One Half

---Nerima, noon--- ---Disclaimer--- We don’t own none of this, ya hear!? Even the ideas kinda stolen from Chi, how’s that? ---Authors’ Notes--- Suekeiichi Kaiton This wasn’t originally supposed to be a lemon, it was originally lime but I guess most people construe the first draft to be lemony. Oh well, nothing I can do about that. The original concept was only Ranma as a male prostitute in China and how it would effect his life, kind of an Altaverse thing, I don’t know how it turned into a Sailor Moon crossover. Well, now that I got the ball rolling, may as well play out the rest of the story — this will probably degenerate into mindless sex now that the label has been applied with help from Eric. Except this to become a lot like a lemon version of Chi’s ‘1/2 A Neko Moon’ only without the catgirls. If Eric and I really get rolling this could become a megacrossover. On a lesser note: Ranma is five years older in his fic to make it more plausible (i.e. Ranma-21, Kasumi-18). Eric Freedman Damn second billing! Anyway, I’m kinda getting sick of writing these Sailor Moon lemons where Ranma does nothing but boff every senshi repeatedly, but hey, that’s just the way Kaiton writes. He agreed to let me write a yaoi section this time, some change of pace I guess. Getting on with it this here’s a big fat lemon in every sense of the word. Read it and weep mortals! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ah, ah, aha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!! Burn in the fires of lemony goodness!!!!! (Kaiton sweats) s) ---Title--- 1/2 Moon: Chapter 2 A Sailor Moon-Ranma 1/2 lemon By Suekeiichi Kaiton (Head writer, grammatical correction) And Eric Freedman (Lemon section writer, lazy layabout) ---Juuban--- Ranma hopped from rooftop to rooftop on his way to the Hikawa Shrine. The past two weeks had probably been the best of his life, free and easy. First, Makoto was turning out to be one of the greatest students he'd every taught. Although she was hopelessly lovestruck with him. Next he’d managed to teach Rei how to siphon ki from a person while touching without any effort, the next step was how to siphon ki during intercourse, a step he eagerly anticipated. Rei herself was a strange girl, after telling him that she wouldn’t fuck him because their future said she would, she clearly wanted to fuck him because of her raging libido, an unfortunate side-effect of siphoning lustful ki. Still, their relationship had deepened, he’s gone out to dinner with her and to a movie then swung back by his place for a quick ‘lesson’. The smoke was raising from the hut where the sacred fame was housed, she was waiting for him. Ranma walked the distance from the steps to the hut and ducked inside, barely affected by the smoky air within. Rei sat in front of the fire, waiting for her mentor. She was wearing nothing but a thin robe and sweat dribbled down her bare thighs, frantically she was thinking of something other than grabbing Ranma as he entered the hut and ravishing him thoroughly until the next morning. White teeth punctured soft lips as his aura filled the cramped quarters, a musky odor assaulting her senses as she gripped the cotton hem and almost tore it in her frustration. "Evening, Rei. How are you doing?" Ranma sat cross-legged across from her and forced the flame down so he could see her nudity. The robe was open down the middle allowing Ranma to feast his eyes on the virginal pink of her erect nipples and the sopping mass of wet hair framing her sex. Her bright eyes opened and shone fiercely through the rising heat of the flame. "How the hell do you think I'm doing? Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for you?" Rei gnashed her teeth as Ranma only gave her his customary blank gaze. "I've been sitting in front of this damn fire for an hour already, where the hell were you?" Ranma smirked at her ire. "Feeling a little _frustrated_, Rei-chan?" He waggled a finger at her with an admonishing grin. "Is that any way to speak to your loving sensei?" "'Loving sensei'!? Since when were you ever anything but a lecherous pervert looking to get me in the sack!?" Ranma brushed it all off, must be her period…although that pressure point he'd used was supposed to work for a good six months… "I thought we covered this at our first lesson, why would I waste my time trying for you when I have women throwing themselves at me? And calm down. These kind of outbursts are very unbecoming of my heir!" "Heir to what? Your perversions? You're just some freaky perv my grandfather made the sad mistake of loaning me out to, I won't keep taking these lessons!" She crossed her arms over her chest, closing her robe in the process. Ranma calmed himself down and focused on her ki, it was swirling rapidly between yellow and red, the confusion in her mind was going to rip her body apart. "You weren't complaining about my lessons at the apartment last week. In fact, I remember you begging me to finish you…funny how my memory works…tell me, how do you remember that night?" "I remember you forcing yourself on me and shoving me roughly on her bed like the perverted creep you are!" She was really just arguing with herself, she just wouldn't admit the feelings that were building up in her body. He'd heard that the training became progressively more difficult as one aged, perhaps he was lucky in the fact that he hadn't hit puberty by the time he finished the training. On the bright side at least his teacher had told him the appropriate way of restoring the balance of ki and ebbing the tide of conflict within the student's mind. Time to get to work… Rei hadn't noticed Ranma move, so intent was she on not looking him in the eye. This gave him the perfect opportunity to slide up behind her and grasp her hands. