her to be able to communicate."
The Tendous set their youngest down, removed the gag, and shot out the room before any comments could be made by Akane.
"We'll be back around five this evening," Marvin stated, walking out and closing the door behind him.
"Well, he *seems* like he will do well enough," Nabiki commented, as they made their way down the stairs of the suite.
"Let's get one thing straight," Akane started firmly, "I'm NOT crazy!"
"Tell me, Ms. Tendou, is it okay if I call you that?" asked Dr. Kuaque, still facing away from Akane and looking directly at the rather... something... painting.
Akane nodded in response.
"Good, thank you," the psychiatrist still hadn't turned away from the excessively... something... painting, "Why is it you felt you had to be involved with an estranged group? Did you feel insignificant? That you needed the support found there?"
"Huh? What are you talking about?" Akane asked incredulously.
"Please, we're all friends here. I won't betray my confidence, it is a psychiatrist's credo, after all." The good doctor was still facing the extremely... something... painting.
"But I have nothing to say! I'm not crazy or whatever you think I a..."
"JOINING A CULT IS WRONG, WRONG, WRONG!!!!!" Dr Kuaque was suddenly looming over Akane with a wild look in his eye. His hair was sticking up at the sides like ears on a caped crusader.
Quite forgivably startled by the sudden change, Akane 'eeped' as she fell off the sofa, and used her heels to scoot herself against a wall as far as she could from the psychiatrist, staring at him with fright filled eyes.
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"Akane? Hey, yo Akane!" Ranma-chan yelled, trying to locate the raven-haired girl after she had disappeared on her. Ranma was scouting all their usual haunts; The Zoo, the old folk's home, the Hundred Yen a viewing 'theater', and now the Furinkan campus. They always came out during the weekends to assist with the weekend sports warm-ups; it was a matter of school pride. The redhead assumed Akane might have gone ahead, since it being about that time. Unfortunately, another type of disturbance was about...
::SPLASH::
"Ranma, m-boy!" Happosai greeted, sitting on Ranma's left shoulder. Otoku-Ranma went rigid as he was startled, but recovered quickly to give the old pervert a back fist off his shoulder.
"Now is that any way to treat your master?" Happosai asked, slightly up set. He brought his pipe back down from position to start smoking it again.
Ranma peeled his face out of the concrete, " You ain't my master, you old letch!"
"Why are you insulting me?" The old master asked, tears streaming from his eyes, before turning away for a full bawling. Ranma stared at the ancient pervert with more than a little contempt, "And I came looking for you to give you a present!"
"A... present?" Ranma wasn't exactly head of the class material, but when in a clutch, he could put two and two together and come out with an astounding four sum. He was currently in the middle of a contest with the old letch, and though he kind of *really* didn't want to win, he didn't want to lose either. A present from the old pervert could be something that could cost him dearly.
"Uh, that's, um, nice... butIgottago." Ranma jetted off, before his answer could be recounted without his consent. Happosai growled a bit, and then took off after the boy.
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"Great distraction, Ukyo. Ranma didn't even see us take off with Akane," Nabiki stated, cutting another piece of her okonomiyaki.
"No problem, sugar... uh, Tendou-san," Ukyo quickly switched to a more formal tone when she caught the 'hungry' glimmer in the other girl's eye, "If it'll keep that jerk of a fiancée from corrupting poor Akane, I'm all for it."
"That's good to hear," Nabiki said after taking another bite, "Hopefully this Dr. Kuaque will be able to undo the damage that Ranma's done to her."
"I dunno," Ukyo mused, pouring more batter onto the grill, "That Marvin guy suggested him, and I dunno if I trust him that far."
"Well, he boasted a 100% success rate, and he was a reasonable price, though no price is too high for my baby sister..."
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"Ms. Tendou, you need to realize that cults are only out for the leader's interests," Dr. Kuaque stated calmly, once again staring at the obscenely... something... painting on the wall. He was now wearing an old British naval admiral's hat, and his right hand stuffed into his shirt, "They do not care about the individuals."
Akane eyes were watering with fear; her family would pay for leaving her with this madman. Akane let out a small whimper of terror.
"YOUR SPEAKING OUT OF TURN!!!!!!" Once again, the good doctor was looming over Akane; his maddening eyes, one blue, one green, staring intensely into Akane's, and his hands braced on each side of her head, leaving impressions in the wall.
