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Blind Date	By : PurseMonger Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 8567 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"I'm home," Ranma called out as he opened the door, laundry bag in hand. He kicked off his shoes before placing them neatly in a cubby, years of childhood training kicking in. He dropped his bag off in the laundry room before heading to the kitchen. He was surprised to see it empty, usually his mother was in there cooking.

He walked through the living room, also finding it empty. He expected to see his father watching TV and drinking sake. He frowned and went to knock on his sister’s door and waited for her to answer. Once she hit puberty, Ranma stopped barging into her room for fear of seeing something he shouldn’t after once walking in on her just about to change. Luckily for his mental well-being he saw nothing and she only screamed at him about her privacy instead of beating the crap out of him. Ranko opened the door a second later and he blinked at her, surprised at how she was dressed.

His sister was a total tomboy at heart, always wearing jeans and a tee-shirt whenever possible. In her defense they were always nice jeans and fitted tees but nothing like what she was wearing today.

Raising an eyebrow in suspicion, he asked, "You got a date or somethin'?"

"Nope," she said with a smile, mentally adding, Not me.

"Then what's with the get up? You look like a girl."

She punched him in the shoulder. "I am a girl, dummy."

"Yeah, yeah, but you don't usually look like one."

This earned him an eye-roll and another punch on the shoulder.

"Mom and Dad told me to get dressed and that we were going out to dinner tonight."

"What did Dad do this time?" Ranma asked, knowing that his father didn't like spending money on restaurants. He only took his wife out when he needed to either sweeten her up for something he wanted to do or make up for something he had already done.

Ranko just shrugged her shoulders. "You better go change. Mom wants us to look nice."

"Alright." Ranma smirked and quickly shot out his hand, rubbing it over her head back and forth.

She moved back quickly and swatted his hand away.

"There, now that's more like it," he said, grinning.

"Damn it! You know how long it took me to get it just right?" she complained, finger combing her bangs.

"Oh, don't go sounding so girly!" he said before turning towards his room.

Narrowing her eyes, she took off quickly, leaping onto his back and putting an arm around his neck, and using her other hand to give him a nuggy. Her brother laughed and reached up to tickle her, causing her to squeal and fidget before fighting back.

"Children, what have I said about horsing around in the house?" Nodoka said dryly, as she stood in her bedroom doorway, her hands clasped together, smiling at her kids.

Ranma turned around slowly with Ranko still on his back, her index fingers pulling the sides of his mouth wide apart. Nodoka only shook her head in amusement at the scene before her. Some things never changed and she hoped that this was one of them.

"Sorry, Mom," they said in unison after her daughter jumped off her son's back.

"Ranma, why don't you go get changed?" Nodoka tilted her head sideways and said,"Ranko, why is your hair so messy?"

"Yeah, Sis, you should really fix it; you're a mess."

Said girl, pulled down the bottom lid of one eye and stuck her tongue out at her brother, making the sound "Biii," before heading back to her room.

The Saotome matriarch walked down the hall and decided to ignore that last byplay.

The pig-tailed man walked into his childhood bedroom and flipped on the light switch before walking to the closet and pulling out some nice clothes. Although he lived on his own now, he kept some things there since he never knew what he would need, tonight being the perfect example.

He looked around the room and smiled. His parents had left his room virtually untouched; trophies on the shelf, posters on the wall, and books in the cabinet. It was all thanks to his Mom. If it was up to his Dad, his room would have been changed into a man cave the second he left for college.

After quickly changing, he took the clothes he was previously wearing to the laundry room, where he began to sort his clothing. He could have done laundry at his apartment but he never seemed to have enough quarters. Here he could get a home cooked meal and do his laundry for free!

But he didn't come home just for the perks, he came to see his family. He loved his freedom and independence, and though he would never admit it out loud, he really missed his family now that he wasn't actually living with them. His mother had always been his rock, supporting him in all his endeavors and providing a buffer between him and his father.

He had always adored his sister and probably spoiled her more than his parents when he was younger. They got along amazingly well because she had always been so spunky and never backed down from a challenge. One of the main reasons he liked to come back was to check on her and see how she was doing. He knew that she was popular and guys found her attractive, and although he hated the idea, he knew she dated. So he came home and tried to keep tabs on her and see if she needed him to beat up any guys for her. She could do it herself, but he thought of it as a big brother’s prerogative.

He even missed his father. Although they argued all the time, his father had always been one of his biggest supporters. He taught Ranma all he knew about martial arts and even spent time training him in other sports. Often too enthusiastically. His father had really strange ideas about training. He once suggested that Ranma could increase his speed by chasing and trying to catch cats. The pig-tailed boy was then forced to chase around some alley cats, which resulted in several scratches on his body before his mother interfered.