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Rei began to thrash about, her legs digging into the soft dirt under their feet. Unconsciously, her hands wrapped around his neck and her head twisted back just in time to meet his lips as he cradled her struggling form to his body. He'd really meant to put off the real intercourse until she had a complete mastery over the basics but if she couldn't jump this hurdle until that pesky hymen of hers disappeared then it seemed he'd have to do it now. He couldn't tarry long because he'd be late for his interview. No sooner had his hands made contact with the bare flesh of her breasts than Rei calmed down considerably, her thrashing becoming more of a dry hump. Ranma began pumping his aura into her at a breakneck pace, filling her ki reserves with lustful energy and rapidly turning the tide of battle in her mind from 'kill' to 'screw'. In no more than a few moments, Rei began to melt into his hands, her slick skin sliding against his clothes. At the rate she was pumping out pheromones and sweat, not to mention the fragrant liquid pooling between her legs, his clothes would get ruined. "Hold on, Rei, let me just get these clothes off." She whined as he set her off his lap for a moment to pull off his slacks and underwear, freeing his manhood from the harness. ---Note to Eric--- Thanks a whole bunch for this image, you pervert! ---Back to the story--- Rei tackled him to the mat next to the door before his pants even hit the ground. Her libido was going to prove a problem but at least his heir was healthy and willing to indulge herself in the training practices. He pulled her mouth away from his crotch and brought her lips to his own, stabbing between her perfect white teeth with his tongue. Rei leaned down onto his body, mashing her breasts against his iron chest and fondling his manhood with her thighs, she'd been waiting for this for so long! Soon, Ranma was propped up by the hut wall as the Senshi of Mars gave her best impression of a swordswallower. She managed six inches fine but anything after that caused her to gag, still, it was better that he not really fuck her right then, he didn't want to absolutely reek of sex for his interview. Ranma's hands curled into her pubic hair and teased the hard nub of her clitoris above the spasming folds of her sex, Rei's body jerking in climax as he fed his ki into the external sex organ. Rei's mind was divided into two camps by that point: those that wanted to screw her sensei, and those that didn't even care about the actual act but just getting off. "R-Ranma! I take back everything I said about you before, just do something!" She was shaking as his hand did nothing but lie above her mons and feed energy into her womb. "I never said I'd fuck you now did I? I just told you I'd help you, which is exactly what I intend to do." Ranma knelt down and lifted her bare ass up off the floor and brought her steaming snatch to his lips, inhaling her particular scent before mauling the dribbling font of her femininity (thanks Kaiton!). Rei screamed in climax as his tongue dove deep within the greasy folds of her arousal and drew out more fluids than she thought she could muster. Inside, Rei's grandfather grinned lecherously to himself and flipped to the Spice channel. Now nearly vertical to the floor, Rei's body was positioned so that her shoulders held her body upright as her open mouth swallowed the juices that fell from her cunt. Ranma was kneeling in front of her, his hands keeping her balance and his erect manhood lying prone on the floor next to her head. Rei's hand flailed wildly for it, each time thwarted by a new wave of pleasure or his constant moving. "Are you ready, Rei? Here I come!" He smirked at the pun as he drove his fingers into her slit, ripping through her maidenhood with little pain and stimulating her g-spot like crazy as she creamed and spot forth fluids like a geyser. No matter the number of orgasms, Rei's body continued to quake with each thrust of his digits, the only bright side to her torturous pleasure was that Ranma's cock was in her face. Pre-cum already stained her face. With one massive lunge as he thrust in again, Rei succeeded in capturing the fleshy snake of his sex in her mouth and hungrily began devouring the organ. Ranma looked at his watch and realized he had enough time to finish himself off. To that end he drove his hand into Rei's quim and smiled in gratification as she spurted like a fountain all over the mats and dirt floor of the hut. With her hymen gone and the balance restored in her body, a coa could turn his attentions to his own needs. Rei found herself flipped right-side up again, landing with a wet splat on her crotch but still with Ranma's prick in her mouth. Smooth hands capable of destroying hideous demons from Darce rce ran up his velvet tool and massaged his testicles, trying in vain to coax a fresh load up from the seed-producing factories of his body but nothing would come unless he decided it would. Their love session well into it's third quarter of an hour, Ranma sat back against the hut again and let Rei orally pleasure him, his guttural groans and her slurping the only noise in the darkened room. She licked the helmet and sucked at the cum bubbling over the top of his manhood but the real explosion was yet to come (if you'll pardon the pun). Just as the lovemaking passed the fiftieth minute, Rei felt something break within his body and a torrent of steaming fluid rushed into her mouth. Not expecting such an eruption, she coughed and choked as he fired off at her face, plastering her hair to her forehead with off yellow jizz. Overcome with the emotion of the moment, she clamped her lips over the spurting monster and began to swallow as he pumped gallons of semen down her throat. Ten minutes later he was just beginning to taper off and she was still guzzling the ejaculate, drinking down so much that her belly was distended, almost as if she were pregnant. Finally the flow ended and Rei regretfully took her mouth off his cock, licking her lips and wiping away the semen in her eyes. Oddly enough she glared at him again when the goo was gone. "What? Now what's the matter?" Ranma asked, pulling back on his pants. "You won that argument, but don't think I'll let you off the hook that easily. Next time we're at your place I expect the full treatment." She pouted for emphasis. All Ranma could do was laugh as he buttoned his shirt. ---Nerima, half and hour later--- Ranma knocked on the door to the building, a corner lot with good construction. He tried to dismiss the crazy rumors he'd heard about Nerima and concentrate on the interview, but his danger sense was going haywire. "Can I help you?" An older man in his late twenties poked his head out the window. Bespectacled with a head of light brown hair, he exuded an aura of calm and unassuming power. "I hope so, I was told you had an opening for an assistant." Ranma walked in as the man slid open the door and ushered him inside, looking back and forth along the street for any eavesdroppers. "Is something wrong?" "No, nothing you should worry about, Mr.