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Those What Ifs	By : humdrum07 Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 4703 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ryoga looked up at the Tendo house. Ranma's bedroom window was still emanating a light yellow glow signifying that he hadn't gone to bed yet, or he just slept with the light on... which Ryoga noted as wasteful, but he didn't have time to dwell on that at the moment.

“Hm... I think now's as good a time...” Ryoga started to scale the side of the house, thankful that the wood on the sides aided with that. He was nearing the bedroom Ranma was in, and ducked as his voice in the bedroom seemed to come closer and then came the sound of the window being opened slightly. He understood why. It was around 90 in Nerima, thus being very warm... but it wasn't a very smart move if the dark clouds in the sky were any indication. Ryoga had to get into the room before it started raining.

Ryoga gripped the side of the house for a few more minutes until he was sure that all movement in the bedroom had ceased. He reached toward the window sill, looking into the room, and unsurprisingly, Ranma was asleep in his futon. His father was asleep in a second futon just a few feet away, “Perfect.”

He then proceeded to quietly slide the window open even further with one hand while the other kept his body up on the window sill... he didn't want to fall two stories. No doubt he'd survive it, but it still wouldn't be a pleasant thing.

Once the window was open, Ryoga slipped into the room. He stood over Ranma's sleeping form, wanting to crack his knuckles, but fearing that the sound would wake Ranma up. So, he just decided to cut to the chase and punch him. The punch was one of the strongest he had ever given, full of the immense hatred he had built up through all those years. It was supposed to severely damage Ranma's face... if it would have connected with it, that is. Instead, Ryoga found his fist planted firmly in Ranma's futon where his head used to be.

“Wha?”

“Didn't know you'd stoop so low and fight me while I was sleeping,” Ranma planted his foot firmly on Ryoga's back, pinning him to the futon.

“Ranma... you--”

“Bastard, I know... let's take this outside, shall we?” Ranma grabbed Ryoga's ear, leading him out of the room, careful not to bump his dad.

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Ranko's eyes snapped open and she craned her head to the left to look up at Kasumi's pink stylish alarm clock. It was nearing two in the morning and she should be sleeping peacefully in her futon... but something wasn't right. No... something definitely was wrong. Years of secretly training her ears to hear the faintest noise clued her into sounds coming from outside, accompanied by the pitter-patter of rain.

She sat up in her futon, looking at Kasumi sound asleep in her bed. She wasn't about to wake up the older girl. She needed her sleep since she no doubt had a long day ahead of her. Ranko would be the one to investigate on her own. So, without so much as pulling on something warmer, Ranko quietly opened the door and headed downstairs.

Once downstairs, she heard what sounded like a pig's squeal and then footsteps directed toward the house. Ranko gulped, hoping that the Tendos weren't being robbed. Against her better judgment, she made her way to the main entrance of the house, inching ever closer to the shoji screen to slide it open and then...

“Sis... what are you doing up?”

Ranko blinked as the Shoji door slid open, revealing a very wet and very feminine Ranma in his usual white tank and yellow and blue shorts. In his hand was an angry black piglet, held gruffly by its bandana – one that strangely looked like Ryoga's bandanas.

“I heard noises...” she said truthfully; her eyes falling on the piglet now trying to bite the back of Ranma's hand.

“Sorry... I was fighting outside and wasn't aware it was gonna rain tonight,” her free hand ran through her now pink hair. It was uncanny how much Ranma looked like Ranko as a female.

“Who does the pig belong to?”

“Oh... pig-boy here?” Ranma brought the piglet up to her face, glaring at it.

Ranko reached for the piglet, oddly enough sensing some animosity from the pig and Ranma. “If it's not yours, I can take it off your hands.”

“No... sis... this is--” Ranma started waving her hands and trying to get the piglet back, but Ranko was already cradling it to her chest.

“Oh, you're filthy... was Ranma being a meanie?” She ignored the fact that the piglet was squirming to get away and was glaring at her as it did to Ranma. “Let's get you cleaned up!”

“Ranko... you don't--”

“You don't want to wake up the Tendos... good night Ranma,” she started walking to the baths on the first floor of the house.

“Oh well...” Ranma shrugged and decided to go upstairs to go back to bed. She was pretty much clean since she avoided the mud outside. Besides... she was tired. “She'll find out on her own.”

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Ranko closed the door to the outer bath, sliding it with one hand as the other held the piglet firmly to her chest. At this point, it stopped struggling and almost seemed to be in a daze. She put the piglet on a stand and began to undo its bandana, only stripping her own clothes after that task was done. She wouldn't be able to go back to bed now, but a hot bath always helped her nod off later on.

“Okay... here you go,” Ranko sat on a stool and placed the awakening piglet on another stool in front of her, then started scrubbing his fir free of the mud from outside. “You've been rolling in the mud, huh?”

The piglet's eyes seemed to widen and pupils became smaller as it took in her naked state. It was odd to her that the pig seemed to be checking her out, but she needed to get it cleaned. The piglet squirmed against her grasp which only served to tighten her grip on its fur.

“Now, now... you're almost cleaned up,” a few more scrubs and she was done. Now it was her turn to relax. She could never fall back to sleep after she was woken up in the middle of the night, no matter how much she tried. She was already clean from earlier, so she just jumped into the furo with the now squeaky clean piglet. Her eyes widened as it submerged itself and stayed submerged briefly.