Akane went clinically dead for a few seconds, due to the sudden outburst, as her sphincter muscle was startled out of duty.
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"It's good you care so much for your sister," Ukyo said, wistfully, "I was an only child, I guess it woulda been pretty nice to have a sibling too." There was more than a little hint of loneliness in her voice, compounded by the sigh she gave.
If Nabiki noticed, she paid it no mind. The middle Tendou sister shrugged, and went back to finishing her okonomiyaki.
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Ranma turned back around, and then stopped. He had finally lost the old pervert. The pigtailed boy grumbled under his breath, the old freak was defiantly fast to keep up with him at full sprint. It took all his evasive skills to give the old man the slip, but all his work finally paid out.
"Gifts, trinkets for your loved ones and friends," an old lady called out in a withered voice from her street stand. Ranma saw the items she was displaying, and thought it would be nice to get something for Akane... as a friend, of course.
"Say, whatja got there?" Ranma enquired, hopping down from the roof he was previously on down to street level. The old woman didn't act startled in the least.
"Hello, sonny. I can see you're a young man of fine tastes."
"Heh, of course," Ranma agreed modestly.
"I think I have just the thing for you!" the old woman pulled out a wooden hairpin.
Ranma looked at the hair pin in approval, "I think Akane'll love this, I mean the brute sitting on the apple is just perfect for her!"
"Oh, no! This is for you, dear boy!" the old lady corrected, "if you want something for your girlfriend, I think I have a few ideas..."
"Huh?" Ranma intelligently replied, "Why would I want that girly thing?"
"Oh, but it's very manly these days to wear hair pins. It's all the latest rage!"
"Uh-huh..." Ranma didn't sound impressed. The pigtailed martial artist pulled one of the various pedestrians to him, "Hey, buddy, would you wear that?"
"Hmph, like I would wear such a girlish thing. It would simply ruin my manly handsomeness." The pedestrian replied, combing his fingers through his hair while being careful not to smear the light foundation and eye shadow he wore.
"Ohhhh! It's so cute!!!! Benedict! Benedict!" The girl wearing an outlawed amount of pink reached savagely for the hairpin.
The old woman sent the overly cutesy looking girl on her way, on an altitude climb of forty by three feet at near escape velocity.
The young man watched, as his partner attempted to reach for the stars, then looked back at the old lady. He gave the kind old woman a generous amount of yen, and then skated on his way, whistling a merry tune.
"HA!" Ranma proclaimed, "I recognize that technique... Happosai!"
"So, you saw through my ingenious disguise, eh?" Happosai shed the old lady wig that he wore as his extremely clever disguise, and stood at ready for Ranma, "If you would quit being so stubborn and put this on like a good student would for his master."
"I told ya already, you old goat! You're not my master," Ranma shouted back, already hightailing it for the rooftops. Happosai cursed, and took off after his prey.
"Dammit!" Ranma cursed to himself, "I gotta deal with the old goat, and soon. Akane wherever you are, you better be glad you're not in the middle of this."
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"DRINK IT! DRINK IT!!!! IT LOOKS REFRESHING, DOESN'T IT? YOU'LL DRINK THIS LIKE THE GOOD LITTLE CULT FOLLOWER YOU ARE, RIGHT? *RIGHT*?!?!? BOTTOMS UP!!! HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
Akane was in tears, she held her lips closed like a vice grip, and her jaw set like stone, as the artificially colored and flavored liquid made from a mixture of water, powder, and sugar, and possibly a little additive of the lethal type, was forced against her lips by surprisingly strong hands.
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"Well, that was absolutely delicious," Nabiki stated, content.
"Of course, I *am* the greatest Okonomiyaki chef in all of Japan, if not the world," Ukyo said modestly.
"I wouldn't put any money against that," Nabiki replied honestly.
"Well, it doesn't look like I'll be getting much more business for a while," Ukyo stated with a little melancholy in her voice. Nabiki looked around to find herself the only patron currently there, since it was well after the lunch break.
"Well, if you want any help getting ready for the dinner rush..." Nabiki let her offer trail off, barely containing her lecherous grin.
Ukyo knew what Nabiki wanted; they would both be in the kitchen, preparing ingredients and doing dishes, when suddenly Ukyo's clothes would get wet from Nabiki's carelessness. Then Nabiki would be extremely concerned, and offer to help her out of those wet things and into her hot, loving..., "Uh, that's okay, everything's already ready. I think I'll just go take a walk or something until then. Besides, don't you have some other business to attend to? Your sister's appointment should almost be up by now."
