Hello,
Been a while huh? Blame real life for taking my muse away for a long time, as well as a promotion at my job that really screwed up my free time schedule. My apologies for basically turning into a lurker, but now I'm hoping to get back into writing shape now that my real life stuff is starting to settle down. That said, I do worry that I might be a bit rusty at this whole writing thing, so I'm hoping you folks here will be kind enough to look over this work and give your thoughts.
I fear that I'm missing some things, but am unsure. So whatever CC you have is appreciated. Thanks in advance.
Ghostface211
BTB, here are the previous chapters.
Ch. 1: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9046817/1/Random-Act-Of-Love
Ch. 2: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9046817/2/Random-Act-Of-Love
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[Pre-read once. Beta version.]
Ranma ½ was created by Rumiko Takahashi and distributed by Shounen Sunday Comics, Shogakukan, Kitty Animation, & Viz Media LLC.
Sekirei is created by Sakurako Gokurakuin and distributed by Young Gangan, Square Enix, Seven Arcs & Funimation Entertainment
No permission has been obtained from any of the copyright holders for the use of the characters and situations from these series. This work of fiction is not for profit and not intended to infringe on copyrighted intellectual property in any significant or harmful way. Should they, or any of their affiliates, request it this non-profit story will be taken off line as quickly as possible. Please support the official release.
Any original characters, however, are owned by me. If you steal them, I shall hunt you down and skewer your nuts. You want to use them? Just ask me first as I'll probably say yes.
Feedback is encouraged. That's why I write. Also for the cookies. And The Root Beer. The sweet, nectar-of-the-gods root beer.
Flames are pointless, as the author is a flaming retard.
...hold up, that's not what I meant. Uh, let's just start the story.
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Somewhere in Japan, a few days ago...
"And that's the last one."
With a sigh, the young construction worker sat with a flop on the ground. Wiping his brow, he idly cranked his neck and gave off a satified hiss at the sound of poping tendons and muscles. He was sore, but it was the soreness of a good hard day's work. Letting out another sigh, he got back onto his feet, ready to leave and get good and liquered up before heading home for the weekend.
"Excuse me sir?"
The nondescript man blinked and turned to find a young man giving him a sheepish grin. He was roughly his own age, probably a bit younger though. His clothing was rather faded looking and rough, with black singed pants, simple shoes, a yellow tunic and yellow bandanna with black spots. He hesitated a second before he got closer and asker, "Can you tell me how to get to Furinkan High School?"
"Huh?" the man replied as he was still recovering from this young man's sudden arrival.
"I need to get to Furinkan High School," the boy repeated, "It's very important. I have to meet someone there, so can you tell me where it is?"
The construction man pointed behind him as he stared at the boy warily, "It's like... five hours that way man. Why do you want to get to Furinkan?"
"It's...personal," the boy balled his fists and his expression was briefly less human, more bestial as his eyes focused on something else besides him and he revealed very pronounced canines in his futile attempt to fight his anger down, "I need to find someone...it's a matter of honor."
"You some sort of samurai or somethin' guy?" The man snarked before he shrugged. "Look ya might as well take the..."
He trailed off as the boy had mysteriously vanished without a trace. "The hell did he go?"
Meanwhile, the boy continued to walk in the opposite direction the man had pointed. A low growl escaped his lips as he continued to walk away from his destination, a burning determination in his eyes.
"Saotome Ranma," Ryouga Hibiki growled. "When I find you... I'm gonna kill you..."
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Ghostface211 presents...
A Ranma ½ - Sekirei Cross...
Random Act Of Love
Feather 3: Holy Rival-mony A.K.A. The chapter where Ghostface211 screws everything up.
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Today...
The birds outside the Tendo compound chirped softly in the mild dusk that was between the dwindling end of the night and the coming dawn of the new day. As if to prepare for their daily ritual to greet the warm sun as its rays streamed down upon the home to invigorate its inhabitants to greet the day. After a while, the chirping started to grow in volume; making Ranma stir. He sniffed for a moment; groaning as consiousness slowly came to him.
