Ranma the Amorous Over-Sexed Nympho
'Three Year Little Death'
"RANMA!" Akane exclaimed, as her and Shampoo watched their fiancee walk in wearily through the front gates with a thick parka. Ranma didn't lift the hood, until he got onto the porch.
"Hey 'Kane, Shampoo. I know it's nice and all that I'm back, but I'm gonna need some time to myself for a while..." Ranma trudged between both girls, and into the house.
"Ra-Ranma-sama?" Akane almost whispered, as she watched Ranma continue on, not even looking back. Ranma may had missed the slight despair in Akane's voice, but the violet eyed Amazon beside her did not. Those very same eyes hardened in disapproval.
"Akane-chan, we go get too, too delicious ramen at Cat Cafe, make you feel better, yes?" Akane looked up, and nodded with a certain resignation. As she lead the other girl away, Shampoo spared one more withering glance backwards.
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"Where you been, boy?" Genma enquired, while looking sternly at his son.
"Training trip, alright?" Ranma snapped back, heading up to the guest room to put up his supplies.
"Oh, son, I'm glad you've returned, Akane's been terribly upset about your absense," Nodoka, turning away from her game of shougi with Soun. She idly used the hilt of her sword to jack-slap her gaming partner without turning around, as his hand got a bit too close to the pieces when it was her turn. "She's been moaning all day. Even with Shampoo here, she seemed lonely without you... what?"
Ranma and Genma dropped their dry stares at Nodoka, and returned to confronting each other, allowing Nodoka to start re-arranging game pieces. "Well, I expect some improvement, boy. I'm not going easy on you tonight!"
"Pop, if you knew what's good for ya, you'd leave me a lone for the time being," Ranma warned, continuing upstairs.
"INSOLENT BOY, WHY..."
"Genma, leave him alone," Nodoka commanded, gently; 'gently' being she only stroked the sheath of her sword, instead of picking it up.
"Er, right, the boy needs time to himself... wouldn't want to interrupt anything, or something..."
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"I see, so Son-in-law has returned from whatever journey?" Cologne asked, sitting at the table, and watching Akane eat, as Shampoo stroked her hair.
"Yeah," Akane replied sullenly, "but he barely said a word to me since he got back."
"Hmm, mayhaps something happened while he was gone that's leaving him rather troubled?" Cologne suggested, recalling her most rescent attack.
"I wish he would at least tell me about it," Akane groused, "Isn't he supposed to trust me?"
"Is no right how male-airen treat Akane," Shampoo growled, continuing to pet Akane.
"Ah, Shampoo, you're starting to get a little hard..." Akane stated, while her head was snapping back with each pet, and her scalp was beginning to strain.
Shampoo didn't seem to hear Akane, "Shampoo go speak with Ranma now, tell him he hurt Akane!"
"Shampoo..." Cologne tried to get her great-granddaughter's attention, as Akane strained to hold onto her hair, which was now starting to be pulled roughly by Shampoo's hard petting.
"No, great-grandmother, you is said it wife's duty to put mans in place..." Shampoo growled with a burning fire building in her eyes. She stopped petting Akane, but held her hand firmly in place.
"That's true, but..."
"Is okay, Great-grandmother, Shampoo know her duty. Akane come too, learn how to handle arrogant mans..." Shampoo looked down at Akane, and found her fury building even further, "Aiyaaa, Ranma make Akane cry!" Akane exhaled, as Shampoo pulled her hand from her scalp, and clutched it into a fist, "Shampoo make Ranma pay for upsetting Akane-chan!" With that, the younger Amazon stormed out of the restaurant.
Akane wiped the tears from her eyes that had built up from Shampoo holding her eyes open accidentally by holding her scalp back, "um... did I miss something here?"
"I was hoping you may fill me in," Cologne replied, with a dumbfounded look.
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"HA!" Ranma held his hands in front of him.
"HIYAAAA!" He thrust them forward again...
"Um... KAMEHAMEHA!" Still nothing...
"Damn," Ranma grumbled, settling into lotus position in the middle of the dojo. He thought back to his girlside's battle with Herb, but for the life of him, he couldn't figure how she had managed it. "We were able to throw some sort of blast like Herb did, but I can't remember how we did it!" Ranma once again focused on his aura; it was in comparison to his girlside's about as powerful as a sixty-watt bulb to a lighthouse, but at least he was able to figure out how to focus that from their experience.
