No Need for Destiny
Chapter 6
No Need for Secrecy
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Miyuki looked around the old home that had at one time been the place her parents lived while they attended college. It was comfortable, very clean, well maintained, and was perfect.
But considering how amorous her parents were, she wasnÆt about to sit on or touch anything. She had no idea if it was contaminated simply because they had ôdone itö there.
ôIs there any furniture that we are keeping?ö asked Chibi-Ranma as he looked around.
Mikumo shook his head. ôLast thing I want to ever risk is them coming over and looking at the furniture with ... with that look.ö
All three shivered. Their parents had always been lovey-dovey when the children were around. It was just that the degree of it had gone up considerably when the trio came closer to college age. It was a quickly learned trick to always be alert in their household, in case the happy couple was going at it. They usually gave off enough of a warning so that the children did not walk in on them and scar themselves for life.
But you never know. You never know.
ôThere is nothing wrong with the furniture,ö said Nabiki, setting about making dinner in her old home, and a place that would now serve all three children as they began to attend the Galactic Science Academy.
ôAh,ö said Ranma as he came in. ôI still donÆt get what your problem is. I mean I know this furniture and it is very durable and tough.ö
ôYeah, like that table you three are sitting at. Very ... durable.ö
ôEEK!ö the three teenagers gasped as they leapt away from the table as if it was about to blow, each one performing warding signs.
ôStop it, Nabiki,ö chided Ranma, as he set down the last of the new purchases. After moving in, the two girls went off to do what they did best: shop; while the guys moved things around and dropped off luggage to the rooms. ôThere is nothing to those superstitions,ö said Ranma. ôNow we are all adults here, so letÆs act like it.ö
ôFine,ö grumbled the teenagers.
Nabiki just giggled, enjoying the last few minutes of teasing her children before she could finish with dinner. While she would miss them around the house, she knew they were growing up; and she certainly did not want to end up as one of those paranoid parents who needed to track everyone and everything that came into contact with their children.
Also this added to another dimension: more free time for her and Ranma. It wasnÆt that she hated their children; far from it. It was just that even in the beginning, her and Ranma had had very little time with just the two of them. At first it was with Washu, which she didnÆt mind. But then Washu had her memories resealed, and soon after Miyuki was born during the ômourningö period for Washu.
They never had those ônew couple momentsö, where it was just the two of you, enjoying the simple existence of each other.
Besides, having your children walk in on you during a particular moment wasnÆt exactly helpful to the romantic mood.
It was also one of the reasons her and Ranma had not had a child of their own yet. She enjoyed the experience; of that there was never any doubt.
But when your life is going to be measured in eons or longer, the need to procreate takes on a small priority.
Now the need to practice those acts... She giggled silently; remembering what she had planned for her husband when they got home.
Ranma ignored a shiver running down his back; having gotten quite used to feeling them, as he looked about his first home.
Memories surfaced, as he glanced over the items around him. It wasnÆt hard for him to remember the times he had here; with Nabiki, with Washu, with all their friends.
ôDad!ö yelled Chibi-Ranma.
Ranma shook his head, banishing the memories once again. ôYeah, son?ö
ôDinnerÆs ready,ö said the man, looking closer at his father. ôYou okay?ö
ôJust remembering some things.ö
Chibi-Ranma nodded. He knew some of the truth of his family, if only because of whom his mother was. HeÆs thinking of Auntie Washu. Putting his hand on his fatherÆs shoulder, Chibi-Ranma whispered to him. ôDonÆt worry; sheÆll be back one day, Dad. Just let it go for the moment.ö
Ranma nodded, patting his sonÆs hand. Just because he knew she was okay, didnÆt mean it hurt any less. But he wasnÆt going to be like Soun and let such a thing destroy him.
Turning around, both headed back into the dining area. It was supposed to be a party, anyway.
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An hour after the parents had left; the three teenagers were still rearranging the house more to their liking.
ôSo,ö said Chibi-Ranma as he came to grab something to drink, ôyou two still didnÆt tell them, huh?ö he smirked.
Mikumo and Miyuki blushed, stammering their denials.
Chibi-Ranma just chuckled. ôIn case you guys forgot, I have caught you making out.ö
Mikumo sighed. ôAnd your point is?ö
ôMy point is that you should just come out and admit it to them,ö said Chibi-Ranma. ôIt isnÆt like itÆll upset them.ö
Miyuki blushed. ôBut Mom might go into one of her ôbirds and beesö speeches.ö
Chibi-Ranma sighed. ôTheyÆd be happy that you two found love.ö
Mikumo snorted. ôYeah, and Dad would want us to try and see other people first.
ôI donÆt want that,ö he said, taking MiyukiÆs hands in his own. ôI have already found the one woman for me.ö
Chibi-Ranma made gagging noises, as the two slowly approached each other for a kiss. ôCan you guys do that later ... like when I am at the Temple, or maybe dead.ö
ôHey,ö glared Mikumo, ôitÆs not like we do anything that noticeable.ö
Chibi-Ranma glared back. ôRemember the tape I showed you guys about how I knew?ö
The two blushed. ôWe werenÆt doing anything serious,ö whispered Miyuki.
ôLook,ö said Chibi-Ranma, drink in hand, ôI really donÆt care. If you two are happy; great. But donÆt expect me to cover for you here, and donÆt expect me to keep this from Mom and Dad forever. You two will eventually have to tell them.ö He smirked a bit, a joke in mind. ôAnd I would prefer you do it before the first kid arrives.ö
As the two continued to sputter, Chibi-Ranma left chuckling. While he was happy they were togetherùit wasnÆt like they were related by blood, and even then, Jurai had no problems with such couplingsùit wasnÆt about to stop him from being a brother to them.
And as anyone knew, being a brother meant teasing as much as protecting.
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Nabiki sat in the room of her home, pale.
It wasnÆt that she was sick, per se. No, it was because she had just returned from a doctorÆs appointment to determine why she was feeling ill.
Oh, she found out.
Then she yelled.
Yelling was what she felt was appropriate. After all, these same doctors were some of the best within their field. They had even designed some of the contraception widely used today.
But they appeared to have failed with her.
That wasnÆt the problem.
The problem was just how badly they had failed.
ôIÆm home,ö said Ranma, entering the living room.
Nabiki stood up, motioning him to follow her to the kitchen area.
Ranma gulped. He was used to seeing Nabiki as a pillar of strength; the Ice Queen was a force even feared within the Black Ops department of Seniwa.
Since she wasnÆt crying, he knew it wasnÆt a death or a kidnapping of their family. Things had been quiet except for the occasional attempts, with the children being more than enough to handle the suspects.
But she was paled and ... scared. ôNabiki, you okay? WhatÆs wrong?ö
Shaking her head clear, Nabiki motioned for him to sit at the table. ôTrust me, Ranma-kun, this isnÆt something you should hear standing.ö
Nodding slowly, he sat down.
Taking several deep breaths, and wishing she was half-plastered when she broached this topic, she began. ôI went to the DoctorÆs today.ö
Ranma nodded. ôIt was nothing bad, was it? I know youÆve been feeling ill lately.ö
Nodding, Nabiki continued. ôWell, they found out the reason. Apparently ... the contraception medicine weÆve been taking failed.ö
ôFailed?ö said Ranma, blinking. ôYou ... youÆre pregnant.ö
Nabiki nodded.
