michael.h.chen@yale.edu (Michael Chen) Ranma 1/2: Lonely at Heart Rough Draft of a Lemonfic by Michael Chen (Zenki) michael.h.chen@yale.edu http://pantheon.yale.edu/~mhc8/fanfics/fanfiction.htm Well, hear you have it, my first ever lemonfic, and my last one for a long time. In my opinion, this story is better placed in alt.sex.stories, or one of it's derivatives, but of course, I tried my best to mix in a plot with the sex. Disclaimer: All characters and names owned by R. Takahashi and Kitty TV. Plot is mine, and solely mine. This story is a lemonfic, meaning in plain English it contains scenes of strong sexual/adult content. Children under age are not allowed to read this story, and all damages whatever they be are the reader's fault. I'm praying to god that the world is still a place honorable enough for people to practice self censoring. If you feel the need to flame me, diss me, complain, email bomb me, feel free to email me. FANFIC START: Nodoka Saotome was a lonely woman, a woman isolated from her family for some time. She had never seen her son or her husband for over a decade, despite the fact they seemed to have taken up residence at the Tendo Dojo. Not that she was bitter that they never seemed to have time for her. "I'm sorry Mrs. Saotome, but Ranma and Genma went out of a training trip as usual. Those two never seem to have anytime for anything else except for martial arts." Kasumi smiled as she backed to allow Nodoka into the house. Kasumi turned around and called out. "Mrs. Saotome is here for a visit!" As soon as Kasumi finished calling out, there was splash coming from the backyard. "Auntie Saotome!" In a second, a thoroughly soaked Ranko came running up. "So what are you doing here?" Ranko paused to wring the excess water out of her hair. "I'm sorry, but my dumb- ass panda decided to throw me into the pond, so I kicked it's ass." "Ranko! Watch your language. It's not right for a girl to speak like that." Nodoka shook her head reprovingly at Ranko, who didn't seem to cherish being called a girl. Kasumi was an efficient hostess, and she had managed to produce a steaming pot of tea. "Why don't you have a seat in the living room? Want some tea? I think Father is here, and you can ask him about Ranma." "Why thank you Kasumi, I never know how you manage to pull that off." Nodoka still had to wonder how Kasumi managed to get a pot of tea without going to the kitchen. Soun sat nervously, staring at Ranko and the panda, both were giving him a cold stare as if ready to pounce on his mistakes. "Well, Nodoka. It seems that Ranko, no I mean Ranma, and his father went out. Um, I'm pretty sure it was a training trip. Somewhere very, very far away." Soun laughed uncontrollably as he felt two pairs of eyes burn holes straight through him. Nodoka looked at Soun and she noticed that nervous twitch he seemed to get when he was lying. She decided not to accuse him of speaking falsehoods. "Well, that's nice Soun. And by any chance do you know when they'll be back?" Soun gulped as he tried to think. "Well, if I remember it, I think Genma said that they will be back in a couple days. Yeah, a couple days." Ranko slapped her forehead. 'Mr. Tendo couldn't keep this secret even if his life depended on it.' And surprisingly enough, it seemed that Nodoka entirely accepted his words. "Is that so? Then perhaps I can stay here and surprise both of them when they come home?" Nodoka sounded hopeful and willing to wait. Soun turned pale white as he tried a different tact. "Oh, excuse me. Did I say a couple days? I really meant a couple weeks. How silly of me!" Soun broke into laughter, while Nodoka half-smiled. Deep within her mind, she was breaking down. 'It is true. My husband doesn't want to see me, and he's keeping my son away from him. There is no question about it.' Somehow, Nodoka couldn't eliminate that feeling of rejection, and the rest of the time she spent at the Tendo Dojo wasn't quite enjoyable as usual. She truly did envy the Tendos. They had managed to settle in the semblance of a family while, she had none. Deep down inside she dreaded the possibility that her family was rejecting her for some twisted reason. "Auntie Saotome?" Nodoka snapped out of her thoughts to see the concerned face of Ranko. "Are you ok? You seemed to be bugged out about something." Nodoka had to smile at Ranko. Even though she was a sometimes insensitive, uncouth girl, she still had redeeming qualities. "It's nothing Ranko. Just thinking about my family." Ranko frowned slightly. "You miss them, don't you?" Nodoka nodded. "Yes, very much." Nodoka turned away from Ranko. "Don't worry. I'm sure you'll see them soon." Ranko offered a cheerful smile, which immediately turned into a grimace. "Ranko! I tried to bake some cake. Want to have some?" Akane's voice, which drowned out Kasumi's exclamation of surprise at the messed up kitchen. Ranko stood up and stuck out her tongue at her cousin. "Over my dead body! If you could just understand the fact that your cooking is toxic, then maybe I wouldn't have to drink a bottle of that pink stuff every day!" Akane marched angrily out of the kitchen, wearing her apron, her hair speckled with a weird color of batter, and a smoking heap of baked something that didn't have a resemblance to food at all. "Ranko! Don't make me forcefeed you!" Ranko's face paled, and she ran. "Ranko, understand this! I used a thousand yen worth of food coloring to make this batter look right! You'd better eat up!" Ranko ran even faster right into her panda and she fell down dazed. Akane caught up to Ranko and shoved a small chunk of cake into Ranko's mouth. With struggle, Ranko managed to swallow the small bite of Akane's cooking, and she keeled over onto the floor without a sound. Akane looked at Ranko shaking on the floor, and then looked at the panda. "Maybe you can tell me what's wrong?" Akane grabbed a heaping spoonful and shoved it into the panda's mouth. The effect repeated itself with the panda collapsed on the floor next to Ranko, both shaking. Akane felt that she needed yet another opinion, and as she turned around, she could hear the sounds of the front door closing. "Too bad, everyone else went out for a walk." * * * Ranko rinsed her mouth with water for the eighth time. Ranko looked up at Akane. "Akane you, know. This time your cooking's getting better." Akane seemed surprised, as she looked hopefully at Ranko. "This time, I was only unconscious for 4 hours. I think I might manage to have some dinner, this time." Akane felt her rage get the better of her, and she jumped onto Ranko. "Ranma! You moron! Stop making fun of my cooking, at least Ryoga doesn't complain. Heck! Even Kuno doesn't complain!" Akane grabbed Ranko's head and threatened to punch her. Nodoka was first into the room. "Ranma? Where is Ranma?" Akane looked at Ranko's limp body and laughed nervously. "Excuse me, did I say Ranma? I meant Ranko." Nodoka finally noticed Ranko. "Oh dear, Akane, you shouldn't get rough with your cousin like that. It's so unwomanly." Akane dropped Ranko's head onto the floor. "I'm so sorry Mrs. Saotome, but sometimes, I just can't stand Ranko. She just likes to complain about my cooking." Then, as if perfectly orchestrated, there was the sound of the doorbell and Kasumi answering the door. Seconds later, Kasumi walked into the living room. "Ranko, your friends are here." Ranko stirred, and was quite angered when Akane didn't get off her. "Get off me, please." With a minimal effort, Ranko managed to extract herself. "Well, I'm going out with my friends. Be back later." Ranko grabbed her jacket, which was definitely a bit larger than her, and she was out the door. Nodoka quickly walked to the door and watched Ranko as she departed with a couple of her friends. "She's a real tomboy, right Akane? She just acts like one of the boys." Nodoka shook her head as she heard Ranko joking with her friends much like a boy as they walked off. "Yeah, sometimes I can't tell the difference." Akane muttered as she stormed towards the kitchen, presumably to clean up the mess that resulted from her supreme effort to cook. "That insensitive clod." Nodoka seemed quite surprised. "Well, you can't blame Ranko. She's just not in touch with her feminine side that's all." Nodoka looked out the door as Ranko and friends, apparently all men walked off. "It's not her fault that her mouth likes to go off once in awhile. Besides, it isn't right to be a bad example for your cousin." Nodoka looked around, and finally noticed that the house had become rather quiet. 