Rurouni Ranma
by Darkfyre99
disclaimer: Ranma ½ and related characters and situations are the property of their creator, the divine Takahashi Rumiko. Let us bow down in homage to her 133+ writing skillz. Any other characters from other anime or manga, that make an appearance in this fanfic, are also the property of their respective creators. This fanfic was written purely for entertainment purposes, and not for profit.
Despite the name, this is not a Rurouni Kenshin crossover or fusion... though I reserve the right to have some of their descendants do a cameo.
Nihongo warning: This fanfic uses a smattering of common Japanese words and phrases. If you're unfamiliar any of them, you should be able to find them at japanese dot about dot com slash blvocaburary dot htm.
I would also like to thank the folks at fukufics dot com for their input and help.
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Chapter One: "I've had all I can stands..."
"Team Ni, this is team Ichi. The Baka has gotten on bus #179, heading south. Repeat, The Baka has gotten on bus #179, heading south. And I mean ON it, as in on top of it. Prepare for intercept."
"Roger."
Tendo Nabiki, listening to her associates attempt the rather difficult task of tailing Saotome Ranma, idly wondered why she had agreed to do this ... for free. Then she remembered. In the last two weeks, Akane had gotten increasingly shrill about how Nabiki had helped ruin her wedding. Akane had also gotten more vocal, following the attempted wedding, about how she was sure Ranma was cheating on her with his other two fiancées, rather than dumping them like their fathers had ordered him to... and the child simply had to let everyone know it. It had been an extremely pleasant two weeks at the Tendo Dojo.
Nabiki privately considered her little sister a fool. Ranma had been giving his other fiancées the cold shoulder ever since the aborted wedding. Ranma had refused free food, free food, for the sake of the kami, which should've told Akane just what he thought of the actions of her rivals for his affection. Unfortunately, her little sister was proving to be as delusional as most of the other martial artists in Nerima.
Ranma had also been more polite to Akane since the wedding disaster. In Akane's mind, though, that meant he was feeling guilty about cheating on her. The idea that he might actually be attempting to make their relationship work obviously never occurred to her. Of course, he wasn't flattering her either, but his... observations... had become less like insults and more like genuine criticism. Apparently, not agreeing that Akane was brilliantly skilled at everything she put her hand to was a grave insult in and of itself. To add injury to insult, Ranma refused to eat anything Akane cooked, unless she tasted it first before serving it to him. On a positive note, at least Akane had stopped wasting good food a week ago.
"Team Roku, this is team Ni. The Baka has left the bus, and is proceeding southeast across the rooftops. He should reach your position shortly."
"Roger."
Since the wedding, Nabiki had also been confronted with a rather unpleasant truth. Ranma had apparently been well aware of her picture taking, and had allowed it to continue. For the past two weeks, however, nearly every single attempt to take a covert and risqué picture of Ranma's female form had met with failure. Just about every single time, what she had gotten would be Ranma smiling strait towards her, the fingers of Ranma's right hand making a 'V,' and the left hand ensuring that nothing salable was really visible.
Her nighttime attempts had been less than successful as well, and a lot more embarrassing. She didn't know how the guy did it, but every single time she'd slipped into Ranma's room, he'd be awake and looking right at her... usually with a suggestive comment on his lips and a grin on his face. She didn't know which was worse, Kasumi's scolding about betraying her younger sister, or Nodoka's comments that she'd approve of her as a "concubine" only, or that she should really give men a second chance.
She had finally succeeded in taking a few covert pictures when she tried a telescopic lens from 500 meters away. The first two were Ranma in all her buxom glory. The third was Ranma looking in Nabiki's general direction, her hands coming up to cover herself. The fourth was Ranma looking right at Nabiki. The fifth was the 'V' salute. And the sixth... shudder ... Ranma had somehow made a ki illusion of a naked Genma, posing seductively. That had given her enough nightmares for her to abandon her most profitable venture to date. Ranma had taken her father's demon head technique to new and horrific levels.
Nodoka going on about how manly her husband was, and another of Kasumi's lectures, didn't help matters either.
'I guess he finally learned that I really wasn't helping out to support the family. Took him long enough. I wonder if he had figured it out himself, if he had asked Kasumi, or she had told him about it. Oh, well.' Nabiki thumbed on her headset's microphone as she glanced at her map. "Team Go, team Ku, this is the Chief. Shift positions to grid F-3 and G-2. Team Shichi double-time it to grid H-2. Don't let the net unravel."
