Ranma the Amorous Oversexed Nympho
Akane slowly approached Otoko-Ranma, as he looked into the evening sky. Their parents were chatting lively in the house, oblivious to much else.
"Ranma-sama, I thought you would be happy that you are back with your mother."
Ranma snorted, and didn't turn towards Akane to acknowlege her further.
"Ranma-sama?"
"You tried to keep me from her," Ranma said plainly and emotionlessly.
Akane's eyes began to tear up, "Oh, Ranma-sam..."
"Don't call me that."
"Ranma... I only did it to protect you."
Ranma finally turned to his potential fiancee, with an emotionally exhausted expression, "I know that, but it still feels like you betrayed me."
"I...I couldn't tell you. Uncle Genma..."
"I'm pretty sure it was Pop's idea, the coward," Ranma said contemptuously, "But you *could* have told me at any time."
Akane backed up slowly, and then turned and ran into the house. Ranma turned away, walked out to the yard, and leapt to the roof to think about things in better seclusion.
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Ukyo sighed after recieving another visit from Nabiki Tendou; the girl's crush on her was starting to get past serious and shoot well beyond grating. The Chef liked the girl well enough, but as a friend. Unfortunatly, Nabiki seemed to want more than that, and was starting to become subtly more aggressive with each visit she made.
"Geez, you'd think she'd get the point by now," Ukyo groused, as she continued to scrub the grill. Ukyo didn't want to tell the other girl off, because she was a friend. Friends weren't easy for her to come by, and she probably would not have even bothered to get to know Nabiki if circumstances had been different. Their mutual goal to get rid of Ranma had formed a kinship between them, that for at least one end became a heavy attraction.
"Nabiki, why are you going to make things so difficult?" Ukyo finished the final wipedown, and was about to retire for the night, when she saw the mail she had recieved and almost forgot about. She had precariously sorted through the pile, expecting the usual assortment of either bills or junk mail; she never recieved more than that.
Ukyo choked back the sigh, she wasn't going to let herself get depressed over her friendship issue. Maybe once Akane comes to her senses, she could...
Almost all the mail fell to the ground, exept for the one she was holding, and staring at fearfully. He found her, oh Kamis that ruled, he finally found her. With trembling fingers, the young chef opened the envelope, and started to read the curt letter. Her heart skipped several beats when she read the sentence...
"Ukyo, it's about time I located you.
Father"
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Akane stayed curled up under her covers, despite the earliness of the evening, alone for the night. It was true, what she had done was inexcusable, regardless of the consequences. Ranma had a right to know his mother, even if it was against his own protection.
The raven haired girl continued to weep for her mistake, and even though her sobs, she could hear the soft patter of Ranma pacing on the roof. He was agitated further than she had really recalled seeing him, or her, since that incident with Shampoo.
"Ranma, please forgive me."
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Ukyo fought down her enormous panic, and gained control of her senses, "Okay, okay, this letter is only a day old or so, so he probably won't be here till for some time still. I should be able to get everything packed and on a train somewhere away from *here*," the girl thought to herself, "Right, better get going now, I can have Ucchan's sold remotely possibly through Nabiki. Yeah, that's what I'll do."
Ukyo dashed upstairs and into her room to pack, and screamed.
"Oh, greetings Ukyo," the robust beared man said to his daughter, as he set his suitcase down, "I hope you don't mind, I let myself in."
"HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET IN?!?!?" Ukyo shouted in surprise and dismay.
"I got in the back door, you still have that nasty habit of leaving it unlocked," the yount chef's father scolded, "and watch your mouth!"
"S-sorry, Dad," Ukyo replied sheepishly, and felt her fighting spirit drain from her like gas through a bad leak.
Her father turned towards her, and gruffed slightly, "It took me a lot to find you, I would almost think you didn't want to see your old man," said old man threw in a glare of dissapproval.
"Oh no! Nothing like that!" Ukyo placated, while sweating profusely.
"Anyhow, we have a lot to catch up on, but I'm too tired from traveling for now. Why don't you go make me something, so I can at least evaluate your skills."
"Right! Your favorite coming up!" Ukyo rushed from the room so fast, that it left a cycling gale through out it. The older Kuonji shook his head, and started to explore his daughter's room to find out how she's like.