'I guess I'll just leave. There is nothing here for me, and besides, Ranma and Genma won't come home if I stay here.' Without disrupting the others, Nodoka quietly left the house and departed from the house. Noting the time, she realized that she still had enough time to stop by a friend's house for some tea. * * * Hiroshi handed Ranko a steaming pot, and in moments, a wet Ranma was standing there. "So Ranma, happy to leave the house before Akane tried to feed you?" Ranma shrugged his shoulders, as he looked down at his soaked clothing. "It's not that. I just couldn't stand seeing my mother so sad. It just really sucks. Why did my father have to make that stupid promise!" Daisuke smirked. "Well, when you think about it. It really isn't your fault about the curse. It's all your father's fault, and since he was the one who made the promise, you could put all of the blame on to him..." "Yeah, well, I'm not like that." Ranma growled as he stared down Daisuke. If there was one thing that Ranma couldn't do, it was to break a promise to his mother. "I promised that I would die, and if my mother says so, then I'll die." Hiroshi punched Ranma in the shoulder. "Well, Mr. Hotshot, why are you delaying the inevitable? Trying to prevent your mother from making the decision? Well, if you take my opinion, from what you tell me, your Mom loves you so much that she wouldn't make you do seppuku." Daisuke chimed in as the threesome walked to the arcade. "Yeah, besides, this is the late twentieth century, you don't hear parents making their kids kill themselves. It's inhumane." "Maybe you're right. I should kick my father's ass one of these days, tie him up, and present him to my mother." Ranma muttered thoughtfully. "And when my mother finds out about our curse, then we'll be dead the next day." Ranma decided to quit with his sarcasm. "My mother has a very high idea of honor. She wouldn't forget to make my father fulfill his promise." Hiroshi winked at Daisuke. "Well, I just think you're scared." The keyword that Hiroshi had used was scared. He had even taken the liberty to emphasize the word scared. Ranma's male pride immediately took control. "Me? Scared? I'd laugh when I see the day when I'm scared." "Sure Ranma, then why are you avoiding your mother." That blow struck home as Ranma immediately was taken over by his ego. "Me? Scared? OF course not! I'd stop by my home, no problem!" Ranma spoke out loud as he jaunted onwards. "Yeah right," muttered his friends. * * * "Ah, Nodoka! How nice of you to drop by." Her friend gestured her to join the other women who had gathered to socialize. "Come, come, join us." Nodoka hugged her friend before settling down into a chair. "Do you want some tea?" Nodoka shook her head. "I just came by from the Tendos. Seems that I've missed Ranma and Genma, again. Kaori, I just don't know why it never works out right." Nodoka gripped the armrests of the chair as she spoke. Her friend nodded as she settled down next to Nodoka. "Nodoka, don't you agree, men are such pigs sometimes. I mean, your husband left you for some ten years taking away your kid. It's almost like being divorced." The two other women who had gathered in that room nodded in consent. "Why if my husband treated me like that, I'd leave him." There were murmurs of consent to the woman who had voiced her opinion. Kaori rested her arm on Nodoka's shoulder. "Face it dear, if your husband hasn't seen you for ten years, and whenever you try to go see him, he's not there. There's got to be a reason." Nodoka seemed quite confused as she listened. "He's probably cheating on you." "Genma? Cheating on me? But how can that be? I try my best to be a good wife for him." Nodoka didn't like the idea of Genma cheating on her. She had always thought that he at least had some shred of decency within him, barring the fact that he could be easily bribed with food. "You have to think." Nodoka's friend seemed a bit exasperated. "Remember? You bribed him with some food to get him to dump his other girlfriend? And he had been going steady with her for five years." She pointed out. All of the other female friends nodded. Kaori rested her hand on Nodoka's shoulder. "You have to stop living in a false reality. You're still 34, which means you've got a long way to go. I think it's time you tried to find someone else, someone who will be more than willing to be more faithful than Genma." Everyone else nodded in consent. "Yeah, Nodoka, you deserve better. Not some overeating slob who doesn't have a decent living and practically married you for your money." Nodoka walked home slowly, carefully thinking over what her friends had told her, and as she thought and thought, she found herself agreeing with her friends, something that she didn't want to do. * * * "Hey Ranma, I nailed your ass to the wall!" Hiroshi grinned as the three friends walked home. "Ranma, I can't believe it. You're a martial artist, and you can't play a round of a video game without getting your butt totally kicked." Ranma growled, as he usually didn't like to admit defeat. "Well, since playing video games isn't useful for my interests, I haven't practiced." Ranma's other friends snickered. "Yeah right Ranma, I bet if you hooked you up with an old video game, you'd be dead in seconds." Ranma frowned with such intensity that he was beginning to scare his friends. "Whatever, I'm a martial artist, and until there is a School of Martial Arts Video Game Playing, I'm not going to learn how to play video games." Ranma looked at the darkness that had settled over Nerima. "Well, it's late, and it looks as if I have to sneak back home. See you tomorrow." Deciding to make it back home as quick as possible, Ranma decided to run. Nodoka frowned as she stared at the darkness that had enveloped her street. It seemed that the street lamps hadn't been turned on, so she walked as slowly as possible not to knock over anything. Fortunately, the sky was clear that night, allowing the moon to give the environs a strange unearthly glow. Then suddenly out of nowhere a dark shadow raced towards her and knocked her to the ground. ---------LEMON BELOW----------- (Well not quite, but the space in between this and the "LEMON ENDED" is where I intend to put the one sex scene allocated to this fanfic. (Well I might have more, just that as I'm typing this story, I intend to limit the porn.) Ok, clarification. The following lemon scene contains material that may prove to be offending, of the incestuous type. If you don't like incest and such, then search this document for this string "*END OF LEMON*" It should take you out of the bad territory into better land. Ranma grumbled silently as he felt himself crash into another person, and after struggling around a little, he had managed to stand up. With a sigh, he shook the other person. "I'm so sorry. It was stupid of me to be running around." Then Ranma realized who he had just plowed over. "Oh, mother." Ranma felt the world beginning to implode on him, and trying not to jostle his mother around, he easily placed her on his back and carried her to the Saotome home. It was fortunate that as Ranko, Nodoka had taken him to their home, so Ranma knew the way. Barely struggling with his mother on his back, he reached over, opened the gate, and entered the yard. It was hard work in the darkness, as he knew that there was a small pond in the front yard that he wanted to avoid at all costs. For what seemed like hours in almost perfect darkness, Ranma finally made his way to the door, which was conveniently locked. "Oh shit." Ranma carefully placed his mother on the floor and he carefully patted her body to find the key. Ranma closed his eyes, a task which made no difference as he played a strange game of touch and feel. He had to marvel in the fact that his mother had an impressive build, making himself feel like some pervert, feeling up his own mother. Finally he found the key, and in seconds was fiddling around with the lock in the darkness. Just about when Ranma was going to consider kicking in the door, the lock finally clicked, and they were in. Making sure to kick off his shoes at the door and to take off his mother's shoes as well, Ranma crossed the threshold to Nodoka's home with his mother slung over his shoulder. The first thing Ranma did was to turn on the lights, and his eyes which were quite adjusted to the darkness were greeted with the painful light. He stood still to allow his eyes to reacclimate to the light, and then he walked to the master bedroom, where he carefully placed his mother on the bed, and pulling up a chair he watched her. 