In the name of realism, the bounds of boy and girl have certainly become vague for Saotome Ranma. However, these changes and oddities have no voice in the glorious name of physics.
Inverse Property
Mike256bit [mike256bit@hotmail.com]
A Ranma ½ based fanfiction.
The disclaimer: Damnit, why can't I own anything? All I own is my web comic and no one even knows about that ^^. Yeah, yeah, Rumiko Takahashi claims all participants in this fic.
The notes: Just a little experiment in physics. Or is it?! IS IT?! Enjoy, enjoy!
The warning: Slightly limish content, but nothing graphic and nothing I couldn't handle when I was thirteen. Then again, I'm sixteen now and every day I bookmark a new hentai site. ^^;;
Title 17: no copying / distributing for profit or alterations. MiSTs are always welcome.
The story!
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Inverse Property
Chapter One
"Dalton meant it when he said this"
Once taking the time to shine down upon the streets of Nerima, the sun ducked behind a low covering of clouds, blanketing the city in a soft, cool and comforting shadow. Fairly empty as the crisp Spring day neared the mid-afternoon, the sidewalks were burdened with only a few older residents, the unemployed, the late-lunchers and just a few bike riders, dotting all over the town. A gust of wind swept by, picking up season-dead leaves from a fall long since past. It had been a nice autumn and consequently, a nice winter. The snow had fallen by the tons, blanketing Nerima for many days in a glorious whitescape. Christmas had marked just another time spent between families, New Years Day preparing another set of trials for a few certain individuals to face. Akane, at least, liked the present Ranma had given her. In that subtle breeze, four or five leaves swirled high above the city-line to mingle with a flock of birds that was plummeting to the street like a gang of dive-bombers. They swooped back up together, headed off to the coastline. The leaves dropped back down when the breeze halted, the miasma above puttering away as the winds took to higher, the sun peeking back out from behind the white billows. Under this clearing deep blue sky, a lone leaf separated from its companions and whirled down to land in a street-adjacent waterway. Skimming across the surface with enough momentum to slide out from the shadow of a nearby bridge, it finally slowed to a stop as another bike rolled by. It skipped over a bubble of air, then over a few more as a stream followed in quick succession. The leaf was shoved aside, as though to make for the grand and excellent entrance of a flurry of red hair.
Saotome Ranma surfaced, gasping and wheezing for breath after she coughed up a few leaves and a gallon of water. A few sticks followed, too. When she was sure that she hadn't in fact drowned, she heaved a heavy sigh and picked at her waterlogged ear. With a sour look she slowly maneuvered to the slope, dragged down by the water-retaining properties of her Chinese attire. Ranma stuck out her tongue at how baggy her pants had suddenly become, fearing they'd fall right off her. Finally making it up and over the fence, she bitterly wrung out her attire in a grave and dour manner, looking around to make sure no one saw. Finding no other recourse, she opted to shake herself dry -- grimacing painfully, however, as unwanted strain was put on her unbound breasts.
"Damnit, Akane," she muttered, slowly trailing her tired feet as she made her way back to the Tendo Dojo. "I should start carrying around emergency bras."
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"Welcome home!" Kasumi greeted brightly as Ranma irritably slid the door to the side, stepping up into the house while mumbling a silent death. She barely managed to murmur a 'hello' to the kitchen-goddess when the older sister stepped out to see what had arrived. Regardless, Kasumi offered a sympathetic smile, lightly touching Ranma on her damp shoulder to halt her.
"Shoes."
Ranma sighed, stepped back and slid off her slippers with a disgruntled slosh. She stepped back up into the house as Kasumi nodded, patting Ranma on her head. "Sorry -- tough day."
"I understand, Ranma-kun. Akane-chan got you again, ne?"
Ranma sighed with a labored nod, considering that all the water her clothing had taken on could flood a small country. Wiping her hand on her apron after getting some rather slimy liquid on her, the Tendo looked down as Saotome spoke up. "She went on a total spree, today," she muttered rather sadly, an agitated slope in her brow.
"Well," the taller housemate replied softly, "don't go anywhere. Dinner will be ready in just a bit." Ranma shrugged away, making for the stairs.
"Not today; sorry Kasumi, but I'm beat. I need some sleep – mind putting a snack in the dojo around seven, though? I think I might go for some trainin'."
"Oh," the Tendo girl said with a hint of disappointment. With a gentle grin, she continued, "but sure, I'll save you some and have it ready if you change your mind." She gave an even sweeter smile before scurrying back off to the kitchen. Ranma managed a grin too, however tired and worn it may have been and began to open her shirt as she ascended to the second floor.
"Yeah, sure," she waved her hand back over her shoulder, suddenly clutching her top wares tight as she cast an almost evil glare to the tops of the stairs. Akane stood there, almost triumphantly, a rather displeased scowl on her own face. "Move it," Ranma growled, recommencing her climb, letting her hand drop back down to her side.