"...and into my hot, loving arms," Nabiki shook from her thoughts at the reminder, "You're right, I gotta go. I'll just have to catch you later, then," Nabiki said cheerfully, as she headed for the door.
"Later hon... um, Tendou Nabiki!" Ukyo said to her departing customer, "and it's gonna be *much* later before you catch me, like as in 'forever'."
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"I feel we've made a great deal of progress today, Ms. Tendou," Dr Kuaque stated pleasantly, while checking the tights he was wearing for runs. He was finding it terribly difficult to maneuver for observation in the American Football shoulder pads he was wearing, "In fact, I don't think we need another session."
Akane shivered in the corner in silence, her face devoid of any blood or pigment.
"I know, you've probably grown comforted to confiding in me, but you should be able to stand on your own two feet now," The doctor went back to staring at the intensely... something... painting on the wall.
Akane continued to shiver in the corner farthest from the only other person in the room.
"But, if you ever feel the pressure to join a large group preaching doomsday or some rubbish like that, feel free to drop by," Dr. Kuaque leaned closer towards the utterly... something... painting on the wall with his eyes widening a bit more, "Oh, I see now! It's a pony! These magic eye things are amazing!" The good doctor removed the painting from the wall, and replaced it with another intricately framed and remarkably... something... painting on the wall.
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Ukyo walked about, deep in her thoughts, the conversation with Nabiki dancing in her mind. It was apparent the girl's concern for her little sister; Ukyo would have liked that experience. She had been alone in her life due to her imposed vow to live as a boy and avenge herself. Truth be told, she enjoyed the company Nabiki gave her earlier, but the... companionship... she was offering..." Ukyo just wished she could be just a friend to the other girl.
Ukyo sighed, feeling a bit more somber from the feeling of loneliness. She needed something to lash out at, some sort of stress vent...
"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU OLD PERV! I DON'T WANT IT!!!" Ranma's voice shouted away from Ukyo; the pigtailed martial artist was heading her way.
Ukyo smiled, how do you spell relief?
*C-L-A-N-G!*
Ukyo sheathed her battle spatula, feeling much better now.
"Hey, thank ya, girlie! Woulda taken me forever to catch up with the little punk!"
"Huh?" Ukyo swerved around towards the old pervert, "You can tell I'm a girl?"
"Sure! A fine and firm C cup to boot!" Happosai stated wizenedly, "such a shame you feel the need to bind those two beauties."
"Ugh! Anyone get the license of that battle spatula?" Ranma mumbled, a bit groggy while he sat up.
"Yeah, it said 'Ouch-maker'," Ukyo stated, proud of her favorite utensil.
"Don't trouble yourself with that, Ranma my boy," Happosai said, leaping at Ranma and shoving something into Ranma's hair, right over his ear.
Ranma suddenly went stiff, then suddenly doubled over like he was in pain.
"RANMA! What did you do to him, you old geezer?" Ukyo demanded bringing her choice weapon to bear with intent. A light chuckle caught her off guard, the one coming from Ranma.
Ranma's chuckling steadily got louder, until suddenly he bent backwards at a near impossible angle with his hands out at his sides curled into almost claws, and went into a full bellow of laughter. Ranma's battle aura flared a vibrant red with such intensity that it knocked both Ukyo and Happosai back in its sudden intensity.
Happosai grinned in triumph, as Ukyo gulped in horror.
An old lady who had barely missed arriving to curve disaster hyperventilated into a paper bag that she now constantly kept with her.
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"Akane? You ready to go now?" Nabiki and Kasumi entered Dr. Kuaque's office, to catch the man reading one of his books again, and Akane sitting on the sofa, untied with an expressionless face.
"Oh Akane, are you feeling better?" Kasumi asked, as she approached her youngest sister. Akane looked up slowly towards her, and then nodded once steadily.
"That's nice, come now, I'm making for favorite for dinner," Kasumi reached out her hand, which Akane meekly took, then stood.
"You'll receive my bill soon," Dr. Ervin Kuaque, Esquire, stated, looking over his book through bispectacled glasses. Nabiki nodded, and then followed her sisters out the door.
The doctor put down the psychology book and picked up his gameboy to play some more Pokemon. A small smile lit his face, another complete success for him.