'I'll wait until she wakes up, and then I'll leave.' he planned as he watched his mother slowly breath. But rarely did Ranma's plans ever work, and pretty soon, he too was asleep in the chair. * * * Nodoka glanced at the strange young man who was seated next to her bed, as if he had been maintaining a vigil just for her. She reached over and shook the boy awake, and she found it amusing when he seemed afraid of her. "Mrs. Saotome!" He shouted as he jerked up from his rather strange sleeping position. "Hello there. Were you the one who brought me home?" Nodoka rubbed her head as the last thing she remembered was being pushed to the ground before going unconscious. Almost immediately, a shameful look surfaced on the boy's face. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Saotome. I was running, and I didn't see you. I take full responsibility." Ranma bowed quickly. 'Ok Ranma, just kill the talk and get out of here as quickly as possible.' Nodoka had to admit that this boy did have a sense of manners. "Well, young man, I forgive you. May I ask you, what is your name?" And another question surfaced in her mind. "And how did you know where I live? I don't think I've ever seen you before." Ranma froze as he knew that he couldn't just say that his name was "Ranma." All of his talk about not fearing his mother dissolved as all he could think was his mother standing above him with her katana drawn, ready to decapitate him as soon as he carved out his entrails. Ranma stuttered for a few moments as he finally thought to make up a first name. Unfortunately, the first name that he could think up of was his friend's name. "I'm Hiroshi." Ranma groaned to himself. 'Why couldn't I picked a more reasonable name?' Amazing enough, Nodoka didn't complain or point out "Hiroshi's" uncanny resemblance to Ranko. Nodoka stared at Ranma as she reiterated her second question. "So how did you manage to learn where I live?" Considering how nervous Ranma was and how shortcircuited his mind was, he just couldn't think up of a coherent reason. "Well, it's just like this." He paused as he tried a different tact. "Well, I don't know, but it's pretty embarrassing." Ranma's mind screamed. 'You stupid idiot, say something reasonable.' He tried again. "Well, it's a strange story." Ranma's entire face turned flush as he couldn't think of a reason. Nodoka looked at Ranma strangely enough. "Well, never mind. I was just worried that you might be some stalker or something. You seem like a nice boy, and I can't thank you enough for bringing me home. Ranma simply nodded. "Perhaps you would like some tea? Or something to calm down? You look as if you are going to burst." Nodoka gave the boy a concerned look, as she felt it would be wrong not to be nice to the person who had brought her home. "Just wait here, I'll be back with some tea." Nodoka left the room. When Ranma could hear his mother walk into the kitchen and turn on the tap, his mind shouted. 'Ok Ranma, time to go now!' However, Ranma seemed paralyzed. He was just unable to move, as the combination of fear and nervousness had locked his muscles, and every second he sat there, the window of freedom gradually closed. Nodoka stood looking at the kettle of hot water boiling on the stove, staring at the steam, with a lot of thoughts streaming through her mind. Somehow that blow to the head had just made her thoughts a little muddled. First of all, the dreaded reality about her family. There simply was none. Secondly, the young man who was seated in her room, who was just too kind and rather nervous. Nodoka shook her head as she tried to think of a common theme to all of the seemingly unconnected thoughts. As the kettle whistled, complaining that its task was finished, Nodoka sat in the kitchen, not paying attention, her mind trying to piece together the puzzle in her mind. 'Well, he did blush when I asked him why he bothered to help me.' However, another part of Nodoka's mind answered back. 'Regardless of what you have suffered, you must be a proper housewife.' And just as quickly, another part of her mind, one that had been suppressed for far too long surfaced. 'But, what family do you have? Your family has rejected you. There is a young man who seems to care for you. Take advantage of the situation.' Nodoka shook her head as she tried to banish the thoughts from her head, but there was no way she could. Ten years without anyone to call her family was just too long, and with a new purpose, Nodoka grabbed the half-empty pot of hot water. She resolved to toss off the shackles of her gradually degrading loyalty to Genma. As Nodoka walked up the stairs, she was almost talking to herself. "I've been alone too long. Time to start checking for a man." Nodoka barely heard any noise coming from her room. 'Might as well start with him.' * * * Ranma carefully stood up quietly and tried to make his way to the door, when Nodoka suddenly appeared there, blocking the only possible exist. "Won't you stay for some tea?" Nodoka indicated to the tray that she had in her hands. "Why don't you sit down?" Ranma finally had recovered from some of his shock. "Actually, no need to trouble yourself. I should be going. My parents don't like it when I come home late." Nodoka sat on the bed, and crossed her legs in such a manner that Ranma thought he could see the slightest hint of white panty. "Please stay. It gets lonely, especially when my family practically abandoned me." Almost immediately on que, Ranma felt his stomach wrap itself around his heart as guilt started to rip his innards apart. "Really, it would mean a lot to me." Nodoka placed her hand on Ranma's leg. Ranma barely nodded. Nodoka smiled. "Ok then. If you won't mind, I'll take a bath now." Ranma shook his head. * * * Nodoka had to smile at her simple plan. She simply intended to play with Hiroshi a little until he had to have simply succumbed to her charms. She remembered when she was a lot younger, she had managed to be the source of much strife among many men. As she had planned, Nodoka made sure that there was not a single towel in the bathroom as she walked in and disrobed. Ranma paced nervously back and forth as he tried to think about this highly strange situation. "What the hell is mother trying to do?" Ranma almost felt a pain rip through his gut. "Whatever she's feeling, it's all my fault. Why can't I have the guts just to face her so she doesn't need to wait?" Nodoka carefully rinsed herself before stepping into the tub. Carefully as she sat in the tub, she planned her strategy. "I mean, why should Father and I hide all the time? And besides, she's a great person. I doubt she'd make me commit seppuku. But then again, I don't know." Ranma grumbled as he tried to think of a way out of his promise that would leave him with an intact head and a stomach. Nodoka stood up and shouted. "I'm sorry, Hiroshi, but I seemed to have forgot a towel. Could you please get me one?" Ranma heard his mother loud and clear, and he practically swore. "Oh, fuck. This keeps on getting worse and worse." Searching the house frantically, he finally found a towel of suitable size and he made his way to the bathroom based on sound. Closing his eyes, he opened the door, and shoved the towel in. Nodoka looked at Ranma, impressed that he still tried his best to be a gentleman. "I'm sorry Hiroshi, but I got water in my eyes. I can't really see anything right now. Could you please hand the towel to me?" 