"Why should I?" she said with a seemingly ready-to-fight attitude. "It's my house more than it is yours."
"So," the redhead replied plainly, once again undoing to ties to her shirt, "I'm nothing but a lecherous freeloader, like always, right?"
"You've got it."
It didn't faze Ranma as she continued her slow, tolled climb. She moved as though maneuvering through a dense fog, taking careful steps while not once taking her gaze from the bane at the top of her mount. Not stopping once, she merely shoved Akane roughly from her path and went on her way to her room, nary a glance wasted in looking back to sneer at the youngest Tendo and her unfortunate fiancée. The door shut with a hampered click as behind it, Ranma immediately lost the topcoat and fell right to her futon, grumbles of irritation fading as she was taken into a sleep of slightly more troublesome dreams.
Outside, Akane watched in almost pure amazement at the lack of spirit Ranma had shown her. Scratching her head, she reasoned that maybe today she was being a little rough, but not so much that it really deviated from the normal routine. She huffed and went downstairs with somewhat of a snort. "What did I do to her? I thought that maybe she wanted to go train in the dojo, or something." She shrugged. "Can't blame a girl for trying to help that idiot."
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The day had indeed not been a very kind one to neither Ranma's boy nor girl forms. Akane would equally attest to having something of a bad day -- the problem was that Ranma didn't feel like focusing the negativity into something aggressive and thus became somewhat reclusive. Akane, taking a different approach, was just an unfortunate addition to Ranma's miserable mood.
Why was Ranma so miserable these last few months? It was mainly the throes of the average martial-artist, fiancé and teenage boy: girls, be they also martial artists, fiancées or even teenaged girls. Or, worse, all three. And it was nothing new, which was exactly the problem. It was developing into something familiar and almost wanted. What hurt was the fact that he couldn't deny -- as his mind matured ever so slightly -- that something was making his heart drop into his stomach at the contact of certain people. That, and said certain peoples had the tendency to foolishly not recognize his clandestine feelings.
Erroneous girls, do they not see the slings of a poor boy's heart?
Well, that and Ranma's stomach hurt. He should start eating breakfast again.
So, let us then examine the case of Saotome Ranma and Tendo Akane at the beginning of what others would have called a fantastic day. Pardoning the fact that he had woken up to the simultaneous affections of both her and his father, a wet and sore-headed Ran-chan had not had a good jump on the day. That roof had really hurt her little skull. Later on, as the Saotome and Tendo pair left for school, Ranma looked down to her companion with somewhat as a snort as she walked along the rail nearby. After a conveniently placed pot of hot water was then used, he shook his head and sighed.
He said, "Ever get the feeling that we're in a rut?"
"Where’d that pot come from?" He shrugged as she looked back to the area before her. "Bike."
"What? --" No more that two seconds before he had looked up to the warning had a flurry of purple and pink hair pass him by, a bike clipping him and sending him into the water below. The mass of hair sailed away as Ranma resurfaced with a gasp, clawing at her chest.
"Shampoo sorry pay back you later, promise promise!" was a distant cry as ramen-noodle-wheels-of-death sped away, a slightly smoked trail rising from the railing. Akane offered a satisfied grin as her groom -- or bride? -- to-be climbed out of the water, grumbling as she wrung out her clothes. Resuming her walk on safer ground, she glanced over to a small laugh.
"Yeah," Akane managed through a chuckle, "we're in a rut."
Ranma sighed, elbowing the Tendo girl lightly. "Man, then I sure wish you were more interesting -- RGH!" Her previous decree that the sidewalk was safer ground was smashed to bits as Akane's foot found its way to mashing hers into the ground. Akane stalked off, leaving Ranma to curse and hop around, as a few people looked her way.
"I meant it, too!!"
The soft bells of Furinkan High tolled as Ranma raced through the main door, a slight rise of steam coming from his soaked body. Passing a few other latecomers, he bolted up the stairs, slipping once or twice as he raced over the polished floors of the emptying hallways. Down one more hall, he nearly passed his classroom as the drone of his name circulated the room.
"Saotome Ranma?"
"I'm here!" he wheezed, moving to his seat after taking a breather at the door. He gasped as he navigated with the slight slop of waterlogged shoes, some snickering as he gave the appearance of having been in the onsen too long, others groaning in disgust at the fact that a few of their papers got nailed.
Taking his seat -- as well as a quick disinterest in the class -- he resolved to give an indignant glance towards Akane. She returned it with a questioning and innocent smile. "What? What took ya?"
"Shut up."
The rest of class passed pretty much without event and as would the rest of the day had not a period just before lunch taken an odd turn. It was General Physics, probably the one Ranma disliked the most; after all, how much else does a martial-artist need to know about physics? If you're bigger than someone, they will fall over when you hit them. There, First Law of Motion. Ranma knew what he had to know. He glanced back, seeing Akane pay her usual rapt attention.
