From: P-R-P-Chan <prpchan@colba.net>
Subject: [ffml][fanfic][rama][lime] Nabiki:Streetwalker 2

ok.. I give up.. I can't write lemons.. they're way to boring.. this ended
up being twice the size of the previous part, with absolutey NO lemon
content.. the next opne will have some though.. I may write it liek that..
1 lime, 1 lemon.. and so on.. definately enjoy writing the lime more...



	Nabiki:Streetwalker
	Part 2
	By: P-R-P-Chan

	Ranma woke up, as Akane's scream rocked the house.
	"What's wrong?" He yelled jumping to his feet. Akane, who was standing
above him, averted her eyes as Ranma's nude form rose from the linoleum.
	"Y-You pervert! I can't believe you'd do something like that in our
bathroom.." Akane glanced downwards again then stalked out of the room,
"Get dressed Ranma, then we're going to have a little talk." She finished,
cracking her knuckles.
	"I'm dead," Ranma muttered to himself. "Don't have a clue how she knew
about me and.." A dreamy look took over his face. "Guess I'd better get
dressed and take it like a man."


	Akane sat at the breakfast table, feeding her P-Chan, while ignoring the
fact that Ranma was presently missing. Everyone else was acting as if
everything was normal, Genma was chomping down on his, and his son's,
breakfasts; Soun was reading his newspaper, and Nabiki was slowly chewing
her food as she watched the TV.
	Ranma came down the stairs and took his place. That's when everything went
to hell.
	"Son, I can't believe you would disgrace yourself like that! We're guests
in this house!"
	"That's right Ranma," Soun nodded sagely. " There are just some things you
don't do!"
	"But.. but... I.. It wasn't my fault! I swear!" So much for taking it like
a man.
	"Wasn't your fault? Someone made you do it? Just how stupid do you think
we are?" Akane was furious.
	"Ask Nabiki! It wasn't just me!" Nabiki's face darkened at his comment.
	"How's that, Ranma-kun? I'm responsible for you playing with yourself? I
didn't know you thought that way about me.. It was just me right? You
weren't imagining anything else? Maybe something with Akane as well? Were
you?"
	"Umm.. ah.. playing with myself?"
	"Why do we think we're so disgusted with you, pervert?" Akane made a fist.
"You better not have been imagining me.. That's just.. ick.. Ranma you make
me sick!"
	And with that the conversation was over, Ranma flying towards the horizon
courtesy of Akane's temper.


	As Ranma crashed down in front of the school, one thought was in his mind;
Akane. Well not just Akane. Akane, her body, and the things he could do
with it. He discovered, to his embarassment that he was rapidly getting a
hard-on, and over that tomboy of all things. This was too much for him to
handle, having lustful thoughts about his uncute fiancee after having lost
his virginity to her sister; Ranma decided to take the first couple of
classes off. Jumping into a tree, he reclinedon one of the branches and
lost himself in thought. At least they didn't know about him and Nabiki.


	For the third time that day, Akane was mad at Ranma. First she caught him
having messed up their bathroom form jerking off. Then he does everything
but admits to wanting her sister more than herself. Thirdly, he didn't even
show up for class. 'Probably scared of showing his perverted face around
here' Akane rationalized. Not that excused him for any of it. He was
definately in for it when she caught up with him.


	Lunchtime, Ranma still hadn't shown up, Akane lay back against the tree
and opened her bento. Taking a few bites, she closed it up again, and sighed.
	"If you don't want it, I'll finish it" Ranma startled her as he dropped
down from the tree. Akane fell backwards, skirt up in the air, giving Ranma
a good view of her long legs and panties. Now, Ranma had never seen what
the big thing about panties was, but that changed last night. It was what
they covered that was really important. Ranma remembered back to the first
day he'd met Akane, as she stepped into the bathing area, her breasts
glistening with sweat, the fine curls of her..
	Ranma reeled as he was hammered into the ground. "You pervert! get a good
enough look?" And so, the anger counter for the day went up to four.
	"Ouch.. Akane you didn't have to do that.. It was your fault."
	"Just like it was Nabiki's fault this morning?"
	"I didn't do anything!" Unfortunately, in denying it, he remembered what
did happen. Staring at Akane, Ranma began wondering if she would be as good
as her sister. His libido coming online, Ranma made a tactical retreat,
away from Akane,  hoping she hadn't noticed his raging erection; She had.
With a huff of disgust, she went off to eat her lunch with her friends,
anything better than having to deal with Ranma anymore.


	Ranma had gotten away just in time. He was sure Akane would have noticed
how turned on he was any second. Glancing back one last time to see if
Akane was following, he turned the corner, running straight into Nabiki.
His manhood pressed up against her crotch, he tried to come up with an
excuse. A raised eyebrow was all he needed to know it wouldn't be believed.
	"Didn't you get enough last night, Saotome?"
	"Umm.. about that Nabiki.. I don't want Akane to you know.. find out about
us."
	"Since when is there an us? Don't worry your secret is safe with me." She
turned to leave, but he grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back.
	"You know.. It really was good.. I was thinking, maybe.." The end of lunch
bell rang, cutting Ranma off.
	"Sorry, I've got to get to class. I'll talk to you later, Ranma-kun."


