Hello,
Been a while huh?
...Again.
I guess this is gonna be a thing with me now huh? Well, I did get rather busy with real life again. Went back to school, things got chaotic at my job, and so many games that came out I kinda lost time to sit down and write stuff. It's calmed down a bit now so I'm going to try to finish this chapter of Random Act of Love soon. Fair warning as the chapter is super-duper rough. Little to no spell-checking and all. I'm just posting to show I'm still writing and to get a feel for the progress so far. Is not to late for ya'll to give me your two cents. So whatever CC you have is appreciated. Thanks in advance.
Ghostface211
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Musubi was in her nirvana.
Before her eyes a balding, heavyset man wearing a head wrap and a faded, dingy gi was going at it full-bore with a young boy dressed in white gi that was a bit more pristine in comparison, the furious kicks and blows being exchanged at lightning speeds as the two bounded all across the yard as though their legs were spring-loaded. Strangely enough they seemed to be engaged in what sounded like almost cheerful banter back and forth, trading insults as though this were nothing unusual for the both of them, and neither one doing serious damage to the other.
"Look at you, boy!" Genma taunted as a smirk crossed his lips. "Barely a month here and you're slowing down! You gettin' soft or are you slowin' down for the ailen to learn something?!"
Rana snorted at his father, a smirk of his own forming on his face. "What're ya talkin' 'bout, ya ol' fart?" the boy snapped back, "I ain't showin' off for Musubi, I'm tryin' ta get a decent work out from you for once!" His smirk grew, "'Course if you wanna go back to sleep that bad, just stop running 'round and I'll put ya to sleep good an' quick!"
"We'll see about that boy!" Genma cried as he charded his son.
Off to the side, Musubi continued to watch with a bit of a star-struck look in her eye. In spite of the swelling admaration she felt for her ashikabi/sensei she was taking serious notice of the way the two men fought, of the way they controlled their speed and power so that the blows that were almost blindingly quick looked almost as though they were just casually tossed about as if moving much slower than they might do at full out. The way they'd leap high into the air and almost appear to be hovering there for several furious seconds came close to defying the laws of known physics. Yet in spite of such super-human displays of strenght and skill there was never a wasted motion between the two of them. And through her developing eye was still relativly new, even she could see the Saotome Ryuu practioners were always caulating the next step or three ahead of whatever move they were executing.
Strength, Speed, Skill, Dicipline, and Taticts. This is what Ranma called The Art.
It set her heart aflutter at the thought.
She was sitting on the engawa atchign the spar before her, idly trowing a punch or two at the side lest her energy completly overwhelm her. Ranma had told her at the start to simply watch when he spared in the morning with his father, and she slowly began to see why her ashikabi had instructed her to do so. To show her what could potentially be her future. The level that she could attain... no, WOULD attain at his guiding hands.
Once again, she considered herself very lucky that Ranma was her ashikabi.
A resounding splash drew her attention back to the fighters. Ranma smirked, crossign his arms over his chest. "Sloppy as ever, eh ya ol' fart?" The pigtailed martial artist took a leap back as a huge black-and-white form came lunging out from the koi pond, causing the aqua transexual's smirk to grow at his father turned panda hard glare.
"Hah, what's the matter, pops?" the pig-tailed boy sneered as he effortlessly dodged the clawed swipes of the panda, "I thought you'd happy ta take a lil' bath in the morning!"
The comment simply enraged the panda further as he charged his son with an increased flurry of clawed swips that his son effortlessly dodged. The panda reared back and and in doing so he made the mistake of leaving himself wide open so that a glancing kick from his son sent him sprawling back into the koi pond.
"An' that's that," Ranma said cockily as he dusted off his hands. "I'll be sure ta tell Kasumi to get your bamboo ready for ya this mornin'." He gave a small chuckle and turned to Musubi, "Well, shows over Mu-"
There was a sudden, slightly awkward, pause.
Musubi's eyes were wide as she stood a way from the engawa in a boxing stance. She was swaying lightly on her feet, and throwing quick light jabs at an imaginary opponent. A determined smile was on her face as she continued with her imaginary battle. Anticipation and excitement flodded her body just at the thought of her potential growth at Ranma's hands and the sekirei could no longer help herself as she launched herself into her shadow boxing. After launchign a flurry of lefts and rights that ended with a quick uppercut she let out a breath and turned to find Ranma staring at her, a light blush on his face.
Musubi's smile brightened as she spotted her ashikabi's stare and she all but bounded towards him, "Ah, Ranma-san! Are you and pops finished?" Ranma was silent at Musubi's question, continuing to stare at the sekirei in stunned silence. Musubi blinked and waived a hand in front of his face, "Ummm... Ranma-san?
Ranma shook his head and gave Musubi a shakey smile, "Ah y-yeah! Yeah, we're done here!"
"Oh good!" Musubi's smile brightened further. "So is it my turn?"
"Sorry but no..." Ranma muttered, idly scratching his cheek. "I gotta get ready for school soon, so I gotta take a bath."
Musubi's smile dimmed at that, "Oh..." she muttered.
Ranma sighed, rubbing the back of his head as his sekirei pouted and ignored his father passing them to get back into the Tendo home. "Yeah... um... ok I..."
"Can I at least go with you to school today?" Musubi asked. "I promise I'll come right back. Please?"
Rama swalowed a bit as he looked down at her face, and let out a sigh. "...Ok fine..."
Musubi ears perked at his words, "Really?"
"So long as ya don't fight anyone it's ok am I clear?"
"Yes Ranma-san!" Musubi nodded as her smile bightened agan and she gave Ranma a quick hug. "Thank you sooooo much Ranma-san!"
"Okgreatigottagotakethatbathnowseeya!" Ranma blurted out as he dased back into the home.
Muusbi looked back at Ranma's vanishing form, blinking in confusion. "Ranma-san?" She stared for a moment longer before she shrugged. She had to get ready herself after all.
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Ghostface211 presents...
A Ranma ½ - Sekirei Cross...
Random Act Of Love
Feather 4: Shy Eyes, Warm Hearts
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"Oh man..." Ranma sighed as he studied the roof of the bathroom, laying back in the furo with a contemplative look on his face; thinking of ways in which he might deal with the growing conundrum of his sekirei and student Musubi. "'The hell am I gonns do about her? I ain't no good at this stuff...why can't I keep it together when she...?"
He sighed as he silenced that thought. In truth he was confused because this was a level of sparring for which he had no training. Dealing with Pops? Old Hat. In all honesty, he felt as though he had surpassed the Old Goat a while back.
