Miscellaneous ideas.
GenocideHeart said:
Just fic ideas that came to me while playing videogames.
4) Ranma actually going slightly insane from the Nekoken training and acquiring a feline predator's mind, senses and habits - including being able to tell what a person feels or if they're lying by smell alone. That, of course, includes detecting arousal, and since this Ranma would have animal instincts, it could lead to... awkward situations.?
Not quite what was mentioned here- I've had an idea for something similar where Ranma gains the enhanced senses and smells Pchan/Ryouga's scent on Akane while in neko-mode, and this poisons him against her- while Nabiki smells nice and fertal to the tomcat in Ranma's head, and he takes a shine to her.
Here's a quick bit I came up with this evening....
"Dammit Ranma, come back here!"
Nabiki sighed and closed her ledger. Tossing her pen onto the desk, she made her way downstairs to see what the damage was this time. Passing the fathers' constant game of shogi, she found an indignant Akane shaking her fist at a decidely cat-like Ranma.
"What happened this time, Akane?" The middle Tendo daughter asked tiredly.
The short-haired girl turned to her. "That baka was picking on Ryouga again and they got in a fight. Then that Chinese hussy showed up and dodged a bandana in the wrong direction and got splashed. Ranma went cat and shook her off, but then he took off on his own. I just now found him, and he won't pay attention to me!" She pointed an accusing finger at the pigtailed boy, who was sunning himself in a nearby shaft of light.
Akane stomped over to the supine martial artist and grabbed him by his pigtail to look into his eyes. Ranma-neko had other ideas and leaned forwards to sniff at the collar of her school blouse. "What do you think you're-".
With a violent snarl, the silk-clad figure twisted out of the youngest Tendo's grasp and began to back away from her, hackles raised. Both Tendo daughters stared wide-eyed until Ranma backed behind Nabiki. Akane's hands were balled into fists, and a crimson flush of anger gave way to a wispy red aura of anger. "Ranmaaaaaaaa..." she growled, advancing towards Nabiki, and the martial artist crouched behind her.
Nabiki moved with unseemly haste out of the way, only to look back and see that Ranma-neko had turned and was now stalking something walking through the gates. It looked like a little black pig. "P-chan?"
The youngest Tendo's anger dissapated quickly as she rushed over and snatched her pet away from the stalking martial artist. Ranma stopped his slow advance towards P-chan and turned to circle around Nabiki's feet. Akane just turned her nose up and stormed off into the house, leaving Nabiki and the catlike Ranma standing in the middle of the yard.
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Nabiki wasn't sure why Ranma-neko had taken a shine to her, but the mercenary Tendo knew better than to try and exploit the cat for profit- those ki claws were too sharp for her piece of mind, and it seemed Akane had done something to annoy him, which left no one to calm him down should he become enraged.
The pigtailed tomcat followed her into the kitchen, where he charmed Kasumi into providing a small saucer of milk, and deftly dodged Nabiki's attempts to 'accidentally' sprinkle him with water. Finally, she gave up, frowning down at the teenaged boy doing figure-eights between her legs. The gender-cursed martial artist just gave a cat-like smirk and nuzzled her uncomfortably close to her crotch. She shooed him away a few times before giving up with a sigh.
"Fine. C'mon kitty." she muttered. Surprisingly, Ranma followed her obediently into her room where he curled up in a ball on her bed and promptly fell asleep. Nabiki rolled her eyes and turned back to her books.
Hours later, the middle Tendo had completely forgotten about Ranma's presence on her bed- until he started thrashing. She jumped up from her chair, startled, and spun to watch the pigtailed boy shudder violently, emit feral growls, and babble in broken Japanese. It continued for so long she almost left to get help when he went completely limp, the only sign of life the rise and fall of his chest and the creepily-wide smile on his face. After a moment his eyes fluttered open and he sighed like someone waking from a refreshing nap.
"Well wakey-wakey, sleeping beauty." She drawled.
The completely-relaxed martial artist abruptly appeared by the window. "How'd I get in here?" he wondered out loud. His body was tense and his eyes scanned the room warily.
Nabiki didn't fight her smirk as she held out a hand. "5000 yen."
Ranma reached for his wallet reflexively, but stopped with his hand halfway. Cocking his head, he sniffed the air a few times. "What's that smell?"
"What're you talking about, Saotome?" Nabiki replied sharply, moving towards him. "And what in the hell was wrong with you?" she demanded, getting up in his face.
The pigtailed boy's nostils flared as he inhaled again, then slowly started blushing. With an embarassed "Uhsorrygottagobye!" he disappeared out of a closed window, leaving it open with the drapes fluttering madly in his wake, faster than the eye could see.
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