	Ranma slumped into his seat in defeat. He'd so badly wanted Nabiki, then
and there, or at the very least later tonight; but she had brushed him off,
ignored him, and left him with his need. It wasn't like he could go to
anyone else for sex, as much as he'd love to take Shampoo or Ukyou, they
would use that to press their case. Ranma would find himself married within
the week, possibly disowned. Akane, Ranma noticed her staring at him
disapprovingly, she would be a good fuck. Shampoo and Ukyou might have
better figures, but neither of them had the passion that Akane had. If he
could get her into bed.... Ranma found himself getting aroused, and tried
to listen to the teacher, anything to get his mind off of what Akane could
do for him.
	Akane had been glaring at Ranma since he entered the class, and he hadn't
even acknowledged her. He'd looked her way a couple of times, but not in
any way appologetic. Akane got the feeling that he was mentally undressing
her, not that it was entirely welcome; She was definately attracted to
Ranma, maybe even loved him, but there was no way she would stand for him
using her, treating her like a pair of tits and a cunt. Akane knew that,
she was never going to be his plaything.
	The youngest Tendo mentally slapped herself for stooping to her fiancee's
level of perversion. A blush began to creep into her cheeks, she glanced at
Ranma, hoping he didn't notice. Then she saw his erection, the one that he
was trying so hard to hide. Akane's anger overcame her embarassment, but
not enough to draw anyones attention to it; she didn't want her name being
dragged through the muck with Ranma's.


	Ranma trudged home in silence, Akane was ignoring him and keeping her
distance, nothing seemed to be going his way. He was so damn horny, and
their was no relief anywhere. Even if he oculd convince Akane to sleep with
him, which Ranma seriously doubted, it wouldn't be anytime soon; Akane was
really pissed at him about something.
	"Akane?" No respone. "Akane!?"
	"What is it, Ranma?"
	"Is it about this morning?"
	"What about it?"
	"Are you still mad...."
	"About the fact that you played with yourself all night? And I had to find
you asleep in your own mess?" Akane glared back at him, "No Ranma, it has
nothing to do with that."
	"Then what's bothering you? It's not that time...."
	Akane cut him off angrily. "Don't you dare try to blame this on me,
pervert! If you don't know what's wrong then you're even stupider then I
thought."
	Hearing the bitterness in her voice, Ranma decided to let her cool down.



	Ranma sat silently at dinner, engrossed in watching Nabiki eat, watching
the noodles slip into her mouth, as she slurped them up, leaving a few
spots of teriyaki sauce on her lip. She swallowed, sending the noodles down
her throat just as she had his manhood the night before, then licked her
lips. Ranma shuddered. He could barely control himself with her around. She
was just so damn... sexy.
	Nabiki glanced over at Ranma, she knew he was watching her every movement,
if she played this right she just might be able to get that CD-Player she'd
been looking at. Two, maybe three, sessions; even though Ranma wasn't known
for haing money, Nabiki was sure he'd find a way for this.



	Ranma finally caught up to Nabiki. After dinner she'd locked herself int
eh bathroom for awhile, then went off to finish her homework. Persistance
had paid off though. Nabiki was preparing to leave, actually halfway out
the door when Ranma called her back.
	Glancing around, Ranma started. "Nabiki, I was wondering what your doing
tonight...."
	"Well first I've got to go by Kuno-chan's and...."
	"Your not going to actually... with Kuno?!?"
	"He's better than he looks. Even if I have to put on a red wig... It just
ups the price."
	"Price? You don't mean you...?"
	"I thought you knew me, Ranma. Of course theres a price. As much as I like
the sex, It's not the same if I can't treat myself to some chocolate after."
	"You know that I'm broke.. Wouldn't you make an exception for me? I mean
we're going to be family..."
	Nabiki burst out laughing. "You have no idea how pathetic you sound. I'll
see you later, little boy." Nabiki patted his head as she continued her way
out.
	"But Nabiki..."
	"No 'buts' about it Saotome, no means no."
	Ranma sighed, their was only one way this would work out. "Just wait a
minute, I'll go get some cash."
	Witht that he turned and ran up the stairs. Nabiki could only think of one
way ranma would be able to get any significant amount of money. hse
couldn't believe even he would do that. As Ranma came dashing down the
stairs, a small wad of bills in his hand, Nabiki came to the only
conclusion she could.
	"You borrowed it from Akane?"
	"3000 yen. I just had to tell her that you were going to sell me off to
Kuno if I didn't pay you the money I owed."
	"I've gotta admit, Saotome, you've got balls. You didn't impress me with
them, but you sure have them."
	"What do you mean by that?" Ranma was confused, was Nabiki insulting his
manliness? No it couldn't be. He'd already show her what he could do.
	"Nothing at all, Ranma, ntohing at all." Nabiki took the money from his
hand, counted it out and then turned to leave.
	"Nabiki! Where are you going?"
	"Like I said, I've got to go over to Kuno-cha's."
	"But what about me?"
	"I'll be back at three. Make sure your awake."




	P-R-P-Chan
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