"Guuh..." he moaned intelligently, looking down at an odd weight on his chest. Blinking, he found his sekirei/wife/whatever Musubi sleeping soundly on his chest, and feeling one of her arms wrapped across his waist. She seemed to be dressed in something more conservative than what she was wearing the night before, but it still did little to conceal the swell of her impressive breasts. He frowned softly as a light blush graced the bridge of his nose. Looking to his left, he noted his pop asleep in his panda form. Sleeping as if he was dead to the world; Ranma sighed and quietly freed himself from Musubi's grasp.
"Ranma-san..." she muttered softly in her sleep as he stood up from his futon. She frowned softly, finding nothing but air as Ranma continued to look at her looking for his body. Ranma looked down at her and frowned, his actions just before bedtime returning. Blinking, he looked at Musubi's face before traveling down to her breasts and stared at them. His frown turned to a scowl as he brought a finger under his nose and grumbled irritably.
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She stared into the mirror at herself, completely nude and fresh from the bath; ready to jump into the furo. She posed in the mirror, looking at her reflection and down to her breasts and frowned. It had been a few days since he had arrived in Nerima and had that incident with Musubi.And what had happened that night still bothered her immensly.
'What the hell happened ta me that night?' She thought as she looked at her scowling reflection. Her scowl turned thoughtful as her mind replayed back what happened that night as well as what happened a little earlier before looking down to her chest again, staring intently at her two mounds and the nipples that topped them.
'''S not like I ain't seen a naked girl before,' she thought, a bit more used to this body. 'Why'd I react like that?' She held her arms out and twisted to the left and to the right, watching her breasts jiggle in the mirror and frowning as she could feel their weight moving her slightly more than she wanted; idly grumbling at how they'd interfere in a fight before bringing her mind back to the question at hand. '''S not like she's bigger than me,' she concluded.
Right...
She relaxed her arms and drew her hands to her breasts, gently handling them. 'And even though this feels kinda weird - Good, but weird, it still ain't causin' me ta spaz out like I did last night or almost did a second ago... So why the hell am-'
"Having fun there Ranma-kun?"
Ranma shreiked and nearly jumped as she snapped to her right; finding Nabiki giving her an amused smirk. "I.. I.. Waitaminit here! This ain't-"
"What it looks like?" Nabiki finished, smiling mirthly at her as she noted the other girls hands were... full. "Funny Saotome. 'Cuz the way I see it you were playing with your tits." She then shrugged and turned around, ignoring Ranma's face flushing beet red. "Not that I care or anything," she remarked as she made her way to the door. "Boys will be boys, no matter what body I guess."
"I SAID I WASN-!"
"I'll just wait outside 'til you're done," Nabiki continued as she left the bath before turning around with her right hand up, her index finger pointed upward. "This is on the house. Don't get too pinch happy, those are more sensitive than you think."
"Wait!" Ranma cried out as Nabiki turned around and went thougth the door, leaving her alone in the bathroom. The silence hung for another long moment before she grit her teeth and clenched her fists as she continued to flush. "Perfect start to th' day already," she mumbled.
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"What?" Ranma sighed as he turned to Akane who was giving him a slight disapproving look.
Akane shook her head and continued to move forward, "Nothin'."
"No it's somehtin'." Ranma grunted as he folded his arms under his chest. "Ya don't give someone that look and it's nothin... This about Musubi?"
"A little," Akane admitted. "It's just... I agree that she can't go to school but...," she trailed off in thought.
"But what?" Ranma asked when she didn't continue.
"But can't you.... I dunno... let her walk to school with us at least?" Akane frowned softly. "She just looked... she looked like a kicked puppy when we left."
"I know, I know," Ranma sighed as he unfolded his arms. "But what'cha want me to do? Ya saw how bad it was when we left. How ya think it's gonna be when she's gotta walk all th' way back home by herself? I bet she was like that yesterday, but worse."
"But she still went home," Akane pointed out.
Ranma sighed again, raking a hand through his hair, "I just... I don't wanna be th' bad guy here but I'm just thinkin' it'll be hard on her no matter what."
"You mean dealing with guys like Kuno-sempai?" Akane asked.
Ranma did not fail to notice the contempt that oozed out her voice as she spoke his name. "Eesh, is he really that bad? I mean he's an idiot with what you told me, but is he really that sleazy?"
"Did you forget how he was when Musubi followed us yesterday?" Akane asked.
"Clearly I've tried to wipe it from my mind," Ranma muttered before he tipped his head up in thought. "So he's the type that thinks all women belong ta him eh?"