It was like they were concentrating their aura into a point between their hands, but...
"Ranma!"
The pigtailed boy sighed, and turned to look at Shampoo, "I'd rather be alone right now, if you don't mind..."
"Shampoo mind too, too much!" She snapped back, with her hands on her hips, "Where you go?"
"Leave me alone," Ranma replied, turning away.
Shampoo's brow furrowed, "You no ignore me!"
"Look, Shampoo, I'm not in the mood right now! Why don't you go and keep Akane company?"
"Is other woman, isn't it?" Shampoo growled, "Is that Herb princess! You cheat on Shampoo and Akane!"
"WHAT?!?" Ranma screeched, jumping to his feet, "HERB'S A GUY!"
Shampoo's eyes widened in surprise, "So, you is swinging that way? Shampoo never suspect..."
"IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!" Ranma shouted, "Shampoo, can we continue this another time?"
"No, you tell Shampoo why you make Akane cry!"
"I didn't make her cry, I..." Ranma was holding Shampoo by the sides of her shoulders suddenly, "Akane's crying? Why?"
Shampoo's eyes turned hard, so hard, they almost seemed to shatter, before Shampoo's expression turned to complacent and guileless, "What Shampoo say about touching Shampoo when boy-type?"
"Ah..." Ranma immidiately let go of her, and backed away before he earned her usual violent way of her reminding him, "I didn't mean to!"
Shampoo waved her hand to dismiss it, while tapping her foot, "Is no problem, Shampoo talk to you later..." With that, Shampoo walked out of the dojo.
"Hey, wait a sec, why is Akan-" Ranma was cut off, as the piece of the floorboard that Shampoo tapped her foot on, came loose, rose up, and smacked him in the face.
"Ouch."
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"Hey, Shampoo, wait!"
The Amazon stopped, turning to Ranma with a curious expression, also stopping the way she was idly tossing a pebble up and down in her hand, "What you want?"
"Something wrong with Akane? Ya gotta tell me!"
Shampoo blinked, before she got an expression of reccollection, "Ohhh, is okay. Akane get over it eventually."
"Get over what? She ain't sick, is she?" Ranma asked, getting nervous.
"Akane fine," Shampoo replied, almost flippantly, before turning away, and continuing to the Cat Cafe.
"First, you get angry because Akane's upset, and now you blow it oooOOOOOOMPH!"
"Ranma too, too clumbsy," Shampoo chided, not bothering to turn around. Ranma reached under him, and found the pebble he had slipped on. Ranma rubbed his behind, before shooting to his feet, and landing on a rake that he could have sworn wasn't in front of him previously.
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"IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE, PUMPKIN..."
"Pumpkin? Why are you calling her 'pumpkin'?"
"Hold on, I can explain to the both of ya. I..."
::BLAM BLAM BLAM::
Well, that was rather... something, wasn't it? I guess the word I'm looking for is... seemingly pointless.
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"Shampoo back!" the young Amazon called out, as she walked by Akane, observing her great Grandmother cook, and kissed her on the cheek. "Shampoo have talk with Ranma, everything fine now."
"Thanks, Shampoo." Akane's brows furrowed, "What was wrong?"
"It not important," Shampoo stated, just as the entrance to the restuarant opened. Akane gasped, Cologne blinked, and Shampoo took a taste of what her Great Grandmother was preparing.
"Um... son-in-law..." Cologne enquired.
Ranma relocated his shoulder with a wince, and then removed the bananna peel from his head, "Ah... little accident on the way here..."
"RANMA!" Akane shouted, snapping out of her shock, "I've missed you!"
Ranma blushed slightly, "Well, um, than-HEY!"
Akane blinked, "Ranma, why'd you move?"
"YOU JUST TRIED TO SPLASH ME!" the still pigtailed *boy* shouted, while clutching tenatiously to the ceiling.
Akane looked down at her now empty water glass, "Yeah?"
"forget it, Akane!" Ranma growled, dropping back to look at the other girl levelly, "She ain't coming out to play for a while, if I can help it!"
"But..." was all Akane could get out.
"It ain't gonna work, Akane, so you can put those tears away!"
"I just..." Akane started to sniffle. But instead of usually caving in...
"Sorry, you're just gonna have to go it alone, tonight." Ranma remained firm, using the memory of the previous days as an anchor.
Akane bowed her head, and began to sniffle, but before she could get the full works, Shampoo intervined.