Musubi's praise? Great as usual but it didn't affect him like this. She was his student after all and despite her tremendous potential and nice growth; her showing the proper respect for her sensei was to be expected.
And then she smiled.
It wasn't one of her usual friendly smiles. Nor was it a smile of confidence that he's seen grace her face in battle. Maybe it was the way the risign sun framed her face. Or maybe it was a sign of his own feelings but at that smile.... a smile filled with quiet contentment. A smile smile filled with unspoken joy transformed her from a cute girl to an incredibly beautiful woman.
A beauty so intense that it hreatened to shut Ranma's brain down.
And holy crap, was she getting harder and harder for the pigtailed martial artist to keep his emotions in check dealing with her. "Damn it..." he muttered irritably before dunking his head under the warter. After a moment of soaking he came up for air, a determined frown on his face. "Hookay... remember she's your student. She's a friend. She's only your wife when dealing with pops."
That said he rose from the tub and began drying himself off. "Ignore her smile," he muttered to himself. "Ignore her cute brown eyes... ignore all that Ranma.... she's your student. Your student!" He sighed again as he neared the changing room door, "Easier said than done though..."
"Ranma-san? Are you done yet?"
Ranma let out a small squeak of surprise before letting out an irritated snort. Stupid of him to get all surprised by Musubi at the door. At least she wasn't barging in on his baths anymore. "Just about. Is breakfast ready?"
"Yes. But about that..." Her pause caused Ranma to give a curious look as he began to dress. "Ranma-san, can I ask you something?"
"Yeah, go 'head. 'Sup?"
"Well... what do you do when your rival is at your table waiting for breakfast? Is it rude to fight him before breakfast or do you fight him before breaksfast to make the meal taste better?"
Ranma blinked at the question, "Well that's... oddly spific. Why ask me Musubi?"
"Becasue Ryouga-san is downstairs waiting eiter for you or for breakfast. He didn't tell me what he was here more for though."
"Oh I see," Ranma nodded as he finished putting on his shirt. He paused before he turned towards the door again, "Wait, what?!"
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Last Night...
The Tendo compund was still. The odd sounds of a dog's howl or a stray cat's mewling in the clear moonlight non-withstanding, the home of the Tendo clan was as still as it ever was. Her many inhabitants were sound asleep, resting in preperation for another chaotic day.
*creak*
Well... all except for one uninvited guest.
Ryouga Hibiki was all but cackling like a madman at the recent developments this day had brought him. In spite of his accuresed rival's best attempts, he had managed to keep a low enough profile to finally bring the pigtailed blight that was one Saotome Ranma to his long overdue justice. It even seemed as though fate herself was smiling down upon him, having been able to transform himself from his cursed form and make his way to the pigtailed bastard's room without getting himself lost!
He stopped that line of thought as quickly as it came. Best not to tempt fate when he was so close to his destination. Smiling darkly, Ryouga quickly made his way to the guest room, shoving the door and finding his rival sleeping soundly beside the very panda that had stunned him long enough to cause the red-haired girl to knock him into the srping that had changed everything. He idly wondered why the panda was here with Ranma but disregarded it as irrrelevant.
It was time for justice to be served.
For a moment he did nothing but listen to the sound of his rival's breathing. He intened to keep it in his memories since it would be the last time he would do such a thing. Cracking his knuckles, His grin widen to show off his pronounced fangs and casuing him to look more like a vengeful demon more than a young wander. 'Time to die, Saotome Ranma!' He thought as he cocked his fist back and shot foward like a cannon...
Only to stop mere inches from his rival's face, as he realized that his rival was not sleeping alone.
The girl he had encountered earlier that day... the one who was apparently Ranma's student... was sleeping with her teacher. Her head resting on his chest. Her warm brown eyes were closed peacefully, and her ear lay directly over his heart. The covers of the futon had sliped off the couple revealing Muusbi's smooth, toned legs. Her new pajama top scrunched up to reveal her panties that almost seemed to be painted on her bottom.
Ryouga drank in the sight of Ranma's sekirei, raising up slightly and standing ramrod straight. He uncurled his fist as his hands dangled limply at his sides. He was tranquil for a moment, staring out into space when...
-SPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH-
Like a volcano, Ryouga's nose exploded in an eruption of blood as he passed out and landed hard onto the floor. Leaving the Tendo compound enveloped in a peacefull silence once more.
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That morning...
Ryouga slowly opened his eyes and sat up, blinking slowly and tenderly rubbing his head as he came back to cognizance. He looked around and saw that he was apparently in an unfamilar room, the bits of sunlight peeking into the room the only clue he had that it was morning. "Where the heck am I?" Ryouga muttered, idly scratching the back of his head. "The last thing I remember is..." he trailed off, his nose twitching idly as his plan for vengance was derailed by the lively young woman who was sleeping with the bane of his existance.
Figures... Saotome would hide behind a girl in any situation he could.
Ryouga sighed as he turned to see Ranma and Musubi still asleep, before he turned around so fast he almost gave himself whiplash. As much of a golden oppertunity this was, guarenteed victory was still out of his reach so long as Saotome's womanly shield was there. He couldn't trust himself to hold out long enough to end his rival once and for all before falling victim to the femenine charms of Musubi.
Still... it looked like the bastard would be staying here for a while. There'd be more oppertunities.
With that thought giving the lost boy a small nugget of comfort, he rose quietly and began making his way out of the Tendo guest room. He idly grabbed his backpack near the door, wondering to himself when it had got there before chalking it up to a minor consolation prize from the heavens. Collecting his most treasured item, he opened the door and looked around. Confirming that the coat was clear, he nodded to himself and began to make his way out.
"Oh my... who might you be?"
Ryouga paused and turned to fine the confused brown eyes of Kasumi Tendo looking back into his own surprised dark brown hues. "Uuuuhhh..." Ryouga replied intelligently.
"You wouldn't be a robber by any chance?" Kasumi asked. ""If so I-"
"Nonononono!" Ryouga cut the eldest Tendo daughter off suddenly, waiving his arms in denial. "I'm a... I'm a-"
"Or are you just...?" Kasumi sighed out. "I wouldn't want to wake up Akane-chan early to accidently murder someone down on his luck..." Ryouga gave Kasumi an odd look that she missed. "I have an idea. Would you like to help me for a moment?"
"...eh?" Ryouga wispered.
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Now...