“Oh no... P-chan?” she yelled the first thing she thought and searched the water for her pet piglet, thinking that she drowned him. Her hands brushed over very long fur, and from the feel of it, quite silky. She rubbed her fingers through the 'fir', hitting what she thought was the piglet's skin. Then her hands roamed even lower, aiming to scoop her hands under its belly so she could pull him out of the water; but paled when her fingers touched a set of ears and high cheekbones.

“Wha--” two hands placed themselves around her wrists, tightly squeezing and pulling her hands away from the face. With wide eyes, and completely terrified that her hands were immobile, Ranko could only watch as the unknown figure – decidedly male – resurfaced.

“R-Ryoga?”

“...Ranko...” the glare that he gave her earlier that day had returned, this time she could feel the white-hot aura flaring around him.

“Um...” she looked down between them into the water, only too aware of their state of undress.

“But you were...” Ryoga could have sworn that he saw Ranma turn into a copy of Ranko... then who was this Ranko? No matter. If he remembered correctly, SHE was the one who had knocked him into the spring of drowned pig... even though Ranma just looked a lot like his sister a few minutes ago.

“W-what?”

“You knocked me into the Jusenkyo spring... you will pay!” he tightened his grip on her wrists. It seemed to break Ranko out of her shocked state since she started trying to get away, successfully wrenching her wrists free from his grasp.

“I didn't push you into the spring...” she started running out of the inner bath to the sliding door, but Ryoga had already gotten out of the furo, grabbing the tendrils of pink hair that had escaped from her bun and slamming her into the bathroom's wall.

“Don't lie to me Ranko!” he pulled a hand back into a fist up above her face while his other hand pinned both hands to the wall and up above her head. “I don't usually hit girls, but for you I'll make an exception.”

“W-wait... did this girl have glasses?”

“No... what does that have to do with anything?” Ryoga rolled his eyes and pulled his hand back again, winding it up for a fierce punch, but Ranko's fast talking deterred him from what he was about to do.

“B-because I have been wearing glasses since I've been in seventh grade,” Ranko gulped. “I only got contacts recently...”

“You think that'll--” suddenly, he was interrupted, as the Ranko twin appeared out of nowhere, turned him around and punched him in the jaw.

“Asshole... I knew you were up to no good.”

“R-Ranma?” Ranko grabbed a towel hanging neatly on the wall and covered herself with it.

“Fuck...” Ryoga cursed under his breath, clutching his jaw. He was about to give Ranma a piece of his mind, but stopped in his tracks. He glanced at Ranko wearing a towel and then at 'Ranko' wearing Ranma's pajamas, “What?”

“May I ask what you were about to do with my sister?”

Ryoga was beyond confused, but contrary to popular belief, he wasn't completely stupid. “You!” he pointed at Ranma. “You were the one who knocked me into the spring?!”

“Wow, you deserve a prize...” retorted Ranma. She grabbed a bucket left beside the furo and doused herself with hot water just to make it clearer that he was a guy. “Look, I was kind of preoccupied... running from amazons and shit.”

Ryoga's fists tightened and his glare intensified, “And you were going to let your sister take the fall?”

“Um... no,” Ranma started. “How was I supposed to know you were stupid enough to think she pushed you... and intentionally?” Ranma then cracked his knuckles and looked at Ranko. “Did he hurt you?” He was going to kill him if he did.

“N-no,” Ranko looked at the two boys before her, blushing since Ryoga had yet to cover his waist.

“Fucking put something on!”

“There isn't anything.” Ryoga looked around for anything to place over his waist. It seemed Ranko had taken the last towel. So he opted for placing a bucket of his privates. Once he was somewhat decent, he turned to Ranko and looked at her with an appologettic look on his face. “I'm sorry...”

“No, sorry doesn't cut it asshole. You were gonna punch her.”

“Ranma, please don't...”

“What? He tried to hurt you...”

“And I can take care of myself,” Ranko looked him the eye, silently pleading with him to leave Ryoga alone.

“Fine... I'm going back to bed. This is the last time I jump in and save you,” he turned around, mumbling under his breath about ungrateful siblings and how she didn't look like she had things under control. “We'll finish this later pig-boy.”

Ranko and Ryoga were left alone in the bathroom. They just stared each other down for a moment until Ryoga finally cleared his throat. “I really am sorry... I guess I tend to act before I think.”

“O-obviously,” she looked down, not being able to look him in the eye just yet. Hell, she figured she wouldn't be able to look him in the eye for weeks after this. “Um... I'll wash your clothes in the morning... in the mean time, you'll have to be a pig... or wear some of Ranma's clothes until then.

“I'd rather stay a pig,” Ryoga shuddered at the thought of having to wear Ranma's clothing. He started to walk closer to her and placed his free hand – the one not holding the bucket – in his hair. “Again, I'm sorry...” there was a 'thud' coming from somewhere in the spacious bathroom.

“Uh... bucket...” she looked up at the ceiling while pointing to the floor where the bucket had fallen.

“Oh...” he cleared his throat and grabbed the bucket, “Right. I'll just...” he backed up to the furo and splashed some cold water on himself from the shower beside it, turning him into the familiar black piglet. “Squee.”

Ranko gripped the towel tighter over her petite frame before leaning over to pick P-chan up by the scruff of his neck. “You're lucky I'm not leaving you to Ranma right now.”

I hope I got the bathroom thing right. I read that in Japan, they clean themselves first before relaxing in the bath – I guess it's more like a hot tub – but if she's just cleaning him up, then why would she put P-chan in the hot tub? Who knows.
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