"Akane no worry, Shampoo keep company," The Amazon stated, setting two bowls of ramen on the table, "Now let Shampoo take you upstairs to clean up. Tears making make-up run."
"But I'm not wearing any make-up!"
"You should, make Akane too, too beautiful, yes?"
"Wha?" Ranma went in pursuit, only to find that the table he was standing by *conveniently* was placed right in his path. Ranma managed to *conveniently* bump into the weak, broken leg of it, causing the table to *conveniently* tilt in his direction, thus causing the bowls of steaming, scalding, quite frankly, HOT ramen to *conveniently* slide down into his lap, while the table's corner itself *conveniently* slammed into his foot.
There seems to be a running theme there...
"I've been meaning to get that fixed permenantly," Cologne stated idly.
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Ranma grumbled, as he nursed his scalded crotch, "Stupid, clumbsy, violent chick..."
"You say something, Son-in-law?" Cologne enquired, after retrieving a mop and bucket.
"Yeah, I think your great-granddauther's trying to kill me or something!"
Cologne paused, and blinked at this, "Nonsense, but... what makes you come to this conclusion?"
"It's nothing," Ranma placated, "I've just been having weird accidents all morning, that's all."
"All around Shampoo, I presume?" the old woman pryed.
"It ain't her fault, I know. I'm just catching Akane's clumbsiness or something."
"Perhaps," Colgone handed Ranma the mop and bucket.
"Huh?"
"You spilled it, you clean it, sonny-boy," Cologne stated, as she headed upstairs. Ranma blinked a few times, before setting to task disgruntally.
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"I don't understand why Ranma's being so vehimant about this, now," Akane said to herself more than to the other girl.
"No worry about Ranma, he is being too, too stubborn." Shampoo stated, while reading a Hong Kong print manga on her bedding.
"Maybe so, but This still isn't really like him." Akane turned around in the chair she was sitting in to look directly at Shampoo, "Something spooked him big time, we have to find out what it is."
"If Akane say so," Shampoo replied, not even looking up.
"Shampoo," Cologne walked into the room she and Shampoo shared, and nodded to Akane, "Are you having a problem with Son-in-Law?"
Shampoo looked up, and blinked, "Shampoo have no problem."
"Oh," the matriarch dallied on the thought a bit, "so I don't suppose you're initiating the three year death, are you?"
"Great Grandmother, what that?" Cologne looked closely at Shampoo's guileless and innocent face.
"Three year death?" Akane repeated, curious, and a bit concerned
"Whenever an Amazon woman reaches a certain point with a male, wether it be their husband, brother, boyfriend, or possibly even son, their anger is so great, it cannot be released at once. Thus, begins the dreaded Three Year Death." Cologne turned to walk out the room, "Shampoo, I know son-in-law can be irritating at times, but please, spare him for a bit."
"Shampoo not know what Great Grandmother talk about."
"Mmm, perhaps not, maybe I'm just being paranoid," Cologne left the room. Akane turned to look at Shampoo again, who was occupied in her manga.
"Shampoo..."
Shampoo looked up with a smile, "Yes, Akane-chan?"
"You're not mad at Ranma anymore, are you?"
Shampoo thought on it a bit, "No, Shampoo no mad at boy-type."
"You sure about that?"
"Is positive."
"Good, because I wouldn't want you to do anything rash."
"Akane worry too much. Want cuddle?"
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Ranma grumbled, but finished mopping, just as Cologne came back downstairs, "Hey, it wasn't my fault! Why did I have to do this?"
"Well, who's fault is it?" the elderly woman asked, curiously. Ranma kept quiet for a few moments, before something popped into mind.
"Old Ghoul... ouch... whaddya do that for?"
"Respect your elders, sonny-boy!"
Ranma considered it, since he was asking her a rather important question, "Ah... those blasts Herb was throwing around, how did he do them?"
Cologne tilted her head, "Oh? Why would you like to know?"
"I just... well, I kinda think I can do one..."
Cologne stared, before demanding, "spit it out, Ranma."
"Well, when I was... her... I... threw one at Herb..."
Cologne stared, before replying, "And you're still breathing, impressive!"
"Huh? Are those blasts supposed to hurt you pretty bad, or something?"
"No, I mean you attacked Herb, and you're still alive. I would have suspected that there would not be enough left of you to fill a catfood can, much less be fully intact."