"And so..." Ryouga muttered as he glared at Ranma. "I've waited all this time. Setting the table, sitting here patiently, and all for this moment..." At that, the Lost Boy rose and gave his rival a fierce snarl. "This moment where I finally-!"
"Wow, this food is great as usual Kasumi-san!" Musubi chirped as she ate ferosiously.
"Why thank you, Musubi-chan." Kasumi replied.
"Uh...." Ryouga muttered.
"No kidding, sis." Akane chirped. "I've still got a ways to go before I can match you though..." she sighed out.
"That's an understatement..." Nabiki muttered.
"Did you say something Nabiki?"
"Not at all, Akane-chan." Nabiki replied, a small smirk on her face.
"Hey... uh.. you guys..." Ryouga muttered.
"I stil can't belive you actually eat that stuff pops," Ranma muttered as his father-turned-panda dug into the plate of bamboo shoots Kasumi had somehow prepared effortlessly.
-Don't knock it 'till you've tried it boy.- The panda's sign retorted.
"Guys..." Ryouga growled.
"In any case..." Soun muttered as he cleared his throat. "There's still a matter that needs to be adressed."
"And that is father?" Kasumi asked.
"The fact that Musubi over here," he emphizised by pointing at Ranma's sekirei. "Is sneaking into the bed of a man who's already promised to!"
"Excuse me..." Ryouga growled again.
"Oh great, we're back to this again." Nabiki muttered.
"Yes we're back to this again!" Soun shouted. "What this young woman is doing in this house is ill appropiate and shameful! Akane, I though you told me you had it under control!"
"I thought so to," Akane sighed as she turned to Musubi. "Musubi-chan, I know you're Ranma's wife and all-"
"No she's not!" Soun cried.
Akane sighed at her father's outburst and continued. "But you gotta understand that Ranma and I are doing this for a reason."
Musubi frowned, "But I thought it was ok for a husband and wife to sleep together."
"And you're right," Akane nodded. "But while you're living here you gotta follow dad's rules. Otherwise this happens."
Musubi pouted, "But Ranma-san is such a comfy pillow."
"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that." Ranma muttered, a flash of red on his cheeks.
"Hey-!" Ryouga began.
"GUWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" Soun bellowed out as a menacing aura surrouned him "SAAAAAAAAAAAAAOTOME-KUN!! HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HARLOT INTERFERE WITH THE PROMISE WE MADE AS MEN TO UNITE OUR SCHOOLS?!"
-I tried. She treated me to some good sake. What can ya do?- The panda's sign read.
"SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOTOME-KUN!! YOU SOULD OUR SACRED OATH FOR SOME CHEAP SWILL?!?"
-I'll have you know that swill wasn't cheap, Tendo-kun. I'm a hard sell after all.-
"You treated him to sake?" Ranma asked "Since when?"
"It was a couple of days ago." Musubi replied. "It was Nabiki-san's idea. She thought it'd be worth a shot to get dad on our side."
"You're welcome by the way, Ranma-kun." Nabiki chirped.
"YOU CALL HER YOUR DAUGHTER NOW?!?" Soun bellowed.
The panda shrugged. -It's out of my hands now Tendo-kun.-
"AND YOU NABIKI!" Soun cried as he turned to his middle daughter. "HOW COULD YOU?!"
"Very easily actually, daddy." Nabiki replied with a shrug. "It's just easier to go with the flow than fight the tide y'know?"
"Especially when the tied works in your favor," Akane interjected.
"Like it doesn't work in yours?"
"I didn't say that." Akane sighed before she gave a slight glare to her older sister. "By the way you better not've charged her for this..."
"I'm hurt sister," Nabiki replied in a teasing tone. "Can't I simply wish to help a young girl in love out of the kindness of my heart?"
"That right!" Musubi suddenly chirped in. "We got those really expensive purses... umm... Dolce & Gabbana and your diamond is supposed to arrive this week, right?"
Kasumi's smile didn't fade even as she dropped her empty plate in surprise, "Dolce... & Gabbana... Nabiki-chan?"
"Ah... Ah..." Akane gasped.
Nabiki simply gained an amused smirk at her sister's expressions while Musubi nad the men looked at them with clear confusion etched on their face. "Ummm... should... should we know these guys?" Ranma asked cautiously.
"They're super... super expensive designers," Akane answered in a stunned voice. "Their bags have been known to go in the 200,000 yen range!" She quickly snapped out of her awe and rounded on her sister with a heated glare. "And this viper had Musubi-chan order ten of those!"
The men had enough time to gasp at Akane's words and turn to the middle Tendo sister with stunned, hooded gazes. Nabiki simply shrugged in response, "The kindness of my heart is very expensive."
At this an exaperated silence fell over the dining area, causing Ryouga to blink and look around. After some time he hesitantly raised his hand, "Can... can I say something?"
Ranma simply sighed, ignoring Musubi rubbing his back as he responded, "Go ahead..."
"Thank you," Ryouga muttered as he glared at Ranma. "As I was saying... I've waited all this time. Setting the table, sitting here patiently, dealing with all your vulgarity, and all for this moment..." At that, the Lost Boy rose and gave his rival a fierce snarl. "This moment where I finally-!"
"Get revenge for Jusenkyo, right?" Ranma cut him off. The Lost Boy was stunned as Ranma gave him a cool look, "Akane already helped me figure out ya got one since you followed me all the way there and all."
"So you don't deny it!" Ryouga shouted as he regained his composure. "Now finally I can take my just revenge for-!"
-Splash-
In an instant, Ryouga vanished from view, leaving his clothes behind in a crumpled mess. It took a full moment for those surrounding the table to register the significance of this, and then all turned their eyes to Nabiki, who had her arm extended and an empty glass of water in her hand. The attention back on her, the middle Tendo daughter simply retracted her arm and shrugged. ""What? I was curious."
"Nabiki!" Akane cried out in exasperation and surprise. She heard a mild squealing noise that interrupted whatever she was about to say to her uncaring elder sister. After a moment a shuffling sound could be heard and out of Ryouga's discarded shirt came a small piglet no more than a foot long and standing on four cloven hooves, a curly tail and a familar tiger-stripped bandanna wrapped around the piglet's neck just adding the right note to the otherwise cute package.
"R-Ryoga?" she asked tentatively.
"Oh man," Ranma muttered as he and Musubi gathered around the cursed Lost Boy. "Is that really you, Ryouga?"
The piglet gave a short bwee of anger before it settled for glaring up at Ranma.
