Back to Business

Disclaimer: All characters who’re appearing in my story are created and copyright by Rumiko Takahashi and I did my best to continue something she’d started so well. This fanfiction hopefully will enrich the endless universe of Ranma ½.

For completion... what you are now going to read will be lemon or lime ( don’t expect any kind of fruits! ^- ^) Please make sure you’re of age and ready for what’s going on here and then...
... welcome back!

This story is the sequel to “Behave”.

Back to business

by Loomy-chan

Sunday morning, 7 am... mist sank down on the garden behind the Tendo’s dojo leaving dew-drops on the leaves. Milky sunlight stroked over the adjoining roofs and the air was still cold after two rainy nights this September.
The Tendo’s home was completely quiet. No Kasumi making breakfast in the kitchen, no Panda rumbling through the house, no Nabiki, no Soun... all quiet. It was the second day after they all had left for a weekend trip to the mountains. All except Ranma and Akane. The engaged couple was home alone... and something had happened.

“Umph...!”, Akane mumbled as her head was hit by an upper arm from her left. She opened her eyes and listened to the regular snore beside her. With a smile on her face she rolled around on her left, placing Ranma’s arm back to the pillow and watching the boy’s face.

<He’s so cute... when he’s asleep.> she thought, studying her fiance who seemed to frown in his sleep.

“Shh...”, she whispered and wiped off the folds from his forehead. “There’s nothing to worry...”. Immediately his face became peaceful again and he wrapped his arms around his pillow, embracing the silky sheet like it was her.
<Even in his dreams there seems to be something to fight against> Akane wondered as she silently stood up and left her room. She sneaked down the hall towards the bathroom and entered it. Reaching the mirror she stopped and turned around... gasping!

“What the...!”, she stammered looking at her own reflection. Her face was totally bloated and her hair looked like she’d survived a hurricane last night. Akane shook her head in unbelief but the idea of surviving a hurricane made her grin.

<Well... it was a hurricane...somehow. Three times...> she remembered the past hours and the smile on her face grew even bigger. Then she took one of the buckets and filled it with cold water to give herself a refreshing shower.
<Maybe this will work against this... appearance of mine!> she mentioned as she poured it quickly over her head and back.

“Aaaaaah! AAAAAAH!!!!”, the shrill voice of a girl screamed in her ear and scared her to death.

“Ranma?!! What are you doing here... I mean... I thought..”, Akane stammered surprised and stared at the red-haired girl in boxers, who was faced with her. Cold water ran down off her uncovered breasts and her blue eyes were looking for revenge as she wrung out her pig-tail.

<Uh-oh... this look is very scaring. Maybe I should...> the black-haired girl worried.

“Akane!”, Ranma-chan grumbled. Then she suddenly smiled firmly, but Akane recognized her to displace the heft on her right foot... ready to jump! Although she was able to see her take a run, Akane wasn’t able to react in time. She was grabbed by a red-haired missile and both were hurled across the whole bathroom right into the tub.
Head under water she lost her bearing completely and began to wave around her arms and legs like crazy as she suddenly felt herself grabbed around her chest and pulled up.

“Pfffffrrrr....hihi!”, a suppressed laughter resounded behind her and Akane turned around, still gasping.

“RANMA!”, she yelled and anger forced her face to a terrible mask... but she wasn`t able to keep this expression, cause his face, his dark hair, his blue eyes.. his mouth - all this was even too close yet. His lips were on hers before she was able to reply something. Resigning she sank into his arms and they kissed for endless seconds.
Memories of the last two days came to Akanes mind while she enjoyed the arousing proximity between herself and Ranma. Thoughts of what has happened and sorrows of what will happen after this weekend crossed her mind.

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Later that morning....

“Man! This sucks... I mean, how could they leave us here alone without something to eat.???”, Ranma mumbled to himself as he tried to handle three pans at the same time. <I cannot admit to Akane that I’m the worst cook in the whole Tendo dojo... when I’m not a girl in any case.>

Deepened in preparing breakfast he recognized the steps from behind very late. With a happy and self-satisfied grin he turned around to present his “work” to his fiancee.