How disgusting, his mind murmured. He gazed further still, watching her huff as she made an almost cute face at a mistake in her notes, going back to scribble a correction. He frowned, unable to look away, even as something tugged at the back of his mind. Cute? There's no way I just put her and that word in context. That's, like, physically impossible.
Playing with semantics, are you?
"Saotome!" the professor roared, tearing Ranma's eyes back to the front of the class. He swallowed, ignoring for a brief moment that all eyes had, inversely, found their ways on him.
". . . H-hai?"
"Do you want to tell me, as I've asked for a fifth time, who developed the Atomic Theory?" Ranma winced; damn! If only he cared!
"Was he British?" The professor sighed, some in the class snickering, a noticeable groan coming from the back of the room. Shut up, Akane. . .
Taking his glasses off to wipe at them before placing them back on his head, the professor tapped on the board to call the rest of the class to order. "They may as well all be British." Closing his eyes, Ranma searched for even the remotest of names as a few scientific ones began to surface. "I'm waiting."
Ranma hopped out of his seat. "Dolphin!"
The professor stared as no one in the class was able to restrain from dying in their seats. Amongst the uproar came the cry of "my poor, sweet Ran-chan's an idiot!!" He shrunk back into his seat as the snickering refused to die down, the professor up and leaving after reaching into his desk for a flask of scotch. That being done, the class then reverted to applause, the lesson done for the day and perhaps the rest of the year. He sneered almost at the joy they took in him making one little mistake.
"Big deal. Being mentally fast and being a store-box for trivial facts are two different things."
"Sounds like you're making excuses," Akane mumbled as she stepped up behind him, the rest of the class breaking up into little communes as the humor died down. "You wanted Dalton, you moron."
He gave her a sour look. "Lay off, Akane, I came close enough and I don't even study. Unlike you -- you practically live in those books and what are you going to get out of it?" She sighed, patting him on the shoulder.
"Alright, sorry, don't be a jerk about it. But it might behoove you to study more."
"But why?" Ranma genuinely asked. "I mean, if it's not what I'm going to do with my life, why bother taking the time to learn it? Honestly, where do Dolphin and the laws of Michigan came into play when you run a dojo?" Even Akane had to resist the urge to outright laugh at him. "Martial arts is all I want to do, don't you get it?" He sighed, placing his head in his crossed arms, looking forward as he rested his elbows on the desk. "Naturally, you don't."
"Hey!" she snapped defensively, swatting him in the back of the head. "I was going to say that was kind of insightful but forget it, now! All you do is slack off -- why even come to school, huh?"
"Why do you?" She frowned, taking a seat in a vacant chair.
"That's a dumb question: to get good grades. And at least my work is paying off."
He looked at her skeptically, cocking his brow. "And the dojo?"
"I. . . care about that, too. I'm still a martial artist just as much as you are."
He almost grinned, kicking her shin lightly with a slightly damp foot. "So where do you get off trying to tell me I'm wrong by wanting to pursue my own dreams?" She looked at him wide-eyed, sitting slightly sullenly as she looked down to the floor. She returned the light tap to his leg as though she was running on pure instinct.
"I guess I don't. . . Sorry."
He broke out into a laugh as a patter of footsteps came from his other side. "You actually apologized! I guess we're out of that rut."
She frowned deeply, retracting her feet back to her to then avoid all contact. "You're such a jerk, Ranma."
He too returned the frown, though with the remnants of a smirk, suddenly trapped in more negative thoughts. "Well, you're a prude." She gasped, standing immediately.
"Is that what you think?! Why don't you tell me everything else that I do wrong?!"
He growled, standing before her, towering a little more than he usually would for sake of sudden adrenaline burst. "Not like you wouldn't be unfamiliar with it, you do it to me everyday!"
"That's because you're always doing something wrong!"
"Well, you two seem to be getting along." They tore their icy gazes from each other to look at Ukyou, an almost amused grin on her face. "Something wrong, Ran-chan?" He snorted as the bell for lunch rang, not even giving another glance to Akane as he made for the door.
"Troubles in paradise," Akane mumbled as she waited, and followed after when she was sure that idiot was gone from her sight, because that clown is still here.
It was just a few moments later at lunch when the real trouble kicked in. As most of the school's residents moved along to the stores, Ranma held his usual routine and stayed back behind the masses, figuring that anything they ever had to sell was hardly even worth the money spent. Walking back through the emptying hallway, he took a seat against the wall of a now abandoned one. Leaning back against the cool wall, he sighed as he considered, for another day, as to why Akane could be such a baby about these things. It was all in good fun, right? It's what friends do.
Friends? Forget it, I don't want to be friends with that.
You don't sound very convinced.
She's just. . . He sighed once more. "After all, if she doesn't like me," he muttered, "then she can try not having anything to do with me."