'Ok Ranma, this is going to far. There is no way that you are going to open your eyes. It's wrong.' Nodoka repeated. "Please? Could you give me the towel? I don't want to get cold." Ranma prayed as he opened his eyes and scanned the room quickly. He immediately found his mother standing right in front of the tub, her eyes closed, her normally pure white skin a little reddish from the hot water. It took Ranma a ton of willpower not to stand there and stare. "I'm sorry." Ranma practically slapped the towel into his mother's hand and he turned to run. But running on a wet tiled floor is not a good idea, and Ranma felt his feet slip on the slippery tile. He landed on his hands on the floor, and pushed himself up. "Oh my. Are you alright?" He felt slender arms wrap around his waist, passing dangerously close to the forbidden areas and pull him up. Ranma went stiff as Nodoka was a bit close to him. He could feel her warm, perfect breasts, not too big and not too small, pushing into his back. He could feel the two nipples hardening into his back. Ranma didn't know what to do, except that it was a good time for him to leave. Carefully working his way free of Nodoka, he turned around, allowing her forearm to brush his groin area. Ranma could feel a certain automatic response as his pants suddenly became tight. He tried to maintain an element of rationality. "You know what, Mrs. Saotome. I think it was about time that I went home. It's just past midnight, and it's pretty late now." Nodoka took a step towards Ranma, and he suddenly felt intimidated. He was just not prepared for this situation. "I am aware of that." Nodoka looked at Ranma, and was satisfied that at least she was still attractive enough to arouse a younger man. "I'm just asking you to be a little more loose. It's not right to be that tense." Gradually, Nodoka was able to work Ranma back to the bedroom, pretty soon Ranma found out that there was no more room for him to back away. He looked furiously for an exit, and found none. Instead his eyes landed on the katana that Nodoka was reaching for with her hand. "Never mind this, I just want to make sure this doesn't get in my way." Nodoka tossed the katana and pushed Ranma onto the bed practically in one motion. She settled next to him, still wearing her towel, but making sure that enough flesh was exposed to make sure Ranma was going to pay attention. Nodoka's hand immediately sought Ranma's hardening penis, and she began to stroke it through Ranma's pants and boxers. Ranma pushed away her hand. "Aren't you married?" She didn't respond, as she pulled Ranma's pants and boxers down in one smooth motion. "Please don't remind me. I really like you." This time her hand touched Ranma directly and he practically recoiled. Nodoka seemed surprised that the young man was trying to avoid her sexual advances. "Why aren't you accepting me? Am I doing something wrong?" Nodoka seemed a little hurt at Ranma's blatant rejection of her. "I don't think this is right." Ranma leaned over to pull up his pants as he thought this was high time that he left. Nodoka allowed her towel to fall off, snatched Ranma's hands, and used them to caress her body. Ranma immediately felt his hormones surge as he watched his hands touching that warm body. She directed Ranma's hands over her chest, down her smooth stomach, and down to the place between her knees. She made Ranma focus on a particular area that stimulated her most, and pretty soon, Ranma could feel an oily secretion on his finger tips. But Ranma's sense of decency wasn't to be conquered, as he tried to pull away, but it was too late. Nodoka bent down, and took Ranma's stiff member into her mouth. Almost immediately he moaned as he felt her warmth surrounding his penis, teasing it. Her tongue rapidly darted back and forth in her mouth, bathing the tip in saliva and massaging it. Ranma's resistance crumbled under her assault, and pretty soon he was moaning as pleasure radiated from his groin throughout his entire body. He arched his back and felt his hips desire to move, but could not as she was pressing down on his hips. Slowly, he could feel a pressure and a tingling build up, and in an instant, he felt the pent up load give way to such a rapture that he had never felt before. He moaned as he fell back onto the bed, breathless. Nodoka crawled up so she was face to face with Ranma, and she kissed him forcing her tongue into his mouth. By now, Ranma's rationality was completely overridden by his instinct as his hands caressed her body, slowly not missing an inch. "How does that feel?" She asked as she stared at Ranma, who still hadn't quite caught his breath. He could only nod. "Well it's now your turn to do the work." Taking his hand, Nodoka placed it at the nexus between her legs, and after guiding his hands, she let go as he slowly got the hang of pleasuring a woman. Ranma carefully stroked, focusing on the lips, playing with her. Having no idea what to do, he tentatively stuck his finger within Nodoka. The invasion of his finger was a surprise to her, as indicated by her sudden pause in breathing. Ranma stoked her for awhile fascinated with the changes that were coming over Nodoka. Carefully he pulled out his finger, and in the dim light, he could see a glistening sheen on it. Nodoka seemed quite surprised with his lack of attention. And she looked at Ranma, wondering why he had stopped. Almost visually, he felt her ordering her to continue, and this time he leaned forwards and brought his mouth close, trying to emulate what she had done earlier. Nodoka seemed surprised as she felt Ranma carefully lick her, and closing her eyes, she basked in the attention that Ranma offered her. And just as she felt the familiar contractions about to come, she stopped Ranma and pulled him onto her to kiss. Both engaged in a sensual kiss, as Nodoka could almost taste herself on Ranma's lips, and as Ranma rested on top of her, she felt a long hard part of him pressing into her groin. Snaking her hand down, she gripped the member and pushed it into her. Ranma immediately froze as he felt himself sliding into her, and he threw caution to the wind as he felt his instincts telling him what to do. He jerked forwards, not smoothing, but adequately for one who had never had sex. It was enough for Nodoka, who was already on the brink of climax, and that single thrust was all that she needed to crash over the precipice into body wracking pleasure. Ranma felt her gripping him tightly, making it hard to pump, but strangely enough, it was more stimulating than the oral sex that he had experienced. Nodoka felt Ranma pumping away, completely oblivious to the fact that she was climaxing and his continual application of sensations proved to enhance the moment. He continued to pump, ignoring the loud moaning that escaped her lips. He savored the perfect compliment his body formed with hers. He thrust away slowly yet again working towards ejaculation. Then without warning, Ranma collapsed onto Nodoka, somewhat tired as he felt a now familiar jerk in his lower regions. She also came moments later, as she felt Ranma bury himself deeply within her. ^ | | | | | | | | | | Space for Rent. Call 1-800-Dumb-Ass to post advertisement here. | | | | | | | | | | v (I'm just joking. This space is just to make sure people who don't want to see the lemon by jumping to the next section do not have to read the trash.) * * * ---------------------END of LEMON!----------------- (Now that wasn't so bad for the first time I decided to write b.s. about a sexual experience. :) Anyhow, I didn't know what happened. This was originally planned as a Nodoka-Soun type of thing. I'd never thought of the Ranma-Nodoka combo. It seemed to have developed somewhere in the first two pages of this story... ) *END OF LEMON* Nodoka sighed as she was awakened by the sunlight streaming in through the window, and groaning she rolled over to find that her companion had left. She sat up straight, and looked around, but a hastily written note was left on the night table. With complete disregard for her nudity, she rolled over, grabbed the slip of paper, and held it up to the sunlight. She thought to herself. 'Maybe I was a little too aggressive yesterday.' The letter from Ranma seemed to be a rather longwinded, and poorly written apology about his misconduct. Meanwhile, back at the Tendo Dojo, Ranma tried his best to sneak into the house without arousing suspicions. Instead, he had the fortune of walking straight into Akane and Nabiki. Akane eyed Ranma strangely. "So Ranma, where were you last night? Having a lot of fun?" Akane and Nabiki became interested as Ranma started to turn a nice shade of white and green. He seemed to gestured as if he felt sick, and in seconds he managed to find his way into the bathroom. Akane and Nabiki leaned against the door as they heard the shower turn on. Nabiki shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe he has a cleaning complex or something." Back in the bathroom, Ranma mounted the shower head, and with a bar of soap, he began to vigorously scrub every square inch of his body. He rubbed himself until his entire body seemed pinkish in hue, as if he was trying to remove a part of himself. Pausing, he checked every inch of his body, to see if anything remained of his incestuous activities last night. * * * Ranma was finally back in school, completely cleaned off, except for the fact that he felt that he wasn't clean enough. He had remembered the previous night with enough clarity that he was on edge the entire day. Whenever his friends bumped into him, or Akane speak to him, he'd practically freak out before calming himself down. Guilt was tearing away at Ranma as the day progressed that it was beginning to get to the others. Akane looked over her shoulder at Ranma as they supposedly walked home