Ranma sighed. ôYou had me worried there. The way you were acting, I was expecting something horrible, not that you were pregnant.ö
ôThatÆs not the big news,ö she said.
ôAnd that is,ö said the relieved Ranma.
ôThat I am currently carrying seven embryos.ö
Ranma paused in mid breath, his face changing for its normal pinkish hue to off-white. ôS-s-s-seven.ö
Nabiki nodded. ôThey arenÆt sure why it happened, just that theyÆll need to rescan us and determine what measures to take to correct our reactions to the contraceptive.
ôSeven.ö
ôI was told of several options, since multiple births to that degree are very difficult on all parties concerned.ö
ôSeven.ö
Sighing, Nabiki grabbed her glass of water, tossing it on Ranma. Sometimes, he needed a reset to his system to get any discussion done, even in this day and age.
After sputtering for a few moments, Ranma calmed down. ôThat was a dirty trick, you know. How could you expect me to be rational after learning I have seven kids on the way?ö
Making a light giggle, Nabiki returned to looking at her ôwifeö. ôThanks, I needed that.ö
Ranma sighed. Even after all this time, she barely understood Nabiki anymore now then when she had first met the girl at the Tendo Dojo. ôOkay; before I start freaking out again, let me get this straight. We have a grand total of seven children on the way.ö
Nabiki nodded. ôYes and no. We have several options.
ôThe first is to let this all go along naturally. The problems are that the amount of stress on both them and me will most likely result in medical damage; even with the help of our trees.ö
Ranma nodded. ôOkay.ö
ôThe next is aborting a few of them, but that isnÆt an option for me. My choice and I choose to keep them.ö
Ranma nodded, not really certain herself what was the right thing to say there.
ôThe last option is that they can remove the embryos and put them into stasis until IÆm ready to give birth. Then they can implant them back into my womb in safer numbers.ö
Ranma just blinked. ôThey can do that?ö she asked, amazed.
Nabiki nodded. ôItÆs a simple procedure, and has no ill effects on either the mother or the embryos. And to be honest, I think they could all use the space.ö
Ranma nodded, before taking in a deep breath. ôIf ... if itÆs about needing space for them to develop...ö she trailed off, looking at her own midsection.
ôNo.ö
Ranma looked up. ôNo? But...ö
Nabiki came over to her, kneeling. ôRanma; as much as I appreciate the offer, I canÆt let you do it. We donÆt have any information on Jusenkyo to say whether or not that would work. As far as we know, it might not lock you, or it might even lock you permanently as female.ö
Ranma nodded. Inside, she was glad Nabiki had declined. The same fears mentioned were in RanmaÆs head as well, but she had no intention of burdening Nabiki with that right now. Even Naja hadnÆt been able to nail down all of the properties the Jusenkyo Curse had involved.
Inside Nabiki, the girl was feeling some pride in her husband/wife. She knew Ranma had made strides in accepting that side of herselfùmore likely the result of not constantly having people force their own desires on the child 24/7. But there were too many unknowns in such a thing.
Besides, she liked Ranma the way she was; without stretch marks and pure.
Well, æpureÆ was a relative term.
ôSo ... uhm ... when do you ... ah ...go in for the procedure?ö asked the nervous and slightly relieved Ranma-chan.
Nabiki giggled slightly. Even after all their time together, Ranma could still be so ... Ranma. ôThey can schedule it as soon as we are ready.ö
ôGood,ö said Ranma, standing up. ôI need to make preparations for a facility to have them stored in. Last thing we need is whoeverÆs hounding us to try and steal them.ö
ôRanma?ö
ôHmm,ö stated the redhead, before she found herself in a fierce embrace. ôNabiki?ö she asked, worriedly.
ôJust ... just hold me for a bit, okay?ö
She nodded, unsure of her own voice at the moment, as she returned the hug.
It would be a while before either moved.
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Kain sat in his chair, as he had done countless times over the decades.
But the pool of supporters had dwindled considerable. Some had left simply because of death or fear, making them ôdisappearö from the public eye and disappeared in the direction of the Rezma Union.
Those were fools he no longer cared about. The Union was still very chaotic, and still attempting to keep itself together, even with the help of Seniwa. Jurai was not asked due to the Cold War state the two were in.
And then there were some of his supporters who had ... faded away.
He smirked at that, fools they had been. As if they could ever take one such as me down with their pathetic attempts.
And the sad thing was the fools never knew I was always four steps ahead of them.
But there was a benefit to these betrayals. He now had their contacts, and often, their resources.
ItÆs easy when they leave no will. He chuckled at that.
But with all he had, he was still no closer to having domination over all of Seniwa than before.
Ranma and Nabiki Kuramitsu had been more than able to handle any of the mercenaries or AI systems sent after them, making their designers and fellow team members furious at the loss of their comrades and inventions.
And those revenge-crazed fools also failed to remove the family from his hair.
Then there were the Kuramitsu children. He still had no success finding any information on the mothers; neither of Chibi-Ranma nor on Mikumo. They had been able to locate the genetic father of Miyuki, but the man had been very fearful, too much to be of any use against their enemies. There hadnÆt been a corrupt judge around who would try to get Miyuki transferred to her genetic fatherÆs care, with all the checks and balances in place to stop such things.
If the fool had kept some sort of contact with his child, he may at least have been useful.
Instead, his options at the moment were limited to merely occasional assaults, looking for a weakness he could exploit.
ôIt will come in time,ö he said, looking at the readings he had on his last sensor scan of himself.
Time was not something he had. Already, his body was well beyond the years it was normally allotted within this life. And while he had gained much in terms of power and influenceùeven those who ôreceivedö his help in the plan to rule Seniwa had no idea even then, he would still be in chargeùhe was still lacking the immortality he so richly wanted.
ôAnd time is the one enemy who knows my location,ö he muttered.
How long do I have left? He knew Death would be there for him, soon. He had cheated his way beyond its grip on more than one occasion.
But he had pushed his resources as far as they could go.
Which was one of his hopes for claiming the Seniwa; with their connections, he might even be able to tap into the technology of the Jurai Star Empire and perhaps even procure some samples of their life-extending trees.
That was not to say he was a wretched husk of his former self. His body was still in excellent shape.
But time was not a friend, and even such a thing could and would not be taken for granted.
A beeping drew his attention to the console once again. Smirking, he had to wonder if it was alerting him that yet another of his former cohorts had had an ôaccidentö.
ôMy, my,ö he chuckled coldly, ôthis is quite a surprise.ö
He chuckled loudly in the empty room. Nothing was quite as fulfilling as having the wish you desired served so easily.
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Inside the apartment, two people sat, holding each other, watching whatever program appeared on the movie channel they were watching.
But their mind was far from confined to what they were watching.
It was on the secret they had yet to tell their parents.
Both knew that such a thing would have to come out eventually. It wasnÆt a secret that could be hidden forever ... especially if they got to the end of their relationship and into that of marriage.
After a few months of the University life, they had reveled in the ability to openly express their affections without worry. After all, few people knew who they were, and in a gathering of peoples that often included cultures with stranger marriage laws than Jurai, they would not stick out.
ôWe have to tell them soon,ö whispered Mikumo, holding her tightly.
Years ago, he had asked his father when a person would know if they were in love.
His fatherÆs answer had been simple. You were in love when you could both tell with no hesitation that each of you were the missing portion of your soul, when life without the other was neither imaginable nor pain free.
