Kasumi was in the house folding the clothes as she watched the television quietly humming when the phone rang in the foyer, she set aside the shirt in her hand aside before standing up and walking toward the phone to pick it up.
"Tendo Residence," she said in a sing song voice. "Oh, hello, Ryonami. Why are you calling? I thought Nabiki was with you. Oh my."
Kasumi's cheerful serenity became a more serious one for a moment, a change of fractions of an inch that flickered away very briefly once Ryonami kept talking. She reached for the desk in the hall and pulled out a pen and some paper as she started taking notes.
"Yes, I have the hospital," Kasumi said. "And you said..Dr. Kinnesy, he's..oh, she's a foreign doctor. I see. And she said that Nabiki should be fine? Yes. And Akane did what? Oh, Akane, Akane, Akane. Thank you, Ryonami, yes, I'll tell you when I learn something."
The eldest Tendo set the phone down with a clipped, precise motion as she took out another sheet of paper and set to leaving Ranma a note as to the situation. She turned into the house to find one of her shopping bags in which she then placed a few of the items of clothing she'd been folding, humming serenely to herself.
Absently, after placing one of Nabiki's skirt and blouse combinations into the bag, she took up a two-piece bathing suit, that didn't appear sized for anybody in the house, folded it carefully and placed it inside. She'd realized what she was doing sometime in the middle of folding the top, but continued on with what she was doing without missing a beat anyway and then grabbed a proper bra and panties.
There was no one to see the mistake, of course, but had there been, they would have taken it as merely Kasumi's characteristic mistiness and that she had a reason, even if it was something unfathomable, for doing such a strange thing. It was much better to be seen as eccentric than to admit even brief moments of absent-mindedness.
"I can return it to Shampoo on the way back home," she reasoned quietly to herself before standing up and walking back to the foyer.
She took another few moments to re-arrange the note where it would be seen on entering the house. Ranma should have been back before anybody else given the situation. Especially with the fathers out at a monthly neighborhood council meeting and likely to be back well after the normal post-meeting drinking party the so-called responsible members of the community would attend afterwards.
Kasumi opened the closet and retrieved her purse, slipping it into the bag and then stepped out into the entry hall to step out of her house slippers and into her walking shoes. She had perhaps taken a few fractions of a second out of her normal pace, quickening it slightly as she left the house and closed the door behind her with her aim in the direction of the subway station.
The eldest Tendo was half-way there when she found the path before her momentarily and suddenly blocked.
"Kasumi-chan!" the young woman in front of her declared before wrapping the Tendo sister in an expressive hug followed by a sudden lip-lock.
Upon release, Kasumi took a heavy breath and stepped back away from the women in front of her, smoothing her clothing and putting on a wan smile with her normal attitude of serenity.
Kasumi took in the features of the other woman briefly, holding politely still and resisting the urge to keep walking past her. The other woman wasn't much older than Kasumi, and had been in the year ahead of the Tendo. She had her hair in a pixie cut, with blue colored highlights. She was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt that proclaimed her allegiance to the Horde while carrying a laptop bag off her shoulder. Her skin was a very slight tan that Kasumi was happy to see, though it looked like her ears were a bit dried out, maybe a sunburn?
"Yayoi-sempai. Oh my," she said, flushing and patting at her chest before returning the hug just as enthusiastically if a bit more carefully. "What are you doing here? I thought you were attending classes."
"I have an empty weekend for once and decided to pay my old, little friend a visit," she said, frowning. "Is something wrong?"
"Yes, Nabiki is in the hospital," Kasumi said.
"Oh!" the woman said, moving forward to wrap her arms comfortingly around Kasumi's shoulder. "Is it serious? What happened?"
"I'm told that it was minor, I'm bringing her a change of clothes just in case," the younger woman noted seriously. "Something fell off a van and hit her."
"Oh, that van," Yayoi said rolling her eyes. "Yeah, I almost got hit by something too. Broke right in front of me and smelled like my room after a week of raids."
"Yayoi-sempai…" Kasumi said. "You didn't visit to ask me for help cleaning your dorm room, did you?"
"Oh, don't worry about me, you need to go and see Nabiki, go, go go!" Yayoi insisted. "I'll find a wifi spot and do some leveling for a couple of hours, maybe take a nap, feeling a bit tight in the chest. Then I'll come see you tonight, all right?"