…?" "Ranma,ma Sma Saotome." He held out a hand. "Tofu Ono, nice to meet you." They shook hands and moved to one of the examining rooms, sitting down over a cup of tea. Ranma noticed the grace with which Tofu moved and realized that he must practice a style of shiatsu-based martial arts like Cologne. "So what brings you here to my humble clinic in the middle of nowhere?" "Dr. Chisato Mizuno at Juuban General said that she spoke to you and told me you were looking for an assistant with skill in shiatsu and homeopathic remedies." Tofu nodded. "What I'm actually looking for is a successor…I've decided to accept a position at the Mayo Clinic in America. Tell me Ranma, what experience do you have with shiatsu? Who taught you?" "Uh…I was first trained in sexual pressure points in China." "Sexual pressure points? You mean things like ki flows and positioning, right?" Tofu's interest was definitely piqued now. "The Kama Sutra…things of that nature?" "Yes, although I have studied shiatsu under Elder Cologne of the Chinese Amazons and learned in many monasteries scattered about China." Ranma was surprised to see Tofu's face light up in recognition. "The Chinese Amazons? I've heard some very outlandish rumors about-" "All true…believe me, everything you heard was correct." "But-" "Just take my word for it, okay?" Tofu decided to let it lie. "Then I was trained in the skills of assassins, shiatsu for killing - but don't worry I can't really remember any of it at all." "Why?" "I had Elder Cologne erase the memories so that I wouldn't accidentally use a lethal move instead of a benign one, a necessary precaution. Why exactly are you leaving, Doctor? You seem to be doing very well." A pained look flashed across Tofu's face. "It's a family matter…best not to get too involved." "I understand." "So how old are you, Mr. Saotome?" "Twenty-one, I'll be twenty-two in March." "That's very young to be having one's own practice…" Ranma looked up at him, astonishment plain in his eyes. "You planned on just giving your practice to me?" Tofu just shrugged. "If you're telling the truth than your more than qualified for the job, besides, you came highly recommended by Dr. Mizuno and I trust her judgement as well." Ranma stood up and shook Tofu's hand vigorously, thanking him profusely and following him into the back room. If he was going to take over, he had to know where everything went. "You do realize that if you're found and the authorities realize you're practicing without a license you will face criminal changes?" "Dr. Mizuno said that she'd iron all that out, she's hoping to score me a shot at a doctorate in shiatsu and acupuncture. I know I know enough to pass, I just need to let the board look past the fact I've never gone to schoschool." "Just asking." Tofu led him upstairs to the living quarters, a one room apartment with kitchenette and full bathroom. "These are the living arrangements unless you'd like to rent it out." The younger man looked around at the apartment and decided. "Yeah, think that's what I'll do, I have a very nice apartment already in Juuban." "Juuban? Isn't that rather far away?" "Naw, I got here from the far side of Juuban in less than a half an hour today, being a martial artist has it's ups you know." Tofu chuckled and patted the young man on the back. Soon enough they were back at the front door, Tofu already signing the papers on his reception desk. "I had a good feeling about you Ranma, don't let me down. When will you be ready to begin?" "I can start right away, or whenever you want to leave. I'm in no rush." Ranma looked over the medical files on the rack behind the good doctor and noticed a surprising amount of fractures and head injuries. "Do you have some kind of problem with gangs?" "Ha! Not at all Ranma, it's just a little matter over at the school, you'll get used to it. Besides, fractures are pretty easy to set and heal with ki." "So…" "So I'll be leaving the day after tomorrow, meet me here tomorrow afternoon, we'll finish the paperwork and I'll give you the keys." Ranma was elated by the doctor's easy-going nature and was thoroughly surprised that he was going to give him the practice after a mere three hour interview and tour. "Remember what I said: be sure to get your license lickety-split." Ranma smiled back at the doctor as he walked out into the evening air. "Ha, ha, will do, Doc! See you tomorrow!" As Tofu turned back inside to pack, the pig-tailed man could still be seen whistling as he walked back to Juuban glowing an iridescent yellow. ---Tri-Gan Towers, penthouse, night--- Makoto was getting worried. First, Ranma hadn't met her at the park for their usual practice and now it seemed he wouldn't be coming come for the night. All her delicious food was going to go to waste! She was sitting at the dining room table wearing a slinky black dress she'd found in one of his drawers, alone with a candlelit supper. Her spirits were as low as the slit in the dress was long and it went from the roll of baby fat on her hip down her long legs to her ankles. She really hadn't meant to intrude on his privacy, really she hadn't, but he did give her his address and the pass code to his room. She was just worried was all, she couldn't stand to be away from him any longer, every time they separated it was like a razor blade slicing down her chest. Now she knew how Usagi felt every time Mamoru broke up with her - in other words she felt like her soul was being split into shards and thrust into her brain. She did remember that he had mentioned being late for practice that day because of some other engagement, but she hadn't planned on him being this late. She had even spent the rest of her money on the groceries she'd needed to finish the recipe, and he still wasn't here to appreciate her good homemaking skills. She possessed everything a good housewife should, she was affectionate, a good cook, she could clean the house and even…ahem…pleasure a man. That last component she'd just researched recently online and so she really wasn't that sure of her ability in that particular field. "Something sure smells good! What is that?" The door shut with a swift click and sure enough Ranma came striding in wearing a black mandarin collared button-down and khaki chinos. "Makoto-chan? What are you doing here?" Ranma had known someone was in his apartment but thought for sure it was Minako again, Makoto was the last person he'd thought would bust into his flat. And she was even dressed up and cooking for him? "Did we have a date I didn't know about?" He asked with a sly grin. Makoto just blushed in response. "W-w-well y-you were so late for our practice today I w-was just worried something may have happened to you." She fidgeted under his eyes. "Then I remembered you'd said something about it so I just thought I'd make you dinner." "And the dress?" He was admiring her long lithe legs through the slit in her dress, to his trained eyes he could tell she was wearing a thin g-string. "I…I found it in one of your drawers." His smile