What all this ultimately meant was that Nabiki was relatively certain that if Ranma didn't want to be followed, he couldn't be... at least by someone whose skills weren't on par with his. Which meant that Ranma didn't mind Nabiki and her people trying to follow him. The guy probably viewed it as fun, and good training. Which also meant that Akane's fear of another woman was unfounded. Which in turn meant that the thousands of yen Nabiki was spending to follow Ranma's movements weren't necessary. Not to mention all the hours she was wasting. She would've just asked Ranma where he was going... if Akane had not forbidden Nabiki from 'clueing in' Ranma that he was being followed.
"Chief, this is team Ku. The Baka has gone to ground. Repeat, The Baka has gone to ground. His location is in grid G-3. Repeat, his loca... er make that her location is in grid G-3."
"Roger. Don't let The Baka fly the coop. The Chief is in route."
Ranma had been slowly changing. He no longer always carelessly insulted someone... though he was still quite proficient at the deliberate insult. He was, if anything, starting to grow up... or at least grow out of Genma's bad influence. He was even starting to pay attention at school. Ranma was no longer the predictable, easily manipulated sap he once was. Nabiki wanted to know why.
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Half an hour later, Nabiki found herself watching a Buddhist temple. Ranma, in girl form, was in one of the gardens, sitting at the feet of an elderly nun, with a look on her face usually reserved for learning a new martial arts technique. She listened to the old woman who was speaking animatedly, and apparently at great length. Periodically, Ranma would speak, no doubt asking questions, judging by the puzzled look on her face. After a while, the two began meditating. From what Nabiki could see, Ranma wasn't very good at it. The girl kept fidgeting and opening one of her eyes briefly, before returning to a more tranquil state.
"This cannot be good," Nabiki mused quietly. Ranma had found religion, and that wasn't necessarily a good thing in her books. Religion tended to change a person, and not always for the better... although she doubted that Ranma was easy prey for religion's dark-side. Ranma may have a very skewed view of honor, thanks to being raised by Genma, but there was no doubt that unlike his father he took it seriously. Ranma especially looked upon his "martial artist's duty" as sacred.
Nabiki herself didn't have much use for religion. She figured that if the gods wanted something from her, they could contact her themselves. You could never know if some priest was truly speaking for the gods, or was some confidence man. She had been an atheist before, but Ranma's arrival, and the magic, curses, ghosts, monsters, and fantastic martial arts techniques that trailed in his wake, had opened her eyes to a whole new world. Only someone delusional denied what was right before her, and she did not consider herself delusional... that honor belonged to her father and little sister.
Nabiki turned away from the temple, and absently walked to the corner, where her associates had assembled. She paid them what she'd promised, and collected the radio headsets they'd used to coordinate their efforts. She'd carefully taken them out of their packaging when she bought them, and she hoped that she'd be able to return them. This wild-goose chase had wasted enough of her money. Before she left, she gave them one last set of instructions.
"OK people, I'm interested in anything you can learn about this temple. It's probably harmless, but I'd like assurances that Ranma hasn't gotten himself involved in some doomsday cult or something. Though with Ranma's luck, he's probably involved with some refugees from a magical kingdom bent on world domination..."
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At a shrine in Azabu-Juuban, a blonde girl and her four friends all sneezed.
"Heh... I guess someone's talking about us."
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On her way home to inform her beloved little sister what she'd found, she considered what would be the best way pass on her findings. Common sense told her to keep it simple, and not irritate her volatile sister. But after the day she'd had, and the money she'd effectively wasted, she wasn't in the mood for common sense... or charity She smiled as a way to approach her little sister occurred to her. She reviewed what she'd said, her sister's probable responses, and her replies. She suddenly felt a lot better.
Akane met her at the door to their home. "Well? Where's that baka disappearing to?"
Nabiki privately agreed with Ranma. Akane could be very cute, if not downright radiant, when she smiled, but when she was angry, she was very uncute. It was a pity that she wore the latter expression more often than the former. If Akane could let go of her anger and her distrust of all things young and male, Ranma and Akane would've been married by now. She'd be enjoying that fine body of Ranma's (or both bodies, if Akane was so inclined) rather than being constantly out of sorts.
"You were right, sis. Ranma is indeed seeing another woman."
"Why that pervert! I'll kill him!"
"If Ranma does have a fetish for eighty-year old Buddhist nuns, then he would indeed be a pervert. How clever of you to figure it out. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got things to do."