“A..........................”, he interrupt himself staring right into the eyes of someone he’d expected least of all in this kitchen.

“Ah, Ryoga!”, he uttered. <What the hell is he doing here? And why now?> “Nice to see you, pal. Why aren’t you able to announce that you’re coming?” < Maybe I get lost of him the polite way>

“Ua... Ranma!”, the other boy shouted. “You know my talent for orientation! I even didn’t want to see you! I was on my way to a training trip in the mountains...”

<Good old Ryoga! He wouldn’t find the ocean if he’s at the beach...> Ranma smiled amusely, but suddenly he heard someone coming downstairs and towards the kitchen. <Akane! Damn... Ryoga... he must not find out about me and her...Damn!>
The pig-tailed boy considered feverish how to get rid off his rival when Akane entered the room smiling at him... not recognizing the other boy.

<Oh, he’s preparing breakfast... how cute! But what are these rolling-eyes are all about?> Akane thought to herself as she eyed her fiance curiosly. Her first view was his well-shaped back and his nice booty...but when he turned around the look in his eyes confused her. Her eyes followed his nod and slowly she noticed a third person being in the room.

<Ryoga?> With a remarkable speed of comprehending Akane searched her mind for a way out of this contradictory situation.Two opportunities... telling him the truth or playing their roles...

“Ryoga, nice to see you! How was your trip? I haven’t see you for three weeks now. Where’ve you been?”, she interrogated the visitor with a warm smile, poking his shoulder friendly. And this strategy was well deliberated as Akane could see from Ryoga’s face... it was dumb grinning in ecstasy because of her attention for him.
<She’s talking to me...she’s touching me....I’m in heaven...>

“This was very close, Ranma.”, she whispered to her secret lover as they stared fascinated to the flight of a dozen tiny black pigs with white wings circling around Ryoga’s head while he danced a slow tango through the kitchen.
<I wonder if Akane knows about the connection between Ryoga and P-chan. This scene is pretty obvious...> the pig-tailed boy considered looking at her. <Hey... whatever. I should stop him before he make a complete fool of himself.>

“Eh... Ryoga?”, he started but there was no reaction.

“RYOGA!”, Ranma shouted a little impatient now and hit the other boy’s head. The flying pigs disappeared and the brown-eyed boy shook his head. He looked around offering an aspect of total confusion until his eyes suddenly stopped on Ranma (anger)... proceeding to Akane on his left (despair)... and back to Ranma (distrust)....and back to Akane (unbelief).
<Wait a minute... what’s going on here?> he wondered.

Panic came to Akane’s expression as she realized that Ryoga was about to find out what she and Ranma had tried to hide. She felt her fiance’s glance burning on her blushing cheek.
<Do something, Ranma!> she implared silently. In the corner of her eye she recognized Ranma’s right hand reaching back to the stove behind him.

“Ranma!? What is going on here? Where’re all the others belonging to this place? Why is this table layed for only two? Ranma, what’s this all about?” Ryoga seemed to get really upset after his voice had returned. Suddenly he noticed Ranma grabbing a pot of cold water and held it in his direction. Immediately he get into a defensive position but it seemed like the other boy didn’t want to attack him. But a devilish grin was on his face...

“I don’t know what you mean.”, Ranma reforted and poured himself a glass of water. “The little tomboy and I... we’re forced to share the house this weekend. Maybe you could have a little pity on me... I have to suffer her for three days on my own!” This statement was a remembrance to the ‘old’ Ranma and he perceived it a bit astonished. <I’d often talk about and to her this way... Damn, I was a jerk.>
“But I think you’re just about to leave... right, P-chan?”, he supplemented smiling.