"Yep," Akane nodded. "In all honesty we should probably give Musubi a soak in a waterfall just to make sure his perversions didn't contaminate her."
"Yech," Ranma sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Think I'll just be keepin' an eye on that dope after all."
KER-SPLASH!
"Not like that you will," Akane replied as the now female and red-haired Saotome heir simply turned to give her an irritated stare. "C'mon, let's make a side trip."
"Yep... today's gonna be a reaaaaaal good day," the redhead grumbled irritably as she followed behind the Tendo heir.
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Ranma's eyes narrowed into steel-blue slits and she stopped for a moment, eyeing the building before her. To many, the clinic before her would look as uninteresting as any small clinic in the greater Tokyo wards around her. Maybe a hair larger than many, but nothing to brag about. Then again, Ranma Saotome wasn't exactly a normal person.
Something was wrong.
There was something out of place here. She couldn't see it, hear it, smell it, or even feel the air of it moving. But she could feel it, inside, on the borders of her heightened senses. The Tofu clinic was home to something... unnatural. Something decidly forign to Ranma's senses. Almost... 'alien' if Ranma had to describe it. And he had no idea how to deal with it.
"Ranma?" Came Akane's voice as it pierced her thoughts. "Something wrong?"
Ranma frowned, "I dunno... It's just..."
"You don't want them finding out about your curse?" Akane finished.
"Something like that..." Ranma sighed as the two walked foward.
"Well don't worry," Akane replied in a slightly soothing tone. "We'll be in and out. I don't wanna be here any longer than we gotta be ok?"
"I figured," Ranma nodded, idly remembering Akane's own issues with the clinic's residents. "Th' sooner we're gone, the better right?"
"Right," Akane sighed out as she rang the doorbell. After a moment, the door opened to a smiling Miya Ono.
"Well hello Akane-san," Miya greeted as the two teenagers stood in the doorway of the clinic. "Is there something wrong with your ankle?"
"N-nothing's the matter Miya-san," Akane replied. "I just need to get something for my friend here before we go to school."
"I see," Miya nodded and gretted the redhead with a friendly smile. "And might I ask your name, dear?"
"Ran...ko." Ranma muttered, giving Misses Ono a wary gaze as the two girls entered the clinic.
Miya blinked at this, "Is something the matter, Ranko-san?"
"N-no," Ranma replied. "Just... just not a mornin' person is all."
"I see..." Miya muttered as Akane made her way towards the kitchen area gingerly.
"I'll be right back Ranko," She called out, causing Ranma to blink as her and Miya stood there.
"Are you new, Ranko-san?"
Ranma frowned, giving Miya a wary gaze, ."..Kinda."
"Have you known Akane-san very long?"
."..Kinda."
Miya blinked. "Is something the matter, Ranko-san?"
Ranma foded her arms under her breasts, ."..Nope."
Miya blinked again and the room settled into an awkward silence.
."..Can I ask ya somethin'?" Ranma asked suddenly.
Miya brightened. "Yes, Ranko-san."
"What are ya?"
Miya's blinked and her head then tilted and studied her guest anew.
"I mean... You're some kinda martial artist right?"
"Why yes, Ranko-san, I am," Miya said, her eyes only slighlty now losing their intensity but still remaining sharp.
"Yer husband... Tofu's one too right?"
"Yes, my husband is most skilled."
"Yea... but not like you are..." Ranma replied softly.
Miya held eye contact with Ranma for a moment before replying. "Not quite, no."
"He a student of yours?"
"No, he is not, though I am a student of his in this profession."
"Is that right?" Ranma replied softly.
"Uh... should we come back later?" Akane asked, startling Ranma a bit as she turned to see her accompanied with Dr. Tofu behind her.
"Hello there!" Tofu greeted with a polite smile. "Might I ask who you are, we haven't met alot of Akane-chan's friends around here."
."..Ranko," Ranma replied, still eyeing Miya warily.
"A pleasure Ranko-san," Tofu greeted with a nod. "I see you're being friendly with my wife, Miya here."
"Yeah... interestin' wife ya got there doc..."
"Isn't she just?" Tofu asked, a wide grin crossign his face. "Would you belive that when we met she could barely tell a bedpan from a skillet? Now she's one of the top nusremaids in all of Nerima! Far better than I probably deserve!"
"You... you mentioned that last night,doc." Ranma supplied.