In all honestly, Mikumo could openly admit that such things described his feelings for Miyuki, as she could for him.
But admitting to their parents; that was a problem unto itself.
Miyuki nodded. ôBut what if they say we canÆt?ö she whispered fearfully.
ôI doubt they will,ö said Mikumo. ôAnd I think Mom knows. She isnÆt likely to miss little things like that.ö
ôHow does she know?ö gasped Miyuki, pulling back slightly from the loving hug.
Mikumo shrugged. ôSheÆs always been more observant of peopleÆs emotions and such than dad. Hell, IÆd be surprised if she didnÆt see this coming.ö
Miyuki nodded. She knew her mother was an expert at reading people. None of them had been able to get away with anything; the woman could spot their lies or stretched truths a light-year away. ôSo ... when are you going to tell them?ö
ôMe?ö he squeaked.
ôYouÆre the man, so you do it.ö
ôSorry,ö he said, ôbut I believe in equal rights. You have to face the ax just as much as I do.ö
ôMeanie,ö she said, before sticking out her tongue.
Mikumo smiled, as he darted quickly, enveloping her mouth with a kiss. Pulling back from it, he smiled as she slowly opened her eyes, the obvious love they shared reflected in them. ôListen, they are not going to separate us. They understand love like ours.ö
ôWell...ö she said uncertainly.
Mikumo squeezed her hand lightly. ôTrust that they are better than we fear them to be.ö
Miyuki looked into his eyes, seeing the very love she held for him. In those eyes, she had always seen her future with him, and would always admit that it seemed like paradise to her. ôOkay; but we have Chibi-Ranma with us. If it doesnÆt work, we stay at the Temple until weÆre grandparents. Deal?ö
ôDeal,ö he said chuckling.
Though they never had sex, they came closest that night.
After all, you wanted as much thrill and connection as you could, before you faced the denizens of Hell.
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Nabiki walked along the campus, memories of an earlier time assaulting her senses. She could easily picture herself sitting against a certain tree, reading a book, or standing on the sidewalk, chatting with friends about a certain class or a new party that was planned for a weekend.
Happy memories, I had so few of them before coming here. Well; they werenÆt few before I came, but they are few now that I have my eyes opened and my heart filled with a love for something and someone other than money.
She smiled as she walked along the path towards the apartment her children shared.
It wasnÆt hard to think of them as her children; all of them, despite the fact she had only given birth to one of them. After all, she had helped raise them, treat their wounds, hold them when they had nightmares, and other such things that defined a parent as someone more than had simply donated half the necessary genetic material for their birth.
ôNever thought I would be the type of wife to be upset if her husband wasnÆt fully faithful,ö she muttered, looking around at a new flowerbed that had been placed on the greens since her tenure at the college.
It wasnÆt like Ranma had been cheating on her. Nabiki had been both there and participating in those events.
In a way, she was both a dedicated wife and a swinger, if she ever considered such a term.
But then, being with one Ranma Saotome Kuramitsu required one to be bisexual, considering your spouse could be any gender at any given moment.
The fact that other girls could be invited in was inconsequential. Besides, if their love was so weak that another woman could break it up; then what did they really have?
In a world that seemed to breed more females than males, polygamy was an accepted ideal. Proven with just as many successes and failures as monogamous marriages. Hell, she herself was a second wife. It wasnÆt like she had room to talk. She had won Ranma in the end, sharing first place with a woman she also found a deep respect for and even love, before the woman was forced to leave by a destiny beyond even a GoddessÆs control.
ôStill doesnÆt make it easier,ö she muttered, seeing some kids playing along the quad, as she moved on.
It was no secret Ranma missed Washu, but she knew she would not be a second candle to that eternally burning flame. He loved each equally as best as a mortal could. It was comforting in a way, that he would act so if she would ever be forced to lose her mortal life.
She could only hope there were others aside from Tokimi that would ensure Ranma did not end up like her own father when Kimiko Tendo passed beyond this life. Nabiki had no intentions of leaving a broken man behind should she die.
In a way, the same could be applied to her. Aside from Ranma, no other man had ever met her standards ... unless alcohol and self-pity lowered them. If something happened to Ranma, she knew she would wait for WashuÆs reawakening, just as he would should anything happen to her.
It did give her some comfort that she would live on in the memories of any left behind.
And it didnÆt make her want to be someone who left people behind. She wanted to live and stay alive, and she knew how to do so beyond any who sought to rob her of this mortal coil.
Shaking her head of memories and thoughts best left for lonelier times, she moved on towards the apartment. While close to campus, it was still a bit of a walk. But then all of them had appreciated that part; it kept them active and enjoying the thrill more than the ease of life.
ôIt hasnÆt changed too much,ö she smiled.
ôARGH!ö
Looking, she saw a pigtailed student running for his life, followed by a small crowd of female admirers.
ôRanma, we love you!ö
ôDate with me, Ranma!ö
ôLeave me alone!ö cried the son of Ranma and Tokimi, as he tried to outrun the female attention he didnÆt want.
Nabiki chuckled at the scene. ôHe really is just like his father,ö she said, before she turned back towards her destination.
He would be fine ... unless they actually managed to catch him.
But then, heÆd die a happy man and she and Tokimi could expect grandchildren very soon.
Slapping such thought out of her head, she continued on. ôDamn, IÆm becoming like Auntie in my old age.ö
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ôSo,ö said Nabiki, as she poured the tea along the empty cups of the group, ôwhat did you call me here for, aside from catching up?ö
The two looked at each other nervously, before Miyuki spoke. She thought it best that she address her biological mother first, since Mikumo would have to do the same for his own biological father. ôWe ... have developed something that we want to let you know about.ö
Nabiki nodded as she sat down, noticing that the two were holding hands under the table, believing she didnÆt know. Really, they think I miss so much...
ôAnd this thing is?ö she asked, sipping at her tea. ôI mean, other than the fact you two are hot and heavy for each other,ö she stated.
She smirked inwardly as they both fell, face-first to the floor. Yep; still got it.
ôHow long have you known?ö asked Miyuki, the first to recover.
ôOh, since about your second birthday, when you and Mikumo couldnÆt stop taking naps with each other.ö
ôAnd you never found anything wrong with it?ö asked Mikumo, acting like his father and not trusting such apparently good luck.
Nabiki shrugged. ôItÆs not like you two are related by blood; only marriage. IÆve always noticed how you two seemed to cling to each other when you were young, and how you each reacted to the other when we were at home as you grew older.
ôBesides, who am I to stop a love such as yours?ö she asked, sipping her tea. She placed the cup off to the side, narrowly avoiding being covered in it as her daughter tackled her, crying joyfully as her greatest fears were disbanded before her very eyes.
She must get that from my side. She cries almost as much as Daddy.
Mikumo sighed. ôMan, I was afraid you and Dad would try and keep us from seeing each other as a couple.ö
Nabiki looked at him, smirking. ôWho said your dad knows?ö she stated, as Mikumo grew pale, and Miyuki switched to a death wail.
It was always fun to mentally play with children who hid secrets from you ... at least it was for Nabiki Tendo Kuramitsu.
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Ranma shook his head as he looked out at the stars above his home. It was a good thing that they were this far out, the lights of the city too far away to interfere with his viewing.
It was one of the major things he had hated about the Tendo Dojo; the lights of Nerima and the greater Tokyo area had hidden many of them. And like many times on the road, it felt like he had lost many of his friends again.