Ryoga’s face was ashen as he stared horrified at the boy with the pig-tail. He wasn’t able to look at Akane, afraid of what her face might told him. <Did she know? I cannnot look at her... I’ll kill him, if this has betrayed me. I can’t stand being in the same room with this pure girl and this... this... I don’t know how to call him! Aaargh!>

“Eh... you’re, eh... right. I have to go now. Akane... hope to see you soon.”, he stammered and ran out of the back door, through the garden... tripping over a small pebble beside the koi-pond and tumbling into the cold, shallow water.

Ranma grabbed Akane shoulder and turned her around from the garden scene towards the hall.

“Follow me to the closet... I need to talk to you”, he explained and pushed her gently upstairs.

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The linen closet... ten minutes later.
Warm fingers ran through Akane’s hair down to her neck and her back, making her shiver. It was nearly dark inside the closet... only a small beam of light made his way through the slit of the sliding door. As she opened her eyes she could see it fall on Ranmas face... and on her breasts he was just about to kiss again. Akane sighed and leaned back to the cool, wooden back of the closet. It was just indescribable what she felt when his soft lips explored her body like this. Even after two nights with him she wasn’t able to believe in the things that were happening between Ranma and her. She smiled... <We’re only into kissing right now, but I’m really wet already...>

“So...Ranma. You wanted to talk to me, don’t you?”, she disturbed him still smiling. The sudden stopover seemed to confuse him. The black, shaggy tuft receded quickly from the velvet valley between her breasts and pair of breath-taking blue eyes looked questioning at Akane. Ranma’s cheeks were softly blushed with excitement and his lips were moistened from the wet kisses he had set all over his fiancee’s body. Silently gasping he tried to come down a bit before answering her.

“Oh...eh, I think... I forgot what I was going to ask you. I’ll try to remember... give me a second.” <God... how to concentrate in this...state?> he thought to himself considering the unignorable erection in his pants. Ranma really had had an intention when he told Akane that he needed to talk to her. He had this intention....until he’d closed the door of the closet. He even wasn’t able to remember why he’d chosen the damn closet... It was ridiculous! Her perfect body leaning to the back of this small, dark chamber... her eyes a complete provocation... there was nothing else to matter in this moment.
Staring at the clenched fist he leaned on he strained every nerve to think of the question he wanted to ask this amazing girl.

“Ranma?”, the black-haired girl interrupted his thoughts. “I... got a question myself. You can think about yours by the way, but I need to know how you think about this “thing” with Ryoga....”

“What do you mean?”, Ranma asked disconcerted. <Man, does she know about his little, swinish secret? Argh... this flying pigs were just too obvious! He’ll kill me... he’ll think I told her!> he worried and his hands grabbed the sheets he was sitting on.

Akane puzzled what this panically expression on her fiance’s face was all about and suddenly it came to her mind. <Oh...got it! I think I got it...> she grinned and with her left hand she raised his chin from looking on the sheets.

“Calm down, Ranma! It’s not the P-chan-thing I wanna talk about. That’s nothing new to me... I knew it for a couple of months.”, she soothed him.

“You...you did? B...but...how... I mean... I didn’t told you!”, he stammered. <How did she get a clue? How... wait a minute... she knew about it... and... n-e-v-e-r-t-h-e-l-e-s-s she took this pig... in bed... with her?> Ranma’s face seemed to tarnish red with anger as he snatched at Akanes wrist and fastened it beside her head.

“You knew about it... and nevertheless you shared your bed with him??!”, he whispered with a voice cold as ice and every fiber of his body nailed Akane to the wall behind her. He could see fear flashing up in her brown eyes, but her mouth showed the typical defiance.

“You jerk!”, she spitted and devilish grin appeared on her face. “No... you didn’t told me about Ryoga and P-chan, but your inexplicable jealousy made me curious! So... I followed him once and...I get... an impression of his...problem. From that day on a lot of things made more sense to me...”

“But why...”, Ranma shouted, interrupted by his fiancee.