Not too much later, Ukyo arrived back in her room, and sqawked at the sight of her father rummaging through her closet, and tossing clothes about, "HEY! I JUST CLEANED MY ROOM!!!"
"Ukyo..." her father replied with a slight pout, "is there not a single article of women's clothing in here?"
Ukyo became ruffled at the comment; an old dispute between her and her father was about to begin anew, "No, there isn't, so back off!"
"Don't you talk back to your father!" the older man bellowed back, "I thought you would have outgrown this foolishness! Yet you still pretain to..."
"It's the Saotomes and *YOUR* fault!" Ukyo shouted back, "How could I be a girl when I had been dumped by my own *FIANCEE*?"
"Ukyo..." Mr. Kuonji rolled his eyes and sighed.
"What's Saotome's fault now?" A third voice asked from the doorway.
"ACK!" Ukyo exclaimed, "Na-Nabiki, what are you doing back he-here?"
"I, um, left something here, and let myself in the back door. I know you're a top notch..." Nabiki trailed off, and made a show of eyeing the other girl, "physically fit martial artist and all, but that's still a bad habit, you know?"
"Oh? Who's this?" the older man enquired. Nabiki raised her eyebrow as she gave him a closer inspection.
"Ucchan, I didn't think you would be into older men, I'm truly hurt you'd pick him over me, really," the middle Tendou daughter said with a pout.
"Well, are you going to introduce me to your friend here?" Ukyo's father enquired.
"Nabiki Tendou, at your service," the girl replied herself before Ukyo could make the introduction, and decided to take a further gamble, "and I'm a little more than just a 'friend'."
"YOU WHAT?!?!?!" Ukyo screeched; it now didn't matter if Nabiki wasn't a martial artist or not, she was going to have the cream color beaten off of her for generations to come.
"Huh? I don't... oh... OH!" Mr. Kuonji exclaimed with wide eyes, and turned towards his daughter, "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!?"
Nabiki blinked, she would have figured that since his daughter took up men's clothing and forced her to act like a boy for ten years of her life, he wouldn't be so offensive against his 'son' having a girlfriend."
"IT'S NOT..." Ukyo got a strange glimmer in her eye before continuing, one that even Nabiki had to admit she didn't like, "it's not any of your business, Dad!" With that, Ukyo grabbed the sides of a surprised Nabiki's face, and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. Nabiki let out a startled cry into the kiss, staring up at Ukyo with wide eyes, before giving in and leaning back to enjoy herself. The elder Kuonji's eyes went wide, and then rolled up into his head as he passed out.
No sooner did the heavy body hit the ground, Ukyo let go of Nabiki and ran for the bathroom. Nabiki fought to regain her breath and slow her heart down from the embrace, "Damn, that was one good kiss." Nabiki's slight glow was dimmed, as she heard gargling and frantic brushing of teeth from the bathroom.
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Ranma leapt from the roof, as soon as he realized Akane was asleep, and walked into the house. He was still extremely mad at her, and didn't want to confront the girl at the moment. He realized he was being selfish and petty, since Akane was only trying to protect him, but it was just the principle of it all. Maybe beating on his father will helped take the edge off his anger.
"Genma, my word!" Nodoka exclaimed, holding up a pair of men's briefs.
"Well, we didn't have the luxury of washing machines on the training trip," Nodoka's husband defended, "only the rivers and streams we found provided any way of washing our clothes."
"There are laws against polluting the enviorment like that," The Saotome wife replied, eyeing the undergarment of indestinguishable color that was at the tip of a broom handle.
"Oh, Mr. Saotome, aren't those the pair you bought only last week?" Kasumi asked, carrying in a plate of snacks and beer.
"YOU ACTUALLY LET AN INNOCENT GIRL LIKE DEAR KASUMI TO SPY THIS... THIS..." Nodoka boggled that the girl was so strong willed to withstand such a sight so casually.
"Oh yes, in fact I washed them."
"SHE TOUCHED THEM?!?!?" Nodoka continued to shout, "HOW DARE YOU ROB THIS GIRL OF HER INNOCENCE!" The matronly woman turned to Kasumi in a deep bow, "I apologise for the horror that had been visited upon you for caring for my husband. There is not restitution that could possibly compensate you for your troubles."
