Ranma's "true fiancée" was... Akane.
According to Soun Tendo. If you asked her you might get a rather different tale.
Or you might ask Ukyo Kuonji, who'd cheerily inform you that she was not only Ranma's true fiancée, but also the cute one. Shampoo obviously disagreed, on account of Ranma being her lawful husband. Kodachi Kuno was probably the only of his admirers who did not try to give her claim any semblance of legality, since she quite naturally assumed that anything she desired she already owned, by virtue of being a Kuno.
If you asked Ranma who his "true fiancée" was, you might get any kind of answer - from unintelligible stammering to "Oh my God! What's that behind you?!", followed by the sound of quickly retreating feet.
In other words, the fianceée situation was entirely back to normal.
Almost.
While Ranma was slowly approaching wakefulness in his room at the Tendo home, Akane was still dreaming in her bed. Her arms and legs were waving in the air, twitching in subconscious running motions, and from her mouth came muffled growls and yaps, as her dream-self chased a strange rabbit with two long, blonde pony tails...
Nabiki was also asleep in her room. However, she was not in her bed - she was standing at attention in a corner of her room, relaxed and with her eyes closed. For some reason she found this position far more restful and natural than lying down...
Yuka was not asleep, since she was visiting her boyfriend Hiroshi. Currently she was on all fours, being mounted by Hiroshi.
"Say it!" commanded Hiroshi. "Say you're my bitch!"
"Yes!" whined Yuka happily. "I'm your bitch. I'm your bitch in heat!" She humped back against Hiroshi as hard as she could...
Sayuri was not asleep either, but she wasn't with her boyfriend Daisuke. Instead, she had woken up with certain adventurous thoughts that would, in the fullness of time, lead to much recriminations from her parents and force her neighbour to find a secure, far-away kennel for his loyal German shepherd...
Ukyo was awake and at work, not play. As she was preparing her restaurant for the morning business, before school, she kept daydreaming about her inevitable future life with Ranma, as she often did. Strangely her dreams seemed to have changed a little.
Before, those dreams had always revolved around her future career as a world-famous chef, with Ranma dropping all his interests and plans in favour of supporting her and rearing her children. Now suddenly she found that her dreams centered on Ranma's wishes to become a teacher of martial arts and leading the greatest Dojo of Japan, while her own role was to support and serve her Ma- her husband with unwavering loyalty...
Kodachi whimpered, as she whipped her own derriere with a riding crop, imagining it was her beloved Ranma-sama, who was punishing her for being such a naughty girl - and then he would teach her entirely new ways of naughtiness. In other words, Kodachi had not changed at all...
Shampoo was tossing and turning in her bed. She dreamed of large, shadowy figures, towering above her, while she knelt at their feet. They told her in booming voices that she was nothing; a failure; dishonored. And if she could not be a proper warrior, then she would have to redeem herself in other ways - by serving and obeying and submitting. Shampoo whimpered in fear, humiliationa dn arousal, as her panties grew wet...
Kasumi was up early, as usual, beginning the homework that would keep her busy all day. She was dressed a little differently today. She had found that 6 inch heels were so very practical for reaching things on thos pesky top shelves, and also for dusting and clearing out spider webs in the ceiling corners. And she really didn't need an almost ankle-length skirt, did she? Above-the-knee was a much more sensible length for housework...
Ranma yawned and stretched, then scratched his head. He wondered what the new day would bring.
Wed Jul 10 06:04:46 2002