Ranma's eyes narrowed at the comment, "I held my own against her... him, and won, you old Ghoul!"
Cologne stared, before she busted up laughing. As she rolled around the ground, pounding her fists against the floorboards, and choking on lack of air, Ranma started to become irritated, "What's so funny?"
"Ah... something I just heard," Cologne placated, while getting herself under control "It was a bit of a delayed reaction."
"You don't believe me, do you?"
"It doesn't matter what I believe at the moment," the Amazon Matriarch waved the question off, "Herb is a master of ki, and the blasts he utilizes were developed from his own life force."
"Whoa, I did that? Isn't that dangerous?" Ranma enquired, considering the consequences of shooting off your own life energy."
"It can be," Cologne mused, "Such as the roaring lion bullet, which is focused by despair and anger. It causes the utilizer to fall deeper into a pit of anguish, making it easier to use the technique, but at the cost of their happiness and self-peace."
"Man, but Herb didn't seem to be having problems with it."
"Well, there are less dangerous ki force techniques. You said you managed to do one?"
"Ah, yeah, but I'm not sure how," Ranma admitted, once again thinking back.
"Interesting, very interesting indeed. Well, I can train you in various ways of achieving such techniques, but I think it would be best if we investigate this further."
Ranma was about to speak up, but decided against it, "Anyway, I think me and Akane better head on out, now, before we're missed."
"Why don't you go on ahead, and let Akane stay the night here? I think she would make Shampoo good company for the evening." Ranma's face soured a bit.
"I... guess."
Cologne nodded, before showing Ranma to the door, "Oh, and one more thing, Son-in-law. It may be within your best intrests if you kept a distance from Shampoo for a little while. I can't offer you reason for such precaution, but it may be prudent." Ranma begrudgingly nodded, before heading off.
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Later on that night...
"What did you say, Shampoo?" Akane asked, with an irritated, yet satisfied tone. She turned up to look at Shampoo's face from where her head rested on the other girl's chest.
"Just cuddling," Shampoo almost purred, as she adjusted herself.
Cologne pulled off her headphones, which were going at full blast, "Might I suggest you two retire to the storage room whenever you're feeling rambungious? Some of us would like to sleep without having to endure your activities..."
'Three Year Little Death'
"RANMA!" Akane exclaimed, as her and Shampoo watched their fiancee walk in wearily through the front gates with a thick parka. Ranma didn't lift the hood, until he got onto the porch.
"Hey 'Kane, Shampoo. I know it's nice and all that I'm back, but I'm gonna need some time to myself for a while..." Ranma trudged between both girls, and into the house.
"Ra-Ranma-sama?" Akane almost whispered, as she watched Ranma continue on, not even looking back. Ranma may had missed the slight despair in Akane's voice, but the violet eyed Amazon beside her did not. Those very same eyes hardened in disapproval.
"Akane-chan, we go get too, too delicious ramen at Cat Cafe, make you feel better, yes?" Akane looked up, and nodded with a certain resignation. As she lead the other girl away, Shampoo spared one more withering glance backwards.
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"Where you been, boy?" Genma enquired, while looking sternly at his son.
"Training trip, alright?" Ranma snapped back, heading up to the guest room to put up his supplies.
"Oh, son, I'm glad you've returned, Akane's been terribly upset about your absense," Nodoka, turning away from her game of shougi with Soun. She idly used the hilt of her sword to jack-slap her gaming partner without turning around, as his hand got a bit too close to the pieces when it was her turn. "She's been moaning all day. Even with Shampoo here, she seemed lonely without you... what?"
Ranma and Genma dropped their dry stares at Nodoka, and returned to confronting each other, allowing Nodoka to start re-arranging game pieces. "Well, I expect some improvement, boy. I'm not going easy on you tonight!"
"Pop, if you knew what's good for ya, you'd leave me a lone for the time being," Ranma warned, continuing upstairs.
"INSOLENT BOY, WHY..."
"Genma, leave him alone," Nodoka commanded, gently; 'gently' being she only stroked the sheath of her sword, instead of picking it up.
"Er, right, the boy needs time to himself... wouldn't want to interrupt anything, or something..."
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"I see, so Son-in-law has returned from whatever journey?" Cologne asked, sitting at the table, and watching Akane eat, as Shampoo stroked her hair.
"Yeah," Akane replied sullenly, "but he barely said a word to me since he got back."
