The Bargain

Tatewaki slipped into his school uniform for the first time in over a year, he didn’t much care for how it made him look like just any student. He preferred his Kendo uniform because it stood out and made him look powerful, however a deal was a deal and he wasn’t going to go back on his word. His family’s honour depended on that.

He didn’t want to admit it to Nabiki, but some of what she said yesterday disturbed him. He had realized that he was able to talk to other guys pretty easily, but was a bit of a fish out of water when it came to talking to girls. He’d been on plenty of dates, starting with society girls; the daughters of his father’s ex-associates trying to make a connection with another powerful family. But nothing had ever come from the dates, except a couple restraining orders. Second dates were always refused and he was never sure why. But with Nabiki pointing out to him that he was considered to be little more then a stalker; he was starting to understand why. He’d always thought that Kodachi, with her mindless pursuit of Ranma and psychotic way, was creepy. Now he realized that he was the same way. What was worse was that she was younger than Tatewaki, so she probably learned this behaviour from him.

Their mother died when they were very young and then their father went abroad and never returned. Tatewaki refused to even consider that that lout of a high school principal might be his father. Kodachi had taken it badly when their only surviving parent abandoned them and had looked up to her older brother for guidance. Now it looked like he’d steered her wrong; if Kodachi was this way, it was because he had made her like this.

Tatewaki looked around his room where he had put up pictures of Akane Tendo and the Pigtailed Girl everywhere; it was like a shrine of an obsessed stalker for sure. Then he turned to his box of souvenirs: a straw that Akane thrown away with her light pink lipstick covering the top, one of her bras bought off Nabiki. A shoe from the Pigtailed girl that she lost after a fight and a hairbrush containing black and red hairs. All of it together was sad…..and kind of sick. Then he looked over to his bed where he had made love for the first time in his life and realized that Nabiki had seen his fetish; the fruit of her labour assembled all in one place. He wonder what she thought when she saw it. Did she think it was perverse? Did she think he was a sex maniac? ‘Yeah, a sex maniac that never even kissed anyone until yesterday’ he thought with a sigh.

Tatewaki had always liked attractive, powerful women and Akane and the Pigtailed Girl were both perfect in that respect. He loved to watch them do martial arts, except when they were used against him that is. Their tight, athletic body bending enticingly into positions that distracted him, so that he would lose against them. They were both so beautiful and so off limit now, he realized with another sigh and wondered if he did the right thing by accepting Nabiki’s proposition.

He knew that women found him attractive, but were repelled by his behaviour; they thought he was a creepy obsessive pervert. He had heard women say that about him, when they didn’t realize that he was listening. He didn’t know what he was doing that was so wrong. What was wrong with poetry? His mother used to love it when his father recited it to her; Tatewaki had thought that other girls would react the same way. Didn’t girls like a strong fighter that could protect them? He certainly was that; he was the Captain of the Kendo club for Kami’s sake. He was also a strong leader and adored by all; the males that is. According to the females, he might as well not exist, except to make them laugh when he was defeated and knocked unconscious.

He should be happy that he had someone to sleep with now, but wasn’t quite enthused that he was little more then a masturbation tool for Nabiki. Despite what people thought, he just wanted a girlfriend that wasn’t after him for his money, but for him alone. He wanted someone he could spoil rotten and take on lots of dates, not to show her off, but because he wanted to show her a good time. Someone who he could feel happy with, someone he could sleep with; someone he could love. He would be completely faithful to her. But she never came, so instead, he'd traded the virginity that he intended for her, for meaningless sex.

He had wanted his first time to be special and romantic, with silk sheets, wine and candles. He had made the mistake of telling this to a close male friend once and they had made fun of him and called him a chick. So he learned to keep this to himself.

Nabiki puzzled him; he’d never thought her as being at all interested in sex. She’d always seemed like her only needs were money and power and that her body was merely a vessel to move her highly intelligent brain around. Yet, when they’d make love yesterday, she’d clung to him and cried his name. She’d showed an emotional side to him alone, that most people didn’t even realized existed in the ‘Ice Princess.’ Did she feel anything for him at that moment?

He sighed and left for school, pausing to pick up his wooden practice sword by the door, then remembered his bargain and put it back down.

He was so preoccupied with his thoughts, that when he saw Ranma and Akane, all he said was “good morning Akane, good morning Ranma” in distracted sort of way and turned the corner, heading in the direction of his homeroom.

Ranma turned to Akane “Did Kuno just say good morning to you without adding anything, like ‘Fierce Tigress?’” he asked confused.

“I think that was Kuno. I wonder why he isn’t wearing his Kendo uniform?” Akane replied, equally as confused.

“He didn’t have his sword with him either” pointed out Ranma.

“Perhaps he was replaced by an alien? He sure isn’t acting like his usual self,” said Akane.

Nurses Office

It had been a few days since they had had sex and Kuno had been keeping his word so far; to the shock of all of Furinkan High School. Kuno and Nabiki were in the Nurses Office again, but for a different reason this time.

‘A nosebleed, a paper cut, there are all sorts of reasons for someone in a school this size to come in here at any moment’ thought Nabiki, she couldn’t stop blushing as she lay on the futon with her panties removed and her skirt pushed up while Kuno ate her. He licked her clit like a starving man and delved into her entrance itself, to savour the sweet nectar flowing freely onto his tongue. Nabiki had her hands over her mouth to stifle her moans. Kuno slipped his fingers inside her and pressed them against her g-spot. She gasped, ‘where did he learn how to do that?’ she wondered then arched her back as he started rubbing it hard, driving her over the edge. Nabiki screamed behind her hands and relaxed against the futon while Kuno rose up and kissed her, she could taste her juices in his mouth. Then she felt him rubbing against her entrance and realized that he must have pushed his pants down, baring his cock to take her. “We can’t do this here!” she gasped with her face burning.

“I’ll be quick,” he promised as he slid into her, he muffled his groan at feeling her surrounding him as he invaded her sacred womanhood. He hooked his arms under her knees, to push her legs back as far as possible, so that he would stroke heavily against the place that he read about on the internet the night before. Every stab was like a burst of pure joy in Nabiki, she stopped thinking for once. This moment was all about his scent, his lips and his cock, until with a muffled shout of triumph, she was swept away to climax with him.

Kuno let her use the washroom first, then handed her panties; she actually giggled as she shimmed into them.

“Bye Nabiki Tendo” he said as he kissed her one last time and she let him.

She quirked her brow at him “Bye Kuno-Baby”

She slipped into the hallway without a backwards glance, looking as unapproachable as ever.

Kuno waited five minutes and exited the opposite way, her taste was still on his lips, this caused him to smile.