widened, this was prime teasing material. "And what were you doing in my drawers, Mako-chan? Doing something naughty perhaps?" He was suddenly in front of her with her back against the wall. She looked up with her brown eyes into his cerulean and could taste his breath on her lips, his body was so close she could feel every ripple of muscle under the clothing he wore. Her blush went from slight to atomic in a matter of minutes. "Y-yes…" She could lose herself in those eyes for eternity, just drifting on the blue seas of his gaze and never looking back… Ranma straightened quickly and began to laugh. "That's my Mako-chan! Always a kidder. That's what I like about you Makoto, you've got a good sense of humor. Now what say we dig in before the food gets cold?" She was snapped back to reality and hurriedly seated him and served him, her movements a flutter of Usagi-esque motion. They ate leisurely, Ranma savoring the fine meal while Makoto savored the handsome hunk of male flesh across the table from her. Why, when he finished he even complimented her cookind prd presentation! The night was going exactly as she planned. "Well, it's getting late now. I guess I'll walk you home Mako-chan." Her thoughts were jarred back to the present by his comment. Yes, it was getting late, it was pitch black out already and she had nothing to look forward to at home except a television and a cold bed. Her life was nothing in her eyes, that's partly why she was so eager to embrace her senshi duties - they gave her a welcome distraction from her lonely life and pointless existence. At least as Sailor Jupiter she was making a difference, not just a nobody girl in a stark apartment with no family and no future. She would become a crucial part of the future, but who would be there to share in her achievement? Her parents were long dead and she had no other family…maybe Ranma would be there for her? She watched him take two coats from his closet, saw his lips moving but didn't hear his words. Words were hollow and useless, what good were they when so many people gave their condolences at her parent's funeral but none offered to take her in? Was she so low that no one would love her? She'd said the words 'I love you' countless times, so many that they had lost their meaning but then again she guessed that happened after a while, soon you end up just saying things just because you have many times before. "Are you alright Mako-chan?" Ranma watched as her eyes refocused and locked on him. [Ohhh…shit.] He was unprepared as she lunged at him, slim cool arms wrapping around his thick waist and crystalline tears spreading on his shirt. He toppled but she didn't seem to notice. "Mako-chan? Why are you crying?" His voice had a genuine ring of caring behind it, the pained look on his face mirroring the confusion in his mind. "Don't leave me, Ranma." She buried her face in his chest, letting the hot tears of her frustration and loneliness pour out from the hole in her heart. "Please never leave me alone." He was so stunned by the heartfelt admission that he was left speechless as she curled around his body. He should have expected this, her aura was reeking of depression and sadness, he'd just never noticed it before but he swore that he would never let those emotions ever enter her heart again. "Shh…It's alright…I'm here for you." "…ranma…" She was exhausting herself. "Don't talk, it's alright." Ranma took the opportunity to pick her up and move over to the couch where he laid down and let her body rest on his. "…don't leave…" She was drifting now, drifting on a raft of black and blue in a sea of yellow. "I won't." He relaxed and let his pure ki fill her body, quickly putting her to sleep and exhausting himself so much that soon he joined her. "…I promise…" ---"???"--- "Aww…that's so touching…" Urd pulled another handful of Kleenex from the box next to her and wiped the tears from her eyes. Seeing such a scene of genuine emotion and caring always got to her that way. She blew her nose and reached behind her for another handful when an echo of her own tears appeared behind her. "That's so beautiful! Did you do this Urd?" Belldandy floated to rest behind her elder sister and dabbed at her own misty eyes. "Yeah…though I also was responsible for her parent's plane crash, it was unfortunately necessary for this to occur." She blew her nose again as Makoto's arms wrapped tighter around Ranma in her sleep. "Such horrors and pain like that are the catalyst for love and caring such as this, I'm sure you did the right thing, oneesan." Bell sat down next to Urd and watched as the couple slept, sighing softly in content. "This has been you're little pet project, hasn't it?" Urd nodded and turned away from the viewing screen. "I wanted Ranma to be the greatest man among men, the perfect man. I even gave him my blessing as the Goddess of Love. I like to check back on him every once and a while." "You've done a good job, sister, I'm sure father is very proud of you." Urd grinned sheepishly. "I'm glad you think so, Bell." "URD!" Skuld's shout jolted both Goddesses to their feet. "I've been trying to get you at your workstation for the past hour!" The young Goddess of the Future (and technology) walked into her sister's domicile with her trusty debugging mallet strapped to her back. "I'm sorry squirt." Urd switched off the scene of Ranma and Makoto and stood up with Belldandy. "Whaddaya want, pipsqueak?" Skuld grinned evilly. "Heh, heh, Urd you're going to pay for that…FATHER wants to see you in his office immediately. Something to do with one of your extra-curricular activities." Bell lookeck ack at the blank screen and thought back to the scene. "Oh my! I hope it doesn't have to do with Ranma!!" Urd just groaned. ---Nerima, the following morning--- "Hey, Sis, have you noticed anything strange about Dr. Tofu lately?" Nabiki was munching on a rice cracker and figuring out the finances with her trusty abacus. It was shaping up to be another lazy Sunday at the Tendo Dojo. Kasumi looked into the house from her laundry. The wind was just right for drying clothes. "No I haven't, Nabiki, why?" The Doctor was always so nice to let her borrow his medical texts, although he was very silly. "Just asking, he's been walking around Nerima every day for the past few weeks. I don't know, it just seems as if he's saying goodbye." The long stares he'd given the locales around Nerima had been weird enough but now it seemed he was locking himself in the clinic for the last two days. Something was up and she'd find out or her name wasn't Nabiki Tendo! "Oh my! I hope he doesn't leave!" Nabiki face-faulted. Did that