ôYou really need to talk to them.ö
He turned to see Nabiki standing on the roof, a few meters from him. ôWhat should I tell them?ö
ôThat you support them.ö
Ranma sighed, turning back to the stars. ôIÆm not sure if I can.ö
ôWhy?ö
He shrugged. ôItÆs not that I think theyÆre doing something wrong, Nabiki; donÆt get me wrong. I am happy for them.ö
ôBut?ö
ôBut I wonder how much of it is as real as they think it is,ö he stated.
Nabiki nodded. ôYouÆre worried theyÆll be hurt if it isnÆt real.ö
He nodded. ôHow can you be supportive and weary at the same time? How can you say youÆre happy for them, but have reservations all without hurting the ones you care for?ö
Nabiki sighed as she sat down near him. ôAnd telling them nothing is supposed to be better?ö
ôYou knew beforehand and I have no doubt you supported them,ö he stated with utmost certainty.
ôAnd if I did?ö
ôThen they know they have the full support of the family,ö he added. ôThey know that you can wrap me around your finger if you wanted to.ö
ôThey still need to hear it from you.ö
He stayed motionless. ôI know.ö
ôThen tell them now,ö she stated with firmness.
ôNabiki?ö
ôHmm?ö
ôDoes questioning this make me a bad father?ö
Shaking her head, Nabiki got up, heading back down to the dining area where the neo-couple were still at. ôNo, it doesnÆt. Leaving them hanging like this might, however.ö
As she disappeared, Ranma resumed staring at the stars.
SheÆs right. I need to talk to them.
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The two glared at their father, daring him to try and denounce them. It had hurt that he had simply walked out after they told him they were in love, almost as much as if he had simply snorted at their togetherness.
ôTime to talk,ö Ranma said.
ôWhy should we?ö stated Mikumo.
ôListen, boy,ö growled out Ranma. ôYou drop something this big in my lap and you expect me to jump through fucking hops as a first reaction, or did you even bother to think that your revelation might just require that I think on it?ö
The two looked away. ôMom was fine when we told her,ö stated Miyuki is a quiet tone.
ôNabiki knows everything that goes on,ö said Ranma. ôShe probably knew before you even considered the thought.
ôI on the other hand, and clueless about certain things. So youÆll have to excuse me if the concept of Anything Goes wasnÆt and should never be applied to such emotional overtures.ö
The two looked away a bit ashamed, the rage of earlier still somewhat present.
ôSo was that why you walked out,ö asked Mikumo, ôto think?ö
Ranma nodded. ôYou two dropped a pretty big bomb on me, and I wanted to be certain that I didnÆt stick my foot in my mouth when we talked about this.ö
ôThereÆs nothing to talk about,ö said Mikumo. ôWe love each other, and when we graduate, we plan to get married.ö
Ranma didnÆt saw anything, his hand filling a cup with a calming blend of tea. His emotions were random right now. ôYou sound sure of that.ö
ôWhy shouldnÆt we?ö stated Miyuki.
ôOne word: Akane.ö
The two looked at him. ôSome new girl you and Mom are with?ö
The sound of metal being crushed was heard as Ranma turned the tea kettle into a paperweight. ôSon, if you wish to live past tonight, I suggest you never take that tone with me.
ôAnd for your information, she is NabikiÆs sister and my first love.ö
The two paled, Mikumo more so for his comment, cursing himself for letting his mouth run off with him. ôUm...ö
ôDonÆt talk,ö growled Ranma. ôJust listen.ö
The next few hours consisted of several stories of his youth Ranma had told no one aside from Washu. He held back nothing, everything was told; from the first meeting to the battle against the Phoenix God, to even the moments before him and Nabiki had been sent to Jurai.
ôUm,ö nervously gulped Miyuki, ôwhat does this have to do with us?ö
Ranma released a deep breath, finding his center once again as he finished the story. ôSimple. I want to make certain you two donÆt repeat my mistakes, and confuse a momentary love for the realist and deepest type there is.ö
ôWe arenÆt,ö growled out Mikumo.
ôWe know this is true love, Father,ö stated Miyuki as formerly as she could.
Ranma shook his head. ôIÆm trying to talk, and you two just refuse to talk.ö Standing up, he placed his now empty cup on the counter, before starting to walk out, stopping at the doorway to face them once again. ôDonÆt claim to be an adult in anything if you canÆt act like it; children. That goes for matters of the heart as well.ö
The two simply stared at him, as if trying to drill holes through the space he had occupied.
ôHeÆs right, you know.ö
They turned to see their mother behind them, pulling another teapot out of the cabinets. ôHe wanted to have a calm discussion with you, and you two proved your heritage by being pigheaded and not even bothering to listen to him.ö
ôI thought you were on our side,ö yelled Miyuki.
ôI am,ö said Nabiki in a calm manner. ôBut I also want you guys to fully understand everything; something you both seem fearful about. Are you so uncertain of your love that youÆre afraid Ranma might prove it false?ö
ôWhatÆs that supposed to mean?ö glared Mikumo.
ôNabiki shook her head. ôIt means it doesnÆt matter if you two are in love or not. By refusing to test that, all it can ever be is simple infatuation. And all you two can be are scared children, unable to understand the very thing you claim to have.ö
She followed Ranma. ôI thought I raised you better than that. I thought I raised you to understand such things. I guess I failed in that.ö
The two could only stare at the doorway the two parents had left through, the anger they had from before fading as shame began to rear its ugly head.
ôI hate when this happens,ö they both muttered, before their heads hit the table.ö
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ôWhat is it?ö asked Ranma, sitting in the dojo, performing some high level meditation to get his mind under control.
ôWe came to ... talk,ö whispered Mikumo.
ôAre we going to actually talk, or are you just going to accuse me and your mother of not understanding you?ö he asked, eyes still closed.
ôWe want to talk,ö said Miyuki, a bit louder than Mikumo had been.
Sighing, Ranma opened his eyes, motioning for them to sit across from him. ôYou still want to talk, even knowing what itÆll be about?ö
ôWe can take it,ö stated Mikumo with absolute certainty.
ôWhy do you think this is true love?ö
The two looked at each other. ôBecause it fits perfectly the definition you gave us,ö said Mikumo.
ôI canÆt imagine my life without him, and when I try, it pains me,ö said Miyuki.
Ranma nodded. ôAnd are you sure of these feelings, that they just arenÆt exaggerations of the true forms?ö
The two nodded, still not looking away from the eyes of the other.
Ranma sighed. He wondered if he had been like that with Washu. He was certain they had had love. In fact, it had been the truest love he had ever known, aside from what he and Nabiki shared. It was also one of the things he and his second wife had discussed; what would he do if they did find a way to return to Nerima and when they had left from.
Standing up, Ranma walked over to them, snapping his fingers to get their attention. ôI want your words of honor, that if this love should fall, should you discover this path is not what should be, that you will not lose what you have now as family. Give me that, and I will give you my blessing.ö
The two could only nod, granting him the relief that it would not break up the family, before the hugged him for all they were worth.
Ranma looked across the dojo to the door, seeing Nabiki leaning against it, smiling.
It always made her happy when family got along.
He just hoped this didnÆt start her on wanting to try and find a girl ... or guy, if he chose that way ... for Chibi-Ranma.
After all, everyone should be allowed to find their own love.
They all deserved what he had never been allowed from his family and friends.