"Grr... just wait until he gets back..." Akane blinked a couple times, before hurrying after her sister. "What did you say?"
"I've got things to do?"
"No, before that."
"The part about the eighty-year old Buddhist nun?"
"Yeah, that."
"Ranma's been spending his time at a Buddhist temple down in Akasaka. I guess he's trying to attain enlightenment. Either that, or she wants to catch up with her beauty sleep. Ja ne."
As Nabiki climbed the stairs to go to her bedroom, she heard her sister mutter, "What is that baka up to?"
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Two hours later, Nabiki had successfully repackaged her radios. Only careful examination would show that they had been opened. Tomorrow, she'd return them to the stores she had gotten them from. She let out a dramatic sigh. The lengths she went to in order to help out her little sister. Heading downstairs, she made her way towards the bathroom. She definitely needed a long, hot soak in the furo.
"Are we agreed, Saotome-san?"
Nabiki paused, frowning at the voice of Kuno Kodachi. 'What's she doing here? And why do I get the feeling that Genma was about to do something stupid again, and bring even more trouble upon his son's head, our family... and my potential profit margins?' Kodachi becoming another fiancée would make the situation even more volatile, and Nabiki was finding it harder to manage events to her benefit the more chaotic things became. Things had reached the point where it was to her advantage to get Akane and Ranma to settle down, no matter how amusing it may be to watch their antics.
"Of course, Kodachi-chan. And please, call me Auntie... at least for the moment."
Nabiki frowned some more. 'Nodoka? This could be trouble. Nodoka is a lot smarter than Genma, though she's so honor bound that she'd never pull the same kind of multiple engagement scam Genma did. I wonder what she's up to.' Nabiki sensed a presence behind her, and looked over her shoulder to find her older sister, Kasumi. The woman, wearing her usual apron, was frowning slightly in the direction of the family room. Of course, with Kasumi's ability to keep her equilibrium, a slight frown was the equivalent of a scowl on the young not-quite-a-housewife.
"Of course, Auntie, though I'd much rather call you Mother. I am, however, surprised that you'd take me up on my offer so quickly."
"Your offer is very generous, and I'm sure my son is manly enough to satisfy three concubines, in addition to his husbandly duties." Nodoka's tone of voice changed from steely to almost child-like. "Oh! Think of the grandchildren! You'll make a wonderful concubine for my son, along with that lovely Ukyou and that exotic Shampoo."
'Definitely not good...'"Thank you Auntie. I'm sure your son will be quite satisfied with me."
Nabiki heard one of the shoji panels slide open on the opposite side of the living room. "Just what is goin' on here... Mother?"
Nabiki frowned at the coldness in Ranma's voice. 'Shit... meet fan.'
"I'm tellin' myself that you couldn't possibly be arrangin' another engagement for me. I'm tellin' myself that my mother surely wouldn't be dishonorable enough to duplicate Pop's actions. I'm tellin' myself that unlike my bastard of a father, my own mother wouldn't prostitute her own flesh-and-blood..."
"Now Ranma, I'm just doing my duty to ensure your future will be secure..."
"How much?"
"I'm sorry?"
"How much have you sold me for this time? How much is my honor worth to you? Dare I hope it's worth more than a bowl of rice and two pickles?"
"Ranma, I will not be spoken to in that tone of voice."
"How much?"
"Kodachi-chan's offer was very generous; five million yen, and some oceanfront property in Manatsura. She isn't even asking for marriage, just to be one of your concubines."
"I see. Kodachi, take your money and go home. I'm not for sale."
"But, Ranma-sama..."
"I'd rather spend a week locked in an apartment with the old freak than have you in my household... let alone my bed."
"Ranma, its not very manly to speak that way... especially about such a lovely young woman."
"You know, Mother, I'm gettin' sick and tired of your threats... especially when your definition of 'manly' is nothin' more than an perverted adolescent with little self-control. By your definition, the old letch is the manliest man I know... and that alone is a sickenin' thought."
"Ranma, I am your mother. You will give me the respect I deserve."
"Of course, mother. If you'll excuse me..." Nabiki heard the shogi panel sliding shut before Nodoka could answer.
"Ranma-sama..."
Kodachi and Nodoka both jumped when the shoji panel behind them slid open. Nodoka turned and looked at the frowning faces of the two Tendo sisters.
"I gotta admit, Auntie, that when you sell out your son, you don't sell him cheaply."
"That wasn't very nice."
"I agree, Kasumi-chan. Nabiki-chan, I expect an apology."