mean Kasumi really did have feelings for the good doctor? "Why not, Sis?" "I still haven't returned that book he loaned me last week!" Nabiki's face once again met hard wood. It figured…how could dear oblivious Kasumi realize the doctor had a thing for her? Such things just didn't happen, it would be like a man that turned into a panda, absurd! "Do you think I should return it today?" "No, I don't think he's leaving that early otherwise there'd be moving trucks in front of the clinic." Kasumi shook out another one of Akane's school shirts, stained with blood (not Akane's of course), and pinned it to the line. "I suppose you're right, Nabiki." ---Juuban, mid-morning, Hikawa Shrine--- Michiru and Haruka declined to ask Rei why she was moving so stiffly as the answer was so obvious to them that to ask the question would have been more embarrassing than her reply. Rei's face was permanently smiling unless she moved or Usagi tried to touch her plate of cookies - something was afoot. Hotaru paid her no mind as she snapped at Usagi irritably but did pay attention to the stack of oatmeal cookies Makoto brought with her. Speaking of the thunder senshi, everyone noticed at once how bright and cheerful she was, flitting from one topic to the next with an uncanny smile plastered to her face. Usagi was just happy she'd made cookies and that she was smiling, that was all that mattered, right? Food and happiness? Setsuna was mysteriously absent, but as she was generally mysterious, it could be forgiven. Minako was beaming as well, although it was a smile grounded in her fantasies of what she'd do with Ranma that night. A little dribble of drool escaped her mouth and fell to the carpet. Ami was impassively watching the group with Luna and Artemis, silently mulling over the drastic change in her mother's behavior. The elder Mizuno was usually a very reserved woman, almost cold and aloof; however, that all changed after the night of her award - the night she hadn't come home. Ami was sure it had to be with her date, but why would it affect her so after nearly a month? Could her mother have a boyfriend? The idea was scandalous! She was well aware that her mother was still a very attractive woman and even admitted that her own beauty stemmed from her genes, but for her unusually celibate mother to be dating again? Preposterous! Luna and Artemis watched spacspace out and realized that no one at the meeting was going to discuss work so they went to sleep, typical cat reaction. Even moon cats are lazy. "So why are you so happy, Makoto?" Usagi just had to ask or else she'd burst. She just knew it had to do with a boy. "I'm happy because all my dreams are going to come true!" Usagi jumped up and took Makoto's hands, dancing up and down happily. "I just knew you'd found a boyfriend, what's his name? How old is he? Where's he from? Is he a student? What does he do?" The brunette just smiled secretively and shook her head. "I'm not going to tell you, I want it to be a secret!" She did want to give Usagi some clue, if she didn't tell someone she was going to burst. "It's someone you know…and that's all I'm telling!" Even as Usagi knelt and begged for the juicy details, Makoto refused to budge. Stumped and frustrated, the odango-headed girl turned to Rei. "So what are you so happy about?" Rei was broken from her daydreams and glared at her friend. "What?" "None of your business, Odango-atama, go bug Makoto some more!" Unnoticed by all, Rei ran her hand over her still slightly bulging stomach. "WAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! Why is Rei always so mean to me!????" Usagi began to bawl her eyes out until Makoto handed her an extra large chocolate chip cookie she'd prepared for the occasion. She was so happy Ranma had such a large oven or else all the cooking she'd done that morning would have taken forever. "Thanks, Mako-chan, you're a real pal…unlike some other people." The blonde managed out between bites of cookie. "You take that back, meatball-head!" Another tussle ensued, ending up with Rei on Usagi and cookie crumbs on Rei. As the fight ended for the time being and the group continued their mindless conversations, Ranma was prominent in three minds. He didn't know the trouble he was going to land himself in next. ---"???"--- Urd stalked back to her workstation. By the look on her face and the breadth of her scream, everyone knew better than to get in her way. Belldandy and Skuld appeared at the doorway just in time to see Urd lean over her console and slam her fists through it, Skuld realized she'd have to fix it later. At that moment getting in front of Urd's fists wasn't a good idea. Finally Bell decided to break the ice. "How did the meeting with Father go?" Urd groaned painfully. Obviously the meeting had gone less than well. "Spill it, Urd, just what did you do this time to earn suspension?" "Oh my! Were you suspended again? Whatever for? That relationship you had last night was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, why would Father do such a thing?" Urd mumbled something incoherent. "I'm sorry?" Bell walked up closer. "He suspended me because I tampered with an off-limits dimension and effected a change undesired. He says he likes how it turned out but that 'rules are rules, they were laid down and everyone has to abide by them, even me'. He gave me the lightest sentence - three months of suspension." "Oh my, that does sound very bad. What was the change?" "When I blessed Ranma I changed his fate and that threw the whole dimension into a tailspin. Can't do anything about it now. Father will just make a new one." Urd slid her chair to the next console and brought up an image of Ranma as he bounded over Juuban to Nerima. "I think it was worth it…" Bell waited until Skuld had stalked off in disgust before she spoke. "I think it was worth it too. Don't feel too bad, Urd, I'm sure things will work out for the best." Urd waved it off. "I wish I had your optimism, Sis." ---Nerima, noon--- "Okay, Ranma, here is the lease and deeds of ownership. This is a spare key for the upstairs apartment and this is the key for the safe." Tofu handed Ranma an envelope with the keys inside before straightening and looking around at his clinic. "You know…I guess I really will miss this place. I've had some great memories and patients between these walls, well Ranma, I wish you the best of luck and I hope you too have wonderful memories of this place someday." The older man was dressed in a black suit, a jarring clash with his normal black gi, and a pair of black sunglasses poked up from his top pocket. "I have to thank you again, Tofu-san, for allowing