Chapter 6
No Need for Secrecy
Disclaimer: I donÆt own this series or any other series. I am just floating an idea. I am making no money, nor plan to, off this venture. If you think of suing me over this, then grow up.
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Miyuki looked around the old home that had at one time been the place her parents lived while they attended college. It was comfortable, very clean, well maintained, and was perfect.
But considering how amorous her parents were, she wasnÆt about to sit on or touch anything. She had no idea if it was contaminated simply because they had ôdone itö there.
ôIs there any furniture that we are keeping?ö asked Chibi-Ranma as he looked around.
Mikumo shook his head. ôLast thing I want to ever risk is them coming over and looking at the furniture with ... with that look.ö
All three shivered. Their parents had always been lovey-dovey when the children were around. It was just that the degree of it had gone up considerably when the trio came closer to college age. It was a quickly learned trick to always be alert in their household, in case the happy couple was going at it. They usually gave off enough of a warning so that the children did not walk in on them and scar themselves for life.
But you never know. You never know.
ôThere is nothing wrong with the furniture,ö said Nabiki, setting about making dinner in her old home, and a place that would now serve all three children as they began to attend the Galactic Science Academy.
ôAh,ö said Ranma as he came in. ôI still donÆt get what your problem is. I mean I know this furniture and it is very durable and tough.ö
ôYeah, like that table you three are sitting at. Very ... durable.ö
ôEEK!ö the three teenagers gasped as they leapt away from the table as if it was about to blow, each one performing warding signs.
ôStop it, Nabiki,ö chided Ranma, as he set down the last of the new purchases. After moving in, the two girls went off to do what they did best: shop; while the guys moved things around and dropped off luggage to the rooms. ôThere is nothing to those superstitions,ö said Ranma. ôNow we are all adults here, so letÆs act like it.ö
ôFine,ö grumbled the teenagers.
Nabiki just giggled, enjoying the last few minutes of teasing her children before she could finish with dinner. While she would miss them around the house, she knew they were growing up; and she certainly did not want to end up as one of those paranoid parents who needed to track everyone and everything that came into contact with their children.
Also this added to another dimension: more free time for her and Ranma. It wasnÆt that she hated their children; far from it. It was just that even in the beginning, her and Ranma had had very little time with just the two of them. At first it was with Washu, which she didnÆt mind. But then Washu had her memories resealed, and soon after Miyuki was born during the ômourningö period for Washu.
They never had those ônew couple momentsö, where it was just the two of you, enjoying the simple existence of each other.
Besides, having your children walk in on you during a particular moment wasnÆt exactly helpful to the romantic mood.
It was also one of the reasons her and Ranma had not had a child of their own yet. She enjoyed the experience; of that there was never any doubt.
But when your life is going to be measured in eons or longer, the need to procreate takes on a small priority.
Now the need to practice those acts... She giggled silently; remembering what she had planned for her husband when they got home.
Ranma ignored a shiver running down his back; having gotten quite used to feeling them, as he looked about his first home.
Memories surfaced, as he glanced over the items around him. It wasnÆt hard for him to remember the times he had here; with Nabiki, with Washu, with all their friends.
ôDad!ö yelled Chibi-Ranma.
Ranma shook his head, banishing the memories once again. ôYeah, son?ö
ôDinnerÆs ready,ö said the man, looking closer at his father. ôYou okay?ö
ôJust remembering some things.ö
Chibi-Ranma nodded. He knew some of the truth of his family, if only because of whom his mother was. HeÆs thinking of Auntie Washu. Putting his hand on his fatherÆs shoulder, Chibi-Ranma whispered to him. ôDonÆt worry; sheÆll be back one day, Dad. Just let it go for the moment.ö
Ranma nodded, patting his sonÆs hand. Just because he knew she was okay, didnÆt mean it hurt any less. But he wasnÆt going to be like Soun and let such a thing destroy him.
Turning around, both headed back into the dining area. It was supposed to be a party, anyway.
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An hour after the parents had left; the three teenagers were still rearranging the house more to their liking.
ôSo,ö said Chibi-Ranma as he came to grab something to drink, ôyou two still didnÆt tell them, huh?ö he smirked.
Mikumo and Miyuki blushed, stammering their denials.
Chibi-Ranma just chuckled. ôIn case you guys forgot, I have caught you making out.ö
Mikumo sighed. ôAnd your point is?ö
ôMy point is that you should just come out and admit it to them,ö said Chibi-Ranma. ôIt isnÆt like itÆll upset them.ö
Miyuki blushed. ôBut Mom might go into one of her ôbirds and beesö speeches.ö
Chibi-Ranma sighed. ôTheyÆd be happy that you two found love.ö
Mikumo snorted. ôYeah, and Dad would want us to try and see other people first.
ôI donÆt want that,ö he said, taking MiyukiÆs hands in his own. ôI have already found the one woman for me.ö
Chibi-Ranma made gagging noises, as the two slowly approached each other for a kiss. ôCan you guys do that later ... like when I am at the Temple, or maybe dead.ö
ôHey,ö glared Mikumo, ôitÆs not like we do anything that noticeable.ö
Chibi-Ranma glared back. ôRemember the tape I showed you guys about how I knew?ö
The two blushed. ôWe werenÆt doing anything serious,ö whispered Miyuki.
ôLook,ö said Chibi-Ranma, drink in hand, ôI really donÆt care. If you two are happy; great. But donÆt expect me to cover for you here, and donÆt expect me to keep this from Mom and Dad forever. You two will eventually have to tell them.ö He smirked a bit, a joke in mind. ôAnd I would prefer you do it before the first kid arrives.ö
As the two continued to sputter, Chibi-Ranma left chuckling. While he was happy they were togetherùit wasnÆt like they were related by blood, and even then, Jurai had no problems with such couplingsùit wasnÆt about to stop him from being a brother to them.
And as anyone knew, being a brother meant teasing as much as protecting.
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Nabiki sat in the room of her home, pale.
It wasnÆt that she was sick, per se. No, it was because she had just returned from a doctorÆs appointment to determine why she was feeling ill.
Oh, she found out.
Then she yelled.
Yelling was what she felt was appropriate. After all, these same doctors were some of the best within their field. They had even designed some of the contraception widely used today.
But they appeared to have failed with her.
That wasnÆt the problem.
The problem was just how badly they had failed.
ôIÆm home,ö said Ranma, entering the living room.
Nabiki stood up, motioning him to follow her to the kitchen area.
Ranma gulped. He was used to seeing Nabiki as a pillar of strength; the Ice Queen was a force even feared within the Black Ops department of Seniwa.
Since she wasnÆt crying, he knew it wasnÆt a death or a kidnapping of their family. Things had been quiet except for the occasional attempts, with the children being more than enough to handle the suspects.
But she was paled and ... scared. ôNabiki, you okay? WhatÆs wrong?ö
Shaking her head clear, Nabiki motioned for him to sit at the table. ôTrust me, Ranma-kun, this isnÆt something you should hear standing.ö
Nodding slowly, he sat down.
Taking several deep breaths, and wishing she was half-plastered when she broached this topic, she began. ôI went to the DoctorÆs today.ö
Ranma nodded. ôIt was nothing bad, was it? I know youÆve been feeling ill lately.ö
Nodding, Nabiki continued. ôWell, they found out the reason. Apparently ... the contraception medicine weÆve been taking failed.ö
ôFailed?ö said Ranma, blinking. ôYou ... youÆre pregnant.ö
Nabiki nodded.