Tofu blinked, eyeing the redhead before him curiously. "I did?"
Ranma wanted to slap herself, "Ah.. .what I mean... ya see-"
"You mentioned that to Ranma, Tofu-sensei," Akane cut in suddenly. "Ranko-chan is Ranma's little sister. Right Ranko-chan?" she turned and gave Ranma a hard stare, and Ranma quicklu followed suit.
"Yeah that's right, I'm Saotome Ranko. Ranma's lil' sister."
"Oh, I see," Tofu nodded. "So what else did Ranma-kun tell you about me and my lovely wife?"
"Not much... kinda distracted by 'Kane an' Musubi..." Ranma replied. "Look, uh... can I get that cup from ya? I kinda need it."
"Oh right," Tofu nodded and handed the glass to Ranma.
"Thanks doc," Ranma nodded in thanks then turned to the door. "Let's get goin' Akane."
"Yeah," she muttered under her breath, here eyes lowered as she quickly made her way from Tofu. "See ya Tofu-sensei."
"Oh wait, Akane," Tofu called out. "You don't need to-"
Tofu's words were cut off as Akane's lowered head hid her eyes to the fact that she had quickly caught up to Ranma. A little to fast for her to notice as she crashed into the readhead's back, sending the girls into the floor and the glass into the air...
Landing right atop the young man's head.
"Oh... wow...." Tofu muttered as his wife made her way to his side, her hand covering her mouth in surprise.
Ranma simply gave a defeated sigh, raking a hand through his hair as Akane tried to quickly get back to her feet. "Somehow... I'm not surprised."
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Later...
"Well now," Tofu sighed as he idly scratched his head. "Confirming a legend is real is one interesting way to start the morning."
"I will admit I would have never imagined to see a girl turn into a boy with the switch of water temprature." Miya said as she handed her husband a cup of coffee. "But what do you mean by legend, dear?"
Tofu gave a light chuckle at that. "I think I'll have to ask Ranma-kun for more about Jusenkyo since he's been there. All I've heard is old stories and rumors from books. One of my more esentric masters always wanted to see if it was real. Said he'd try to make a wife out of some animal if he got the chance."
At Miya's raised eyebrow, Tofu shrugged. "Eh, he was a great teacher, but he had his moments of craziness."
"Craziness that might have been certified." Miya countered.
"Touche," Tofu nodded as he took a sip from his mug. He allowed himself to savor the flavor for a moment before he continued. "So Miya... did something happen between you and Ranma-kun before I arrived?"
"Eh?" Miya blinked. "Why do you ask?"
"Well... you seemed a bit pensive when Akane and I got downstairs," Touf began as he set his mug down. "Not to mention, you've been flexing your knuckles for a while."
"And?"
"And... you only do that when you're thinking about those unpleasant parts of your past," Tofu finished. "So as your beloved husband I have to ask; what would make the mother of my son think about those days?"
Miya sighed and leaned into her husband, taking comfort as he instintivly wrapped his arms around her. After a moment of silence, she responded. "After Akane-san left... he asked me what I was."
"I see..."
"That boy... he's quite perceptive." Miya got out with a shake of her head.
Tofu nodded, "Well... I suppose when you're at the level of martial artist he is, your strength is something you can't really hide is it?"
"His level?" Miya asked.
"Oh yes... when a marital artist advances far enough to get in touch with their surroundings they can sense things that are a danger to them."
"So he-"
"He sensed your power," Tofu surmised as he cut Miya off before she could respond. "But he has yet to get to know you. To understand why you're how you are my darling." Tofu gave his wife a warm smile, and she smiled back in turn. "Just give the boy some time, ok? He'll understand that your power is a part of you, but it doesn't define you."
"Right," Miya replied. Her smile grew as she leaned up and gave her husband a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you Tofu."
"Just doin' my job as your doting husband," Tofu replied with a slight chuckle. A slight wail reached the Ono couple's ears, and Tofu sighed slightly. "Now it's time for us to do our job as doting parents it seems."
"I suppose it is at that," Miya replied as her smile reached her ears. A slight thump caught her ears and she gave Tofu a small giggle. "I suggest we hurry before Mother has all the fun."
"I do belive you're right," Tofu nodded in agreement as the wrapped and arm around his wife's waist; leading them to their son's bedroom.