me to take over your clinic. You have no idea what this means to me." Tofu smiled knowingly at him. "I think I do, someone did a thing like this for another young man about nine years ago. Just make the best of it Ranma and never look back!" Tofu lifted his suitcases and gave his old office one last look before walking past the threshold a new man. "I'll try to keep in touch, Ranma, just to make sure you're doing things right." He smiled once more before stepping into the taxi idling outside. "Goodbye Tofu-san!" Ranma was wearing a red shirt with black drawstring pants, normal work clothes as he planned on giving the old clinic a once over just to be sure it was clean. Everything seemed in order, he certainly had enough medical supplies to last quite a while - it seemed the good doctor liked to buy in bulk. He was waiting for Makoto, she said that she'd stop by and try to help him out after some kind of study session with her friends. He though back to last night and smiled at the gentle innocence of his Makoto, she really had fallen for him bad, and he couldn't very well tell her he wasn't interested because he was. Ranma was a patient man, he would wait until Makoto was ready. She wasn't at all like Rei, with whom he had to hasten the relationship because of her own dysfunction, he really did regret what had happened yesterday. He had no excuse to do that to her, why that was tantamount to rape! He had viciously taken advantage of her weakness…he'd have to find some way of making it up to her, it's just he had no idea how. "Hello? Ranma?" He looked up from the cabinets over the kitchenette and felt two aural signatures at the door. Two? Makoto hadn't told him she'd be bringing a friend, oh well, the more hands the faster they'd be done. "Are you here?" "Yeah! I'm upstairs, come on up and bring your friend!" Ranma closed the cabinets and opened the little door leading downstairs just as Makoto and Minako reached the landing. "Good evening, who's your friend?" The blonde was broken from her stupor by the man's deep baritone, blushing crimson she bowed low. "Minako Aino, Ranma-san." Ranma raised an eyebrow but said nothing. "Pleased to meet you Minako." "How do you know Ranma, I didn't tell you his name?" Makoto brought her index finger to her mouth and tapped her foot in thought. "You…er…mentioned it on the way here." Sweat dripped down the back of her neck. "Remember?" Mako shook her head to clear the cobwebs and smiled again. "Oh yeah, I guess so, I was just a little distracted." She laughed. Ranma smiled. "I wonder what was distracting you, Mako-chan?" She blushed in embarrassment whilst sneaking a peak at her boyfriend. "Have you two eaten?" "Nope." "No." Both girls shook their heads and blushed as their stomachs echoed their admission, grumbling loudly. "Maybe I should go and get something?" "I think there was a good-looking Chinese restaurant down the street, the Nekohanten, why don't you pick something up?" Ranma rummaged in his tight jeans for his money clip and plucked a few bills out. "Do you want me to go with you?" Makoto took the bills and counted them out. "Are you sure this is enough? I know how you eat." Minako laughed out loud as Ranma blushed and scratched the back of his head, handing Makoto three more bills. "Do you want me to go?" "No, I'll just be a few minutes anyway." Makoto opened the door and left it ajar as she walked downstairs. "We won't start until you come back!" He hollered down the stairs and went back to cleaning out the cabinets, leaving Minako hanging in an uncomfortable silence. "Would you mind getting me a clean rag?" Minako sprang into action and reached into the sink, rinsing out another cloth. Ranma with Makoto? Ranma 'The Wild Stallion' Saotome with her best friend? How had she gotten into this mess, she wouldn't have dreamed in a million years that Ranma would fall for her best girlfriend. Minako supposed that her nights of wild sex with Ranma were out of the question now, at least he hadn't made the connection- "The cloth? Minako? Hello?" His head was still buried in the dark shelf with one hand reaching backward for the clean rag. She cursed her absent-mindedness and handed him the wet towel, completely unprepared for his warm hand grasping her slim wrist. With a scream he lifted her off the floor and sat her down on the counter as he stepped down off the stool. His gray-blue eyes met her golden orbs and an unspoken suspicion was confirmed. "Wh-what are you doing, Ranma-san? That hurt!" She looked a bit hurt as she rubbed her wounded shoulder and pointedly avoided eye contact. "How long were you planning on hiding from me, Minako?" There was no anger in his voice, only the lilting interrogative. "I don't know what you mean…" "Don't lie, Minako." He leaned over body, his stature baring over her frame. "How long did you plan on continuing your little disguise game?" The jig was up. "I didn't think you'd do it otherwise…I'm sorry." "I've known since the second week, your ki just doesn't add up, you, Makoto and Usagi have a very strange pattern to your auras. No matter what disguise you took it didn't change your aura." She gasped as he rested cheek to cheek with her, his hot breath blowing over her ear and neck. Her legs were splayed and wrapped around his waist. "Besides, the first week you didn't appear the same age each time." "You knew?" She gasped as his hands ran up her spine over her dress. "And you still let me…" "Hey, you're old enough to make an intelligent choice about your sex partners, you were just lucky you found me." Boy was she, she'd never go back to anyone else because Ranma's boast was the truth - he was the best! "But Makoto, what are you going to do?" Her small hands held his face down to her's and he kissed her impulsively, raping her mouth with his tongue. "We can't meet at your apartment." "Come here then, in time I'm sure Makoto will come to understand, after all aren't you two best friends?" "Mmm…yeah…" He was nuzzling her neck, nipping at her collar bone - she loved that! "Friends always share…and there's more than enough of me to go around." He stopped kissing her and lifted her off the counter, depositing her back on the solid floor with wobbly knees. "She's coming back." The doors downstairs rattled as Makoto entered. "I'm back!" He winked at Minako. "Bring it up here, all the dishes are up here!" The brunette barreled up the stairs with a massive bag of food in each hand. "Did I miss anything?" ---Tendo Dojo--- "Something is definitely going on with Dr. Tofu." Nabiki was back in the livingroom with her books, this time going over the week's take. She was still in the black