together. Nabiki was taking a look at Ranma as well. "Hey Nabiki, what do you think is eating away at Ranma?" "I wouldn't know, but it definitely is something big. I hear that Kuno actually managed to land a couple shots on Ranma today before he got punted into orbit." Akane nodded in agreement since she had seen the even with her very own eyes. It was a sight that she had never even thought possible. "Do you think it is possible for you to find out?" Akane whispered as she looked at Ranma walk straight into a tree. He hadn't been looking at where he was going. No, he had been staring at the floor as if the entire world was pressing down on him. Nabiki smiled knowingly. "Hey, if there is dirt to find, I'll find it." * * * Ranma just had this awful feeling as he walked home. Every few steps or so, he'd turn around to quickly check as if someone else was following him. In fact, Nabiki, who was tailing him, was nearly caught by Ranma's paranoid behavior. Nabiki ducked behind a corner with a big grin on her face. She just knew that Ranma was feeling extremely guilty. Ranma sighed as he tried to make his way home with minimal problem. But he heard a voice behind him that made his blood run cold. "Hiroshi? What are you doing here?" Ranma turned around, and just realized that he had just passed her house on the way home. Not that it was out of the way, but in fact, it was on the shortest route from school to home. Nabiki, who was staring from behind a group of people, was surprised when Nodoka walked up to Ranma, and spoke to him directly. 'This is getting interesting.' Ranma resisted the impulse to slap himself and run. Instead, he stood rooted the spot as she gripped his hand. "I don't know." "You wanted to see me? Didn't you?" Nodoka smiled as she dragged Ranma into her home. Nabiki got her camera ready as she waited for something to happen. But contrary to her beliefs, nothing happened. No one leaved the house and the entire street was as peaceful as ever. With a slight frown, Nabiki wielded her camera as she carefully approached the house in such a way not to attract attention to herself. She carefully peered in through the windows around the house, finding nothing unusual until she reached the last window. She simply dropped her camera. ================================================================= End, somewhat. I got really tired of writing. Period. Geesh, lemons are such a bore to write. I mean, practically most of the phrases and sentences I've used must have been used in some other lemon fic. The plot's pretty stupid and nonexistent. In short, I think I'll stick with rated PG fanfics. Not the end! Actually, according the number of queries that I have received, here is my continuation and ending to this fic. ================================================================= -Ending, Version 1- There, right in front of her face was Nodoka obviously putting the moves on Ranma, who seemed to be ineffectively protesting. 'So much for his macho act. I'd better tell Akane what's happening. She won't be too happy.' Nabiki bent down to pick up the camera, when she accidentally bumped the window. Ranma felt Nodoka amorously kissing his neck while fumbling with his clothing, when his pulse froze. His sensitive ears detected the slightest tap at the window, and staring out his eyes locked with Nabiki. Nabiki too stopped as a look of horror passed over Ranma's face. He seemed to shrivel and stay still despite Nodoka's rather impressive show. Pushing her back, Ranma shook his head. "No, I'm sorry. I just can't do this." She seemed scared. "You mean you don't care?" Nodoka clasped Ranma's hand to her ample bosom, which was heaving with excitement and love. Ranma spoke in bursts as his mind, which was stuck in turmoil tried to make sense of the situation. "I do care. But it's wrong. I can't do this at all." His head hung low as his conscience was finally heard. "I can't see you at all. Remember this." He made ready to leave, but as an after thought, he kissed the inside of her wrist. Ranma walked around the house to check if there was anyone who had seen what he had been doing, but there was no one. However, it gave him a false sense of security as he wasn't quite sure that he had seen a person in the window. It simply could have been a shadow, and as he walked him, his mind began to rationalize that he had been seeing things. 'Maybe, I can just forget this entire incident.' Carefully sneaking through the gate, Ranma carefully scanned the backyard carefully, somewhat thankful that no one was present to greet him. "Ranma, I'd like to have a word with you." Whirling around, Nabiki's serious expression filled his vision. "I'd like to talk to you about you and your mother." * * * "So Ranma, as I was walking home, I happen to see your mother drag you into her home for a not-so-innocent kiss. There is something happening, and you'd better tell me." Nabiki leaned against the wall, and kicked it with her left foot in a disconcerting rhythm. Ranma shook his head vigorously. "How did you? Nothing happened. Nothing happened!" Ranma leaned against the wall, and slid to the ground, whispering. "Nothing happened" over and over again as if it were some sort of religious litany, something that wasn't quite true, but he was forcing himself to take it as fact. Nabiki kneeled next to Ranma. "Hey, lover boy, you're not going to convince me with that trash you're telling me. You'd better tell me what you did, or I have methods of convincing you to tell me." Nabiki's normally cool voice suddenly acquired a dangerous tone. Ranma shook his head, and buried his head into his knees. "Did you kiss her?" Nabiki asked as if trying her best to facilitate Ranma to tell the truth. "Did you take her to a date?" There was no response. "Do you love her?" Ranma started to mumble louder, as if trying to ignore Nabiki. Nabiki stood up exasperated, ready to give up. It just seemed that Ranma wasn't willing to be cooperative at all. "It's as if you didn't sleep with your mother and had sex." That had instant results, as Ranma suddenly stopped making any noise at all, and he crunched up his body as tight as he could. Then it dawned on Nabiki. "Oh, don't tell me you slept with Nodoka? And had sex with her?" She seemed to be half joking as she spoke. But seeing Ranma cringe as she spoke made Nabiki think otherwise and feel a little sympathetic for him. "Come on, I won't kill you or anything. Just tell me, I need to know." "I did. I did everything you said," Ranma mumbled. Nabiki groaned as the situation was definitely bad. She muttered, "Oh dear, this is going to be messy." Sometime later, at the Tendo Dojo, Nabiki barged into Akane's room. "So, sis, what's on Ranma's mind?" asked Akane as she looked up from her homework, which laid unfinished as she seemed to be worried about something else. Somehow, judging from Nabiki's expression, Akane thought that Nabiki wasn't exactly feeling that comfortable. "Nothing at all. Ranma's just nervous, that's all." Nabiki spoke curtly. "I followed him this afternoon, and everything seems ok." Although Nabiki had reservations about what Ranma had done, she was pretty sure from what she had seen, Nodoka had forced herself onto Ranma. Nabiki didn't quite cherish the idea of covering Ranma's ass for free, but she felt sympathetic for Ranma this time. Akane smiled as she settled down. "Thanks sis. I was just worried that something was bothering him." Akane felt a weight lifted from her shoulders as Ranma felt a burden dropped on top of him. Ranma had been standing in the hall eavesdropping on Akane, when hearing how concerned she was for him, he felt his heart twist itself into a tangle and implode to a tiny rock. His hand slowly reached for the doorknob as if seeking a way to unload his worries onto Akane, but he immediately left as soon as he heard Nabiki walking towards the door. * * * By the end of the week, Ranma was more than jittery. He was outright nervous, as Nodoka seemed to be taking up more and more time in his life. He wanted to find a way out of his predicament, but at the same time, he didn't want anything to change. For the past week, Ranma hadn't been coming home after school at all. For some reason, as Ranma made his way home from school, he always had the bad fortune of meeting his mother, who was more than happy to take him to her home. Every morning, Ranma would sneak out of Nodoka's home and carefully make his way into the Tendo Dojo. Of course, Ranma prayed to God that no one noticed. Ranma lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling, as if trying to find a reason