Ranma sighed. ôYou had me worried there. The way you were acting, I was expecting something horrible, not that you were pregnant.ö
ôThatÆs not the big news,ö she said.
ôAnd that is,ö said the relieved Ranma.
ôThat I am currently carrying seven embryos.ö
Ranma paused in mid breath, his face changing for its normal pinkish hue to off-white. ôS-s-s-seven.ö
Nabiki nodded. ôThey arenÆt sure why it happened, just that theyÆll need to rescan us and determine what measures to take to correct our reactions to the contraceptive.
ôSeven.ö
ôI was told of several options, since multiple births to that degree are very difficult on all parties concerned.ö
ôSeven.ö
Sighing, Nabiki grabbed her glass of water, tossing it on Ranma. Sometimes, he needed a reset to his system to get any discussion done, even in this day and age.
After sputtering for a few moments, Ranma calmed down. ôThat was a dirty trick, you know. How could you expect me to be rational after learning I have seven kids on the way?ö
Making a light giggle, Nabiki returned to looking at her ôwifeö. ôThanks, I needed that.ö
Ranma sighed. Even after all this time, she barely understood Nabiki anymore now then when she had first met the girl at the Tendo Dojo. ôOkay; before I start freaking out again, let me get this straight. We have a grand total of seven children on the way.ö
Nabiki nodded. ôYes and no. We have several options.
ôThe first is to let this all go along naturally. The problems are that the amount of stress on both them and me will most likely result in medical damage; even with the help of our trees.ö
Ranma nodded. ôOkay.ö
ôThe next is aborting a few of them, but that isnÆt an option for me. My choice and I choose to keep them.ö
Ranma nodded, not really certain herself what was the right thing to say there.
ôThe last option is that they can remove the embryos and put them into stasis until IÆm ready to give birth. Then they can implant them back into my womb in safer numbers.ö
Ranma just blinked. ôThey can do that?ö she asked, amazed.
Nabiki nodded. ôItÆs a simple procedure, and has no ill effects on either the mother or the embryos. And to be honest, I think they could all use the space.ö
Ranma nodded, before taking in a deep breath. ôIf ... if itÆs about needing space for them to develop...ö she trailed off, looking at her own midsection.
ôNo.ö
Ranma looked up. ôNo? But...ö
Nabiki came over to her, kneeling. ôRanma; as much as I appreciate the offer, I canÆt let you do it. We donÆt have any information on Jusenkyo to say whether or not that would work. As far as we know, it might not lock you, or it might even lock you permanently as female.ö
Ranma nodded. Inside, she was glad Nabiki had declined. The same fears mentioned were in RanmaÆs head as well, but she had no intention of burdening Nabiki with that right now. Even Naja hadnÆt been able to nail down all of the properties the Jusenkyo Curse had involved.
Inside Nabiki, the girl was feeling some pride in her husband/wife. She knew Ranma had made strides in accepting that side of herselfùmore likely the result of not constantly having people force their own desires on the child 24/7. But there were too many unknowns in such a thing.
Besides, she liked Ranma the way she was; without stretch marks and pure.
Well, æpureÆ was a relative term.
ôSo ... uhm ... when do you ... ah ...go in for the procedure?ö asked the nervous and slightly relieved Ranma-chan.
Nabiki giggled slightly. Even after all their time together, Ranma could still be so ... Ranma. ôThey can schedule it as soon as we are ready.ö
ôGood,ö said Ranma, standing up. ôI need to make preparations for a facility to have them stored in. Last thing we need is whoeverÆs hounding us to try and steal them.ö
ôRanma?ö
ôHmm,ö stated the redhead, before she found herself in a fierce embrace. ôNabiki?ö she asked, worriedly.
ôJust ... just hold me for a bit, okay?ö
She nodded, unsure of her own voice at the moment, as she returned the hug.
It would be a while before either moved.
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Kain sat in his chair, as he had done countless times over the decades.
But the pool of supporters had dwindled considerable. Some had left simply because of death or fear, making them ôdisappearö from the public eye and disappeared in the direction of the Rezma Union.
Those were fools he no longer cared about. The Union was still very chaotic, and still attempting to keep itself together, even with the help of Seniwa. Jurai was not asked due to the Cold War state the two were in.
And then there were some of his supporters who had ... faded away.
He smirked at that, fools they had been. As if they could ever take one such as me down with their pathetic attempts.
And the sad thing was the fools never knew I was always four steps ahead of them.
But there was a benefit to these betrayals. He now had their contacts, and often, their resources.
ItÆs easy when they leave no will. He chuckled at that.
But with all he had, he was still no closer to having domination over all of Seniwa than before.
Ranma and Nabiki Kuramitsu had been more than able to handle any of the mercenaries or AI systems sent after them, making their designers and fellow team members furious at the loss of their comrades and inventions.
And those revenge-crazed fools also failed to remove the family from his hair.
Then there were the Kuramitsu children. He still had no success finding any information on the mothers; neither of Chibi-Ranma nor on Mikumo. They had been able to locate the genetic father of Miyuki, but the man had been very fearful, too much to be of any use against their enemies. There hadnÆt been a corrupt judge around who would try to get Miyuki transferred to her genetic fatherÆs care, with all the checks and balances in place to stop such things.
If the fool had kept some sort of contact with his child, he may at least have been useful.
Instead, his options at the moment were limited to merely occasional assaults, looking for a weakness he could exploit.
ôIt will come in time,ö he said, looking at the readings he had on his last sensor scan of himself.
Time was not something he had. Already, his body was well beyond the years it was normally allotted within this life. And while he had gained much in terms of power and influenceùeven those who ôreceivedö his help in the plan to rule Seniwa had no idea even then, he would still be in chargeùhe was still lacking the immortality he so richly wanted.
ôAnd time is the one enemy who knows my location,ö he muttered.
How long do I have left? He knew Death would be there for him, soon. He had cheated his way beyond its grip on more than one occasion.
But he had pushed his resources as far as they could go.
Which was one of his hopes for claiming the Seniwa; with their connections, he might even be able to tap into the technology of the Jurai Star Empire and perhaps even procure some samples of their life-extending trees.
That was not to say he was a wretched husk of his former self. His body was still in excellent shape.
But time was not a friend, and even such a thing could and would not be taken for granted.
A beeping drew his attention to the console once again. Smirking, he had to wonder if it was alerting him that yet another of his former cohorts had had an ôaccidentö.
ôMy, my,ö he chuckled coldly, ôthis is quite a surprise.ö
He chuckled loudly in the empty room. Nothing was quite as fulfilling as having the wish you desired served so easily.
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Inside the apartment, two people sat, holding each other, watching whatever program appeared on the movie channel they were watching.
But their mind was far from confined to what they were watching.
It was on the secret they had yet to tell their parents.
Both knew that such a thing would have to come out eventually. It wasnÆt a secret that could be hidden forever ... especially if they got to the end of their relationship and into that of marriage.
After a few months of the University life, they had reveled in the ability to openly express their affections without worry. After all, few people knew who they were, and in a gathering of peoples that often included cultures with stranger marriage laws than Jurai, they would not stick out.
ôWe have to tell them soon,ö whispered Mikumo, holding her tightly.
Years ago, he had asked his father when a person would know if they were in love.
His fatherÆs answer had been simple. You were in love when you could both tell with no hesitation that each of you were the missing portion of your soul, when life without the other was neither imaginable nor pain free.