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Been a while huh? Blame real life for taking my muse away for a long time, as well as a promotion at my job that really screwed up my free time schedule. My apologies for basically turning into a lurker, but now I'm hoping to get back into writing shape now that my real life stuff is starting to settle down. That said, I do worry that I might be a bit rusty at this whole writing thing, so I'm hoping you folks here will be kind enough to look over this work and give your thoughts.
I fear that I'm missing some things, but am unsure. So whatever CC you have is appreciated. Thanks in advance.
Ghostface211
BTB, here are the previous chapters.
Ch. 1: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9046817/1/Random-Act-Of-Love
Ch. 2: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9046817/2/Random-Act-Of-Love
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[Pre-read once. Beta version.]
Ranma ½ was created by Rumiko Takahashi and distributed by Shounen Sunday Comics, Shogakukan, Kitty Animation, & Viz Media LLC.
Sekirei is created by Sakurako Gokurakuin and distributed by Young Gangan, Square Enix, Seven Arcs & Funimation Entertainment
No permission has been obtained from any of the copyright holders for the use of the characters and situations from these series. This work of fiction is not for profit and not intended to infringe on copyrighted intellectual property in any significant or harmful way. Should they, or any of their affiliates, request it this non-profit story will be taken off line as quickly as possible. Please support the official release.
Any original characters, however, are owned by me. If you steal them, I shall hunt you down and skewer your nuts. You want to use them? Just ask me first as I'll probably say yes.
Feedback is encouraged. That's why I write. Also for the cookies. And The Root Beer. The sweet, nectar-of-the-gods root beer.
Flames are pointless, as the author is a flaming retard.
...hold up, that's not what I meant. Uh, let's just start the story.
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Somewhere in Japan, a few days ago...
"And that's the last one."
With a sigh, the young construction worker sat with a flop on the ground. Wiping his brow, he idly cranked his neck and gave off a satified hiss at the sound of poping tendons and muscles. He was sore, but it was the soreness of a good hard day's work. Letting out another sigh, he got back onto his feet, ready to leave and get good and liquered up before heading home for the weekend.
"Excuse me sir?"
The nondescript man blinked and turned to find a young man giving him a sheepish grin. He was roughly his own age, probably a bit younger though. His clothing was rather faded looking and rough, with black singed pants, simple shoes, a yellow tunic and yellow bandanna with black spots. He hesitated a second before he got closer and asker, "Can you tell me how to get to Furinkan High School?"
"Huh?" the man replied as he was still recovering from this young man's sudden arrival.
"I need to get to Furinkan High School," the boy repeated, "It's very important. I have to meet someone there, so can you tell me where it is?"
The construction man pointed behind him as he stared at the boy warily, "It's like... five hours that way man. Why do you want to get to Furinkan?"
"It's...personal," the boy balled his fists and his expression was briefly less human, more bestial as his eyes focused on something else besides him and he revealed very pronounced canines in his futile attempt to fight his anger down, "I need to find someone...it's a matter of honor."
"You some sort of samurai or somethin' guy?" The man snarked before he shrugged. "Look ya might as well take the..."
He trailed off as the boy had mysteriously vanished without a trace. "The hell did he go?"
Meanwhile, the boy continued to walk in the opposite direction the man had pointed. A low growl escaped his lips as he continued to walk away from his destination, a burning determination in his eyes.
"Saotome Ranma," Ryouga Hibiki growled. "When I find you... I'm gonna kill you..."
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Ghostface211 presents...
A Ranma ½ - Sekirei Cross...
Random Act Of Love
Feather 3: Holy Rival-mony A.K.A. The chapter where Ghostface211 screws everything up.
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Today...
The birds outside the Tendo compound chirped softly in the mild dusk that was between the dwindling end of the night and the coming dawn of the new day. As if to prepare for their daily ritual to greet the warm sun as its rays streamed down upon the home to invigorate its inhabitants to greet the day. After a while, the chirping started to grow in volume; making Ranma stir. He sniffed for a moment; groaning as consiousness slowly came to him.
"Guuh..." he moaned intelligently, looking down at an odd weight on his chest. Blinking, he found his sekirei/wife/whatever Musubi sleeping soundly on his chest, and feeling one of her arms wrapped across his waist. She seemed to be dressed in something more conservative than what she was wearing the night before, but it still did little to conceal the swell of her impressive breasts. He frowned softly as a light blush graced the bridge of his nose. Looking to his left, he noted his pop asleep in his panda form. Sleeping as if he was dead to the world; Ranma sighed and quietly freed himself from Musubi's grasp.