"An awfully counterproductive answer to your question, eh Ranma-kun?" He whipped his head around to the sounds of footsteps and the carry of such a calm voice. "After all," she mocked, "when the problem concerns how much you two love each other, don't you think that isolating yourselves would just add more grief?"
"What?!" Ranma roared as he jumped to his feet. "What kind of crazy talk is that?! I don't luh. . . " he stumbled unwittingly, making a face, "love her! She, she's, agh. . ." He slapped his forehead, drawing his hand down his face. "I can't stand her, she terrorizes me for no reason."
"Oh?" Nabiki posed in a most disbelieving voice, "not exactly the most convincing case you've got. Has it ever occurred to you that Akane does have reason to terrorize you?"
"H. . . how do you mean?" he asked suspiciously as he leaned back against the wall. Nabiki gave a cute little smirk and tucked her books back under her arm. She said nothing, simply standing there next to him with her eyes forward. Sighing, he dug around in his pocket and slapped a wad of yen into her suddenly awaiting hand. "Lay it on me, Tendo."
Inspecting the pile, she shrugged, pocketing it. "I'll get the rest from you later." Turning to him she stood like she were about to give a speech. "She wants the attention, Ranma." He blinked. "I mean, with two other rather foolish engagements, how else is she supposed to get a scope on your feelings? I mean, all that aside, don't you want to run the dojo?"
That sounds familiar.
"Ye-yeah--"
"Then how can Shampoo or Ukyou even play factor, anymore?" He was silent, simply looking down to the ground.
"But, but I thought that she's always wanted me to leave her alone! I mean, she hates me, calls me perverted, good for nothing, -- she despises the ground I walk on!!"
"You push her away just as readily." She grinned, satisfied that she had drilled some resemblance of a point home. He looked back down momentarily, casting his gaze down in what seemed to be some state of pondering over her words before he pulled his fist up and punched the wall.
"No way!" he bellowed, causing Nabiki to merely blink. "I'm after the art, not some tomboy! It doesn't matter if I don't like her, anyway!" Nabiki would have said something, but instead skipped to the side as a streamed of water jetted by, splashing Ranma head on. She jumped and yelped, as though trying to control the temperature of a berserk shower as Akane, nearby, triumphantly dropped her bucket. Ranma shivered a sneezed, causing unwanted stress on even more unwanted parts of her body.
"What was that for?!" she shrieked, causing a few curious students to filter in as lunch came to a close. Her quickly rising anger mingled with the icy drips that came off her, small wisps of steam rising from her. Akane herself was practically aflame as she booted the bucket with expert aim, sending it firing at Ranma's head.
Akane roared, "Who said I liked you?!" Ranma smacked the bucket away upon it closing in within a mere few centimeters. She didn't care as it popped up and flew towards the ceiling, arching back down to clobber a student right on the head. It was his fault for standing there, anyhow. Nabiki stepped back and into the swarm as the rest of the cool liquid rose off Saotome's fiery body.
"It weren't me!" she screamed, "that's for damn sure!"
"Well -- well bite me!" Akane yelled back viciously. She knew it was somewhat of a mean thing to say and also not generally her style, but today Ranma was shaping up to be a total ass. Not that he was ever a nice guy, any day, but man! Today especially! The said redhead slowly stepped up, murder blazing in her eyes.
"Listen up, then. I don't need this and I really don't need you," she grumbled, pushing past and through the rest of the crowd. Akane huffed, turning to speak but stormed off in the other direction.
"Lousy Akane," she mumbled, the group behind her sinking away as Ranma progressed down the hall. Of course, she knew the dangers of staying in her onna-form, especially around the school, but chances are that she was ready to clobber anyone willing to try anything funny. Kuno shouldn't be too far behind --
"Pig-tailed girl!!"
Bingo. . .
"Pig-tailed girl, I saw your distress! Blue Thunder will assuage all the aches of your heart!" Turning, Saotome merely held out her fist, awaiting the inevitable as Kuno rushed forth and crashed right into it. He fell, twitching, to the floor as Ranma resumed her walking get-a-way with more of a smile.
"Really, sempai, you couldn't a-sausage a post-it note." She had figured it would have been safer to have knocked Kuno into the stratosphere, but was now in a somber and 'not to be bothered' mood. Ranma especially realized that not having done so was a bad idea when the trumpets blared, the Sirens sang and Kuno's hands wrapped around her front to grab some particularly soft parts of her body.
"Erk. . ."
"Please, let me avenge thy scorn!"
"I'll show you scorn!!"
Pow!
As Ranma raced for the bathroom -- her hopes of manhood soon to be achieved -- Kuno enjoyed a nice scenic ride over Nerima's suburbia. From the crowd, Nabiki watched with a sigh. After said occurrence, the rest of the day tried to pass without much more happening. It did, crawling by slowly, another gender-bender averted for that duration. Then, dumb ol' last period rolled around, a class that Ranma had gladly skipped. It was something with numbers, probably -- another thing Ranma didn't need. He could count food items; that seemed important enough. Now, he was seated right outside, on his haunches on a post, scribbling something down as he slowly went crazy.