but just barely after Kuno managed to score a hit on Akane yesterday. "Oh? What is it this time?" Kasumi had already taken in the laundry and was working on her father's gi, there was a wide tear down the side. "I just have this feeling like something's happening and I don't know about it!" "I wouldn't let it worry you, Nabiki, the doctor would tell us if something was going on, you know that." She bit off the thread and examined her handiwork, stretching the cloth to test her stitches. "I suppose so…" Nabiki rolled her eyes at Kasumi's carefree ignorance, Tofu wouldn't say anything to them because he was so deathly in love with the eldest Tendo, if he was going to leave or move he wouldn't want to hurt them…dumb sap that he was. "But doesn't it bother you just a little bit?" "What?" Kasumi looked up at her sister with her needle bit between her teeth, the darned stitch was crooked. "That fact that Tofu could be leaving." "Leaving? I certainly hope not, where will we take Akane when she injures herself?" Nabiki rolled her eyes again, she really did have to break her sister out of that naïve shell. "What would you say if I told you that Tofu had feelings for you, Sis?" Nabiki decided to be blunt, with Kasumi that was the only way to get it through her thick skull. "Tofu always says the funniest things!" Kasumi began to giggle. Nabiki's eye began to twitch. "He's so silly, I don't see how you can take him so seriously, Nabiki, he's such a kidder!" Nabiki's pencil snapped in her grip. "Besides, who told you he was leaving?" "I can't name names." Under the floorboards of the Kuno Estate, Hikaru Gosankugi sneezed. "Suffice it to say the information is reliable. I just don't know when it's going to happen." "I wonder if a market will go in where the clinic is? That would be so convenient!" Kasumi smiled with the happiness of one who has no clue what was going on around them. For the third time that day, Nabiki Tendo's face was imprinted in the wood of their tea table. "Oh my! Are you feeling well, Nabiki?" ---The Mizuno Household, evening--- Ami was awakened by the clink of silver and the ring of glasses being set downstairs. In bed, she surmised that her mother had discovered her asleep again at her desk, really that was unlike her to nap. The Mercury computer sat on her nightstand but there were no messages, it was good then because she had needed the sleep, the situation with her mother was really haunting her thoughts. Her mother had gone from cold and professional to lively and talkative in the short span of a month, something had undoubtedly occurred, you didn't need an IQ of 150 to realize that, but the question was what? Ami was fairly certain it had to do with her mother's date, perhaps she was right in her first assumption, maybe her mother had a boyfriend. After ten years of celibacy Ami could well believe that an encounter with a nice man would jumpstart her mother's life again. Oh well, best to go downstairs and find out what all the commotion was about. She slipped on her slippers before she walked out onto the bare wood floor of the hallway and crept down the stairs. Sure enough, there was her mother, dressed in a tasteful yet seductive black one piece held up with two spaghetti-string straps, setting the table for three. As she walked into the livingroom, Chisato noticed her guest and smiled warmly at her daughter. "Oh! Are you awake, Ami?" "Yes, Mom, why are you all dressed up tonight?" Ami wiped a bit of sleep from her eye. Chisato's smile turned all to teeth, her lips splitting to show her pearly whites. "We're going to have one of my colleagues over for dinner. He's rather new to the medical community so I want you on your best behavior." "Yes, Mom." Colleague? Could this be the boyfriend she'd speculated so much about? Would she finally meet her mother's beau in the flesh? "Now go upstairs and get dressed, he'll be here soon." With that Chisa continued setting the table and lit two candles, clearly the dinner was very important to her. Ami plodded back upstairs to wait for the arrival of her Mr. Enigma. She decided to dispense with the bath, after all she hadn't done anything strenuous that day and changed into a pair of black slacks and a white men's shirt with her favorite black sweater over. Ami looked through her paltry jewelry box and decided on a pair of pearl studs her mother had bought last year. Looking in the mirror and satisfied that she looked presentable, she opened her door just as the bell rang. Ever the curious senshi, her mop of soft blue hair peeked over the railing of the stairs and spied the man as he entered. He was taller than her mother, although that was no mean feet as the genes in her family seemed to bear short women, and wore his raven hair in a pigtail lying down to the small of his back. He wore a pair of _very_ tight black jeans and a white mandarin-style button down shirt, Ami tried her best not to drool at the man as he walked in and waved at her over the railing. She was supposed to be over such frivolous things as her libido, she was the brain behind the Sailor Senshi, she couldn't just start becoming like Minako or Makoto and certainly couldn't afford to turn into Usagi…shudder. She collected her wits and forced herself down the stairs where the man was seated at the table, her mother already pouring wine for the two of them. "Ah, good, Ami." Chisa stopped doting on Ranma long enough to cross over and put her arms around her daughter, ushering her closer to the table. "Ranma, I'd like you to meet my daughter. Ami, this is Ranma Saotome, I just helped him with a job in the Nerima district." "We really should have gone out to dinner to celebrate, Mizuno-san, I didn't want you to cook on my behalf." He pointedly gazed into Ami's eyes and the blue-haired girl was immediately lost in the stormy eyes of her true love! It had to be! She knew that this man was her one and only…she'd never believed in love at first sight until now but she was helpless under the pressure of her neglected libido and pulsing hormones. "Nonsense! I should be thanking you, Ranma!" Chisa took in the ripple down the leg of his jeans and licked her lips. "Nice to meet you, Ami." Ranma leaned down a bit to shake her hand. "I've heard a lot about you from your mother." "The…ah…the pleasure is all mine, Ranma-san." She blushed furiously as they sat down at the table. Ranma was getting worried, so far every girl he'd met in Juuban blushed when he spoke to them even the old women! It was getting kind of creepy. Must be something taught in the schools (Shojo Romance 101)… Truth be told, Ami couldn't remember much of the meal, she was