In all honestly, Mikumo could openly admit that such things described his feelings for Miyuki, as she could for him.
But admitting to their parents; that was a problem unto itself.
Miyuki nodded. ôBut what if they say we canÆt?ö she whispered fearfully.
ôI doubt they will,ö said Mikumo. ôAnd I think Mom knows. She isnÆt likely to miss little things like that.ö
ôHow does she know?ö gasped Miyuki, pulling back slightly from the loving hug.
Mikumo shrugged. ôSheÆs always been more observant of peopleÆs emotions and such than dad. Hell, IÆd be surprised if she didnÆt see this coming.ö
Miyuki nodded. She knew her mother was an expert at reading people. None of them had been able to get away with anything; the woman could spot their lies or stretched truths a light-year away. ôSo ... when are you going to tell them?ö
ôMe?ö he squeaked.
ôYouÆre the man, so you do it.ö
ôSorry,ö he said, ôbut I believe in equal rights. You have to face the ax just as much as I do.ö
ôMeanie,ö she said, before sticking out her tongue.
Mikumo smiled, as he darted quickly, enveloping her mouth with a kiss. Pulling back from it, he smiled as she slowly opened her eyes, the obvious love they shared reflected in them. ôListen, they are not going to separate us. They understand love like ours.ö
ôWell...ö she said uncertainly.
Mikumo squeezed her hand lightly. ôTrust that they are better than we fear them to be.ö
Miyuki looked into his eyes, seeing the very love she held for him. In those eyes, she had always seen her future with him, and would always admit that it seemed like paradise to her. ôOkay; but we have Chibi-Ranma with us. If it doesnÆt work, we stay at the Temple until weÆre grandparents. Deal?ö
ôDeal,ö he said chuckling.
Though they never had sex, they came closest that night.
After all, you wanted as much thrill and connection as you could, before you faced the denizens of Hell.
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Nabiki walked along the campus, memories of an earlier time assaulting her senses. She could easily picture herself sitting against a certain tree, reading a book, or standing on the sidewalk, chatting with friends about a certain class or a new party that was planned for a weekend.
Happy memories, I had so few of them before coming here. Well; they werenÆt few before I came, but they are few now that I have my eyes opened and my heart filled with a love for something and someone other than money.
She smiled as she walked along the path towards the apartment her children shared.
It wasnÆt hard to think of them as her children; all of them, despite the fact she had only given birth to one of them. After all, she had helped raise them, treat their wounds, hold them when they had nightmares, and other such things that defined a parent as someone more than had simply donated half the necessary genetic material for their birth.
ôNever thought I would be the type of wife to be upset if her husband wasnÆt fully faithful,ö she muttered, looking around at a new flowerbed that had been placed on the greens since her tenure at the college.
It wasnÆt like Ranma had been cheating on her. Nabiki had been both there and participating in those events.
In a way, she was both a dedicated wife and a swinger, if she ever considered such a term.
But then, being with one Ranma Saotome Kuramitsu required one to be bisexual, considering your spouse could be any gender at any given moment.
The fact that other girls could be invited in was inconsequential. Besides, if their love was so weak that another woman could break it up; then what did they really have?
In a world that seemed to breed more females than males, polygamy was an accepted ideal. Proven with just as many successes and failures as monogamous marriages. Hell, she herself was a second wife. It wasnÆt like she had room to talk. She had won Ranma in the end, sharing first place with a woman she also found a deep respect for and even love, before the woman was forced to leave by a destiny beyond even a GoddessÆs control.
ôStill doesnÆt make it easier,ö she muttered, seeing some kids playing along the quad, as she moved on.
It was no secret Ranma missed Washu, but she knew she would not be a second candle to that eternally burning flame. He loved each equally as best as a mortal could. It was comforting in a way, that he would act so if she would ever be forced to lose her mortal life.
She could only hope there were others aside from Tokimi that would ensure Ranma did not end up like her own father when Kimiko Tendo passed beyond this life. Nabiki had no intentions of leaving a broken man behind should she die.
In a way, the same could be applied to her. Aside from Ranma, no other man had ever met her standards ... unless alcohol and self-pity lowered them. If something happened to Ranma, she knew she would wait for WashuÆs reawakening, just as he would should anything happen to her.
It did give her some comfort that she would live on in the memories of any left behind.
And it didnÆt make her want to be someone who left people behind. She wanted to live and stay alive, and she knew how to do so beyond any who sought to rob her of this mortal coil.
Shaking her head of memories and thoughts best left for lonelier times, she moved on towards the apartment. While close to campus, it was still a bit of a walk. But then all of them had appreciated that part; it kept them active and enjoying the thrill more than the ease of life.
ôIt hasnÆt changed too much,ö she smiled.
ôARGH!ö
Looking, she saw a pigtailed student running for his life, followed by a small crowd of female admirers.
ôRanma, we love you!ö
ôDate with me, Ranma!ö
ôLeave me alone!ö cried the son of Ranma and Tokimi, as he tried to outrun the female attention he didnÆt want.
Nabiki chuckled at the scene. ôHe really is just like his father,ö she said, before she turned back towards her destination.
He would be fine ... unless they actually managed to catch him.
But then, heÆd die a happy man and she and Tokimi could expect grandchildren very soon.
Slapping such thought out of her head, she continued on. ôDamn, IÆm becoming like Auntie in my old age.ö
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ôSo,ö said Nabiki, as she poured the tea along the empty cups of the group, ôwhat did you call me here for, aside from catching up?ö
The two looked at each other nervously, before Miyuki spoke. She thought it best that she address her biological mother first, since Mikumo would have to do the same for his own biological father. ôWe ... have developed something that we want to let you know about.ö
Nabiki nodded as she sat down, noticing that the two were holding hands under the table, believing she didnÆt know. Really, they think I miss so much...
ôAnd this thing is?ö she asked, sipping at her tea. ôI mean, other than the fact you two are hot and heavy for each other,ö she stated.
She smirked inwardly as they both fell, face-first to the floor. Yep; still got it.
ôHow long have you known?ö asked Miyuki, the first to recover.
ôOh, since about your second birthday, when you and Mikumo couldnÆt stop taking naps with each other.ö
ôAnd you never found anything wrong with it?ö asked Mikumo, acting like his father and not trusting such apparently good luck.
Nabiki shrugged. ôItÆs not like you two are related by blood; only marriage. IÆve always noticed how you two seemed to cling to each other when you were young, and how you each reacted to the other when we were at home as you grew older.
ôBesides, who am I to stop a love such as yours?ö she asked, sipping her tea. She placed the cup off to the side, narrowly avoiding being covered in it as her daughter tackled her, crying joyfully as her greatest fears were disbanded before her very eyes.
She must get that from my side. She cries almost as much as Daddy.
Mikumo sighed. ôMan, I was afraid you and Dad would try and keep us from seeing each other as a couple.ö
Nabiki looked at him, smirking. ôWho said your dad knows?ö she stated, as Mikumo grew pale, and Miyuki switched to a death wail.
It was always fun to mentally play with children who hid secrets from you ... at least it was for Nabiki Tendo Kuramitsu.
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Ranma shook his head as he looked out at the stars above his home. It was a good thing that they were this far out, the lights of the city too far away to interfere with his viewing.
It was one of the major things he had hated about the Tendo Dojo; the lights of Nerima and the greater Tokyo area had hidden many of them. And like many times on the road, it felt like he had lost many of his friends again.