"Wow," Nabiki muttered as Akane rushed to pick up the cursed martial artist. "No wonder he's pissed at you."
"Like it's my fault th' dope followed me an' pops to Jusenkyo." Ranma muttered.
"Truly the path of a martial artist is faught with peril," Soun nodded solumly as Genma nodded in agreement beside him.
-Indeed Tendo-kun, you speak the harsh truth of our world.- Genma folded his arm as he attempted to look every inch the wise sensei. "Like my boy and I, this boy paid a hard price for his deication."
Nabiki cracked a wry smile. "Easy for you to say, all things considered isn't it?"
"Honestly, would you give it a rest?" Akane sighed as she took her seat next to Musubi. "Whoa, calm down there," Akane then said aloud as the piglet in her arms began to squirm.
But the cursed boy was deaf to her words. Blood fflodded his vision and his heart pumped as if it threatened to burst out of his chest. He was so close. His accursed rival, the jackass responsible for his ongoing plight to be doomed to turn into a piglet at the mere splash of cold water was close. So tantilizingly close he could taste it.
And he was stuck in this damned weak body!
Once more, fate was cruel to Ryouga Hibiki.
"Calm down, Ryouga!" Akane squeaked out as the cured boy in her arms continued to fight for his revenge. "What's with you?" It was then at that point the piglet just seemed to pause and seemingly sigh before glaring at Ranma once more. Akane blinked and bit back a laugh.
"Akane-san?" Musubi prompted.
"I-I'm sorry, but I was just thinking that looking at him he looks rather adorable in this form. Too bad it's a curse huh?"
At that Musubi gasped with her hands clasped before reaching out and plucking Ryouga away from Akane's arms. Akane blinked as she turned to see Musubi smiling and holding Ryouga up and moving the piglet up and down like a baby. "You're right, he does look cute!"
"I... I don't think he'd like that Musubi-chan..." Akane muttered as she stared at the display.
"Oh?" Musubi then blinked as she brought the piglet into a tight hug between her breasts as she gesticulated her confusion as best she could with her hands full. "Why do you think that?" She then looked down and smiled. "See? He's calmed down!"
Akane blinked as she noted a glazed look in Ryouga's eyes and a steady flow of blood trickling out of thr cursed boy's snout. "Uuuhh... that's debatable...." She blinked as Ranma suddenly rose to his feet with an unreadable expression. "Ranma?"
The Saotome heir made his way to his sekirei and held his hand out to her, "Yo, Musubi, can I see Ryouga for a sec?"
"Sure Ranma-san!" she chirped and quickly haded over the piglet to her ashikabi.
"Thanks," Ranma grunted before he quickly walked outside. With no warning the cursed martial artist reared a leg back before tossing the cursed pigled in the air. With no warning Ranma punted Ryouga into the statosphere until he was a barely a blip in the sky. Nodding to himself at his work, Ranma re-took his seat at the table. Looking up, he noted the household's eyes were locked on him. He frowned, "What?"
"Nothing," Akane muttered.
"Someone's jealous," Nabiki snorted.
"Huh?" Ranma blinked and turned to the middle Tendo daughter. "Who's jealous?!?"
"I agree." Soun nodded. "Why would Ranma be jealous? The poor boy wasn't making any moves on his fiancee."
"And we're back to this again..." Akane muttered.
"Too True Tendo-kun," Genma nodded. "In any case if the boy WAS jealous, his blow would have sent the boy much higher."
"Shut it pops," Ranma grunted. "C'mon 'Kane, we got class."
"Right," Akane sighed as the high schoolers all stood up. "Let's get outaa here Musubi."
"Right," Musubi nodded as she took Ranma's hand.
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'I'm being watched...'
For Yashima, this thought was one the shy sekirei had grown used to. With her short strawberry blonde hair, white dress stylized like a sailor fuku, black thigh high leggings and a long blue head band atop her head. Indeed, her short stature and impressive figure that could be hinted at through her modest clothing, she could turn many a man's head with her dainty cherube-like looks.
Or they could be looking at the massive hammer she carried with ease behind her. You never know. Men can overlook alot of things when they spot a hot chick after all.
The breeze idly played with her hair as Yashima looked around her, trying to spot the gaze she felt burning into her skin. No, it wasn't the stunned looks of people who were shocked at the weapon she carried to participate in the Sekirei game. Nor was it the look of a lovestruck teenager captivate by her looks.
It was the look she was growing all the more familar with. And she wished she wasn't.
It was the feel of the eyes of a preadator.
"Hey there," a smooth voice called out, casually leaning up against a lamppost.
Yashima stiffened as she turned to the male voice that called to her. Her hands tightened their hold on her Gravity Hammer, and her legs tensed as she already began plotting her escape route. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a dark green hoody with black Chuck Taylor like sneakers. His brown hair was cut shoulder length and his smile did little to put Yashima at ease.
"It's funny how we keep finding each other," he called out as he walked toward her, not caring for the giant hammer that she held as he casually pushed off the lamppost and began walking toward her. "I'm sure you can understand it by now. It is fate after all," he grinned as his pace began to increase, the wide eyes of the the girl causing his smile to increase. He stretched his right arm and opened his hand and stretched his fingers before pulling them back in a loose grip to rub his thumb against his forefinger before brushing it against the side of his pants near his pockets. "Now," his voice lowered as the smile disappeared from his face.
"Be a good girl this time and stay still," he said as smoothly as he could.
At this point, Yashima could only curse at herself internally as she notice that somehow the unnerving man had cornered her, pinning her to a tree. If he were a sekirei, she could at least fight her way out of this mess, but as a human she was forbidden from attacking him. His lips were getting all the closer and she was running out of ideas to keep the man from forcibly winging her. 'Damn it,' she thought as she closed her eyes. 'I don't... I don't want this...'
-KATHOCK-
Yashima blinked at the sound and opened her eyes. The feeling of the youne man's hand on her cheek had dissapeared and her lips remained untouched. She sighed as she noted that her wings had not displayed, thus her quest to find her ashikabi remained undisturbed.
"...bweeeeeeeeee..."
The cute sekirei blinked at the soft cry and looked down to find the young man knocked unconsious, a large bump swelling from his forehead almost comicly. Atop of said bump laid a small piglet wearign a yellow bandanna with black polka dots.
"Where did you...?" Yashima asked only to pause and shake her head. She simply picked up the piglet with her free hand and dragged her hammer behind her as she made her quick disappearance from the scene, leaving the man a crumpled mess.