"Oh, that sounds so stupid!" he wailed, erasing a line from his half page of text. He grumbled and sighed as a cool breeze swept by, carrying the toll of Furinkan High's 'get-out-of-school' bell. As students began to drain from the building, he read the letter aloud to himself:
"Akane-chan--" He looked up. "Should I use chan?" He paused but continued. "Akane-chan, I know that sometimes I'm a jerk, and while I don't say it often, or act like you aren't, you're still someone. . ." He tapped his chin. "Stupid Nabiki. . . why do I have to pay her for her to be right. . . ?" Scribbling a bit more as students on their ways home passed him, he began anew. "Akane-chan. . . " And again, stopped at the last bit. "Darn! Um. . . some. . . one. . . I care about!!" He snapped his fingers, standing up on his perch. "Bingo!"
"Ranma. . . ?" He jumped and spun in the air, landing on his feet in a wild stance as the voice scared ten years off his life. He looked to his inquirer and saw that Akane stood there with the faintest of blushes, eyes remaining downcast. He didn't speak, just swallowed a lump out of his throat. "Er. . . who was that for?"
"Achci!" he squawked, backing up slightly, "it's not what you think! It's um, for. . . for. . ." Looking around, once to the ground, trees, Nabiki (Nabiki?), the sky, a root and finally, back to eyes that somehow managed to stop his from roaming, he stared back at Akane as a gentle sweat leaked from his pores. She held a shaky hand still by her side as she gazed to Ranma, a somewhat anxious frown on her face.
". . . Ucchan!"
A few students nearby slapped their foreheads as the breeze momentarily stopped blowing and as Nabiki picked herself up off the ground. "Idiot. . ."
". . . Ucchan?!" Akane's blush was quickly replaced with the glare of her battle aura as she walloped Ranma upside the head. "Just what is that supposed to mean?!"
"Just what you think it does!" Ranma replied crossly as the letter dropped from his hand so that he may rub his jaw. "What do you care, any way?" Frowning, he turned as just a few more people stared. He'd figured that Akane had taken to a similar motion and had, in fact, thought it a good idea to turn back and apologize. However, as he twisted back, she merely walked by, dumping a thermos of cold water over what was once a black head of hair.
"Damnit, not again!" she cried, taking cover as cubes of ice rolled down her back. "YYAHHH!!" She jumped around for a few moments before going into pursuit. "Akane, wait!" The Tendo girl did not turn as she made her way by the water thoroughfares. One could possibly speculate that Akane was the reason that Saotome had ended up in the water, but for this case, it was a very ill-placed stone.
Not even given the time to cry out, Ranma tripped headlong over the rock and into a very wet state of irritability. Akane then whirled around and sighed, looking to the ripples made. "Idiot." As she walked off, Nabiki picked up the note, slid it into her books and went along on her way.
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The redhead shifted in her sleep, burning eyes opening to the red glare of an alarm clock. Turning over to 7:01, it seemed indifferent to Ranma's implacability. Most of the residents would be down in the family room, she was sure, which she figured was all the better, anyhow. "Drat. . . now I can't sleep," she mewled, bringing her fist down to hit the floor. She did it a littler harder than intended, but otherwise gave no indication that it had hurt.
"Blech," she murmured, "I've been a girl for far too long." Stretching where she lay, she turned onto her stomach and crawled to her feet. Glancing over, she saw her jacket slowly drying in the corner. She slid her door open, moving to the bathroom and moments later, emerged with a satisfied grin on his face.
Making her way back down the hall, picking at his now completely dry pants but slightly damp shirt, he let his eyes wander across the doors. Kasumi's and Nabiki's were both shut tight, but an odd crack of light slid from Akane's slightly ajar door. Ranma realized how intrusive his next actions would be; after all, Akane could just be in there changing. She, however, did not often leave her door open for anything. Steeling himself up for another splash of water, as after years of the experience he had come to expect, he gently pushed the door open with a soft creak. Peeking in, his eyes warily pulled across the room from an unmade bed, open window and to knick-knacks knocked all over an open dresser.
"Wait a second," he mumbled, stepping in a cold draft poured in from outside, "she always makes her bed. And why is the window open?" Unaware, he moved to the dresser to set the knick-knacks back up and was suddenly not surprised to find the room in disarray. "Oh," he murmured, pushing a lace bra back in, "Happosai was doin' his rounds." He shook his head and went over to close the window. "May as well spare her the aneurysm." After latching the window, he brought his hands down, spreading them along the bed before he made it.
Wow, what smelled so good and feminine?
Dutifully, he worked his way around the room, straightening things strewn across the floor before moving back to the dresser. "Dirty ol' man. . ." he growled as he pushed the top drawer closed. "Talk about a lack of tact." He would have done so with the second dresser drawer had not its contents stopped him cold.