"Ranma-san..." she muttered softly in her sleep as he stood up from his futon. She frowned softly, finding nothing but air as Ranma continued to look at her looking for his body. Ranma looked down at her and frowned, his actions just before bedtime returning. Blinking, he looked at Musubi's face before traveling down to her breasts and stared at them. His frown turned to a scowl as he brought a finger under his nose and grumbled irritably.
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She stared into the mirror at herself, completely nude and fresh from the bath; ready to jump into the furo. She posed in the mirror, looking at her reflection and down to her breasts and frowned. It had been a few days since he had arrived in Nerima and had that incident with Musubi.And what had happened that night still bothered her immensly.
'What the hell happened ta me that night?' She thought as she looked at her scowling reflection. Her scowl turned thoughtful as her mind replayed back what happened that night as well as what happened a little earlier before looking down to her chest again, staring intently at her two mounds and the nipples that topped them.
'''S not like I ain't seen a naked girl before,' she thought, a bit more used to this body. 'Why'd I react like that?' She held her arms out and twisted to the left and to the right, watching her breasts jiggle in the mirror and frowning as she could feel their weight moving her slightly more than she wanted; idly grumbling at how they'd interfere in a fight before bringing her mind back to the question at hand. '''S not like she's bigger than me,' she concluded.
Right...
She relaxed her arms and drew her hands to her breasts, gently handling them. 'And even though this feels kinda weird - Good, but weird, it still ain't causin' me ta spaz out like I did last night or almost did a second ago... So why the hell am-'
"Having fun there Ranma-kun?"
Ranma shreiked and nearly jumped as she snapped to her right; finding Nabiki giving her an amused smirk. "I.. I.. Waitaminit here! This ain't-"
"What it looks like?" Nabiki finished, smiling mirthly at her as she noted the other girls hands were... full. "Funny Saotome. 'Cuz the way I see it you were playing with your tits." She then shrugged and turned around, ignoring Ranma's face flushing beet red. "Not that I care or anything," she remarked as she made her way to the door. "Boys will be boys, no matter what body I guess."
"I SAID I WASN-!"
"I'll just wait outside 'til you're done," Nabiki continued as she left the bath before turning around with her right hand up, her index finger pointed upward. "This is on the house. Don't get too pinch happy, those are more sensitive than you think."
"Wait!" Ranma cried out as Nabiki turned around and went thougth the door, leaving her alone in the bathroom. The silence hung for another long moment before she grit her teeth and clenched her fists as she continued to flush. "Perfect start to th' day already," she mumbled.
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"What?" Ranma sighed as he turned to Akane who was giving him a slight disapproving look.
Akane shook her head and continued to move forward, "Nothin'."
"No it's somehtin'." Ranma grunted as he folded his arms under his chest. "Ya don't give someone that look and it's nothin... This about Musubi?"
"A little," Akane admitted. "It's just... I agree that she can't go to school but...," she trailed off in thought.
"But what?" Ranma asked when she didn't continue.
"But can't you.... I dunno... let her walk to school with us at least?" Akane frowned softly. "She just looked... she looked like a kicked puppy when we left."
"I know, I know," Ranma sighed as he unfolded his arms. "But what'cha want me to do? Ya saw how bad it was when we left. How ya think it's gonna be when she's gotta walk all th' way back home by herself? I bet she was like that yesterday, but worse."
"But she still went home," Akane pointed out.
Ranma sighed again, raking a hand through his hair, "I just... I don't wanna be th' bad guy here but I'm just thinkin' it'll be hard on her no matter what."
"You mean dealing with guys like Kuno-sempai?" Akane asked.
Ranma did not fail to notice the contempt that oozed out her voice as she spoke his name. "Eesh, is he really that bad? I mean he's an idiot with what you told me, but is he really that sleazy?"
"Did you forget how he was when Musubi followed us yesterday?" Akane asked.
"Clearly I've tried to wipe it from my mind," Ranma muttered before he tipped his head up in thought. "So he's the type that thinks all women belong ta him eh?"