“...cause I enjoyed your jealousy!”, Akane admitted. <Oh my... how can I explain?> “Because it helped me...I wanted to believe in...the fact that... you possibly... like me! I’ve exploited Ryoga to make you jealous! Therefore I feel guilty... I abused his good nature and the fact that he likes me...”, she shook her head and rubbed her released wrist.

<Therefore...? She’d exploited him? To make me jealous?> he wondered.<Well, I think it had worked...somehow!> Ranma was astonished by this confession and somehow even flattered. He still was a little angry, but he knew that he hadn’t the right to. <I did the same...maybe not always on purpose, but I did it. With Shampoo... with Ukyo...and even with Kodachi...>

“Akane?”, he whispered silently and placed his hands around her face.

“Yes?”

“Let’s leave it at that... we both made mistakes and I got no right to judge you.” With that he lowered his face to her’s and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. All his longing for her, all their past uncertainty, all the fear for the future was lost in this kiss. Within this perception, Ranma felt tears of relief coming to his eyes and he wasn’t able to hold them back. Still kissing her he took both of her wrists this time and pulled them over Akanes head, fixing it with his left hand. Then he stroked the fingers of the other one along the back of her arm, down the armpit and across her chest. Covering her left breast in his palm he started to rub his thumb gently over the hardened swelling of her nipple. The silent moan from her ended in a breathless sigh as her body rose under a inundating wave of excitement.
Akane couldn’t believe how aroused she was yet. Her mouth was still opened , gasping, as she tried to raise her eyes again. She could see Ranma’s concentrated face; she followed his hand to his mouth where he moistened his thumb with the tip of his tongue before replacing back to her nipple. <For what’s...ooh, my god! That’s a...ammmazing!>

“Ah...Ra...nma!”, she groaned, untied her hands from his grip and reached out for his pig-tail to pull his lips down to her’s. Her tongue fooled around with his as she tried to roll over on top of him, but he prevented it with some kind of unyielding resoluteness.

“No, dear... I got something special for ya. You can be anxious for it!”, Ranma murmured within kissing his fiancee. Akane was able to feel his erection as he crawled over her and laid half on the length of her body. He removed his hand from her breast and placed it to her right knee, letting it explore the inner side of her thigh. Goose-flesh ran from Akane’s toes up to the center of her arousement. Surprised by the pulsating of her womanhood she recognized she wet her panties with this special juices.

Ranma perceived Akane’s shaking as he continued his expedition under her skirt. Only touching her was so amazing that he unconditional had to pull himself together in order not to lose control. His fingers slid carefully under the seam of her panties and made their way across the little vault of short hair. <Damn... she’s so wonderful...everything about her... I need to...>

Akane opened her eyes when she noticed her fiance was changing his position, but she could not see him... he had disappeared under her skirt an his hands were unpatiently pulling on her panties, getting it down to her knees in a split second.

“Ranma? Wha...aaah!”, she began but suddenly gasping for breath. Something hot and very wet had parted her lower lips and was now fluttering around her clit interrupted by fiery respirations. Her complete womanhood get gently rubbed by his tongue and Akane had no choice but to recede the control and to leave herself to this... thing.
<This...sh..should scare me....but I feel...just save a..and secure.....and horny!>

“Don’t... don’t...”, she tried to speak.

Ranma stopped immediately, a questioning look on his face... and her taste on his tongue.
<God, this taste’s...just... intoxicating!>
“What is it, Akane?”, he asked her worried.

“Don’t...you stop, you...little...hentai. Oh please, don’t stop it!”, she whimpered and with a smile on her face she directed his head back to the place between her legs.

There was no need to say it twice... Ranma returned to the tasty center of her delight and continued to lick rhythmically up and down her slit. In between he began to advanced the tip of his tongue into her entrance managing her to moan even louder. The well defined thighs beside his head began to tremble and a sharp pain pierced him as ten fingers were clawed to his shoulders.
<Ouch! Seems like I never get rid of... anything goes martial arts!> the pig-tailed boy considered ironically and went on with caressing his fiancee.