"Hmm, mayhaps something happened while he was gone that's leaving him rather troubled?" Cologne suggested, recalling her most rescent attack.
"I wish he would at least tell me about it," Akane groused, "Isn't he supposed to trust me?"
"Is no right how male-airen treat Akane," Shampoo growled, continuing to pet Akane.
"Ah, Shampoo, you're starting to get a little hard..." Akane stated, while her head was snapping back with each pet, and her scalp was beginning to strain.
Shampoo didn't seem to hear Akane, "Shampoo go speak with Ranma now, tell him he hurt Akane!"
"Shampoo..." Cologne tried to get her great-granddaughter's attention, as Akane strained to hold onto her hair, which was now starting to be pulled roughly by Shampoo's hard petting.
"No, great-grandmother, you is said it wife's duty to put mans in place..." Shampoo growled with a burning fire building in her eyes. She stopped petting Akane, but held her hand firmly in place.
"That's true, but..."
"Is okay, Great-grandmother, Shampoo know her duty. Akane come too, learn how to handle arrogant mans..." Shampoo looked down at Akane, and found her fury building even further, "Aiyaaa, Ranma make Akane cry!" Akane exhaled, as Shampoo pulled her hand from her scalp, and clutched it into a fist, "Shampoo make Ranma pay for upsetting Akane-chan!" With that, the younger Amazon stormed out of the restaurant.
Akane wiped the tears from her eyes that had built up from Shampoo holding her eyes open accidentally by holding her scalp back, "um... did I miss something here?"
"I was hoping you may fill me in," Cologne replied, with a dumbfounded look.
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"HA!" Ranma held his hands in front of him.
"HIYAAAA!" He thrust them forward again...
"Um... KAMEHAMEHA!" Still nothing...
"Damn," Ranma grumbled, settling into lotus position in the middle of the dojo. He thought back to his girlside's battle with Herb, but for the life of him, he couldn't figure how she had managed it. "We were able to throw some sort of blast like Herb did, but I can't remember how we did it!" Ranma once again focused on his aura; it was in comparison to his girlside's about as powerful as a sixty-watt bulb to a lighthouse, but at least he was able to figure out how to focus that from their experience.
It was like they were concentrating their aura into a point between their hands, but...
"Ranma!"
The pigtailed boy sighed, and turned to look at Shampoo, "I'd rather be alone right now, if you don't mind..."
"Shampoo mind too, too much!" She snapped back, with her hands on her hips, "Where you go?"
"Leave me alone," Ranma replied, turning away.
Shampoo's brow furrowed, "You no ignore me!"
"Look, Shampoo, I'm not in the mood right now! Why don't you go and keep Akane company?"
"Is other woman, isn't it?" Shampoo growled, "Is that Herb princess! You cheat on Shampoo and Akane!"
"WHAT?!?" Ranma screeched, jumping to his feet, "HERB'S A GUY!"
Shampoo's eyes widened in surprise, "So, you is swinging that way? Shampoo never suspect..."
"IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!" Ranma shouted, "Shampoo, can we continue this another time?"
"No, you tell Shampoo why you make Akane cry!"
"I didn't make her cry, I..." Ranma was holding Shampoo by the sides of her shoulders suddenly, "Akane's crying? Why?"
Shampoo's eyes turned hard, so hard, they almost seemed to shatter, before Shampoo's expression turned to complacent and guileless, "What Shampoo say about touching Shampoo when boy-type?"
"Ah..." Ranma immidiately let go of her, and backed away before he earned her usual violent way of her reminding him, "I didn't mean to!"
Shampoo waved her hand to dismiss it, while tapping her foot, "Is no problem, Shampoo talk to you later..." With that, Shampoo walked out of the dojo.
"Hey, wait a sec, why is Akan-" Ranma was cut off, as the piece of the floorboard that Shampoo tapped her foot on, came loose, rose up, and smacked him in the face.
"Ouch."
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"Hey, Shampoo, wait!"
The Amazon stopped, turning to Ranma with a curious expression, also stopping the way she was idly tossing a pebble up and down in her hand, "What you want?"
"Something wrong with Akane? Ya gotta tell me!"
Shampoo blinked, before she got an expression of reccollection, "Ohhh, is okay. Akane get over it eventually."
"Get over what? She ain't sick, is she?" Ranma asked, getting nervous.