How convenient.
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Been a while huh?
...Again.
I guess this is gonna be a thing with me now huh? Well, I did get rather busy with real life again. Went back to school, things got chaotic at my job, and so many games that came out I kinda lost time to sit down and write stuff. It's calmed down a bit now so I'm going to try to finish this chapter of Random Act of Love soon. Fair warning as the chapter is super-duper rough. Little to no spell-checking and all. I'm just posting to show I'm still writing and to get a feel for the progress so far. Is not to late for ya'll to give me your two cents. So whatever CC you have is appreciated. Thanks in advance.
Ghostface211
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Musubi was in her nirvana.
Before her eyes a balding, heavyset man wearing a head wrap and a faded, dingy gi was going at it full-bore with a young boy dressed in white gi that was a bit more pristine in comparison, the furious kicks and blows being exchanged at lightning speeds as the two bounded all across the yard as though their legs were spring-loaded. Strangely enough they seemed to be engaged in what sounded like almost cheerful banter back and forth, trading insults as though this were nothing unusual for the both of them, and neither one doing serious damage to the other.
"Look at you, boy!" Genma taunted as a smirk crossed his lips. "Barely a month here and you're slowing down! You gettin' soft or are you slowin' down for the ailen to learn something?!"
Rana snorted at his father, a smirk of his own forming on his face. "What're ya talkin' 'bout, ya ol' fart?" the boy snapped back, "I ain't showin' off for Musubi, I'm tryin' ta get a decent work out from you for once!" His smirk grew, "'Course if you wanna go back to sleep that bad, just stop running 'round and I'll put ya to sleep good an' quick!"
"We'll see about that boy!" Genma cried as he charded his son.
Off to the side, Musubi continued to watch with a bit of a star-struck look in her eye. In spite of the swelling admaration she felt for her ashikabi/sensei she was taking serious notice of the way the two men fought, of the way they controlled their speed and power so that the blows that were almost blindingly quick looked almost as though they were just casually tossed about as if moving much slower than they might do at full out. The way they'd leap high into the air and almost appear to be hovering there for several furious seconds came close to defying the laws of known physics. Yet in spite of such super-human displays of strenght and skill there was never a wasted motion between the two of them. And through her developing eye was still relativly new, even she could see the Saotome Ryuu practioners were always caulating the next step or three ahead of whatever move they were executing.
Strength, Speed, Skill, Dicipline, and Taticts. This is what Ranma called The Art.
It set her heart aflutter at the thought.
She was sitting on the engawa atchign the spar before her, idly trowing a punch or two at the side lest her energy completly overwhelm her. Ranma had told her at the start to simply watch when he spared in the morning with his father, and she slowly began to see why her ashikabi had instructed her to do so. To show her what could potentially be her future. The level that she could attain... no, WOULD attain at his guiding hands.
Once again, she considered herself very lucky that Ranma was her ashikabi.
A resounding splash drew her attention back to the fighters. Ranma smirked, crossign his arms over his chest. "Sloppy as ever, eh ya ol' fart?" The pigtailed martial artist took a leap back as a huge black-and-white form came lunging out from the koi pond, causing the aqua transexual's smirk to grow at his father turned panda hard glare.
"Hah, what's the matter, pops?" the pig-tailed boy sneered as he effortlessly dodged the clawed swipes of the panda, "I thought you'd happy ta take a lil' bath in the morning!"
The comment simply enraged the panda further as he charged his son with an increased flurry of clawed swips that his son effortlessly dodged. The panda reared back and and in doing so he made the mistake of leaving himself wide open so that a glancing kick from his son sent him sprawling back into the koi pond.
"An' that's that," Ranma said cockily as he dusted off his hands. "I'll be sure ta tell Kasumi to get your bamboo ready for ya this mornin'." He gave a small chuckle and turned to Musubi, "Well, shows over Mu-"
There was a sudden, slightly awkward, pause.
Musubi's eyes were wide as she stood a way from the engawa in a boxing stance. She was swaying lightly on her feet, and throwing quick light jabs at an imaginary opponent. A determined smile was on her face as she continued with her imaginary battle. Anticipation and excitement flodded her body just at the thought of her potential growth at Ranma's hands and the sekirei could no longer help herself as she launched herself into her shadow boxing. After launchign a flurry of lefts and rights that ended with a quick uppercut she let out a breath and turned to find Ranma staring at her, a light blush on his face.
Musubi's smile brightened as she spotted her ashikabi's stare and she all but bounded towards him, "Ah, Ranma-san! Are you and pops finished?" Ranma was silent at Musubi's question, continuing to stare at the sekirei in stunned silence. Musubi blinked and waived a hand in front of his face, "Ummm... Ranma-san?
Ranma shook his head and gave Musubi a shakey smile, "Ah y-yeah! Yeah, we're done here!"
"Oh good!" Musubi's smile brightened further. "So is it my turn?"
"Sorry but no..." Ranma muttered, idly scratching his cheek. "I gotta get ready for school soon, so I gotta take a bath."
Musubi's smile dimmed at that, "Oh..." she muttered.
Ranma sighed, rubbing the back of his head as his sekirei pouted and ignored his father passing them to get back into the Tendo home. "Yeah... um... ok I..."
"Can I at least go with you to school today?" Musubi asked. "I promise I'll come right back. Please?"
Rama swalowed a bit as he looked down at her face, and let out a sigh. "...Ok fine..."
Musubi ears perked at his words, "Really?"
"So long as ya don't fight anyone it's ok am I clear?"
"Yes Ranma-san!" Musubi nodded as her smile bightened agan and she gave Ranma a quick hug. "Thank you sooooo much Ranma-san!"
"Okgreatigottagotakethatbathnowseeya!" Ranma blurted out as he dased back into the home.
Muusbi looked back at Ranma's vanishing form, blinking in confusion. "Ranma-san?" She stared for a moment longer before she shrugged. She had to get ready herself after all.
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"Oh man..." Ranma sighed as he studied the roof of the bathroom, laying back in the furo with a contemplative look on his face; thinking of ways in which he might deal with the growing conundrum of his sekirei and student Musubi. "'The hell am I gonns do about her? I ain't no good at this stuff...why can't I keep it together when she...?"
He sighed as he silenced that thought. In truth he was confused because this was a level of sparring for which he had no training. Dealing with Pops? Old Hat. In all honesty, he felt as though he had surpassed the Old Goat a while back.