"Really, Auntie Saotome, it wasn't any trouble," Kasumi's arms scrunched up, "Although the training staff had to be compromised to subdue it while washing it a couple days ago."
"Huh? Subdue... BY THE TWELVE KAMIS IT MOVED!!!!" Nodoka screamed, as the garmet seemed to leap from the broom handle, which could be noted for the slight corrosion at the end.
Ranma sighed, and decided that now may not be the most ample time to bludgeon his father into submission, and trudged up to his room while everyone in the living room.
"By the unholy, it's emmitting an ammonia odor!" Soun's voice cried out, and was followed by several sounds of heavy and sharp instruments hitting the floor over and over.
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"Nabiki... 'dear'," Ukyo said through clenched teeth to the girl that was practically hanging from her, as her father stared stoically at the pair, "as much as I'm 'enjoying' the attention, you can go home now."
Nabiki gave a slight pout, "But, you never introduced me to your dad. I'm interested in hearing about the man who raised my dear Ucchan."
"DAMMIT, GO HOME!" Ukyo shouted, her temper finally coming to the fore.
"UKYO! WATCH YOUR MOUTH!" The elder Kuonji shouted, "You actually kiss your... er... girlfriend with that mouth?"
"Among other things," Nabiki stated with a saucy grin, managing to pull herself further upon the nerve racked Ukyo.
"Uh, well, er..." Mr. Kuonji commented casually.
"Well, I need to get back anyways," Nabiki said with a sigh, "Gotta make sure there's minimal property damage after the incident with the Saotomes earlier today."
"What? Saotomes you said?" Ukyo's father perked up at that, "As in Genma and Ranma Saotome?"
"Uh, yeah," Nabiki replied guardedly.
"Hmm, it's been a while since I've seen my old friend Genma and his little boy, Ranma," Mr. Kuonji mused out loud, "Perhaps I'll pay them a visit in the morning."
"Well, Ukyo knows the way, just please keep the property damage to a minimum," Nabiki stated, before giving Ukyo a quick peck on the cheek and leaving. Ukyo gave a cracked grin to her father. For the price of rebellion, she will endure in order to get her father off her back.
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Ranma woke up fresh and ready for a panda beating. The morning seemed a bit more cheerful now that he had time to let his temper cool down. After venting the rest of his fustrations, maybe he'll go and let Akane apologise and be big enough to forgive her.
But first, there was a matter of locating a certain black and white and soon to be red all over panda. A startled scream told Ranma of his father's location, and caused the pigtailed boy to groan in irritation; he so hated when he didn't get first dibs.
Ranma rushed downstairs to find his father slowly backing away from a robust man with a beard that seemed a bit familiar. The young man walked up to Kasumi as she closed the door, "Who's he?"
"My Dad," Ukyo stated from the other side of Kasumi, causing Ranma to notice her presence.
"Huh? Mr. Kuonji?"
"Genma! My old pal! How's it going?" The elder Kuonji greeted cheerfully.
"Uh... you're not still mad about the yattai, are you?" Genma asked nervously, "I mean, I was going to give it back, but a band of robbers came along and..."
"Hmm? Yattai?" The other man blinked in confusion, before realization dawned, "OH! Ha ha! Don't worry about it, I was planning on selling it anyways!"
"Oh, in that case," Genma grinned, and embraced the man in a big hug. A big ploutonic hug, Genma would like to make sure everone realizes.
"That does remind me, though," the elder Kuonji handed the elder Saotome a sheet of paper.
"Huh? What's this?" Genma enquired.
"Fees for the yattai, including intrest, and such," Mr. Kuonji replied casually, as if it were not a big deal. Genma gave his second and loudest shriek in the morning.
"Oh! I just realized!" Ukyo's father took the sheet, scratched a few things out on it, and wrote again at the bottom, "There, you should find that a bit more fair."
"FAIR?!?" Genma bellowed, "It's a HIGHER fee than before!"
"Well, I had forgotten to figure in lost profits and damages," the other man replied.
"Well Dad, I got you here, and I gotta get back to open the store, soI'llbeheadingoutnowbye!" Ukyo turned towards the door as fast as she possibly could.