"I wasn't talking about my sister's comment, Auntie."
"Then I will have my son apologize when he returns for his behavior."
"I wasn't talking about Ranma-kun's behavior either. Considering the disharmony your husband has brought to this house through such actions, I expected better from you."
"I will not be talked to in that tone of voice!"
"YOU are a guest in my home, Saotome-san. You have brought this... this person here that would disrupt the fragile strings of trust that exist between my sister and Ranma-kun."
Kodachi stared at Kasumi's finger, which pointed accusingly in her direction. Kasumi continued, "I expect her to be gone from my home shortly." Kasumi turned around, her skirt swirling violently about her calves, then returned to her kitchen.
"Congratulations, Auntie. The last person to get such a reaction from my sister was your husband, Genma. Considering some of the bone-headed stunts he's pulled, that's saying something. Quite frankly, you couldn't have chosen a better time to demonstrate why a woman like you could be married to a man like Genma. I hope it was worth it. Kodachi, the door is this way."
"Kodachi-chan is my guest."
"But she isn't welcome in our home, Saotome-san. I thought my sister made that quite clear."
"We will see what your father has to say about the behavior of his daughters, Nabiki-chan."
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Dinnertime had come to the Tendo household, and, as promised, Nodoka had addressed the issue with Soun... with predictable results.
The demon-headed family patriarch glared down at his future son-in-law. "Ranma! How dare you cheat on my little girl?"
"I knew it! I knew that you were with one of your hussies, you pervert!"
"Oh, my ungrateful son! How could you do this to your father?"
Ranma pointed at his mother with his chopsticks. "Ain't you all yellin' at the wrong person?"
"Ranma. It is not good manners to point with your chopsticks."
"You're right, mother." In short order, Ranma had let out the hot air in the demon head with one chopstick, knocked out his father with the other, and, having rises to his feet, stared down at the fuming Akane. "There are better uses for chopsticks than pointin' with them. If you'll excuse me, I've lost my appetite." Ranma left, heading towards the dojo.
"Come back here, you pervert!" Akane stomped off after her fiancé.
"Oh dear, I'd better save something for Ranma once he gets his appetite back." Kasumi took most of the dishes from the table and left for the kitchen.
"Well, this should be interesting." Nabiki picked up her dish and headed off after the young "couple." Besides, since hers was the sole remaining sustenance on the table, she didn't want to be around Genma when he woke up
Nodoka glared at the empty place that had once held her half-eaten supper. Soun looked at his equally empty place before he started weeping. "My baby girl is mad at me!" It had become pretty clear where the real power in this house lay, and in Nodoka's mind there was only room for one lady of the house. The fact that it wasn't her house didn't even cross her mind.
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Nabiki watched from the door to the walkway as Ranma did his best imitation of an angry Akane, by abusing the training dummy he had set up. It wasn't hard, since a genuinely angry Akane was right there, trying her best to abuse Ranma. Unfortunately, her best failed to even get the attention of the pig-tailed martial artist, which only served to get the girl angrier.
"Stop ignoring me and take me seriously." She made a wild swing at her fiancé, followed by an equally wild kick.
"You ain't ready for me to take you seriously." Ranma unleashed a powerful looking combination at the training dummy, even as he danced around Akane's own attacks.
"Yes I am!" She attempted to sweep Ranma's leg. "I'm a martial artist too!" She thrust her fist at Ranma's abdomen. "Now stop dodging and attack me!"
"As you wish." Much to Nabiki's amazement, Akane was soon hard pressed by Ranma's assault. Punches and kicks, plus the occasional knee and elbow, were blocked or dodged by the shorthaired girl, who was beginning to sweat and breath heavily. Nabiki blinked as she noticed a pattern to Ranma's attacks and evasions. 'Now, if I remember correctly, that series of attacks and defenses was one of the last things Daddy taught me, right before I quit the Art. It uses a combination of judo and kempo to maneuver the opponent to their own defeat, and is one of the first more complex maneuvers learned in Anything Goes. There are three places where you can break the sequence without getting hit even harder. Akane already wasted one by trying to punch Ranma through the roof...'
Nabiki watched the next series of exchanges, wincing when Akane failed to make the modified leg sweep on cue. 'I can barely follow the action, but it looks like Akane's totally ignoring what Daddy taught us about this sequence. Granted, the leg sweep is useless to win the fight, but at least it would break up Ranma's momentum. Good grief, Akane, you saw Ranma use this exact same sequence during his first fight with Ryouga. And there you go... you blew it girl.'