for why his life seemed torn between the two, stuck in two different mindsets. He stayed there motionless on the bed for a long time, when he finally decided to leave. He glanced to the side to see Nodoka peacefully sleeping. Ranma clasped her hand and squeezed briefly before leaving. His lungs cringed from the brisk night air as he jogged home. Shivering slightly as he carefully closed the door behind him, Ranma silently made his way to his room, and without a noise, settled down next to the motionless panda. As Ranma settled down to sleep, the panda's eyes opened slightly and then closed again. That morning, after Ranma had spent an immaculate amount of time washing every inch of his body, he carefully made his way to the dining room, and kneeled down to eat some breakfast. Everyone stared at Ranma, who yawned constantly, was beginning to thin out slightly, and had suddenly lost his usual monstrous appetite, for the entire time. Akane tried to cheer up Ranma as they walked to school, but her happy chatter served no more to lower Ranma's spirits further. At the start of lunch, Akane pulled her sister to the side to ask her a question. "Nabiki, Ranma isn't himself. And I'm beginning to get really worried about him. Do you think you could find out what's happening?" Akane watched Nabiki fold up an envelope she had in her hand and shove it rapidly into her pocket. She nodded. Satisfied, Akane walked away, and as soon as Akane was out of sight, Nabiki pulled the creased envelope from her pocket and read the letter within. Ranma felt like crying that day. He sat against a tree, purposely separating himself from his usual friends, as he just didn't feel like himself. Someone sat down next to him. "Say Ranma, what have you been doing this past week?" Ranma looked at the ground and remained silent. "You haven't been visiting your home, haven't you? You know Ranma, even your father knows that something is up. He paid me to tell him everything I know." Nabiki flashed the meager sum of money that Genma had offered her. "So Ranma, are you going to say anything at all?" Nabiki's voice raised slightly. Unlike himself, Ranma didn't seem to be quite in the mood to answer. "Answer me!" Nabiki thought this it was funny that she wanted Ranma to tell her, as for this past week, she wasn't quite sure what Ranma was up to, and she wanted the mystery to be solved once and for all. Ranma looked around. "Yes, I was with her." "'Her,' meaning your..." Nabiki's voice trailed off as Ranma nodded once. "Ranma, can't you understand that you can't do this. If your father found out... If Akane found out... You have to stop now, or you will end up hurting," Nabiki stopped as she realized that people were watching them. "her." Unfortunately, even though Ranma and Nabiki had tried their best to disguise the meaning of their conversation, news of the conversation had been spreading around school. By the end of the day, Akane had heard so many tall tales regarding Ranma that she really thought that it was time that she asked him personally. * * * Akane kicked a rock ahead of her. "Say Ranma, I heard this strange rumor passing around school about you. Is something wrong?" Ranma's face, which was unusually calm and unanimated, exploded into sweat. Ranma stuttered as he answered. "Nothing at all! Nothing is wrong." He started to laugh excessively as the combination of stress and nervousness started to affect him. "I'm perfectly fine that I couldn't have felt better." Akane eyed Ranma strangely as decided that it was perhaps better to let Ranma alone. Watching him act rather strangely gave her the chills. "That's great to hear. Well, just remember I'm here. If you want to tell me anything, feel free. I have to go now." As Akane turned around, Ranma reached towards Akane as if trying to say something but he stopped. For one thing, he couldn't summon the willpower to tell her. And another thing, Nabiki stepped between him and Akane. "Ranma, just forget it. Don't tell Akane, because I know she won't take it easily at all. Just don't go around doing whatever you've been doing. It all ends now." "And why is that? Don't you know that my entire life I'll feel guilty?" Ranma tried to get past Nabiki, but he held back. Of course, in normal circumstances, Nabiki would have not presented a barrier, but this time. This time he couldn't summon the will to pass her. "If you tell Akane, you'll make her feel really bad. She really loves you, you know." Ranma seeing the resolve in Nabiki's eyes, slumped as he gave up. "Remember Ranma, don't see your mother again, and you can forget what you have done." "It's easy for you to say. You're not stuck like me." Ranma muttered as he turned away. Nabiki muttered back. "How would you know? You don't have the slightest clue what I'm really like." The two departed. * * * Nabiki sighed as she walked home late. As soon as she opened the door, Akane appeared, obviously hoping that it was Ranma. Nabiki sighed as she pulled off her shoes and massaged her feet. It was obvious that she had walked a long distance. "Nabiki, where were you? And have you seen Ranma?" Akane asked in a successive fashion. It was obvious that she had probably spent the entire time after school wondering where Ranma had been. Nabiki stretched, as she truly felt tired. "I was at our Aunt's home. Hitoshi is such a idiot sometimes. I wonder why he can't understand mathematics." Nabiki grinned. "And?" Akane pressed forwards as she really didn't care what Nabiki had been doing at all. "Ranma?" She was more interested in her now-missing fiancee. Nabiki answered curtly. "I don't know. The last time I saw him was after school." Nabiki thought for a moment. "Maybe he is at his friend's home right now?" The door slammed open as Ranma, who seemed exhausted trudged in slowly. "Ranma!" Akane's eyes opened as she saw her fiancee walk in. Barely acknowledging the two girls, Ranma walked past them. As Ranma walked, members of the household stopped whatever they were doing to take a look at Ranma. Genma and Soun looked up from their after dinner game of shogi. Genma even flashed a little sign, with the words "Where the hell were you?" scrawled on the side. Kasumi looked out of the kitchen, obviously finished with washing the dishes from dinner. The door to the bathroom slammed shut. Grabbing a hold of the showerhead, Ranma jetted himself with a hard blast of cold water, feeling his body instantly transform. With a bar of soap, he proceed to scrub every inch of his body. Wildly intent on making sure he was clean, inspiration struck Ranma, and for once in his life, he was actually glad about his transformation. The next day, as the dismissal bell rang, Ranma raced down the hall to what was presumably the bathroom, and in a pinch, a very, very wet "Ranko" left school. With a little optimism, Ranma ran home, expecting to slip past Nodoka. However, fate wasn't on Ranma's side. Ranma ran without burden until the moment, she felt someone hold her back. "Why, Ranko! I haven't seen you for a long time! How are you?" Ranma invisibly shuddered as he turned to see Nodoka, who was walking down the street loaded with some bags. "I've just returned from some grocery shopping," Nodoka rested her smooth hands on Ranma's shoulders. "Why, Ranko, you're all soaking wet." Nodoka clucked her tongue. "Well, you can't go around town looking like that, so, why don't we get you some new clothes?" "Well, Aunty Saotome, you shouldn't trouble yourself. I think I should go..." Ranma never finished as Nodoka has finally settled on getting proper clothes for Ranko. Besides, it was another excuse to Nodoka to go out and find some clothes for herself. "No problem Ranko. Come along now." Ranma had learned by now that there was something that one couldn't argue with his mother, and that when she put her mind to something, there was no way of convincing her to change her mind. With a tiny sigh, Ranma followed Nodoka to the mall. * * * "Here, Ranko, try this bra on." Nodoka handed a black lacy undergarment to Ranma, who didn't cherish the idea of putting on women's clothing. "I don't know. I don't like shopping for clothes." Ranma started, but Nodoka was adamant. "Oh Ranko, just try it on. It's not as if it's going to kill you. And if you don't move, I'm going to make you wear that bra." Nodoka smiled in Ranma's direction. With a reluctant look, Ranma grabbed the bra and disappeared into the dressing room. Nodoka paused to grab some bras for herself, and she too went into the dressing room. Ranma heard the curtain behind him stir as Nodoka walked in. "Ranko, all of the other rooms