"Wait, I'll go with you!" Ukyo froze, and then slumped at Nabiki's voice.
"Oh my, you're up early, Nabiki" Kasumi commented cheerfully, it wasn't like her sister to be up so early on the weekend.
Nabiki smirked before replying, "Well, I have important business with Ucchan, so I may be out for most of the day." Nabiki moved subtly closer to the other girl, causing her to grin weakly.
"Well, I guess, have fun then," the older Kuonji replied a bit flustered. Nabiki nodded in appreciation and gratitude, before ushering her 'boyfriend' out the door.
The older Kuonji gave a defeated sigh, and then turned to the others remaining, "Genma, I need your advice..."
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Mr. Kuonji, Genma, Soun, Nodoka, Kasumi, and Ranma sat around the table. Akane still hadn't come out of her room, and a few of the less oblivious house residents (read: none of them) figured that she was avoiding Ranma.
"Genma, I just want my daughter to be happy," Mr. Kuonji started.
"Then why you ask'n Pops?" Ranma enquired, asking the man for his opinion on raising a child was like asking Lorena Bobbit on happy relationships.
"Yes, my son may be cursed, but Genma hardly has experience in raising a girl," Nodoka added, not catching the original intent behind Ranma's comment.
"Curse?" the robust man asked, puzzled. As if hearing the call, Nodoka's butterfingers dropped her sword, causing it to land on the tray, causing glasses of water stacked on it to be hurled towards a now redheaded girl.
"Hi," Ranma-chan replied with a wave.
"A-amazing! How?"
"Training trip, long story, tell you later," the redhead replied, while assessing the man with hungry eyes.
"Actually, I was going to ask... your son is rather an attractive young man, before changing, I mean." Genma stood up with a wild and fearful look on his face, and restrained his son turned daughter, while Nodoka stood between her child and Ukyo's father with her sword unsheathed and glaring intensely at the man.
"Um, is there a problem?" Mr. Kuonji enquired, wondering why suddenly the hostile attitudes.
"Kuonji-san, you will not be touching my child," Nodoka commanded with a frigid voice.
"That wasn't my intention," the bearded man stated with a slightly green complextion at the idea, "Actually, I was hoping he could help my daughter"
"Oh, and how is this?" Nodoka asked, calming down and gaining her cheerful demeanor again.
"Well," Mr. Kuonji started again, "At an early age, my poor daughter... developed a peculiar affection for men's clothing."
"So she likes to dress as a guy?" Ranma asked distatched, "We coulda told you that, what's the problem?"
"She wouldn't wear anything feminine, and it broke her dear mother's heart. I tried to raise her to appreciate her girlhood, but I failed miserably. When you and your son came around, I thought I found the perfect opportunity to break her of the habit by engaging her to your son, and thus, making her have to act and dress like a girl to keep his intrest; she seemed to like him enough, after all. But that backfired, and Ukyo used it as an excuse to run away, I'm afraid. I finally find her after ten years, and I find that she's taken her fetish further, and took the Nabiki girl as her signifigant other. Now, I'm a pretty fair man, and wouldn't want anything but happiness for my daughter, but this leaves me in a bind. You see, Ukyo's the last of our lineage, so we need an heir for our family."
"And two girls would not be able to procreate," Nodoka helpfully supplied.
"Maybe if the try *really* hard..." Ranma-chan mused.
"WATCH YOUR MOUTH! That's my daughter you're talking about!" Mr. Kuonji commanded, "besides, it's just not possible."
"Didn't stop us from trying, huh, Mom?" Ranma-chan added, with a wink towards her mother. The whole table remained silent for a few moments.
"I DIDN'T TOUCH HER!" Nodoka wailed and dropped her head onto her arms, as Genma sat rigidly still, and Soun keeled over from a severe nosebleed.
Mr. Kuonji chose to ignore the comment, and cleared his throat to get attention, "Anyhow, it's just an old man's wish that he gets a grandchild, so that he could die happy."
"Well, your wish isn't at all probmatic," Nodoka interstated, "My manly son will be more than happy to fulfill it for you!"
"He will?" Both Ranma-chan and Kasumi enquired. The slight shimmer of light off of the steel that was being subtly withdrawn from its sheath emphesized Nodoka's comment.
