Ranma of St. Bacchus, Chapter 02
by Chaos Orchid
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Code, Code… What Code!? (She) didn't remember! But it seemed to have been so drilled into (her) it inhibited (her) from fighting girls –But wasn't SHE a girl!?
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I am using different ways to distinguish those pronouns for Ran(ma) from those that aren't. This makes for easier referral, but also makes descriptive words and phrases more contextually meaningful.
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The Terror of Shampoo
What made (her) a girl was added to the wedgie that separated asscheeks that were too pump for (her) liking; (she) could actually feel a draft as the top of (her) panties was tugged away from (her) (too unmanly) pelvis!
*Rip!* Part of the green, baby doll nightie remained pinned by the arrow that had slowed (her) escape through this third-story window.
Third story!? Was she crazy!? She had been in such a frantic panic that she didn't think of what that would have done to her!?
Confused; wondering if (her) body really did know how to survive the jump even if (her) mind was unconvinced, more girls in the dorm hall added their hands to her capture. More soft and smooth was added to (her) own. So unfamiliar.
"We have her!" said a girl who had nothing to do with keeping the still half-confused, half-struggling redhead under control. There was a cheer from the others being entertained by the event happening outside their dorm rooms.
"Yuna! Mao!" odango bob-tails called out.
"On it, Junko! Ready Mao!(?)" Before the cat-like girl could respond, the kyūdō archer let lose her next arrow. It threaded the needle between the dozens of girls in the hall. Mao had to stretch for it…
But she did catch it. Loosely tied to it was a gymnastics ribbon.
"On the count of three !" said one of the girls with a firm grip on the back of pigtailed girl's panties, the one with hair that was white in the front but black everywhere else.
"Understood, Yuko!" responded the others who also held onto the shortstack.
Without memories of prior battles, (she) was ready on the count of three to use all her might and whatever skills (her) body had to escape!
They let loose of her on "two". This left both (her) mind and body unprepared and out of position. And that was enough to allow Mao to spin the ribbon around (her), and for the girls who had held (her) to bind her with it!
"Aw, we're not doing shibari on her?" , "Maybe later!?" , "Maybe if she continues to misbehave?" , "Maybe if she doesn't" laughed one of the hall girls.
(Her) dignity damaged, (Ran's) mind acknowledge for the first time (she) was in a see-through, girly nightie. (Her) lower right side felt better because the rip left it nude. (She) liked nude. (What she didn't like having a narrow waist flaring out to a hip.)
"I see I, your team captain general, Kodachi, the Black Rose, have trained you all well!" said the haughty girl with the side ponytail. "I, of course, could have accomplished the trivial challenge by myself alone. But this was a decent enough training exercise for you kohai, my underlings.
"See that you keep this Ran the Rebelier is under control." It sounded like a threat to everybody present.
But to one in particular, "Noa, I heard your name is; she is your responsibility."
"Me?! Why not Junko?! I kohai to kohai around here! I not even Japanese!"
"I see I have to explain how the traditional Japanese social system works. So bothersome you are, Outsider.
"You are no longer the most lowly. Yamada Ran is. That makes you her senpai. But it is true that everybody else is your senpai. When punishment must be met out, we begin at the bottom and progress up. This means those above you will see that you accomplish the duty assigned. Whether yours or theirs.
"And since everybody will be keeping an eye on you and the Cockroach, I can leave for home. Ta, ta!"
"What, she don't stay here?" 'Ran' asked. "I thought this was a dorm?"
"She lives in Nerima." , "This is Kodaira." , "We're to the east of Nerima." , "A manageable walking distance away." , "Her Noble Lady, Kodachi the Black Rose just has to reside in her 'castle'."
"Castle!?"
"Yeah! Her clan is richer than anybody else here." , "It owns St. Hebereke!" , "Nicknamed 'St Bacchus '!" , "Bacchus! The Roman god of wine and parties!" , "That's the real challenge around here!" , "It's boring just studying and doing Rhythmic Gymnastics!" , "I wish we could have an orgy!"