"Sweaters. . . ?" he trailed, reaching down to pick up a few handfuls of the thick shirts. "Why in the world would Happosai want sweaters?" He dropped them back in and picked up a coil, curious that it was so unprofessionally folded. As he hefted it higher it unrolled, a weight quickly removed from the item. He glanced down and dropped the sweater as a certain shock locked up his system, his brain ready to fry at any moment. Face red, yet threatening a pallor, he shoved the sweater aside and lifted a rod from beneath it. He turned it over in spellbound hands, running a finger over the nub at the shaft's ivory base. The reasons Akane would have one of these, he did not know. He dropped it back in the drawer, staring at it. It was smaller than he was, that's for sure. Then again, maybe it demanded a closer comparison--
NO WAY! his horrified mind screamed. Considering where that thing's been?!
Maybe that's why you want it.
Shut up. That's so gross. He made a face as he slammed the drawer shut, his faint blush reluctant to leave his face. He stared at the wood and nearly straight through to the thing he could almost hear vibrating inside. He didn't know why he did it, but the somewhat less-than-subtle rise in his pants dictated him to pull it back out, run to the bathroom and then back into his own quarters.
As he slid the door closed behind him, he looked to the two items in his hands with questioning and skeptical glances. He set the glass of cold water down first, staring at the white phallus-like doowhackey. "What am I doing. . . ?" He shook a bit as his curiosity was getting the better of him, feeling as though his female side was threatening to change even without the water prompt. Shutting his eyes as he threw caution to the wind, he sighed a bit as he reached for the cup. After all, the thought of a girl doing that kind of thing excited him -- even if the girl was he. Or, say, if it were Akane. He walked over to his futon and took a deep breath before dumping himself with the water. Immediately she fell to his knees, weak all over as a surge fired from her crotch, to her stomach and straight up her spinal column to demolish her brain.
"Ahh," she sighed, falling to her back. "Wow. . ." She wasn’t really surprised that it had hit her as fast as it had. She could best figure that the arousal she’d felt in her boy form carried over to leave her in a creamy mist of hazy vision. Of course, she didn’t really care about the technical specs right now as she looked at what she held in her hand. Already she felt the natural flows of a woman, a hot flush rushing up to her face as, for a moment, reason vied for precedence in her mind. For a first time with a toy, it was hard to weigh what she knew against what she had the intuition for. Oh, Ranma wouldn’t kid herself, she knew what she had done a few times –- what would any boy do, given that chance?
She shifted a bit, her wares becoming increasingly stuffy as she tried to rationalize what she felt stirring deep within. Anything else she knew came from what she’d seen on the screen. Her best bet, she figured, was that the ideas of ‘deep penetration’, no matter how seemingly appealing they might have been to her ignorant mind, were not in her best interest.
She may have the mind of a boy, but she (nor he, I suppose) is not an idiot.
With a final sigh she submitted to the Earthly desires of her rather liberated mindset –- after all, she was still a guy somewhere in there, and all other thoughts were immediately erased as she only concentrated on what was in her hand and also on the indulgence to get out of her underwear. She pulled herself back up and shed both pants and boxers, lying back with her knees pointed out. Instinctively, she trailed the now active stimulator down her front and with a tiny cry proceeding it, placed it on her thigh, letting it come up meet slowly with a more fluid place.
"Nnggg!" Ranma clamped her teeth tight, crying out again as a stroking motion fell into quick play. The edge dipped inward a few times, causing wild jots to rocket through her system. As the buzz caught up with more sensitive and hidden parts of her anatomy, she flat out screamed, loud and husky before slapping a hand over her mouth and squeezing her eyes so tight that tears sprung from the sides. Convinced that she could keep it to a whimper, she trailed her hand down, groped viciously at her now very sensitive chest, and pushed it a little deeper, easing her self into it as minute after minute after half-hour passed. Barely a thing could pull Ranma from her nirvana of good, good things as her experiment in womanhood was proving to be most beneficial -- that is, of course, until what could stop her opened the door some few minutes later.
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Before seeing the fright of her life, dear Akane-chan was helping Kasumi clean up the kitchen so that tomorrow morning's breakfast could be prepared in splendor. That, and to avoid bugs. She was in the process of quietly drying the plates passed her way, thinking to herself about what a jerk Ranma was. Nabiki was so wrong, she didn't want attention from the guy.
Really. . .
Yeah, really. At least that didn't sound right. After all, Ranma was an idiot, mean, handsome and insensitive. She looked up. "Handsome?"
"Did you say something, Akane-chan?"
Blushing a bit, Akane quickly returned to her task. "No, nothing, onee-chan," she murmured. "Really." Before Kasumi could smile in response, they heard a mute cry come from the second floor. While it certainly didn't sound distressed, it did its job in worrying Kasumi.