Akane slowly approached Otoko-Ranma, as he looked into the evening sky. Their parents were chatting lively in the house, oblivious to much else.
"Ranma-sama, I thought you would be happy that you are back with your mother."
Ranma snorted, and didn't turn towards Akane to acknowlege her further.
"Ranma-sama?"
"You tried to keep me from her," Ranma said plainly and emotionlessly.
Akane's eyes began to tear up, "Oh, Ranma-sam..."
"Don't call me that."
"Ranma... I only did it to protect you."
Ranma finally turned to his potential fiancee, with an emotionally exhausted expression, "I know that, but it still feels like you betrayed me."
"I...I couldn't tell you. Uncle Genma..."
"I'm pretty sure it was Pop's idea, the coward," Ranma said contemptuously, "But you *could* have told me at any time."
Akane backed up slowly, and then turned and ran into the house. Ranma turned away, walked out to the yard, and leapt to the roof to think about things in better seclusion.
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Ukyo sighed after recieving another visit from Nabiki Tendou; the girl's crush on her was starting to get past serious and shoot well beyond grating. The Chef liked the girl well enough, but as a friend. Unfortunatly, Nabiki seemed to want more than that, and was starting to become subtly more aggressive with each visit she made.
"Geez, you'd think she'd get the point by now," Ukyo groused, as she continued to scrub the grill. Ukyo didn't want to tell the other girl off, because she was a friend. Friends weren't easy for her to come by, and she probably would not have even bothered to get to know Nabiki if circumstances had been different. Their mutual goal to get rid of Ranma had formed a kinship between them, that for at least one end became a heavy attraction.
"Nabiki, why are you going to make things so difficult?" Ukyo finished the final wipedown, and was about to retire for the night, when she saw the mail she had recieved and almost forgot about. She had precariously sorted through the pile, expecting the usual assortment of either bills or junk mail; she never recieved more than that.
Ukyo choked back the sigh, she wasn't going to let herself get depressed over her friendship issue. Maybe once Akane comes to her senses, she could...
Almost all the mail fell to the ground, exept for the one she was holding, and staring at fearfully. He found her, oh Kamis that ruled, he finally found her. With trembling fingers, the young chef opened the envelope, and started to read the curt letter. Her heart skipped several beats when she read the sentence...
"Ukyo, it's about time I located you.
Father"
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Akane stayed curled up under her covers, despite the earliness of the evening, alone for the night. It was true, what she had done was inexcusable, regardless of the consequences. Ranma had a right to know his mother, even if it was against his own protection.
The raven haired girl continued to weep for her mistake, and even though her sobs, she could hear the soft patter of Ranma pacing on the roof. He was agitated further than she had really recalled seeing him, or her, since that incident with Shampoo.
"Ranma, please forgive me."
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Ukyo fought down her enormous panic, and gained control of her senses, "Okay, okay, this letter is only a day old or so, so he probably won't be here till for some time still. I should be able to get everything packed and on a train somewhere away from *here*," the girl thought to herself, "Right, better get going now, I can have Ucchan's sold remotely possibly through Nabiki. Yeah, that's what I'll do."
Ukyo dashed upstairs and into her room to pack, and screamed.
"Oh, greetings Ukyo," the robust beared man said to his daughter, as he set his suitcase down, "I hope you don't mind, I let myself in."
"HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET IN?!?!?" Ukyo shouted in surprise and dismay.
"I got in the back door, you still have that nasty habit of leaving it unlocked," the yount chef's father scolded, "and watch your mouth!"
"S-sorry, Dad," Ukyo replied sheepishly, and felt her fighting spirit drain from her like gas through a bad leak.
Her father turned towards her, and gruffed slightly, "It took me a lot to find you, I would almost think you didn't want to see your old man," said old man threw in a glare of dissapproval.
"Oh no! Nothing like that!" Ukyo placated, while sweating profusely.
"Anyhow, we have a lot to catch up on, but I'm too tired from traveling for now. Why don't you go make me something, so I can at least evaluate your skills."
"Right! Your favorite coming up!" Ukyo rushed from the room so fast, that it left a cycling gale through out it. The older Kuonji shook his head, and started to explore his daughter's room to find out how she's like.