"Akane fine," Shampoo replied, almost flippantly, before turning away, and continuing to the Cat Cafe.
"First, you get angry because Akane's upset, and now you blow it oooOOOOOOMPH!"
"Ranma too, too clumbsy," Shampoo chided, not bothering to turn around. Ranma reached under him, and found the pebble he had slipped on. Ranma rubbed his behind, before shooting to his feet, and landing on a rake that he could have sworn wasn't in front of him previously.
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"IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE, PUMPKIN..."
"Pumpkin? Why are you calling her 'pumpkin'?"
"Hold on, I can explain to the both of ya. I..."
::BLAM BLAM BLAM::
Well, that was rather... something, wasn't it? I guess the word I'm looking for is... seemingly pointless.
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"Shampoo back!" the young Amazon called out, as she walked by Akane, observing her great Grandmother cook, and kissed her on the cheek. "Shampoo have talk with Ranma, everything fine now."
"Thanks, Shampoo." Akane's brows furrowed, "What was wrong?"
"It not important," Shampoo stated, just as the entrance to the restuarant opened. Akane gasped, Cologne blinked, and Shampoo took a taste of what her Great Grandmother was preparing.
"Um... son-in-law..." Cologne enquired.
Ranma relocated his shoulder with a wince, and then removed the bananna peel from his head, "Ah... little accident on the way here..."
"RANMA!" Akane shouted, snapping out of her shock, "I've missed you!"
Ranma blushed slightly, "Well, um, than-HEY!"
Akane blinked, "Ranma, why'd you move?"
"YOU JUST TRIED TO SPLASH ME!" the still pigtailed *boy* shouted, while clutching tenatiously to the ceiling.
Akane looked down at her now empty water glass, "Yeah?"
"forget it, Akane!" Ranma growled, dropping back to look at the other girl levelly, "She ain't coming out to play for a while, if I can help it!"
"But..." was all Akane could get out.
"It ain't gonna work, Akane, so you can put those tears away!"
"I just..." Akane started to sniffle. But instead of usually caving in...
"Sorry, you're just gonna have to go it alone, tonight." Ranma remained firm, using the memory of the previous days as an anchor.
Akane bowed her head, and began to sniffle, but before she could get the full works, Shampoo intervined.
"Akane no worry, Shampoo keep company," The Amazon stated, setting two bowls of ramen on the table, "Now let Shampoo take you upstairs to clean up. Tears making make-up run."
"But I'm not wearing any make-up!"
"You should, make Akane too, too beautiful, yes?"
"Wha?" Ranma went in pursuit, only to find that the table he was standing by *conveniently* was placed right in his path. Ranma managed to *conveniently* bump into the weak, broken leg of it, causing the table to *conveniently* tilt in his direction, thus causing the bowls of steaming, scalding, quite frankly, HOT ramen to *conveniently* slide down into his lap, while the table's corner itself *conveniently* slammed into his foot.
There seems to be a running theme there...
"I've been meaning to get that fixed permenantly," Cologne stated idly.
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Ranma grumbled, as he nursed his scalded crotch, "Stupid, clumbsy, violent chick..."
"You say something, Son-in-law?" Cologne enquired, after retrieving a mop and bucket.
"Yeah, I think your great-granddauther's trying to kill me or something!"
Cologne paused, and blinked at this, "Nonsense, but... what makes you come to this conclusion?"
"It's nothing," Ranma placated, "I've just been having weird accidents all morning, that's all."
"All around Shampoo, I presume?" the old woman pryed.
"It ain't her fault, I know. I'm just catching Akane's clumbsiness or something."
"Perhaps," Colgone handed Ranma the mop and bucket.
"Huh?"
"You spilled it, you clean it, sonny-boy," Cologne stated, as she headed upstairs. Ranma blinked a few times, before setting to task disgruntally.
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"I don't understand why Ranma's being so vehimant about this, now," Akane said to herself more than to the other girl.
"No worry about Ranma, he is being too, too stubborn." Shampoo stated, while reading a Hong Kong print manga on her bedding.
"Maybe so, but This still isn't really like him." Akane turned around in the chair she was sitting in to look directly at Shampoo, "Something spooked him big time, we have to find out what it is."
"If Akane say so," Shampoo replied, not even looking up.
"Shampoo," Cologne walked into the room she and Shampoo shared, and nodded to Akane, "Are you having a problem with Son-in-Law?"