"Yep," Akane nodded. "In all honesty we should probably give Musubi a soak in a waterfall just to make sure his perversions didn't contaminate her."
"Yech," Ranma sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Think I'll just be keepin' an eye on that dope after all."
KER-SPLASH!
"Not like that you will," Akane replied as the now female and red-haired Saotome heir simply turned to give her an irritated stare. "C'mon, let's make a side trip."
"Yep... today's gonna be a reaaaaaal good day," the redhead grumbled irritably as she followed behind the Tendo heir.
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Ranma's eyes narrowed into steel-blue slits and she stopped for a moment, eyeing the building before her. To many, the clinic before her would look as uninteresting as any small clinic in the greater Tokyo wards around her. Maybe a hair larger than many, but nothing to brag about. Then again, Ranma Saotome wasn't exactly a normal person.
Something was wrong.
There was something out of place here. She couldn't see it, hear it, smell it, or even feel the air of it moving. But she could feel it, inside, on the borders of her heightened senses. The Tofu clinic was home to something... unnatural. Something decidly forign to Ranma's senses. Almost... 'alien' if Ranma had to describe it. And he had no idea how to deal with it.
"Ranma?" Came Akane's voice as it pierced her thoughts. "Something wrong?"
Ranma frowned, "I dunno... It's just..."
"You don't want them finding out about your curse?" Akane finished.
"Something like that..." Ranma sighed as the two walked foward.
"Well don't worry," Akane replied in a slightly soothing tone. "We'll be in and out. I don't wanna be here any longer than we gotta be ok?"
"I figured," Ranma nodded, idly remembering Akane's own issues with the clinic's residents. "Th' sooner we're gone, the better right?"
"Right," Akane sighed out as she rang the doorbell. After a moment, the door opened to a smiling Miya Ono.
"Well hello Akane-san," Miya greeted as the two teenagers stood in the doorway of the clinic. "Is there something wrong with your ankle?"
"N-nothing's the matter Miya-san," Akane replied. "I just need to get something for my friend here before we go to school."
"I see," Miya nodded and gretted the redhead with a friendly smile. "And might I ask your name, dear?"
"Ran...ko." Ranma muttered, giving Misses Ono a wary gaze as the two girls entered the clinic.
Miya blinked at this, "Is something the matter, Ranko-san?"
"N-no," Ranma replied. "Just... just not a mornin' person is all."
"I see..." Miya muttered as Akane made her way towards the kitchen area gingerly.
"I'll be right back Ranko," She called out, causing Ranma to blink as her and Miya stood there.
"Are you new, Ranko-san?"
Ranma frowned, giving Miya a wary gaze, ."..Kinda."
"Have you known Akane-san very long?"
."..Kinda."
Miya blinked. "Is something the matter, Ranko-san?"
Ranma foded her arms under her breasts, ."..Nope."
Miya blinked again and the room settled into an awkward silence.
."..Can I ask ya somethin'?" Ranma asked suddenly.
Miya brightened. "Yes, Ranko-san."
"What are ya?"
Miya's blinked and her head then tilted and studied her guest anew.
"I mean... You're some kinda martial artist right?"
"Why yes, Ranko-san, I am," Miya said, her eyes only slighlty now losing their intensity but still remaining sharp.
"Yer husband... Tofu's one too right?"
"Yes, my husband is most skilled."
"Yea... but not like you are..." Ranma replied softly.
Miya held eye contact with Ranma for a moment before replying. "Not quite, no."
"He a student of yours?"
"No, he is not, though I am a student of his in this profession."
"Is that right?" Ranma replied softly.
"Uh... should we come back later?" Akane asked, startling Ranma a bit as she turned to see her accompanied with Dr. Tofu behind her.
"Hello there!" Tofu greeted with a polite smile. "Might I ask who you are, we haven't met alot of Akane-chan's friends around here."
."..Ranko," Ranma replied, still eyeing Miya warily.
"A pleasure Ranko-san," Tofu greeted with a nod. "I see you're being friendly with my wife, Miya here."
"Yeah... interestin' wife ya got there doc..."
"Isn't she just?" Tofu asked, a wide grin crossign his face. "Would you belive that when we met she could barely tell a bedpan from a skillet? Now she's one of the top nusremaids in all of Nerima! Far better than I probably deserve!"
"You... you mentioned that last night,doc." Ranma supplied.