Not too much later, Ukyo arrived back in her room, and sqawked at the sight of her father rummaging through her closet, and tossing clothes about, "HEY! I JUST CLEANED MY ROOM!!!"
"Ukyo..." her father replied with a slight pout, "is there not a single article of women's clothing in here?"
Ukyo became ruffled at the comment; an old dispute between her and her father was about to begin anew, "No, there isn't, so back off!"
"Don't you talk back to your father!" the older man bellowed back, "I thought you would have outgrown this foolishness! Yet you still pretain to..."
"It's the Saotomes and *YOUR* fault!" Ukyo shouted back, "How could I be a girl when I had been dumped by my own *FIANCEE*?"
"Ukyo..." Mr. Kuonji rolled his eyes and sighed.
"What's Saotome's fault now?" A third voice asked from the doorway.
"ACK!" Ukyo exclaimed, "Na-Nabiki, what are you doing back he-here?"
"I, um, left something here, and let myself in the back door. I know you're a top notch..." Nabiki trailed off, and made a show of eyeing the other girl, "physically fit martial artist and all, but that's still a bad habit, you know?"
"Oh? Who's this?" the older man enquired. Nabiki raised her eyebrow as she gave him a closer inspection.
"Ucchan, I didn't think you would be into older men, I'm truly hurt you'd pick him over me, really," the middle Tendou daughter said with a pout.
"Well, are you going to introduce me to your friend here?" Ukyo's father enquired.
"Nabiki Tendou, at your service," the girl replied herself before Ukyo could make the introduction, and decided to take a further gamble, "and I'm a little more than just a 'friend'."
"YOU WHAT?!?!?!" Ukyo screeched; it now didn't matter if Nabiki wasn't a martial artist or not, she was going to have the cream color beaten off of her for generations to come.
"Huh? I don't... oh... OH!" Mr. Kuonji exclaimed with wide eyes, and turned towards his daughter, "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!?"
Nabiki blinked, she would have figured that since his daughter took up men's clothing and forced her to act like a boy for ten years of her life, he wouldn't be so offensive against his 'son' having a girlfriend."
"IT'S NOT..." Ukyo got a strange glimmer in her eye before continuing, one that even Nabiki had to admit she didn't like, "it's not any of your business, Dad!" With that, Ukyo grabbed the sides of a surprised Nabiki's face, and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. Nabiki let out a startled cry into the kiss, staring up at Ukyo with wide eyes, before giving in and leaning back to enjoy herself. The elder Kuonji's eyes went wide, and then rolled up into his head as he passed out.
No sooner did the heavy body hit the ground, Ukyo let go of Nabiki and ran for the bathroom. Nabiki fought to regain her breath and slow her heart down from the embrace, "Damn, that was one good kiss." Nabiki's slight glow was dimmed, as she heard gargling and frantic brushing of teeth from the bathroom.
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Ranma leapt from the roof, as soon as he realized Akane was asleep, and walked into the house. He was still extremely mad at her, and didn't want to confront the girl at the moment. He realized he was being selfish and petty, since Akane was only trying to protect him, but it was just the principle of it all. Maybe beating on his father will helped take the edge off his anger.
"Genma, my word!" Nodoka exclaimed, holding up a pair of men's briefs.
"Well, we didn't have the luxury of washing machines on the training trip," Nodoka's husband defended, "only the rivers and streams we found provided any way of washing our clothes."
"There are laws against polluting the enviorment like that," The Saotome wife replied, eyeing the undergarment of indestinguishable color that was at the tip of a broom handle.
"Oh, Mr. Saotome, aren't those the pair you bought only last week?" Kasumi asked, carrying in a plate of snacks and beer.
"YOU ACTUALLY LET AN INNOCENT GIRL LIKE DEAR KASUMI TO SPY THIS... THIS..." Nodoka boggled that the girl was so strong willed to withstand such a sight so casually.
"Oh yes, in fact I washed them."
"SHE TOUCHED THEM?!?!?" Nodoka continued to shout, "HOW DARE YOU ROB THIS GIRL OF HER INNOCENCE!" The matronly woman turned to Kasumi in a deep bow, "I apologise for the horror that had been visited upon you for caring for my husband. There is not restitution that could possibly compensate you for your troubles."