"Well, I don't!" 'Ran' declared. "And we're too young to drink wine or other kinds of booze! You hafta be twenty for it to be legal!"
"Oo, here's a girl that's going to be fun to corrupt!" , "I wish we could be corrupted more." , "Right!" , "But it's difficult to get away with anything around Prof. Matsushida!" , "Frustrating!" , "It's that sharp nose of hers!" , "Not only can she smell alcohol…" , "...she smells when you're horny ." , "That leaves out group sex, for sure." , "She has to go on vacation some time!" , "There's the away games!" , "Like with Fūrinkan!" , "I'd like to fuck Kodachi's blue balls brother, just for revenge!" , "I'd like to fuck any boy, just for–"
'Ran' saw through an inside hall window where (she) was being led: A Beauty Solon!
(She) bolted! The ribbon not knotted around (her) and used as a leash snapped!
"Get her girls!" , " Trip her!" , "So many legs, and she avoids them!?" , "Yuko's grabbed her!" , " Grab her legs!" , " Lift her off the ground!" , " Carry her into the solon!"
"Please, Yamada-san, do not cause trouble!" Ohara Noa pleaded.
But (she) did struggle inside her bondage, writhing and twisting as much as the arms that surrounded (her) from above (her) boobs to (her) ankles allowed. The soft, smooth, warm to hot skin contact actually emotionally repelled (her) for ( she ), too, was soft, smooth and, now, hot from the effort (she) was exerting!
(She) continued spending energy even after (she'd) been tied to the salon chair. But it was punishing (her), making (her) more and more hungry!
"Out, out!" , "You all can't be in here!" , "There's no more room in the room!" , "We are her dormmates!" , "And Yuna is one of the best beauticians at Hebereke!" , "Promise you'll make her a Bacchus girl?" , "No promises" , "It's going to be a real challenge just to give Ran a shampoo–"
"Shampoo !" the redhead cried out in panic, (her) pigtail whipping from side to side, looking as if (she) looking out for a ghost (she) feared haunted her!
"Please, Yamada-san–Ran- chan! ," Noa begged. "It is just a simple hair washing! It will not hurt you!"
Yuna grabbed the uncooperative girl by the pigtail, forcing her to stop moving her head violently about. "Better. Now, do you want me to cut off your braid or not?" It was a threat.
"My pigtail! My queue! Anything but that!"
"I see. We've found a weak point of yours."
"Cut it off anyway!" Mao said with her Cheshire cat-like grin. If she were a cat, she'd be a Scottish Fold.
"No!" cried Noa. "Don't! Don't!" She was on the point of tears. "My step-dad cut off all my long, lovely hair! I don't want that to happen to poor Ran-chan, too!" She did have very short, light brown hair. And 'Ran' liked it that way on her. It reminded (her) of the way most boys wear their hair. Most of the girls (she'd) seen at this school had long hair.
Not that (she) was really listening to any of the discussion around (her). Escape, escape, think, think escape …
"Too bad Ran's hair is short. Without the braid, her hair will only reach to her shoulders." Junko was one of the girls with short hair. But the dark brown hair was done up in two very short ponytails that stuck up from near the top of her head, odango style. The twin bobbed tails were kept in place by bobbles. ('Ran' didn't notice the long but thin ponytail coming off low from her head.)
"There's more you can do with long hair," Yuna said, taking off the bandanna she had over the updo in the back of her head. It revealed that the brunette had a French braid. And one more elaborate than an archer needed. She was, in fact, a beautician at heart.
"Hey, why don't we dye her hair!" Yuko suggested. She had a long, full ponytail, it and the rest of her hair was Japanese black. But her bangs were swept right and left and dyed(?) white. It was weird by Japanese standards. Especially in schools, which often required all its students to have only black hair.
"This is her natural color," Yuna noted. "You can see it is by her pubic hair."
