Lemon-Only_Up-09.txt
  Masamune Washington (hephaestus@mad.scientist.com)
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  Hentai-- The Lemon Disclaimer
  THIS IS A LEMON RANMA FANFICTION!!
  Stop reading now if you don't know what that means.
  This story contains sexual behavior appropriate only to sexual situations.
  If this offends you, you subscribe to certain sexually restrictive 
religions, you do not believe in sex, you do not believe sex exists, have 
medical conditions that would be aggravated by sexual stimulus, you are under 
the age permissible to view sexual material in your area, or you in general 
have no interest in sex; by no means continue reading. Stop immediately.
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  I glance to the side and see it moving. Abused, neglected, annoyed... my 
brain is crawling away. Oh well, doesn't change anything, I can still write 
this stuff.
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  Are you still here?
  Okay, this is about sex, this is your last chance to stop reading.
  There will be 'weird' sex involving water based curses.
  
  To keep the reader from thinking too much the following methods have been 
used:
  Quotation marks (" ") enclose speech
  Single quotes (' ') enclose thoughts
  Asterix (* *) indicate sound effects
  Underscore (_ _) means it is in italics (a limitation of ASCII text format).
  Greater/less than signs (< >) encapsulate Chinese.
  Brackets ({ }) encapsulate English.
  Squared brackets ([ ]) are text information and signs.
  Parenthetical notes are asides by the narrator.
  
  The continuing saga of perverted curses...
  
  Ranma1/2 - The Curse Only Goes Up (it likes to be on top) part IX - Ranma II
  
  "Konatsu, report."
  "How did you?" He drops from the ceiling onto a stool.
  Raising an eyebrow, "I think we know each other rather well."
  Blushing, "Well..."
  "What have you found out?"
  "Ah. I have observed him for a week. Each morning Kasumi gets up before 
sunrise. Shortly after that Ranma gets up. No one else is awake for another 
hour. During this time Ranma goes jogging, practicing in empty lots, and 
returns to the dojo in time for breakfast."
  "Every morning?"
  Bowing, "Indeed it is as I have observed, Ukyou-sama."
  "Heh, good. I didn't think he was a morning person though."
  "Perhaps something recently has changed his actions?"
  
  The next morning.
  Ranma-chan is on the toilet... then he excitedly leaves the toilet to go to 
the bathroom (the Japanese do not commonly have the toilet and bath tub in the 
same room).
  A wet Ranma finds Kasumi in the kitchen, "Kasumi, it's gone."
  "Oh my, what are you talking about, Ranma-kun?"
  "The curse, I guess I pissed it out... er, or something like that."
  "Maybe you should tell Nabiki all about it when she wakes up, she was 
working on how you got it back."
  He bows to Kasumi.
  She bows to him.
  He then runs across the yard and bounds over the fence. "Wahoo, back in 
control!"
  A rustle in a tree, something flies out.
  
  Many blocks away, Ukyou is witness to the sudden puff of smoke in the sky, 
"The signal. Any moment."
  Ranma comes around the corner in a brisk jog, unexpectedly making a turn 
down another street.
  "Dang it all," Ukyou breaks cover and starts running.
  
  Musing to himself over how pleasant this morning is. The air is clean, a 
cool moist morning breeze, quiet empty streets, no one around staring at him, 
the girl running at his side.
  "Good morning, Ranma."
  Smiling, "Good morning, Ranko." Looks forward again. Slowly beginning to 
frown, 'something is wrong,' he thinks.
  *smack*
  He misses a turn and plows into a brick building.
  "Oh, Ranma," helping him out.
  The bricks are pushed in with his impression. If he had been trying he would 
have passed on through.
  "Ow..."
  Brushing him down, "Look at you, you klutz. I swear."
  "R-Ranko?"
  Delivering a brilliantly pleased grin, "Yes, Ranma?"
  "But..." The strain on his brain is incredible.
  "You don't look too good. Maybe we should get breakfast."
  "Y-yeah, good idea... Ranko."
  She giggles.
  "Kasumi doesn't have breakfast ready yet though."
  "Oh, we can get food anywhere. How about Ucchan's?"
  "It isn't open yet."
  "Our friend works there, I'm sure someone is up."
  
  Still befuddled he now stands at the Okonomiyaki restaurant.
  Knocking loudly.
  "Sheesh, you don't need to wake her... Ranko," still not making any sense of 
it.
  The door rattles, then opens. Looking at them is Ukyou. "Good morning, Ran-
chan. The griddle will be ready in just a few minutes, I just turned it on."
  "See, I knew she'd be awake, Ranma."
  