"Akane-chan, could you go check on Ranma-kun? I think she's sleeping; perhaps she's having a nightmare." From the living room, Nabiki burst out laughing. Kasumi gave it a confused glance but quickly dismissed it. Akane tugged off her apron, grabbed a glass and filled it with warm water. This will wake up that idiot. . .
"What's that moron done now?" Silently she padded by the living area, bearing witness to Nabiki's deep blush and inability to control her giggling. Soun and Genma had already escaped to play Go. Shrugging, Akane climbed the steps, getting a little worried at the sounds of more erratic breathing and the dull cries of what she could now tell was the redhead. Suddenly, Ranma screamed out, calling the youngest Tendo girl's name to the high heavens.
"Ranma?!" She broke into a run for the remaining distance, near dropping her glass in her mad haste. It was trouble, had to be! "Don't worry, Ranma! I'm coming!!"
"Ugh! Me too!!"
Hand frozen on the door for just a moment, Akane tore it to the side when the implications in the phrasing, the buzzing, the squeaks and the moans could only lead to one thing.
"Nyaahh!!--"
"AAAAAHH!! PERVERT!!" Not even wasting a moment to stare in horror at what of hers was in the other what of the other hers; she brought her hand, glass, and splash of water down. Prepared to yell like no end as a furry of feet came up the stairs, she suddenly went stark white at the sight of the thing that remained there, the hand that remained there, and of the sweaty mass of a panting, tired and red-headed girl still present before her eyes.
Ranma, too stunned to even move, just squeaked as the vibrations finished the job, allowing herself to lurch back with a sigh as she marveled at the feeling that slowly left her in a cold sweat. Taking deep breaths, she innocently rolled her eyes back and met Akane's more than astonished gaze. Neither spoke as a whisper of wind slowly crept by.
"AAAAAHH!!"
Akane slammed the door to the side and leaned against it, breathing heavily into her hand. As she silently shooed the rest of the family back down the stairs from her still-scared position, she pondered as to what frightened her more: see Ranma do that or the fact that Ranma still had the ability to do that said activity. Sure that the family had retreated, she called back over her shoulder with a hiss. "Are you decent?!"
"Hah. . . hai. . ."
Running back down to the bathroom, Akane grabbed herself another glass of scalding hot water, hoping, nay, praying that what she had used previously may not have been warm enough. Jogging back to the room of Satan, another stream of prayer blared in her mind. The door was torn open and Akane dumped the steaming cup's contents on the still dazed and barely sitting, barely all-the-way dressed girl. She flinched for just a moment as the water washed over her, screaming a shrill blast as she hopped to her feet, her pants almost slipping off her.
Akane hadn’t hallucinated. Reaching forward, she grabbed Ranma's hot shoulders, ignoring what the fatigued girl still held, and stopped her from dancing around. "R-Ranma. . ."
Slowing, Ranma dropped it from her hand, still active as it danced across the floor. "I. . ." Glancing down, she realized just how wide her hips were, how thin her waist was and how large -- and sore -- her chest still was. The height that Akane now had over her being added to that, being a girl suddenly felt very, very real. Ranma fainted, dropping straight to the floor.
Coming around a short time later, Ranma groaned and instantly raised a hand to his head. He was positive in only one of two things. One, his dreams were getting way too creepy and that it was time for another out-of-country training voyage or two, he was still a girl when all logic suggested that he should be a boy. Naturally, he figured he had better get packed up for his voyage. Now, what to do about that massive weight crushing his chest. . .
"Uh. . . ?" She stirred as the bright lights above came down and battered against her eyes intrusively, five shadowy figures hovering around. She sat up quickly, regretting the action as soon as pain shot up her spine and shattered her skull. "Ooh man," she slurred, feeling coaxed back down by one of the shadows.
"Don't sit up," a gentle voice soothed. Ranma, however, insisted on pushing Kasumi back a bit. She could just barely make out the worry on her face and would have inquired about the whole thing had not her hands had to quickly reach down and grasp the bedcover that almost fell from her bare chest. Satisfied that no one would get a free show and as the noise cleared from her fuzzy mind, Ranma bellowed:
"Hey! What's going on?!" She leaned back as Genma pushed in, shoving his grave face into hers.
"Tell me, Ranma; are you a boy or are you a girl?"
"I'm a boy, you freak!" she yelled, huffing as she looked back down at herself.
Soun and Saotome sat back with sighs of relief, Genma clenching his fist. "No fears, Tendo-kun, my boy hasn't lost his memory again."
Soun sniffed, wiping back a few tears. "It is true! I didn't want to have to bash his head in again. The Tendo Dojo will still succeed and triumph!" Soun patted Genma on the back as they both shared a laugh, a panda taking place once Ranma splashed him with the cold glass of water that was in her ice bag. The panda was not phased, holding up a sigh reading:
‘No need to be bitter, girly.’