That wasn't even the worst training session. At one point his father thought he needed to increase his strength and devised what he thought was a genius, cost free system. His father wrapped his arms and legs around Ranma while he had to try to force himself out of his father's iron grip all while his father rubbed his stubble against his face. He shivered at the memory.

After starting his first load, Ranma walked into the family room to find the rest of his family waiting for him. His mother was wearing one of her nicer kimonos and his father was dressed as he always was, in a gi. But the pig-tailed man noted this one wasn't frayed or stained. It must be a special occasion.

"So, what's the special occasion?" Ranma asked.

"Nothing special. We are just going to have dinner with some old friends of ours," Nodoka responded with a smile.

"Old friend?" he asked curiously. "Have I met them before?"

"No, I don't believe you've met Soun before," Genma replied. "Now let's go, Tendo will be waiting for us.”

Ranma wondered why that surname sounded familiar and shrugged it off, thinking that he must have heard it in one of his father's endless stories about his glory days.

The Saotome family headed towards the subway station, Genma being way too cheap to pay for a taxi. They only went a few stops before getting out in a suburban area of Tokyo. They walked along and Ranma noticed his sister seemed rather chipper. Which was odd since she usually hated this kind of thing where she was forced to be on her best behavior. Or more specifically, forced to act the way their mother thought a female should.

Ranma started to feel slightly uneasy as he realized how strangely his family was acting. But it was too late to say anything as his parents stopped at a stone wall with large wooden gates. On one side of the door there was a sign that read, To defeat owner in savage combat, use rear door. He chuckled at the old fashioned marker. It was an odd thing to have at a private home, as that was usually only found in front of old dojos.

One of the large doors opened and they were greeted by a tall man with long black hair and a mustache, his face split into a grin as he looked upon his visitors.

"Saotome!" he bellowed, his arms spread.

"Tendo!" Genma bellowed in return, his arms spread, before the two greeted each other with a man hug; a quick embrace and two quick pats of the shoulder.

The tall man then bowed to the Saotome matriarch. "Nodoka, you look as beautiful as ever," he said in a much more even tone.

She bowed back. "Soun, it's lovely to see you," she replied with slight blush on her cheek at his flattery. She gestured to her children, "This is Ranma and Ranko."

They bowed politely.

"Mr. Tendo, it's nice to meet you," the youngest Saotome said with a smile.

"Mr. Tendo," Ranma said politely.

"It's nice to finally meet you both. Please, please come in."

Ranma blinked when they were let into the grounds. This place was huge! It was rare to find estates this large in Tokyo and he figured the home must have been in the family for generations. He glanced around and saw a koi pond, the house and was that a dojo? On the grounds?! Now the challenge sign in front of the gate made more sense.

Once they entered the house and removed their shoes, they were led to the dining room, where tea was already prepared for their arrival. Soun graciously served everyone then settled down, and for some unknown reason to Ranma, started asking the pig-tailed man questions.

"So Ranma, you're in college?"

"Yes, I graduate in two years."

"You’re on track to graduate on time then?”

“Yes.”

“Good, good. Now, what do you plan to do after you graduate?"

"Ummm. I'll probably work at a dojo while I save money. I plan to open my own dojo one day."

That seemed to please Mr. Tendo greatly as his face split into a wide grin and he exclaimed, "Wonderful, wonderful!"

Confused, the pig-tailed man watched Soun and Genma share meaningful looks.

"See, Tendo? Didn't I tell you that it'd be a perfect fit?"

"Yes, you are quite right, Soatome, quite right."

They clapped each other on the back and Ranma saw that his mother also had a smile on her face. He looked towards his sister only to find her trying not to laugh. Feeling like he was missing something important, he was about to ask what they were talking about when he heard the front door open and a voice call out, announcing her arrival. He quickly put two and two together, figuring that he was being set up on another blind date.

He groaned to himself and looked towards the hall connecting the two spaces. His eyes widened in surprise at the person who entered.

Ranma was embarrassed at the situation he found himself in. At this rate she was going to think he was some kind of stalker. He looked quickly towards his sister and she gave him a cheeky smile before they both turned their attention back to the woman that just arrived. She scanned the room with a polite smile until she saw him. The confused look she gave him confirmed his suspicions that she had no knowledge of their parents scheming either. So, when she called his name, he could do nothing but apologize.

"Akane, honey! Welcome home!"

"Hi, Daddy. Umm...what's going on?" she asked with a stiff smile.

"We have guests! Isn't that nice?"

"Yes, I can see that. But you should have told me earlier so I could have come home and made dinner."