"Really, Auntie Saotome, it wasn't any trouble," Kasumi's arms scrunched up, "Although the training staff had to be compromised to subdue it while washing it a couple days ago."
"Huh? Subdue... BY THE TWELVE KAMIS IT MOVED!!!!" Nodoka screamed, as the garmet seemed to leap from the broom handle, which could be noted for the slight corrosion at the end.
Ranma sighed, and decided that now may not be the most ample time to bludgeon his father into submission, and trudged up to his room while everyone in the living room.
"By the unholy, it's emmitting an ammonia odor!" Soun's voice cried out, and was followed by several sounds of heavy and sharp instruments hitting the floor over and over.
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"Nabiki... 'dear'," Ukyo said through clenched teeth to the girl that was practically hanging from her, as her father stared stoically at the pair, "as much as I'm 'enjoying' the attention, you can go home now."
Nabiki gave a slight pout, "But, you never introduced me to your dad. I'm interested in hearing about the man who raised my dear Ucchan."
"DAMMIT, GO HOME!" Ukyo shouted, her temper finally coming to the fore.
"UKYO! WATCH YOUR MOUTH!" The elder Kuonji shouted, "You actually kiss your... er... girlfriend with that mouth?"
"Among other things," Nabiki stated with a saucy grin, managing to pull herself further upon the nerve racked Ukyo.
"Uh, well, er..." Mr. Kuonji commented casually.
"Well, I need to get back anyways," Nabiki said with a sigh, "Gotta make sure there's minimal property damage after the incident with the Saotomes earlier today."
"What? Saotomes you said?" Ukyo's father perked up at that, "As in Genma and Ranma Saotome?"
"Uh, yeah," Nabiki replied guardedly.
"Hmm, it's been a while since I've seen my old friend Genma and his little boy, Ranma," Mr. Kuonji mused out loud, "Perhaps I'll pay them a visit in the morning."
"Well, Ukyo knows the way, just please keep the property damage to a minimum," Nabiki stated, before giving Ukyo a quick peck on the cheek and leaving. Ukyo gave a cracked grin to her father. For the price of rebellion, she will endure in order to get her father off her back.
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Ranma woke up fresh and ready for a panda beating. The morning seemed a bit more cheerful now that he had time to let his temper cool down. After venting the rest of his fustrations, maybe he'll go and let Akane apologise and be big enough to forgive her.
But first, there was a matter of locating a certain black and white and soon to be red all over panda. A startled scream told Ranma of his father's location, and caused the pigtailed boy to groan in irritation; he so hated when he didn't get first dibs.
Ranma rushed downstairs to find his father slowly backing away from a robust man with a beard that seemed a bit familiar. The young man walked up to Kasumi as she closed the door, "Who's he?"
"My Dad," Ukyo stated from the other side of Kasumi, causing Ranma to notice her presence.
"Huh? Mr. Kuonji?"
"Genma! My old pal! How's it going?" The elder Kuonji greeted cheerfully.
"Uh... you're not still mad about the yattai, are you?" Genma asked nervously, "I mean, I was going to give it back, but a band of robbers came along and..."
"Hmm? Yattai?" The other man blinked in confusion, before realization dawned, "OH! Ha ha! Don't worry about it, I was planning on selling it anyways!"
"Oh, in that case," Genma grinned, and embraced the man in a big hug. A big ploutonic hug, Genma would like to make sure everone realizes.
"That does remind me, though," the elder Kuonji handed the elder Saotome a sheet of paper.
"Huh? What's this?" Genma enquired.
"Fees for the yattai, including intrest, and such," Mr. Kuonji replied casually, as if it were not a big deal. Genma gave his second and loudest shriek in the morning.
"Oh! I just realized!" Ukyo's father took the sheet, scratched a few things out on it, and wrote again at the bottom, "There, you should find that a bit more fair."
"FAIR?!?" Genma bellowed, "It's a HIGHER fee than before!"
"Well, I had forgotten to figure in lost profits and damages," the other man replied.
"Well Dad, I got you here, and I gotta get back to open the store, soI'llbeheadingoutnowbye!" Ukyo turned towards the door as fast as she possibly could.