Tofu blinked, eyeing the redhead before him curiously. "I did?"
Ranma wanted to slap herself, "Ah.. .what I mean... ya see-"
"You mentioned that to Ranma, Tofu-sensei," Akane cut in suddenly. "Ranko-chan is Ranma's little sister. Right Ranko-chan?" she turned and gave Ranma a hard stare, and Ranma quicklu followed suit.
"Yeah that's right, I'm Saotome Ranko. Ranma's lil' sister."
"Oh, I see," Tofu nodded. "So what else did Ranma-kun tell you about me and my lovely wife?"
"Not much... kinda distracted by 'Kane an' Musubi..." Ranma replied. "Look, uh... can I get that cup from ya? I kinda need it."
"Oh right," Tofu nodded and handed the glass to Ranma.
"Thanks doc," Ranma nodded in thanks then turned to the door. "Let's get goin' Akane."
"Yeah," she muttered under her breath, here eyes lowered as she quickly made her way from Tofu. "See ya Tofu-sensei."
"Oh wait, Akane," Tofu called out. "You don't need to-"
Tofu's words were cut off as Akane's lowered head hid her eyes to the fact that she had quickly caught up to Ranma. A little to fast for her to notice as she crashed into the readhead's back, sending the girls into the floor and the glass into the air...
Landing right atop the young man's head.
"Oh... wow...." Tofu muttered as his wife made her way to his side, her hand covering her mouth in surprise.
Ranma simply gave a defeated sigh, raking a hand through his hair as Akane tried to quickly get back to her feet. "Somehow... I'm not surprised."
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Later...
"Well now," Tofu sighed as he idly scratched his head. "Confirming a legend is real is one interesting way to start the morning."
"I will admit I would have never imagined to see a girl turn into a boy with the switch of water temprature." Miya said as she handed her husband a cup of coffee. "But what do you mean by legend, dear?"
Tofu gave a light chuckle at that. "I think I'll have to ask Ranma-kun for more about Jusenkyo since he's been there. All I've heard is old stories and rumors from books. One of my more esentric masters always wanted to see if it was real. Said he'd try to make a wife out of some animal if he got the chance."
At Miya's raised eyebrow, Tofu shrugged. "Eh, he was a great teacher, but he had his moments of craziness."
"Craziness that might have been certified." Miya countered.
"Touche," Tofu nodded as he took a sip from his mug. He allowed himself to savor the flavor for a moment before he continued. "So Miya... did something happen between you and Ranma-kun before I arrived?"
"Eh?" Miya blinked. "Why do you ask?"
"Well... you seemed a bit pensive when Akane and I got downstairs," Touf began as he set his mug down. "Not to mention, you've been flexing your knuckles for a while."
"And?"
"And... you only do that when you're thinking about those unpleasant parts of your past," Tofu finished. "So as your beloved husband I have to ask; what would make the mother of my son think about those days?"
Miya sighed and leaned into her husband, taking comfort as he instintivly wrapped his arms around her. After a moment of silence, she responded. "After Akane-san left... he asked me what I was."
"I see..."
"That boy... he's quite perceptive." Miya got out with a shake of her head.
Tofu nodded, "Well... I suppose when you're at the level of martial artist he is, your strength is something you can't really hide is it?"
"His level?" Miya asked.
"Oh yes... when a marital artist advances far enough to get in touch with their surroundings they can sense things that are a danger to them."
"So he-"
"He sensed your power," Tofu surmised as he cut Miya off before she could respond. "But he has yet to get to know you. To understand why you're how you are my darling." Tofu gave his wife a warm smile, and she smiled back in turn. "Just give the boy some time, ok? He'll understand that your power is a part of you, but it doesn't define you."
"Right," Miya replied. Her smile grew as she leaned up and gave her husband a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you Tofu."
"Just doin' my job as your doting husband," Tofu replied with a slight chuckle. A slight wail reached the Ono couple's ears, and Tofu sighed slightly. "Now it's time for us to do our job as doting parents it seems."
"I suppose it is at that," Miya replied as her smile reached her ears. A slight thump caught her ears and she gave Tofu a small giggle. "I suggest we hurry before Mother has all the fun."
"I do belive you're right," Tofu nodded in agreement as the wrapped and arm around his wife's waist; leading them to their son's bedroom.
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