so wrapped into watching Ranma that the three hours flew by like seconds and the dinner was followed by coffee and talk. Ami was seeing hearts by the time he left, donning his coat and thanking her mother for dinner. "I hope to see you again, Mizuno-san, goodnight Ami." Ranma smiled at the mother and daughter before sweeping out into the night. Chisa and Ami both felt their hearts rise into their throats when he smiled at him. "Well…it's getting late, Ami dear, I think I'll get to bed now." The itching betweer ler legs was becoming quite the distraction, so much so that Chisa found herself unconsciously sashaying up to her room, grinding her lips together. "Good night, dear." "'Night mother." Ami sat down at her desk after the whole affair was over and curiously enough felt her panties wet with fluids. It had never happened to her before, no man had ever given her that reaction. Instinctively she slid her thin fingers between the elastic of her panties and teased herself, her manicured nails scraping against her clit as she rubbed her vulva roughly. Down the hall Chisa called the hospital and told them she'd be a little late for work the next day, she wanted to get a quickie in beforehand. ---Monday morning, Nerima--- A faint cry of 'I HATE BOYS' could be heard drifting in the morning breeze as Ranma prepared for his first day of work. As he swept the front porch he dismissed the ghostly wail as a figment of his imagination. Dressed in a clean slate gi like Tofu normally wore, Ranma was casually ignored by the plethora of people passing by. Last night had been strangely satisfying, he'd finally cleared the air with Minako and properly thanked Chisa earlier that morning. Repeatedly. The woman could suck like a vacuum cleaner and scream like a banshee. Of course with all the shenanigans and goings-on last night he'd had very little sleep, first Minako appeared on his balcony without her disguise, then there was a daemon attack in the park a block away and finally Chisato's appearance. Ranma yawned hugely in the warming sun and leaned against his broom. If he were fifty years older he'd say he was getting too old for such a schedule but as it was he couldn't come up with a good excuse. A good many of the previous doctor's patients had died in the past two years, all unfortunate accidents on the street (buildings caving in, martial arts competitions and the like) or unpredictable heart attacks. As such Ranma found himself without a great deal of work, no wonder Tofu left - the damn boredom was getting to him already! And it was his first day! "Excuse me…? Could you tell me if Doctor Tofu is in?" A short brunette appeared next to him in a high school uniform he recognized as belonging to Furinkan, the school just a few blocks away. "No he's not, I'm afraid, is there anything I can do?" Ranma propped the broom up by the door and invited the girl inside. He could tell the girl was in a hurry. "Uh…the nurse at Furinkan ran out of plaster and bandages, would you happen to have any?" Satori looked around at the newly rearranged lounge as the tall man smiled and ducked in back. She heard the clatter of glass and shuffling of cardboard sliding against tile. Ranma reappeared out of the supply room with an opened box filled with the needed supplies. "Just what does she need so many bandages for, is there a war?" He smiled as he set the box down on his desk. The girl looked at the changes to the office and the new décor. At her right and left were shoe-racks, the same as were there before, in front of inset planters. In front of her was the curtained doorway to the storage room with a sturdy table proudly displaying pamphlets of various sorts. After the shoe-racks on her left was a shrine. Ranma watched in bemused interest as the girl walked further into his office and looked around, no doubt things had changed. As one walked into the office and turned to their right there was now a reception desk in front of the window which couches previously occupied. The couches had been replaced with newer models, black leatherette material, and next to the desk in the corner sat a new water bubbler. The examination room was where it used to be (obviously). "Do you like the changes?" Satori was broken from her wonder by the man's voice, leaning as he was by the shrine. "Uh yes…it looks very nice, but where's Dr. Tofu?" "He stepped out for a bit, why don't I lock up for a while so I can help you with those supplies?" "No, no, that's alright I can manage." Unfortunately as she gripped the bottom of the box she found the contents much heavier than expected. "Maybe I could use some help…?" Ranma laughed and picked it up with ease, throwing the girl a few rolls of gauze before leaving, he didn't have any appointments that day anyway. The first thing Ranma noticed as they entered Furinkan's courtyard were the craters and concrete dust, it looked as if a mad gunner had fired grenades from the roof. A boy in blue hakama lay sprawled off to the side, a splintered bokken embedded in the tree next to him. He sweatdropped but said nothing to the girl walking beside him. "A lot of excitement, huh?" "Every morning…" Ranma scratched his head and laughed in confusion and embarrassment. "You'll get used t …or you'll have a psychotic episode." The pair scaled the stairs until reaching the nurses office which looked more like a MASH unit, broken boys moaning in positions Ranma didn't think were even physically possible. He counted at least thirty boys with broken noses and another twenty with fractures. "Uh, excuse me…?" A dark haired woman stood from the bedside of a soccer player and looked at him. "What's with all the injuries?" "And who are you? Satori, I told you to go get Dr. Tofu!" The brunette looked down shamefaced. "Uh Tofu-san left yesterday for America." The pig-tailed man set the box down and began setting bones, healing them with brief flares of ki as she berated the girl. "I'm Ranma Saotome, Tofu-san was kind enough to give me his practice." "Give you his practice? You can't be any older than twenty, how can you expect me to-" Sakura's words died in her throat as the man manifested his aura and healed a boy's lacerations with no scarring. Of course, being the daughter of an excellent (although ugly and bizarre) priest and (equally ugly) shrine maiden, Sakura was well informed about matters such as ki manipulation but to see a Master was another thing entirely! If the boy was able to control his ki and project it into others than he no doubt deserved Tofu's position. At the door Nabiki Tendo dropped Kuno's boneless body as she heard Ranma's announcement. ---To be continued---