Musubi's praise? Great as usual but it didn't affect him like this. She was his student after all and despite her tremendous potential and nice growth; her showing the proper respect for her sensei was to be expected.
And then she smiled.
It wasn't one of her usual friendly smiles. Nor was it a smile of confidence that he's seen grace her face in battle. Maybe it was the way the risign sun framed her face. Or maybe it was a sign of his own feelings but at that smile.... a smile filled with quiet contentment. A smile smile filled with unspoken joy transformed her from a cute girl to an incredibly beautiful woman.
A beauty so intense that it hreatened to shut Ranma's brain down.
And holy crap, was she getting harder and harder for the pigtailed martial artist to keep his emotions in check dealing with her. "Damn it..." he muttered irritably before dunking his head under the warter. After a moment of soaking he came up for air, a determined frown on his face. "Hookay... remember she's your student. She's a friend. She's only your wife when dealing with pops."
That said he rose from the tub and began drying himself off. "Ignore her smile," he muttered to himself. "Ignore her cute brown eyes... ignore all that Ranma.... she's your student. Your student!" He sighed again as he neared the changing room door, "Easier said than done though..."
"Ranma-san? Are you done yet?"
Ranma let out a small squeak of surprise before letting out an irritated snort. Stupid of him to get all surprised by Musubi at the door. At least she wasn't barging in on his baths anymore. "Just about. Is breakfast ready?"
"Yes. But about that..." Her pause caused Ranma to give a curious look as he began to dress. "Ranma-san, can I ask you something?"
"Yeah, go 'head. 'Sup?"
"Well... what do you do when your rival is at your table waiting for breakfast? Is it rude to fight him before breakfast or do you fight him before breaksfast to make the meal taste better?"
Ranma blinked at the question, "Well that's... oddly spific. Why ask me Musubi?"
"Becasue Ryouga-san is downstairs waiting eiter for you or for breakfast. He didn't tell me what he was here more for though."
"Oh I see," Ranma nodded as he finished putting on his shirt. He paused before he turned towards the door again, "Wait, what?!"
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Last Night...
The Tendo compund was still. The odd sounds of a dog's howl or a stray cat's mewling in the clear moonlight non-withstanding, the home of the Tendo clan was as still as it ever was. Her many inhabitants were sound asleep, resting in preperation for another chaotic day.
*creak*
Well... all except for one uninvited guest.
Ryouga Hibiki was all but cackling like a madman at the recent developments this day had brought him. In spite of his accuresed rival's best attempts, he had managed to keep a low enough profile to finally bring the pigtailed blight that was one Saotome Ranma to his long overdue justice. It even seemed as though fate herself was smiling down upon him, having been able to transform himself from his cursed form and make his way to the pigtailed bastard's room without getting himself lost!
He stopped that line of thought as quickly as it came. Best not to tempt fate when he was so close to his destination. Smiling darkly, Ryouga quickly made his way to the guest room, shoving the door and finding his rival sleeping soundly beside the very panda that had stunned him long enough to cause the red-haired girl to knock him into the srping that had changed everything. He idly wondered why the panda was here with Ranma but disregarded it as irrrelevant.
It was time for justice to be served.
For a moment he did nothing but listen to the sound of his rival's breathing. He intened to keep it in his memories since it would be the last time he would do such a thing. Cracking his knuckles, His grin widen to show off his pronounced fangs and casuing him to look more like a vengeful demon more than a young wander. 'Time to die, Saotome Ranma!' He thought as he cocked his fist back and shot foward like a cannon...
Only to stop mere inches from his rival's face, as he realized that his rival was not sleeping alone.
The girl he had encountered earlier that day... the one who was apparently Ranma's student... was sleeping with her teacher. Her head resting on his chest. Her warm brown eyes were closed peacefully, and her ear lay directly over his heart. The covers of the futon had sliped off the couple revealing Muusbi's smooth, toned legs. Her new pajama top scrunched up to reveal her panties that almost seemed to be painted on her bottom.
Ryouga drank in the sight of Ranma's sekirei, raising up slightly and standing ramrod straight. He uncurled his fist as his hands dangled limply at his sides. He was tranquil for a moment, staring out into space when...
-SPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH-
Like a volcano, Ryouga's nose exploded in an eruption of blood as he passed out and landed hard onto the floor. Leaving the Tendo compound enveloped in a peacefull silence once more.
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That morning...
Ryouga slowly opened his eyes and sat up, blinking slowly and tenderly rubbing his head as he came back to cognizance. He looked around and saw that he was apparently in an unfamilar room, the bits of sunlight peeking into the room the only clue he had that it was morning. "Where the heck am I?" Ryouga muttered, idly scratching the back of his head. "The last thing I remember is..." he trailed off, his nose twitching idly as his plan for vengance was derailed by the lively young woman who was sleeping with the bane of his existance.
Figures... Saotome would hide behind a girl in any situation he could.
Ryouga sighed as he turned to see Ranma and Musubi still asleep, before he turned around so fast he almost gave himself whiplash. As much of a golden oppertunity this was, guarenteed victory was still out of his reach so long as Saotome's womanly shield was there. He couldn't trust himself to hold out long enough to end his rival once and for all before falling victim to the femenine charms of Musubi.
Still... it looked like the bastard would be staying here for a while. There'd be more oppertunities.
With that thought giving the lost boy a small nugget of comfort, he rose quietly and began making his way out of the Tendo guest room. He idly grabbed his backpack near the door, wondering to himself when it had got there before chalking it up to a minor consolation prize from the heavens. Collecting his most treasured item, he opened the door and looked around. Confirming that the coat was clear, he nodded to himself and began to make his way out.
"Oh my... who might you be?"
Ryouga paused and turned to fine the confused brown eyes of Kasumi Tendo looking back into his own surprised dark brown hues. "Uuuuhhh..." Ryouga replied intelligently.
"You wouldn't be a robber by any chance?" Kasumi asked. ""If so I-"
"Nonononono!" Ryouga cut the eldest Tendo daughter off suddenly, waiving his arms in denial. "I'm a... I'm a-"
"Or are you just...?" Kasumi sighed out. "I wouldn't want to wake up Akane-chan early to accidently murder someone down on his luck..." Ryouga gave Kasumi an odd look that she missed. "I have an idea. Would you like to help me for a moment?"
"...eh?" Ryouga wispered.
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Now...