"That nightie really does not hide anything," Noa noted, embarrassed for the girl.
"Let's dye her bush, too," Yuko grinned.
"The hair color stays," Yuna told her.
"Her hair color can stay, but that doesn't mean her fur has to!" Mao was holding a can of lather and a woman's razor.
"That's for Yuna to decide!" Junko told the impulsive girl. And not trusting her, she placed a face towel on the redhead's lap. That should slow Mao down in time for her to stop her from mischief-making.
"I will decide what style to give Ran as soon as I see what I have to work with," Yuna said, more to herself than the others. Many seconds later, she said, "This girl really put a knot in this cord. I'll get the scissors and cut it."
"No! NO! DON'T CUT MY DRAGON'S WHISKER!" (she) screamed as loud as (she) could!
"Okay! Okay! We hear you! We hear you!" Yuna cried back. And the others all went, "HAI!"
"Calm down, calm down, calm down," Yuna said, stroking the anxious girl's hair and head.
Of course, Mao had to say, "What's a dragon's whisker?"
"Dra,dra,gon's whisker?" (She) fear took a dive, when she realized, "I don't remember." (She) didn't remember almost everything before (she) woke up, what(?), less than half-an-hour ago. The greater mysteries of the unknowns, though, held no real terror for her.
"It must be new kind of hair ornament?" Noa suggested.
"It does not look like anything special," Yuna said, studying it. "You can barely see it, in fact. It does, though, have an unusual texture. It almost feels alive."
"Alive!" Noa became spooked.
" Almost ," Yuna told the frightened foreigner. "It has a…an energy(?) about it? But of a kind I have never felt before."
Yuko nudged Yuna out of the way and lifted Ran's braid. "I'm a miko at our family shrine. I've touched sacred and consecrated objects and know their feel. This seems similar."
"There kami in it? " Noa now didn't know what her reaction should be. She had a difficult time with understanding just what kami were supposed to be.
"Let me concentrate," Yuko said, closing her eyes. "I'm trying to get an image in my mind's eye…" This went on long enough for many, starting with the spectators outside the salon and Mao inside, to become impatient. Nothing spectacular and spectator-worthy was going on. Until, "...soup, I see soup." Yuna opened her eyes and there were question marks in her pupils. Even she had no idea what that meant. "There were high mountains. Maybe in Tibet? Near it?"
She pulled the loop of the knot, and the dragon's whisker came easily untied.
"She has the magic touch!" Mao grinned.
"Magic-and-miko are only in pop fiction, Yuko said. Then sighed. But she then gazed at what she held, wondering.
"Don't lose that! Don't lose that! Don't–"
"Quiet, Ran, or you'll never get it back!" Junko warned her.
"Okay, now I will comb this mop and see how the hairs naturally lie," Yuna said, doing just that. "Well, she does not have an ahoge, cowlick."
"That idiot hair, in anime, right?" asked Noa.
"She may not have an ahoge, but Ran has been acting like an idiot," Junko said.
"Yes. Trying to commit suicide by throwing herself out a third-story window, forcing us to tie her tightly up from boobs to ankles – And into this chair! All over a simple thing like a shampoo." Yuna said, while lowering the back of the salon chair. The no-longer pigtailed girl's neck rested on the curve in the sink. "Time to turn on the hot water."
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NOTES:
Ran(ma)'s martial arts and other bodily actions were so well-trained into him that they are in her cerebellum, brain stem and even reflexes. They are far below his cerebrum and her conscious and subconscious and uneffected by Kodachi's amnesia poison.
Junko and Yuko were the only named one-off characters in the anime episode where Ranma fought Kodachi in a Martial Arts Rhythmic Gymnastics match, S1E13. I'm using their filler time as a starting point to flesh out the characters and personalities. My mentioned a Prof. Matsushida and a manga picture was shown that resembled her. Except for them (and Ranma and Kodachi, of course) all of the other characters are my own creations.