Nabiki winced as Akane found herself on her knees, her face planted on the floor of the dojo. One of her arms was pulled between the girl's legs, while Ranma sat, unconcerned, on her back. He looked at the girl beneath him. "You do know you made a rookie mistake just now, don't you Akane? What exactly did you do wrong?"
"Dammit! Let me go, you pervert!"
"Not until you tell me what you did wrong."
"I hate you, you jerk!" Akane did her best to try knocking Ranma off her back with her free hand. Though she didn't connect, she did succeed in freeing herself from Ranma's grip. "I hope I never see you again!" the shorthaired girl screamed as she ran out of the dojo in tears.
Nabiki got out her book, to see if anyone had bet on Ranma taking Akane seriously in the martial arts tonight, which resulted in Akane running off in tears as a result. She was pleased to note that nobody had, which meant the 12,000-yen pool defaulted to her. Even as she paged through her book, she silently counted down from ten.
"I knew it was a mistake to take her seriously as a martial artist," Ranma said, looking at his hands, as he ticked off the seconds from ten on his fingers.
"You got that right, Ranma-kun." 'Five.'
"Should be any second now," he said, folding all but two fingers of his right hand in.
"Yep." 'One.'
On cue, the giant demon-head burst asunder two of the newly repaired shoji panels. "RANMA! HOW DARE YOU HIT MY LITTLE GIRL!"
'So much for the repairs...'An unfazed Ranma stood before the giant head. "I didn't hit her. I used a pin that pop taught me when I was eight; one that he told me was part of the core of our school. As her sensei, you really need to work on her technique."
"HOW DARE YOU TELL ME HOW TO TRAIN MY DAUGHTER! THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH HER TECHNIQUE!"
Ranma shook his head. "Why am I not surprised? Oyasumi, Tendo-san." With a wave, Ranma turned his back to the raging Tendo patriarch and walked out of the dojo.
Nabiki looked at the dumbfounded demon-head. "You really are an idiot, aren't you Daddy?"
The head disappeared, to be replaced with Soun's wails. "My baby girl thinks I'm an idiot!"
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Kasumi lifted her head from the book she was reading at the sound of a quiet knock at her bedroom window. 'And just when things were becoming juicy.' Making sure she was decently attired, Kasumi opened her drapes to reveal Ranma behind them. Throwing open the window, Kasumi was just about to welcome Ranma into her room when his finger, applied to her lips, silenced her.
"Kasumi, I was wonderin' if you could help me with somethin'," he whispered, his words easily reaching her ears due to his close proximity. She felt herself blushing from his nearness, her thoughts becoming ecchi thanks to the romance novel she had been reading.
Those thoughts were soon malleted by the chibi-Akane in her head. 'Spoilsport.' Keeping her voice equally quiet, Kasumi asked, "What is it, Ranma-kun?"
Turning around, he pointed to the back of his head. "Could you even this out?"
She couldn't quite keep down her surprised "Oh My!" when she saw that he had hacked off his pigtail. In a softer voice, she asked, "Ranma-kun? Why did you do that?" She fingered his shorn hair that now barely reached his shoulders.
Ranma blushed a bit as she continued to examine his hair. "I can't take it anymore, Kasumi. I had hoped that my mother would help me unravel the knot of honor my father had created, but for all her talk about honor, she's as much a poser as he is. I'm sick and tired of livin' under a death threat unless I meet her standards of 'manliness.' And I'm sorry, Kasumi, but for all you father's talk about 'Unitin' the Schools,' all your father wants is an heir to take over his dojo without takin' the effort or responsibility of trainin' his own. I'm tired, Kasumi. I want out."
Kasumi paled a bit at that. "What do you mean?"
"The honorable thing to do would be seppuku," Kasumi gasped at this, "But quite frankly I think it's stupid to kill myself because of what Pop did. So I'm going ronin instead. That takes care of all the fiancés except for Shampoo, and Cologne recently made me an offer on that front as well, that will at least allow Shampoo to go home without bein' executed for another failure to obey their laws. I'm just not sure if it's a trap or not, and I need time to consider it. I figure that without my pigtail, and if I avoid my favorite style of clothing, I might be a little harder to find. Will you help me?"
"Of course, Ranma." She sat him down on her bed, and then retrieved her scissors and a comb. She grabbed a towel from her drawer, and draped it around his shoulders. Kneeling on the bed behind him, she asked, "Do you want something that will look good on your girl side as well?"