"Girly?!" Ranma yelled, rubbing her head. "There won't be a Tendo Dojo if you don't tell me what the hell's goin’ on!" She looked down once more. "And why am I naked?!" Observing as Genma-panda and Soun both slowly looked away, Ranma balled her fist, curling the sheets in her fingers. "Old man. . ."
"Don't worry, Ran-chan," Akane said quietly, "they didn't see anything. I made them leave."
"And you're naked because we hit you with so much water that you could see through the items anyway," Nabiki added.
"That's right," Kasumi continued, resting a hand on Ranma's forehead. "Unfortunately, no matter how hot the water, we can't seem to change you back!" She said it so straight-laced that Ranma couldn't help but be confused.
"She means, my boy," Saotome struggled, "is that we can't change your form back to, uh, 'boy.'"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!" she shrieked, fire blazing in her eyes. "Why not?!"
"I can hazard a guess," Nabiki quickly confessed, leaning back against the wall as the others struggled to find answers in what little they knew. They all looked her way as Ranma's heart sunk, knowing that information Nabiki had usually left her feeling some sort of pain. "I'm not sure you want to hear it, though." Ranma was now positive.
"What is it?" Akane asked, leaning forward on her hands. "Tell us!"
"It pivots mostly on what Ranma was doing. . . " She glanced at her watch with a sigh, "and honestly Ranma-kun, so early?" Most of the family just submitted to blushing, Kasumi covering her mouth and Genma suppressing a laugh as Ranma buried her face into her hands. "And with Akane's equipment to boot." Akane followed suit as all eyes found startled way onto her.
"My little girl," Soun silently cried.
Kasumi just covered her own ears, humming to herself.
Akane sighed, steeling herself up to look at Nabiki. "Well, go on. . ."
She smiled, tapping her forehead. "Just a little something I remember from my physics class. I must confess that I've actually thought of this before because, let’s face it, Ranma-kun's perverted enough to do what he did--"
"I wasn't bein' no pervert!" she wailed, glaring at Nabiki. "I was just. . . confused. . ."
"Anyhow," Nabiki went on, "something at one point made me wonder what would happen if the gender change were initiated while something occupied the said space. As Dalton said--"
"Atoms cannot be co-spatial!" Akane suddenly blurted. "Thus, matter can't share the same space!" she said excitedly.
"Bingo," Nabiki pointed. "So, as Ranma was doing that, how could he change if that part was occupied? Matter could not take its place because matter was already there." She shook her head. "What do you think we would have done if poor Ran-chan had gotten pregnant?"
"Onee-chan!" Akane yelped, chastising her with a finger. "This is no time for jokes."
Ranma sat dumbstruck. "This. . ."
Nabiki stood, pulling Kasumi to her feet as she entered the second verse of "Battle Hymn of the Republic." "Let's go, Kasumi-chan, Ranma's going explode." Akane looked over, scooting up next to Ranma as she just flinched, twitching a bit as the sheet fell from her. Soun and Genma looked away as the younger Saotome just stared forward, pupils decreasing in size by the second.
". . . This. . ."
Akane rooted around in a drawer and pulled out a gi, draping the jacket over Ranma's shoulders as she turned to look at Akane's worried face. "Ranma, I'm here for you, don't worry--" Ranma hopped to her feet, pulling the bottoms from Akane's startled hands.
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!" Immediately she hopped into them, tied the gi tight and was out the door. They listened as the door shut down on the first floor, a reign of terror escaping out into Japan. Stunned, Akane just stood as Nabiki re-entered the room with no look of surprise on her face. She reached into her shirt, pulling out a letter as the other Tendo girl just gapped. She shook a little, clenching her teeth as she started after her.
"That. . . that. . . that ass!" she screamed, stopped only by the wave of paper. Nabiki dropped it in her hands, patting her on the back. "What's this?"
Nabiki snorted, looking out the door. "Ranma-kun's letter. It wasn't for Ukyou, that much is for sure. It was for you." Akane gasped, pulling the note up to read a few times over. "He's just too much of a coward, if you ask me. That one that just left, on the other hand, she's sweet, in a way. You should really consider trying to keep her like that. Too bad you had to go and mess with the laws of physics, eh, Akane-chan? I mean," she chuckled as a few mines went off in Akane's mind. It was for her? He, Ranma, cared about her at all? He, now she, had feelings to be released? "I bet if you hadn't splashed her, you two could be living happily ever after right now."
Akane ripped the note into many halves, steam shooting from her ears as she rooted through her drawer again. "That idiot!!"
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Well there's part one! I decided that I'd put it out on the fly. As I have an idea of the rest of the story's progressions, it shouldn't be too hard to do. But since I'll be getting busier, I figured that this would be the best option. Chapter two is on its way. Until then.
And if I get complaints on romanization, I'll be a little cross. Be sensible, please.
Also, thanks go out to the appropriate people for almost making me rewrite some things ^^ I’m glad I have such a great band of rogues and mountebanks.
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