  He sits quietly. Watching the chef get things ready.
  The griddle is hot. Ranko is sitting very very close to him.
  Watching Ukyou closely, narrowing his eyes.
  She pours the batter, then works it carefully.
  Ranko pulls his arm to her bosom. She grits her teeth and leans away in 
surprise when his braid becomes curiously erect.
  "Ucchan," flips over the counter, "You seem different today."
  "H-how to you mean, Ran-chan?" shying away.
  "Hmm," grabbing her belt and ripping it off.
  The shirt falls open, and the wig slips loose.
  A look of menace coming over him, "Who are you?" Punching.
  The imposter is at his limit dodging the punches and kicks, and Ranma isn't 
truly trying... not at least until he gets an answer.
  A baker's peel whacks him to the floor, "Ran-chan, stop that! Geez, Konatsu, 
you forgot the bindings!"
  "Sorry, Ukyou-sama."
  He pops back to his feet, tracing the weapon to the arm, up the arm to the 
bosom... lingering on that, then up to her face. "You can't be Ranko, because 
I AM RANKO... Ucchan?"
  Sighing, "Konatsu, the jig is up."
  The imposter whips the shirt off and as the fabric flies he is back in his 
ninja uniform, drops to one knee, "My apologies, Ranma-kun, no harm was 
intended."
  Grabbing her pigtail, "Ucchan, how did you do it?"
  "Hey! Hey! Leggo! That's my real hair."
  Sheepish, "Sorry."
  Huffing, straightening her purloined mandarin blouse, "How do you like me, 
Ran-chan?"
  "Geez, Ucchan... I dunno. You're... shorter and... bigger and... redder. 
How?"
  Smirking, "I've been hearing about things."
  "Huh?" still not clued in.
  Posing, "Super Sexy Transform, Vixen..."
  He groans in recognition.
  "...Red!" she giggles.
  "Oh wow. You become like... me!"
  "I was surprised too."
  "Is your hair really red now?"
  She shows him.
  Heh.
  Konatsu passes out.
  Ranma nods appreciatively, "You really do look like me."
  She pulls the slacks back up so she can walk, "We should make sure I _feel_ 
the same," leading him upstairs with a lecherous grin.
  
  ~ Omake ~ Ranko or Ukyou?
  
  "Super Sexy Transform, Vixen Red!"
  He nods, then splashes himself.
  
  "Ranma-kun, lunch..." Kasumi freezes at the door.
  "What's going on... Oh my," Nabiki gapes at the scene.
  Annoyed, "What's with you two? Is there something in Ranma's room?" Akane 
pushes between them, absently groping them in the process. "Yikes! Uhm, 
Kasumi, tell me I'm not horny enough to see two Ranmas?" Akane asks.
  Nabiki looks to the eldest because she does not reply.
  Kasumi is staring and drooling.
  "Hey, sis, what are you thinking?" Nabiki nudges her.
  Wiping at the drool and closing her mouth, "I think there is time for a 
lesbian orgy before lunch."
  Suddenly Akane is the only one not involved. "Lesbian?" wrinkling her nose 
at the idea, "I guess I haven't done that in a while." Casting off her clothes 
and finding a moist spot in the pile to dive in.
  
  Genma wanders in, "Hmm, I thought lunch was ready. Eh? Kasumi must be 
vacuuming. Right, Soun?"
  He slowly lowers the newspaper, revealing the terrified rictus his face is 
locked in.
  Sweatbead, "Uh, that is the vacuum, isn't it?"
  Soun holds up one hand, fingers spread.
  "Do you mean five of something?" Looking at the ceiling. "Five?"
  Nodding.
  "Ranma, Akane, Nabiki, Kasumi... erk!"
  "Tadaima!" Nodoka comes in.
  "But, Nodoka is there, who is number five?" Becoming pale, "Doesn't matter!" 
Runs for his life and is shortly out of sight.
  "Oh dear, my husband is so full of healthy vigor these days."
  Soun is stuck in his pose, sweating heavily and shaking.
  --
  C&C will be twisted horribly and used indescribably.
  Flames will be treated with napalm and the door closed.
  
  They caught me writing! Now my day-pass privileges are revoked, medication 
adjusted, and upped to twice daily sessions with Dr. Psyche. It's entirely 
their fault anyway when they tinker with my thinker.
  
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