"Wait, I'll go with you!" Ukyo froze, and then slumped at Nabiki's voice.
"Oh my, you're up early, Nabiki" Kasumi commented cheerfully, it wasn't like her sister to be up so early on the weekend.
Nabiki smirked before replying, "Well, I have important business with Ucchan, so I may be out for most of the day." Nabiki moved subtly closer to the other girl, causing her to grin weakly.
"Well, I guess, have fun then," the older Kuonji replied a bit flustered. Nabiki nodded in appreciation and gratitude, before ushering her 'boyfriend' out the door.
The older Kuonji gave a defeated sigh, and then turned to the others remaining, "Genma, I need your advice..."
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Mr. Kuonji, Genma, Soun, Nodoka, Kasumi, and Ranma sat around the table. Akane still hadn't come out of her room, and a few of the less oblivious house residents (read: none of them) figured that she was avoiding Ranma.
"Genma, I just want my daughter to be happy," Mr. Kuonji started.
"Then why you ask'n Pops?" Ranma enquired, asking the man for his opinion on raising a child was like asking Lorena Bobbit on happy relationships.
"Yes, my son may be cursed, but Genma hardly has experience in raising a girl," Nodoka added, not catching the original intent behind Ranma's comment.
"Curse?" the robust man asked, puzzled. As if hearing the call, Nodoka's butterfingers dropped her sword, causing it to land on the tray, causing glasses of water stacked on it to be hurled towards a now redheaded girl.
"Hi," Ranma-chan replied with a wave.
"A-amazing! How?"
"Training trip, long story, tell you later," the redhead replied, while assessing the man with hungry eyes.
"Actually, I was going to ask... your son is rather an attractive young man, before changing, I mean." Genma stood up with a wild and fearful look on his face, and restrained his son turned daughter, while Nodoka stood between her child and Ukyo's father with her sword unsheathed and glaring intensely at the man.
"Um, is there a problem?" Mr. Kuonji enquired, wondering why suddenly the hostile attitudes.
"Kuonji-san, you will not be touching my child," Nodoka commanded with a frigid voice.
"That wasn't my intention," the bearded man stated with a slightly green complextion at the idea, "Actually, I was hoping he could help my daughter"
"Oh, and how is this?" Nodoka asked, calming down and gaining her cheerful demeanor again.
"Well," Mr. Kuonji started again, "At an early age, my poor daughter... developed a peculiar affection for men's clothing."
"So she likes to dress as a guy?" Ranma asked distatched, "We coulda told you that, what's the problem?"
"She wouldn't wear anything feminine, and it broke her dear mother's heart. I tried to raise her to appreciate her girlhood, but I failed miserably. When you and your son came around, I thought I found the perfect opportunity to break her of the habit by engaging her to your son, and thus, making her have to act and dress like a girl to keep his intrest; she seemed to like him enough, after all. But that backfired, and Ukyo used it as an excuse to run away, I'm afraid. I finally find her after ten years, and I find that she's taken her fetish further, and took the Nabiki girl as her signifigant other. Now, I'm a pretty fair man, and wouldn't want anything but happiness for my daughter, but this leaves me in a bind. You see, Ukyo's the last of our lineage, so we need an heir for our family."
"And two girls would not be able to procreate," Nodoka helpfully supplied.
"Maybe if the try *really* hard..." Ranma-chan mused.
"WATCH YOUR MOUTH! That's my daughter you're talking about!" Mr. Kuonji commanded, "besides, it's just not possible."
"Didn't stop us from trying, huh, Mom?" Ranma-chan added, with a wink towards her mother. The whole table remained silent for a few moments.
"I DIDN'T TOUCH HER!" Nodoka wailed and dropped her head onto her arms, as Genma sat rigidly still, and Soun keeled over from a severe nosebleed.
Mr. Kuonji chose to ignore the comment, and cleared his throat to get attention, "Anyhow, it's just an old man's wish that he gets a grandchild, so that he could die happy."
"Well, your wish isn't at all probmatic," Nodoka interstated, "My manly son will be more than happy to fulfill it for you!"
"He will?" Both Ranma-chan and Kasumi enquired. The slight shimmer of light off of the steel that was being subtly withdrawn from its sheath emphesized Nodoka's comment.