"Sure."
Quickly and efficiently, Kasumi went to work on Ranma's hair. "What offer did Cologne make?"
"She said that the council would let Shampoo come home if she's bearin' my child. I guess that when I killed Saffron, gettin' my blood into the tribe became more important to the tribal elders than weakenin' Cologne's position through her inadvertent exile while Shampoo tries to marry me. That's why Cologne was able to give me this 'out.' "
Finishing with the back, Kasumi knelt before Ranma so she could style the front. "Oh? Will you do it, Ranma?"
"That's the problem. I don't think I can trust them not to view it as consumin' the marriage." Ranma reddened a bit when he looked down at her, before closing his eyes. Just to keep the hair out of his eyes, of course. It had absolutely nothing to do with the scenery.
"Consummating the marriage, Ranma." Kasumi corrected as she trimmed his wild bangs.
Ranma flushed in embarrassment. "Yeah, that."
"There. All done." Kasumi rose to her feet, pulling Ranma off the bed as she did so. Guiding him over to her mirror, Kasumi turned Ranma's head this way and that. "What do you think?"
Ranma looked at his neatly trimmed hair, which framed his face and brushed his shoulders. He frowned, not wanting to offend Kasumi, but not wanting to lie to her either. "It's a bit too bishounen for my tastes."
Turning him to face her, she grinned and raised her finger to his lips. "That's the whole point."
Ranma looked puzzled briefly, before grinning as well. "Good point." He then looked down at his feet, looking a bit embarrassed. Um, Kasumi?"
"Yes?"
"I'd like you ta keep this." He pressed his severed pigtail, the ends of which had been woven together to form a ring, into her hands. The blush on his face deepened. "You've been the best thing in my life for the last year, and I wanted to leave you somethin' t' remember me by."
"Ranma!" She held the ring of his hair to her breast, looking at the young man before her, a bit teary eyed. She then looked down and began to blush as well. "Ranma...
"What is it Kasumi?"
"Before you disown your parents, could you do me a favor?"
"What is it?"
"Both Akane and Nabiki had their chances to be your fiancée, but I never got a chance to be yours. Before you go, could I... could I be your fiancée, just for a while?"
Puzzled, Ranma stammered a bit before answering, "Ah... um... sure!"
Kasumi smiled, before gently embracing the younger man. He stiffened up for a moment, before embracing her back. With a sigh, she rested her head on his shoulder. "This is nice." A tiny part of her objected to this kind of behavior, but she managed to ignore it.
"Yeah." Ranma's arms tightened their hold on her, and her own echoed the sentiment.
Kasumi permitted herself a contended smile. "I think it would be a pity if my fiancé left without kissing me, at least once."
Ranma turned his head to look at her, is face puzzled. Kasumi shifted her head slightly, her lips meeting his. Their kiss became more passionate as they pressed their bodies together.
With a mutual sigh, they ended their kiss. Kasumi's smile changed from contended to naughty. "You know, Ranma, your mother believes that fiancées can do all sorts of things together..."
In the back of her mind, chibi-Kasumi gave her the thumbs up from where she sat on an unconscious chibi-Akane, an oversized mallet of her own resting on her shoulder.
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In her room, Nabiki turned up the volume of her headphones.
"I shouldn't have introduced Kasumi to American romance novels," she mused. "Every single time she gets to a 'juicy part,' she just has too... We've GOT to get her a boyfriend."
As much as she loved her sister, there were some things she just didn't want to know about her surrogate mother figure. This was one of them.
Hoping that the headphones would eliminate the ecchi sounds coming from her sister's bedroom, she attempted to lose herself in the erotic yuri adventures of the Sailor Senshi doujinshi she was reading. "Seiko-chan and Kako-chan make such a cute couple, fire and water are such a good combination." She turned the page, then grinned. "Uh oh! Looks like the artist couldn't resist adding some tentacles into the plot..."
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Akane threw her pillow over her head, trying to drown out the sounds coming from her sister's bedroom so she could get some rest. Tonight, Nabiki was louder than usual. "Nabiki is such a pervert!"
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Next chapter teaser:
"Hi there! Kasumi here. Ranma's heading off for parts unknown, and Nerima will never be the same. See Nabiki turn this to her profit. Watch Kuno get bucket duty. And I get to be the center of attention for a change! Tune in next time for 'Aftermath,' the next exciting chapter of Rurouni Ranma!"