Kasumi smiled slightly and reached over to hug the other woman tightly before stepping away. They'd always had a tendency to forget the personal space of others in their enthusiasms, so neither was uncomfortable with that. The kissing was new, though.
The serene young woman waved at her friend as she turned back to her task and walked the rest of the way to the subway station. Along the way, she noted a distinct tightness of her chest and wondered if perhaps she was a bit more worried than she had given herself credit for.
The station was packed with the lunch hour traffic and Kasumi stood waiting for the train next to a dark skinned woman in an American marine dress uniform. Both facts of which drew Kasumi's eye with a more than a bit of curiosity though she was quickly again focusing on her sister's possible predicament.
When the train stopped, Kasumi, the marine and practically everybody else found themselves being pressed into the car like sardines. The Tendo girl blushed heavily as she found herself pushed up against the marine bodily.
"Oh my," she said, nodding her head apologetically as her chest pushed into the foreigner's side. "I'm very sorry."
"Don't worry about it," the soldier said in the careful speech of someone who used the language as a second tongue.
Kasumi nodded appreciatively, reaching up a hand to rub at the side of her throat where a slight itch was developing. As she moved her hand, brushed along the marine's body, even as nodding put her face almost into the crook of the other's shoulder.
"Might I ask why you are in this part of town?" Kasumi asked. "If that is all right?"
"Legal thing," she said with a grunt. "Young samurai wannabe disrupting base activity. I was filing a restraining order on behalf of the base."
"Oh my," Kasumi said, thinking of Kuno with a trace of embarrassment.
"What about you?" the dark woman asked.
"My sister was hit by debris from a passing car," she explained. "I'm heading to the hospital."
As she spoke, the tightness seemed to be growing worse, and she found herself pressing into the marine woman in ways that seemed to bring an uncomfortable flush and look to the other woman's face, an expression which slowly dwindled. For her part, Kasumi hardly noticed, distracted by other things.
A quick bump shoved her forward and, more than just her body pressing into the other woman's, she brought her lips to woman's as well, kissing reflexively. And that was enjoyable.
"Oh! Oh my!" Kasumi said, flushed as she pulled back on her actions after realizing what was going on. "I'm sorry, I'm really not like that."
"The train bumped you," the marine said, shrugging.
"But still," Kasumi said hesitantly.
Whatever she'd been about to say was cut off as the train came to a stop and the doors opened up.
"That's my stop," both said at once before pushing forward to leave the train-car before it started up again.
"Well," Kasumi said sweetly. "It was nice talking to you."
"Careful, I'll start to think that kiss was on purpose," the marine said.
"Oh," the Tendo responded with a calm look. "Oh my, no. If it were on purpose it would be like this."
And so saying she reached out to grab the other woman in full view of everybody and very firmly kiss her so that the black woman's eyes goggled and several people stared in shock as the seemingly perfect housewife type moved to do such a thing.
Kasumi stepped away with a calm smile and smoothed out her clothing before looking to the marine.
"That was on purpose," she said. "And, I'm sorry, my name is Kasumi Tendo."
"Lieutenant Fariah," the marine said, trying to catch her breath and looking for a protest.
The woman glanced toward Kasumi's face, past the hidden grimace that spoke of both Kasumi's worry for Nabiki and the continuing symptoms of her own. For a moment, Lt. Fariah thought she saw the tip of something blue and aquatic sticking out of Kasumi's hair. The young Japanese woman's eyes looked bigger a bit as well, and her chest was straining against the fabric of the dress decoratively in a way that should not have caught her eye.
"I'll," the marine said. "I'll be in touch."
"All right," Kasumi said smiling politely and bowing as the marine stumbled away a little confused.
In all fairness, Kasumi was feeling a bit confused herself, though, as usual she preferred to make it look like she made such decisions on purpose rather than the result of unthinking action.
Kasumi was still several blocks away from the hospital, and she had to take a moment to head into the bathroom the way her chest was bothering her. She walked aside toward the woman's bathroom and stepped into it to take a look at herself in the mirror.
"Oh my," Kasumi gasped upon seeing her reflection.
Her skin was slowly turning a deeper and deeper tan, and her chest had grown at least two extra cup sizes. Beyond that, by now, that tip of blue the marine had seen was very clearly pushing out of her brown hair to reveal a finned shape like something one might find on a fish.
It should have bothered her, and intellect told her it should have, but it didn't.
What definitely did bother her was that her underwear felt like it was cutting her in half.