"And so..." Ryouga muttered as he glared at Ranma. "I've waited all this time. Setting the table, sitting here patiently, and all for this moment..." At that, the Lost Boy rose and gave his rival a fierce snarl. "This moment where I finally-!"
"Wow, this food is great as usual Kasumi-san!" Musubi chirped as she ate ferosiously.
"Why thank you, Musubi-chan." Kasumi replied.
"Uh...." Ryouga muttered.
"No kidding, sis." Akane chirped. "I've still got a ways to go before I can match you though..." she sighed out.
"That's an understatement..." Nabiki muttered.
"Did you say something Nabiki?"
"Not at all, Akane-chan." Nabiki replied, a small smirk on her face.
"Hey... uh.. you guys..." Ryouga muttered.
"I stil can't belive you actually eat that stuff pops," Ranma muttered as his father-turned-panda dug into the plate of bamboo shoots Kasumi had somehow prepared effortlessly.
-Don't knock it 'till you've tried it boy.- The panda's sign retorted.
"Guys..." Ryouga growled.
"In any case..." Soun muttered as he cleared his throat. "There's still a matter that needs to be adressed."
"And that is father?" Kasumi asked.
"The fact that Musubi over here," he emphizised by pointing at Ranma's sekirei. "Is sneaking into the bed of a man who's already promised to!"
"Excuse me..." Ryouga growled again.
"Oh great, we're back to this again." Nabiki muttered.
"Yes we're back to this again!" Soun shouted. "What this young woman is doing in this house is ill appropiate and shameful! Akane, I though you told me you had it under control!"
"I thought so to," Akane sighed as she turned to Musubi. "Musubi-chan, I know you're Ranma's wife and all-"
"No she's not!" Soun cried.
Akane sighed at her father's outburst and continued. "But you gotta understand that Ranma and I are doing this for a reason."
Musubi frowned, "But I thought it was ok for a husband and wife to sleep together."
"And you're right," Akane nodded. "But while you're living here you gotta follow dad's rules. Otherwise this happens."
Musubi pouted, "But Ranma-san is such a comfy pillow."
"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that." Ranma muttered, a flash of red on his cheeks.
"Hey-!" Ryouga began.
"GUWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" Soun bellowed out as a menacing aura surrouned him "SAAAAAAAAAAAAAOTOME-KUN!! HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HARLOT INTERFERE WITH THE PROMISE WE MADE AS MEN TO UNITE OUR SCHOOLS?!"
-I tried. She treated me to some good sake. What can ya do?- The panda's sign read.
"SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOTOME-KUN!! YOU SOULD OUR SACRED OATH FOR SOME CHEAP SWILL?!?"
-I'll have you know that swill wasn't cheap, Tendo-kun. I'm a hard sell after all.-
"You treated him to sake?" Ranma asked "Since when?"
"It was a couple of days ago." Musubi replied. "It was Nabiki-san's idea. She thought it'd be worth a shot to get dad on our side."
"You're welcome by the way, Ranma-kun." Nabiki chirped.
"YOU CALL HER YOUR DAUGHTER NOW?!?" Soun bellowed.
The panda shrugged. -It's out of my hands now Tendo-kun.-
"AND YOU NABIKI!" Soun cried as he turned to his middle daughter. "HOW COULD YOU?!"
"Very easily actually, daddy." Nabiki replied with a shrug. "It's just easier to go with the flow than fight the tide y'know?"
"Especially when the tied works in your favor," Akane interjected.
"Like it doesn't work in yours?"
"I didn't say that." Akane sighed before she gave a slight glare to her older sister. "By the way you better not've charged her for this..."
"I'm hurt sister," Nabiki replied in a teasing tone. "Can't I simply wish to help a young girl in love out of the kindness of my heart?"
"That right!" Musubi suddenly chirped in. "We got those really expensive purses... umm... Dolce & Gabbana and your diamond is supposed to arrive this week, right?"
Kasumi's smile didn't fade even as she dropped her empty plate in surprise, "Dolce... & Gabbana... Nabiki-chan?"
"Ah... Ah..." Akane gasped.
Nabiki simply gained an amused smirk at her sister's expressions while Musubi nad the men looked at them with clear confusion etched on their face. "Ummm... should... should we know these guys?" Ranma asked cautiously.
"They're super... super expensive designers," Akane answered in a stunned voice. "Their bags have been known to go in the 200,000 yen range!" She quickly snapped out of her awe and rounded on her sister with a heated glare. "And this viper had Musubi-chan order ten of those!"
The men had enough time to gasp at Akane's words and turn to the middle Tendo sister with stunned, hooded gazes. Nabiki simply shrugged in response, "The kindness of my heart is very expensive."
At this an exaperated silence fell over the dining area, causing Ryouga to blink and look around. After some time he hesitantly raised his hand, "Can... can I say something?"
Ranma simply sighed, ignoring Musubi rubbing his back as he responded, "Go ahead..."
"Thank you," Ryouga muttered as he glared at Ranma. "As I was saying... I've waited all this time. Setting the table, sitting here patiently, dealing with all your vulgarity, and all for this moment..." At that, the Lost Boy rose and gave his rival a fierce snarl. "This moment where I finally-!"
"Get revenge for Jusenkyo, right?" Ranma cut him off. The Lost Boy was stunned as Ranma gave him a cool look, "Akane already helped me figure out ya got one since you followed me all the way there and all."
"So you don't deny it!" Ryouga shouted as he regained his composure. "Now finally I can take my just revenge for-!"
-Splash-
In an instant, Ryouga vanished from view, leaving his clothes behind in a crumpled mess. It took a full moment for those surrounding the table to register the significance of this, and then all turned their eyes to Nabiki, who had her arm extended and an empty glass of water in her hand. The attention back on her, the middle Tendo daughter simply retracted her arm and shrugged. ""What? I was curious."
"Nabiki!" Akane cried out in exasperation and surprise. She heard a mild squealing noise that interrupted whatever she was about to say to her uncaring elder sister. After a moment a shuffling sound could be heard and out of Ryouga's discarded shirt came a small piglet no more than a foot long and standing on four cloven hooves, a curly tail and a familar tiger-stripped bandanna wrapped around the piglet's neck just adding the right note to the otherwise cute package.
"R-Ryoga?" she asked tentatively.
"Oh man," Ranma muttered as he and Musubi gathered around the cursed Lost Boy. "Is that really you, Ryouga?"
The piglet gave a short bwee of anger before it settled for glaring up at Ranma.