Shampoo looked up, and blinked, "Shampoo have no problem."
"Oh," the matriarch dallied on the thought a bit, "so I don't suppose you're initiating the three year death, are you?"
"Great Grandmother, what that?" Cologne looked closely at Shampoo's guileless and innocent face.
"Three year death?" Akane repeated, curious, and a bit concerned
"Whenever an Amazon woman reaches a certain point with a male, wether it be their husband, brother, boyfriend, or possibly even son, their anger is so great, it cannot be released at once. Thus, begins the dreaded Three Year Death." Cologne turned to walk out the room, "Shampoo, I know son-in-law can be irritating at times, but please, spare him for a bit."
"Shampoo not know what Great Grandmother talk about."
"Mmm, perhaps not, maybe I'm just being paranoid," Cologne left the room. Akane turned to look at Shampoo again, who was occupied in her manga.
"Shampoo..."
Shampoo looked up with a smile, "Yes, Akane-chan?"
"You're not mad at Ranma anymore, are you?"
Shampoo thought on it a bit, "No, Shampoo no mad at boy-type."
"You sure about that?"
"Is positive."
"Good, because I wouldn't want you to do anything rash."
"Akane worry too much. Want cuddle?"
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Ranma grumbled, but finished mopping, just as Cologne came back downstairs, "Hey, it wasn't my fault! Why did I have to do this?"
"Well, who's fault is it?" the elderly woman asked, curiously. Ranma kept quiet for a few moments, before something popped into mind.
"Old Ghoul... ouch... whaddya do that for?"
"Respect your elders, sonny-boy!"
Ranma considered it, since he was asking her a rather important question, "Ah... those blasts Herb was throwing around, how did he do them?"
Cologne tilted her head, "Oh? Why would you like to know?"
"I just... well, I kinda think I can do one..."
Cologne stared, before demanding, "spit it out, Ranma."
"Well, when I was... her... I... threw one at Herb..."
Cologne stared, before replying, "And you're still breathing, impressive!"
"Huh? Are those blasts supposed to hurt you pretty bad, or something?"
"No, I mean you attacked Herb, and you're still alive. I would have suspected that there would not be enough left of you to fill a catfood can, much less be fully intact."
Ranma's eyes narrowed at the comment, "I held my own against her... him, and won, you old Ghoul!"
Cologne stared, before she busted up laughing. As she rolled around the ground, pounding her fists against the floorboards, and choking on lack of air, Ranma started to become irritated, "What's so funny?"
"Ah... something I just heard," Cologne placated, while getting herself under control "It was a bit of a delayed reaction."
"You don't believe me, do you?"
"It doesn't matter what I believe at the moment," the Amazon Matriarch waved the question off, "Herb is a master of ki, and the blasts he utilizes were developed from his own life force."
"Whoa, I did that? Isn't that dangerous?" Ranma enquired, considering the consequences of shooting off your own life energy."
"It can be," Cologne mused, "Such as the roaring lion bullet, which is focused by despair and anger. It causes the utilizer to fall deeper into a pit of anguish, making it easier to use the technique, but at the cost of their happiness and self-peace."
"Man, but Herb didn't seem to be having problems with it."
"Well, there are less dangerous ki force techniques. You said you managed to do one?"
"Ah, yeah, but I'm not sure how," Ranma admitted, once again thinking back.
"Interesting, very interesting indeed. Well, I can train you in various ways of achieving such techniques, but I think it would be best if we investigate this further."
Ranma was about to speak up, but decided against it, "Anyway, I think me and Akane better head on out, now, before we're missed."
"Why don't you go on ahead, and let Akane stay the night here? I think she would make Shampoo good company for the evening." Ranma's face soured a bit.
"I... guess."
Cologne nodded, before showing Ranma to the door, "Oh, and one more thing, Son-in-law. It may be within your best intrests if you kept a distance from Shampoo for a little while. I can't offer you reason for such precaution, but it may be prudent." Ranma begrudgingly nodded, before heading off.
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Later on that night...
"What did you say, Shampoo?" Akane asked, with an irritated, yet satisfied tone. She turned up to look at Shampoo's face from where her head rested on the other girl's chest.
"Just cuddling," Shampoo almost purred, as she adjusted herself.
Cologne pulled off her headphones, which were going at full blast, "Might I suggest you two retire to the storage room whenever you're feeling rambungious? Some of us would like to sleep without having to endure your activities..."