have been taken, so I hope you don't mind if I double up on you?" Nodoka somehow got the impression that Ranma had said yes, when in fact, he hadn't responded at all. Ranma froze as Nodoka carefully took off her clothes. With ever ounce of will power he looked the other way. Nodoka pulled Ranma around. "So, what do you think?" Ranma took one look and felt himself grow lightheaded. Despite the fact that Nodoka was wearing a bra, which really seemed somewhat translucent and allowed hints of the body beneath to come through, Ranma felt that it was a rather provocative display. He just stopped breathing. "Do I look good?" Nodoka asked. Ranma managed a nod. Akane carefully doing some yardwork, was surprised to see Ranma walk home early, lugging a bag which he immediately handed to her. "Akane, my mom abducted me today and made me go shopping for bras. You can have this one." Ranma seemed a little relieved as the day wasn't as intimate as the others. Akane too noticed that Ranma seemed somewhat more at ease and not as tense. Plus he wasn't in such a rush to hide himself in the bathroom. "So Ranma, are you feeling better?" Ranma immediately nodded. * * * Nodoka sighed as she dropped her bags off in her home. Of course, she had wanted her lover to come along and spend some time with her. That was one of the most important things she loved about "Hiroshi." Whenever he was around, he seemed to give her his full attention, and he did make for an interesting conversation. He often liked to overplay his masculinity but at the same time, he could be rather sweet. But this day, for some strange reason, he wasn't around as usual. Nodoka looked at the clock, and was surprised that it was still only 4:00pm. Nodoka had decided that perhaps she visit the Tendo Dojo. Every visit was a joy for her as for a brief moment, she could feel as if she truly was a part of a family. Grabbing her sword, and carefully slinging it over her shoulder, she left her home. Today, was rather unusual, as Nodoka quietly knocked on the door. There was not a single response. Shrugging her shoulders, she carefully opened the door and walked within. She could hear the sounds of smashing wood coming from the backyard, and as politely and quietly as she could, she walked through the house. As she walked, she could hear a familiar voice taunting some unknown stranger. "Pick up your pace Ranma! Just miss a week of training and it ruins ten years of training!" The sounds of fist crashing into wood started to speed up. Nodoka felt a smile surface onto her face as she finally felt that for once, she would be able to see her son and husband. She walked briskly to the back of the Tendo Dojo, and as soon as she laid eyes on her long departed family, she felt her heart stop cold. Ranma grunted as he pounded the target to oblivion, and he was about to give his usual witty retort to his father when he noticed that someone had arrived. Turning his head to take a good look at the newcomer, he felt his face drain completely. "Ranma?" Nodoka asked, praying that the boy in front of her was not Ranma. * * * Surprisingly enough, no one seemed to notice the tension that was in the air, and everyone except Ranma and Nodoka seemed merry at dinner time. Genma and Soun were constantly joking as usual. Kasumi was the ever-dutiful hostess as she prepared an endless selection of food. Even Akane seemed happy, but as soon as she looked at Ranma, who was staring at his mother, his face seemingly filled with reluctance and shame. Not having a single clue to Ranma's horrified expression, she looked at Nodoka, her face so much like Ranma's. "Say Mrs. Saotome, Ranma, how come you two aren't happy?" Both Ranma and his mother winced as everyone stared at them. Ranma tried to speak, but he just couldn't. He wanted to say the truth, but he could not. And at the same time, he strongly wanted to lie, but he still could not. Nodoka filled in for the two of them. "We're very happy. Don't mind us." Immediately, everyone else turned to what they had been doing before. At that moment, Nabiki walked into the dining room. "Can't you all keep it quiet in here? I couldn't hear Hitoshi on the other end of the telephone." Nabiki's voice died off as she looked at the table, Ranma sitting across from his mother, both looking rather uncomfortable at the moment. Nabiki whispered a swear as she thoughtfully sat next to Akane. She just had a feeling, from the expression on Ranma's face, that he was about to do something really stupidly correct, like spill his guts to Akane. And that he did. Ranma clenched his fists, and he leaned next to Akane, his mouth to her ear. He whispered. Nabiki looked at Akane, and watched her younger sister's face change from bright and cheerful to dark and really, really angry. Akane jumped to her feet and pointed a finger at Ranma. "What do you mean? How dare you cheat on me! How dare you!" Akane screamed, bringing everyone's attention onto Ranma. Both Genma and Soun loomed over Ranma as they chanted death threats. "Boy! How dare you cheat on your fiancee." Genma and Soun both leaped onto Ranma and started to beat the stuffing out of him. Of course, had Ranma felt the will to live, he would have fought a valiant battle and eventually conquer over his lame father and the sissy Mr. Tendo. But he didn't want to live. All of his suppressed guilt surfaced, making him feel a lot lower than garbage, a lot lower than raw sewage. Soun and Genma were giving Ranma a good thrashing when a voice made everyone stop. "Just stop it, you two! How dare you fault him, when you are no better!" It was Nodoka, who was angered, partially in fact that Ranma was her son and the fact that she did love him. He had demonstrated that he did truly care for her, and he was attentive. There was no question in Nodoka's mind that she had to respect Ranma further for taking all the blame, but she felt that she was responsible for the entire fiasco. "It is not his fault, as I was the one who seduced him." There was a long silence as everyone looked at Nodoka and Ranma who fought his way to his feet. A look of disgust passed on almost everyone's face, with the exception of Nabiki. Genma suddenly stared at Nodoka with disdain. "What have you done! You have disgraced our family name! Out of my sight!" Nodoka hung her head low as she listened to Genma berating her, and without a noise, she hurried out of the Tendo Dojo. Ranma felt his heart stop as he watched her depart, so sad. He didn't know why she would take all the blame, when in fact it was his cowardice that had started all of this. Akane grabbed Ranma by the throat, her eyes filled with murder. "Ranma! How dare you do such a thing! I'll kill you!" Akane was surprised when two hands landed on her arms, easily stopping her from strangling Ranma. Nabiki looked Akane gravely in the eyes. "It's not his fault." Ranma couldn't keep the image of Nodoka leaving the Tendo Dojo in tears out of his head, and as he thought more and more, his guilt increased. Ranma shoved his father, knocking him to the ground. "How could you yell at Mother like that! How could you call her dishonorable, when both of us constantly lie to her, when you've made and broke promises to benefit yourself, when you constantly expect me to solve all of your problems. You are nothing more than a coward." Ranma stormed out of the Tendo Dojo as well. * * * Ranma ran as quickly as he could to Nodoka's home, his pent up guilt gnawing at his insides. He knew that whatever was true, that he felt obligated to comfort her. Running to the front door, Ranma was barely panting as he pounded on the door. No one answered. Unsatisfied and knowing perfectly well that his mother was inside, Ranma was relieved to find that the door was open. He let himself into the house, and he began the frantic task of finding her. From one end of the house to the other end, Ranma called out, but no one responded. Fortunately, Ranma eventually ended at the bedroom, and discovered the door was locked. Calling out "Mother," and "Nodoka" a couple times, he was deathly worried, when there was no response. Ranma kicked open the door and walked into the room. He stared at her, curled on the bed, crying. He kneeled down next to her, and tried as best as he could to comfort her. She somehow was grateful for his presence, and allowed him to lie next to her. Nodoka blinked back some tears and stifled her shameful crying. "Isn't this wrong? Just go home, and forget about me." Ranma took her hands into his, "Could you stop crying, it makes me feel so bad to see you suffer, as this is all my fault." He looked sincerely