Akane was reaching out for the climax. Her chin was sunk on her chest, she was gasping by fits and starts and sweet sweat ran down in a thin streamlet between her breasts. She could feel the roaring waves of ecstasy which spread out from her lower body to every nerve between her head and her toes. With a nearly desperate scream she collapsed under this sensual manifestation she’d never felt before.

Ranma wasn’t really able to realize what was going on in this moment. His head was locked between Akane’s thighs, but he could imagine the scene from what he felt on his face, which was pressed to her privy parts. In between her movings he get the chance to free himself and have a look at his girl.
<Never had seen this kind of look on her face before... It’s a new Akane...and she’s gorgeous!>

As she opened her eyes her mouth was a bit reddened, cause she bit her lip to hard. Her face was sweatened and some dark locks were adhered to her forehead and her cheeks. She looked really awesome.

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The closet... 20 minutes later.

Akane smiled peacefully, her fingers playing with the dark tuft of hair at the end of Ranma’s pig-tail. She was still leaning to the back of the closet and her fiance’s head laid on her lap. His eyes were closed and his breathing was even... but she could see from the twitching corner of his lips that he wasn’t asleep yet.
<He’s so cute!>, she smiled, but then she remembered something...

“Ranma?”, she whispered, tickling his cheek with the little pig-tail-brush.

Grumbling and unwillingly he nodded: “Hm...yes?”

“This... thing. This thing I needed to talk to you...”, she explained.

“Yes?”

“I mean...it wasn’t especially about Ryoga...I...you, I mean... what will we do, Ranma?” Akane questioned and she seemed to be very worried.

“You want to know...how this will go on...between you and me?” he guessed and suddenly he became aware of his own perplexity. He’d thought about their situation either, but all his conclusions seemed to be wrapped up in nebulous shadows in a back corner of his mind.

“Do you think we need to initiate someone yet?”, he considered and Akane could see the uneasiness in his blue eyes. She could imagine that he was thinking of his other fiancees and their reaction. The idea of standing face to face with Shampoo or Ukyo was really scaring and caused a shiver running down her spine.
How many times did she fought against them?
How often was she beatened up?
Questions like this... again and again...

“Akane...?”

“Eh...what? I mean...”, she stammered, startled from her thoughts. “Oh, I’m sorry, Ranma. I was complete... absentminded. This whole thing is little bit too much for me, I think. Is there any possibility that this confession will not cause any kind of murder... suicide, homicide... or heart failure?”, Akane reforted with an ironic smile.

“I don’t think so.”, Ranma smiled back at her, imaging a picture of Genma-Panda collapsing in the koi-pond. < The last year was simply too absurd for everybody around here...I don’t know what’s right and what’s wrong! All I know is that I love this girl...whatever it takes to make this love possible, I’ll do it!> he decided.

“Listen, Akane. Here’s my suggestion: We’ll keep it as our secret... for the present. And we’ll see how it works...”, he proposed. “...what do you think?”

A small sigh of relief came from Akane’s lips: “Ah...sounds good. <Thank god, he feels the same way about it!> I have to admit that I prefer the easy road this time!”

The pig-tailed boy grinned as he pulled her face down towards his own. With a warm breath he whispered gently in her ear: “You’re absolutely right girl...sometimes not anything has to go martial arts.”

“Oh, shut up you jerk!”, she giggled. “We need to clean up the mess in the kitchen before our folks return! Back to business!”

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So far so good... it took me a while to write this sequel.
Firstly I had no time... no time at all... ten minutes here... fifteen minutes there... horrible!
Secondly it was quite confusing to continue the way I chose for the storyline...aargl! (I’m still confused as you can see... ) But I want to go on!
Thirdly I’m even more excited about your comments and critics than the first time, so please be nice to me... whatever you have to say send it to: be_loomy@yahoo.de