"Wow," Nabiki muttered as Akane rushed to pick up the cursed martial artist. "No wonder he's pissed at you."
"Like it's my fault th' dope followed me an' pops to Jusenkyo." Ranma muttered.
"Truly the path of a martial artist is faught with peril," Soun nodded solumly as Genma nodded in agreement beside him.
-Indeed Tendo-kun, you speak the harsh truth of our world.- Genma folded his arm as he attempted to look every inch the wise sensei. "Like my boy and I, this boy paid a hard price for his deication."
Nabiki cracked a wry smile. "Easy for you to say, all things considered isn't it?"
"Honestly, would you give it a rest?" Akane sighed as she took her seat next to Musubi. "Whoa, calm down there," Akane then said aloud as the piglet in her arms began to squirm.
But the cursed boy was deaf to her words. Blood fflodded his vision and his heart pumped as if it threatened to burst out of his chest. He was so close. His accursed rival, the jackass responsible for his ongoing plight to be doomed to turn into a piglet at the mere splash of cold water was close. So tantilizingly close he could taste it.
And he was stuck in this damned weak body!
Once more, fate was cruel to Ryouga Hibiki.
"Calm down, Ryouga!" Akane squeaked out as the cured boy in her arms continued to fight for his revenge. "What's with you?" It was then at that point the piglet just seemed to pause and seemingly sigh before glaring at Ranma once more. Akane blinked and bit back a laugh.
"Akane-san?" Musubi prompted.
"I-I'm sorry, but I was just thinking that looking at him he looks rather adorable in this form. Too bad it's a curse huh?"
At that Musubi gasped with her hands clasped before reaching out and plucking Ryouga away from Akane's arms. Akane blinked as she turned to see Musubi smiling and holding Ryouga up and moving the piglet up and down like a baby. "You're right, he does look cute!"
"I... I don't think he'd like that Musubi-chan..." Akane muttered as she stared at the display.
"Oh?" Musubi then blinked as she brought the piglet into a tight hug between her breasts as she gesticulated her confusion as best she could with her hands full. "Why do you think that?" She then looked down and smiled. "See? He's calmed down!"
Akane blinked as she noted a glazed look in Ryouga's eyes and a steady flow of blood trickling out of thr cursed boy's snout. "Uuuhh... that's debatable...." She blinked as Ranma suddenly rose to his feet with an unreadable expression. "Ranma?"
The Saotome heir made his way to his sekirei and held his hand out to her, "Yo, Musubi, can I see Ryouga for a sec?"
"Sure Ranma-san!" she chirped and quickly haded over the piglet to her ashikabi.
"Thanks," Ranma grunted before he quickly walked outside. With no warning the cursed martial artist reared a leg back before tossing the cursed pigled in the air. With no warning Ranma punted Ryouga into the statosphere until he was a barely a blip in the sky. Nodding to himself at his work, Ranma re-took his seat at the table. Looking up, he noted the household's eyes were locked on him. He frowned, "What?"
"Nothing," Akane muttered.
"Someone's jealous," Nabiki snorted.
"Huh?" Ranma blinked and turned to the middle Tendo daughter. "Who's jealous?!?"
"I agree." Soun nodded. "Why would Ranma be jealous? The poor boy wasn't making any moves on his fiancee."
"And we're back to this again..." Akane muttered.
"Too True Tendo-kun," Genma nodded. "In any case if the boy WAS jealous, his blow would have sent the boy much higher."
"Shut it pops," Ranma grunted. "C'mon 'Kane, we got class."
"Right," Akane sighed as the high schoolers all stood up. "Let's get outaa here Musubi."
"Right," Musubi nodded as she took Ranma's hand.
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'I'm being watched...'
For Yashima, this thought was one the shy sekirei had grown used to. With her short strawberry blonde hair, white dress stylized like a sailor fuku, black thigh high leggings and a long blue head band atop her head. Indeed, her short stature and impressive figure that could be hinted at through her modest clothing, she could turn many a man's head with her dainty cherube-like looks.
Or they could be looking at the massive hammer she carried with ease behind her. You never know. Men can overlook alot of things when they spot a hot chick after all.
The breeze idly played with her hair as Yashima looked around her, trying to spot the gaze she felt burning into her skin. No, it wasn't the stunned looks of people who were shocked at the weapon she carried to participate in the Sekirei game. Nor was it the look of a lovestruck teenager captivate by her looks.
It was the look she was growing all the more familar with. And she wished she wasn't.
It was the feel of the eyes of a preadator.
"Hey there," a smooth voice called out, casually leaning up against a lamppost.
Yashima stiffened as she turned to the male voice that called to her. Her hands tightened their hold on her Gravity Hammer, and her legs tensed as she already began plotting her escape route. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a dark green hoody with black Chuck Taylor like sneakers. His brown hair was cut shoulder length and his smile did little to put Yashima at ease.
"It's funny how we keep finding each other," he called out as he walked toward her, not caring for the giant hammer that she held as he casually pushed off the lamppost and began walking toward her. "I'm sure you can understand it by now. It is fate after all," he grinned as his pace began to increase, the wide eyes of the the girl causing his smile to increase. He stretched his right arm and opened his hand and stretched his fingers before pulling them back in a loose grip to rub his thumb against his forefinger before brushing it against the side of his pants near his pockets. "Now," his voice lowered as the smile disappeared from his face.
"Be a good girl this time and stay still," he said as smoothly as he could.
At this point, Yashima could only curse at herself internally as she notice that somehow the unnerving man had cornered her, pinning her to a tree. If he were a sekirei, she could at least fight her way out of this mess, but as a human she was forbidden from attacking him. His lips were getting all the closer and she was running out of ideas to keep the man from forcibly winging her. 'Damn it,' she thought as she closed her eyes. 'I don't... I don't want this...'
-KATHOCK-
Yashima blinked at the sound and opened her eyes. The feeling of the youne man's hand on her cheek had dissapeared and her lips remained untouched. She sighed as she noted that her wings had not displayed, thus her quest to find her ashikabi remained undisturbed.
"...bweeeeeeeeee..."
The cute sekirei blinked at the soft cry and looked down to find the young man knocked unconsious, a large bump swelling from his forehead almost comicly. Atop of said bump laid a small piglet wearign a yellow bandanna with black polka dots.
"Where did you...?" Yashima asked only to pause and shake her head. She simply picked up the piglet with her free hand and dragged her hammer behind her as she made her quick disappearance from the scene, leaving the man a crumpled mess.
How convenient.
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