into her red eyes. "What makes you say that? I was the one who was forcing you around." Nodoka somehow felt a little better, now that Ranma was there. "But if I hadn't lied to you in the beginning, then this would have never happened. I should have been frank with you, and not tried to hide away from you." Nodoka looked at Ranma strangely, as she couldn't quite understand him. Ranma realized that he needed to elaborate a little more. "The reason I haven't met you earlier is because of that agreement Father made to you, about making me a man among men?" Nodoka smiled bitterly as she thought about the stupid agreement. "You mean that agreement? I was so desperate to meet you, that I was willing to forget the promise." Ranma could feel both of their faces frown as a lack of communication and faith in their family had led to this sin. Ranma took a deep breath and continued. "I am Ranko. As a result of some bad training, I have a curse. I turn into a girl." Surprisingly, Nodoka didn't react the way that he thought she would. First of all, he thought she would react negatively. But they was no difference in their closeness. In fact, Nodoka felt sorry for Ranma. "I didn't know that you suffered from a curse." "It isn't that bad." Ranma caressed her face. "But you see, if I hadn't agreed to your father's dumb plan, this would have never happened. You wouldn't have gone on your training trip, you would have never been cursed. This is all my fault." Nodoka started to cry again, this time softly. Ranma felt so guilty and responsible that he tried to dissuade Nodoka, but he just could not. Her conviction was so strong that she could not be convinced otherwise. Both laid there unafraid of their closeness. Nodoka sighed as she turned away from Ranma. "Please leave. I want to be alone." Ranma seemed hurt. "Why? I don't want to desert you." Nodoka stared at the ceiling with a determination that scared Ranma. "There is only one thing left for me to do, and I don't want to hurt you." Ranma grabbed her, and turned her towards him. "What do you mean last thing? I am telling you that it is not your fault! It's all my fault." "But I have dishonored our family name by participating in this sin. It does not matter whose fault it is anymore. And without honor, I do not deserve to live." Ranma couldn't believe his ears as he listened to his mother. "How can you be so sure? You can't..." Ranma trailed of as he too understood the mentality. Even if Nodoka hadn't been at fault, she was still guilty of cheating on Genma. And his mother was an honorable woman. Seeing such virtue, made Ranma look at himself. "Then, let me be with you." Nodoka looked at Ranma. "No!" "But I too have sinned. I have betrayed an agreement set by my father. I have betrayed Akane. I have betrayed my father by being with you. I am no more better than you, and I don't deserve to live if you deserve to die." Ranma stared at Nodoka, his voice gradually growing louder, filling with confidence. "So be it." Nodoka embraced Ranma and kissed him. * * * Akane was still angry, but she had managed to calm herself somewhat. "Nabiki! Why did you stop me from giving him what he deserved?" Akane still felt that she wanted to twist Ranma's head right off. Nabiki seemed melancholic as she looked at the remains of what was supposed to be a joyful evening. "And why should someone deserve death for being in love? Akane he confessed what he had done to me, and believe me, he loves you a lot. He wanted to confess to you, but I told him to forget what had happened and not to let his mistake ruin all of our lives." Akane grumbled as she tore her textbook into two. "Akane, he still loves you, and he was worried that the truth would hurt you." Akane whirled on to Nabiki. "And why didn't you tell me? Why? Ranma is my fiancee!" she shouted. Nabiki frowned. "I don't know. I felt sorry for him, for once. But thanks to our family, we haven't tried to be understanding to them. I'm going to try make them feel better." Nabiki was gone in an instant. Angrily for a few minutes, Akane paced back and forth, but her feelings got the better of her, and she too left the Dojo to go to the Saotome home. Nabiki, panting pretty hard, was surprised to find the front door open and not a sound coming from within. Pausing to catch her breath, she walked into the house, and tried to locate Ranma and Nodoka. Like Ranma an hour before, she searched from one end of the house to the other end, and pretty soon, she found what she was looking for. She walked into the bathroom and found them in the bathtub. But strangely enough, the two were motionless. Cautiously walking forwards, Nabiki realized that the warm water of the tub was crimson red, and she quickly deduced what had happened. Ranma and Nodoka were both naked, and both close, leaving the world as they had intended. Nabiki's eyes turned downcast as she felt a sadness wash over her. At that moment, Akane appeared in the door way and she practically screamed as she watched. Angrily, Akane marched over, ready to give hell, when Nabiki raised her hand, stopping Akane. "Don't bother, Akane, they're both dead." As Akane approached she could tell, as the swirling crimson in the water hinted to the way they had died. Akane felt the onset of tears, but determination held them back. This epilogue was the suggestion of Megane 6.7. Of course, in my opinion, I'd like to keep the other fiancees out of this story with the exception of Akane... But then again, read this short epilogue which just sucks, in my opinion. Epilogue: "Ran-chan." sighed Ukyo as she placed the single flower on his grave. "Why did you have to do that?" Ukyo had to swing hastily with her spatula to stop Kodachi. "Kodachi, what on earth are you doing!" "Nothing, but defiling the grave of my dear Ranma-sama's murderess." Mousse had a similar time trying to stop Shampoo. "Shampoo crush tombstone! Shampoo dig up Nodoka and burn body!" Her eyes burned with a fury which had no equal. At the same time, Ryoga who had happened to be there, was somewhat stuck between joy and sadness. "Ranma, you fiend! How could you have sex... with your MOTHER! At least, you did the right thing when you killed yourself." Ryoga started to laugh insanely as he realized that he now had Akane to himself. Kuno, well, he was different. He stood there solemnly the entire time, trying his best to ignore what his sister had been doing. Nabiki stared at the grave, and sighed. "Even when he's dead, he still gives them all a reason to fight." Akane did her best to wipe her tears. "Akane, you feeling alright?" Akane nodded, but the rest of her seemed to be saying no. Nabiki looked at the large fight which had precipitated. "Well, I think I'll be going now. Hitoshi, that dumb cousin of ours. He still can't do math properly. I don't think I'll be back until late tonight." Without further word, Nabiki ran off. -Ending, version 2- Well, there won't be an alternative ending, but for you sex fiends out there, it was going to be a huge sexfest with Ranma, Nabiki, Nodoka, a bunch of other women and men, and some extra secret woman. (Mrs. Tendo's twin sister...) Now don't you feel happy I didn't write something potentially more sickening???? ================================================= Whew, what an ending (#1). Something that I didn't know, but this lemon farce turned pretty dark. At least for me. I at least have to give my thanks to: Megane 6.7 for being supportive of this evil fic. Not all people can endure defamation of their favorite anime characters. Well, that's it for this story, and I'm not going to add any more to this. This story has killed itself. Bye. Data on my more palatable works. ================================================ No Title : Work will resume soon, starting with a search for a suitable title. Alternative Realities 1 - 2: Work will resume soon. Alternative Reality 3 : Planning starts. Alternative Reality 4 : Work starting soon. Mistakes : Starting soon, planning done. Tenchi Muyo: Continuation : Chapters 6+ are being rewritten. New Works: Eva vs. Macross : Possible... Not sure... I don't know too much about Eva. Nuku Nuku : Love wars as Ryunosuke becomes the object of attention between Yoshimi and Eimi. Tenchi Muyo-Ranma 1/2 : Ranma is tired of being an impolite person, and he is approached by a red haired twelve year old who claims to be able to help him with his problem. ================================================ All old work can be found at http://pantheon.yale.edu/~mhc8/fanfics/fanfiction.htm This fic will not be archived there, however, as it contains objectionable material.