Idly humming she slowly slipped off her blouse and skirt before unclipping her bra. The garment came off with a breath releasing snap that Kasumi accompanied with a long exhaled sigh as her newly enhanced breasts came free.
A gaggle of teenagers came in and stared at her as she calmly, humming still, reached into her bag and pulled out the top to the bikini from earlier. One of them stepped forward bravely and pointed toward Kasumi's breasts, which were almost perfectly pert despite their size.
"Are those…real?" the girl asked.
Kasumi smiled, setting aside the bikini top for the moment and took the girl's hands to pull it forward and press it into her chest and holding the m there. The older teenager, near-twenty year old, leaned forward with a knowing smile.
"If they were implants, they'd feel a bit different," Kasumi explained carefully and in a perfectly normal tone as if not noticing the girl's reddening skin.
She reached forward and gave the girl a brief kiss on the lips before gesturing toward the other teenagers.
"Now, run along," she said and went about putting the bikini top on.
It wasn't more than twenty minutes later when she walked into the hospital to look for Nabiki, dressed in a bikini with her skirt billowing around to give a trace of being an acceptable outfit. The nurse at the charge desk looked up at the tanned, finned woman with the huge brown eyes as Kasumi appeared, serenity still intact.
"I'm here to see Nabiki Tendo," she said with a worried look. "I believe she was brought here."
The nurse nodded and started to type into the computer, having to correct herself several time as she kept turning to look at Kasumi. Finally, she found the file in question and saw the notes of quarantine and viral mutation and mention of mutation. The nurse glanced up toward Kasumi and noted the changes to the eldest Tendo's own form and smiled nervously.
"Could you wait a moment please?" she asked.
"Certainly," Kasumi said. "But please hurry, I am a bit concerned."
The nurse nodded and turned to call for orderlies.
Kasumi blinked as she found herself cautiously escorted by two men to the floor she was told hosted Nabiki.
Her jaw dropped as she first saw her sister in the room sitting across from a white woman who must have been Dr. Kinnesy. Both Nabiki and the doctor had a growth of black feathers growing amongst their hair and both had clawed, raptors feet from just a bit under their knees to the ground.
"Oh my!" Kasumi said.
Nabiki for her part was doing likewise as she took in Kasumi's changes.
"Kasumi?" Nabiki said. "What happened to you?"
"I guess welcome to quarantine," the white woman said with a helpless shrug.
"Quarantine?" Kasumi repeated. "Oh dear, there was something in the bottle that struck you, wasn't there?"
Nabiki nodded and rolled her eyes.
"We're trying to keep a tight…" the doctor's voice trailed off as she looked up toward the TV and reached for a remote to turn up the volume.
"And as y'all can see," the reporter was saying as she indicated the stubby horns that were starting to grow out of her head. "These changes pass on quite easily. We're no closer to finding out what has caused this to spread, but we have heard about cases all throughout Tokyo."
Behind the reporter, a pair of teenaged girls, one clearly vampiric and the other bleeding from a small cut in the neck and with ears starting to point like her friend's, were waving at the camera as they huddled together very closely and exchanged kisses.
"Oh my," Kasumi said before turning back to the doctor. "Is this a problem?"
Two hours later found the quarantine being set around the city instead of the hospital, though it was soon apparent that every strand of the virus had already escaped out into the world on international flights and the roads. Kasumi and Nabiki were released for home now that the area was broadened.
"Are you feeling all right," Kasumi asked, fussing over Nabiki as the cab the hospital had called drove them home. "It doesn't hurt?"
"No, Kasumi," Nabiki said. "I'm fine, but, what about you, I mean, these…ear things and…the chest."
"Well, your chest is not quite so small as it was either, little sister," Kasumi noted. "And your feet!"
"Yeah, remind me to talk to Ranma when we get back about training," Nabiki said.
Each of them leaned closer without really thinking of it as they looked over their changes. Eventually, Nabiki's hands cupped around Kasumi's breasts experimentally, the contradictorily large and still perky breasts.
"Oh my, Nabiki," Kasumi said. "What are you…"
She leaned forward and pushed her lips onto Nabiki's, kissing lightly.
"…are you doing?" Kasumi finished as she released the mini kiss.
The taxi cab driver goggled as the two girls in the back seat started tentatively making out. The car momentarily veered off course and brought a loud honking from oncoming traffic that preceded a sudden turn from the driver. And with that, Kasumi and Nabiki pulled apart and and sat looking embarrassed until the taxi finally arrived at the compound.
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