ôYou really need to talk to them.ö
He turned to see Nabiki standing on the roof, a few meters from him. ôWhat should I tell them?ö
ôThat you support them.ö
Ranma sighed, turning back to the stars. ôIÆm not sure if I can.ö
ôWhy?ö
He shrugged. ôItÆs not that I think theyÆre doing something wrong, Nabiki; donÆt get me wrong. I am happy for them.ö
ôBut?ö
ôBut I wonder how much of it is as real as they think it is,ö he stated.
Nabiki nodded. ôYouÆre worried theyÆll be hurt if it isnÆt real.ö
He nodded. ôHow can you be supportive and weary at the same time? How can you say youÆre happy for them, but have reservations all without hurting the ones you care for?ö
Nabiki sighed as she sat down near him. ôAnd telling them nothing is supposed to be better?ö
ôYou knew beforehand and I have no doubt you supported them,ö he stated with utmost certainty.
ôAnd if I did?ö
ôThen they know they have the full support of the family,ö he added. ôThey know that you can wrap me around your finger if you wanted to.ö
ôThey still need to hear it from you.ö
He stayed motionless. ôI know.ö
ôThen tell them now,ö she stated with firmness.
ôNabiki?ö
ôHmm?ö
ôDoes questioning this make me a bad father?ö
Shaking her head, Nabiki got up, heading back down to the dining area where the neo-couple were still at. ôNo, it doesnÆt. Leaving them hanging like this might, however.ö
As she disappeared, Ranma resumed staring at the stars.
SheÆs right. I need to talk to them.
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The two glared at their father, daring him to try and denounce them. It had hurt that he had simply walked out after they told him they were in love, almost as much as if he had simply snorted at their togetherness.
ôTime to talk,ö Ranma said.
ôWhy should we?ö stated Mikumo.
ôListen, boy,ö growled out Ranma. ôYou drop something this big in my lap and you expect me to jump through fucking hops as a first reaction, or did you even bother to think that your revelation might just require that I think on it?ö
The two looked away. ôMom was fine when we told her,ö stated Miyuki is a quiet tone.
ôNabiki knows everything that goes on,ö said Ranma. ôShe probably knew before you even considered the thought.
ôI on the other hand, and clueless about certain things. So youÆll have to excuse me if the concept of Anything Goes wasnÆt and should never be applied to such emotional overtures.ö
The two looked away a bit ashamed, the rage of earlier still somewhat present.
ôSo was that why you walked out,ö asked Mikumo, ôto think?ö
Ranma nodded. ôYou two dropped a pretty big bomb on me, and I wanted to be certain that I didnÆt stick my foot in my mouth when we talked about this.ö
ôThereÆs nothing to talk about,ö said Mikumo. ôWe love each other, and when we graduate, we plan to get married.ö
Ranma didnÆt saw anything, his hand filling a cup with a calming blend of tea. His emotions were random right now. ôYou sound sure of that.ö
ôWhy shouldnÆt we?ö stated Miyuki.
ôOne word: Akane.ö
The two looked at him. ôSome new girl you and Mom are with?ö
The sound of metal being crushed was heard as Ranma turned the tea kettle into a paperweight. ôSon, if you wish to live past tonight, I suggest you never take that tone with me.
ôAnd for your information, she is NabikiÆs sister and my first love.ö
The two paled, Mikumo more so for his comment, cursing himself for letting his mouth run off with him. ôUm...ö
ôDonÆt talk,ö growled Ranma. ôJust listen.ö
The next few hours consisted of several stories of his youth Ranma had told no one aside from Washu. He held back nothing, everything was told; from the first meeting to the battle against the Phoenix God, to even the moments before him and Nabiki had been sent to Jurai.
ôUm,ö nervously gulped Miyuki, ôwhat does this have to do with us?ö
Ranma released a deep breath, finding his center once again as he finished the story. ôSimple. I want to make certain you two donÆt repeat my mistakes, and confuse a momentary love for the realist and deepest type there is.ö
ôWe arenÆt,ö growled out Mikumo.
ôWe know this is true love, Father,ö stated Miyuki as formerly as she could.
Ranma shook his head. ôIÆm trying to talk, and you two just refuse to talk.ö Standing up, he placed his now empty cup on the counter, before starting to walk out, stopping at the doorway to face them once again. ôDonÆt claim to be an adult in anything if you canÆt act like it; children. That goes for matters of the heart as well.ö
The two simply stared at him, as if trying to drill holes through the space he had occupied.
ôHeÆs right, you know.ö
They turned to see their mother behind them, pulling another teapot out of the cabinets. ôHe wanted to have a calm discussion with you, and you two proved your heritage by being pigheaded and not even bothering to listen to him.ö
ôI thought you were on our side,ö yelled Miyuki.
ôI am,ö said Nabiki in a calm manner. ôBut I also want you guys to fully understand everything; something you both seem fearful about. Are you so uncertain of your love that youÆre afraid Ranma might prove it false?ö
ôWhatÆs that supposed to mean?ö glared Mikumo.
ôNabiki shook her head. ôIt means it doesnÆt matter if you two are in love or not. By refusing to test that, all it can ever be is simple infatuation. And all you two can be are scared children, unable to understand the very thing you claim to have.ö
She followed Ranma. ôI thought I raised you better than that. I thought I raised you to understand such things. I guess I failed in that.ö
The two could only stare at the doorway the two parents had left through, the anger they had from before fading as shame began to rear its ugly head.
ôI hate when this happens,ö they both muttered, before their heads hit the table.ö
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ôWhat is it?ö asked Ranma, sitting in the dojo, performing some high level meditation to get his mind under control.
ôWe came to ... talk,ö whispered Mikumo.
ôAre we going to actually talk, or are you just going to accuse me and your mother of not understanding you?ö he asked, eyes still closed.
ôWe want to talk,ö said Miyuki, a bit louder than Mikumo had been.
Sighing, Ranma opened his eyes, motioning for them to sit across from him. ôYou still want to talk, even knowing what itÆll be about?ö
ôWe can take it,ö stated Mikumo with absolute certainty.
ôWhy do you think this is true love?ö
The two looked at each other. ôBecause it fits perfectly the definition you gave us,ö said Mikumo.
ôI canÆt imagine my life without him, and when I try, it pains me,ö said Miyuki.
Ranma nodded. ôAnd are you sure of these feelings, that they just arenÆt exaggerations of the true forms?ö
The two nodded, still not looking away from the eyes of the other.
Ranma sighed. He wondered if he had been like that with Washu. He was certain they had had love. In fact, it had been the truest love he had ever known, aside from what he and Nabiki shared. It was also one of the things he and his second wife had discussed; what would he do if they did find a way to return to Nerima and when they had left from.
Standing up, Ranma walked over to them, snapping his fingers to get their attention. ôI want your words of honor, that if this love should fall, should you discover this path is not what should be, that you will not lose what you have now as family. Give me that, and I will give you my blessing.ö
The two could only nod, granting him the relief that it would not break up the family, before the hugged him for all they were worth.
Ranma looked across the dojo to the door, seeing Nabiki leaning against it, smiling.
It always made her happy when family got along.
He just hoped this didnÆt start her on wanting to try and find a girl ... or guy, if he chose that way ... for Chibi-Ranma.
After all, everyone should be allowed to find their own love.
They all deserved what he had never been allowed from his family and friends.