Soun laughed awkwardly. "I ran into Saotome while I was out for lunch and after catching up, we decided to have dinner tonight. It was a happy coincidence that neither of us had plans. I'm sorry, I completely forgot to call you. But don't worry, I've already ordered dinner and it should be here shortly. You can c-cook next time."

Soun smiled brightly, hoping she would buy his story. The old friends had planned for this dinner as soon as Akane had told her father she would not be going on a second date with the Saotome boy. The Tendo patriarch had purposefully not told his youngest daughter for fear that she would avoid dinner but mainly because he didn't want her to attempt to prepare dinner. There was no way he would let his little girl cook for any potential suitors for fear they would get food poisoning and run away in fright.

Akane narrowed her eyes slightly at him but kept the smile on her face. There was no way she believed that cockamamie story, however she wasn't about to make a scene in front of guests.

"Akane, this is Genma, Nodoka, Ranko and I believe you know Ranma," Soun said, introducing her to the the Saotome family.

She bowed politely at them all and said, "Hello, it's nice to meet you all. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to change and be right back."

"Please don't feel like you need to change for our benefit," Nodoka said kindly.

"Don't worry, I was going to change once I got home anyways," the blue-haired woman said with a smile before turning around and headed upstairs.

Privately Ranma agreed with his mother, she really didn’t need to change. He liked her outfit for it showed off her figure to perfection. She was wearing ankle length distressed skinny jeans that had holes in one knee and small rips along her thighs. She paired it with a simple white tee-shirt that had Fairy Tail printed in block letters on the front along with chibi characters on them wearing beach wear. He guessed this meant that she was into anime, which was surprising to him. She didn't seem like the type. But it wasn't what was on the shirt but what was in them. The shirt was very snug and his opinion from the other night was reaffirmed, the chick had an amazing rack. As she walked away Ranma couldn't help but notice she had a really nice ass, too. He looked away quickly though, not wanting to get caught staring.

To his relief, his parents and the Tendo patriarch seemed to be having a quiet discussion and he was able to turn his attention to his sister.

"You knew about this, didn't you?" he asked accusingly.

"Yup," she replied, popping her ‘p’.

"Then why didn't you give me a heads up?" he growled.

"Because then you would've bailed and I would be stuck here all by myself! Besides, you should have seen the look on your face!" she said with a smirk.

"One of these days..."

"Ooohhhh. Big scary Ranma. Now I'm really frightened." She brought her arms together, fists at the bottom of her face as she pretended to shiver out of fear, her eyes mocking him.

"It's not funny! That date did not go well and she's going to think I'm stalking her or something!" he hissed.

Ranko's eyebrows shot up into her bangs, her eyes wide in surprise. "You're telling me, Ranma Saotome actually struck out with a girl? That's a first."

"I didn't strike out," he said defensively before he sighed. "I-it's a long story. I'll tell you about it later. But she does not like me and this is going to be awkward enough but I know that they," he said, gesturing his head at their parents, "are going to do something really embarrassing and make it worse."

The redhead knew that he wasn't one to get agitated easily, so this must really have bothered him. Now feeling a little bit guilty about lying to her brother, she patted him on the shoulder in comfort.

"Don't worry. It'll be fine," she said reassuringly.

While they often teased each other, and were really competitive, they always had each other's backs. So she would help him out now and would only tease him a little bit about it later. Okay, she'd be merciless, but he owed her.

They turned their attention forward to see all three parents looking at them questioningly, which wasn't surprising since they weren't being subtle with their whispering. Ranma cleared his throat and grabbed his teacup, taking a quick sip. Ranko just smiled angelically at everyone, which fooled only Soun; her parents knew better.

Just then Akane walked into the room and took a seat opposite of Soun, with Nodoka on her left and Ranma on her right. He was surprised that she had changed so quickly. All the girls he had ever dated took forever to change their clothes and get ready.

She looked...cute was the only word he could use to describe it. She had put on a white Peter Pan collared blouse tucked into a light pink skirt that stopped mid-thigh. The outfit somehow hid the curvy body he knew she had and made her look so innocent. He was once again surprised that this could be the same girl he saw in that club.

"I'm sorry that took me so long."

"Don't think anything of it. You look beautiful, by the way," Nodoka said.

Akane blushed slightly at the compliment. "Thank you."

"So, Akane, you're in college right?"

"Yes, I'm half way through my second year."

“Are you enjoying your classes?”

“Very much. I’m learning a lot and the subjects are all so fascinating.”

"That's wonderful to hear. What are you studying?"

"Business with a minor in drama."

Nodoka raised an eyebrow at this. "That's an interesting combination. What do you plan on doing with those majors? Do you want to be an actress?"

"Oh, no. I don't plan on going into entertainment. Drama is fun and I’ve always enjoyed acting, dressing up and playing different characters. It also helps me learn voice control and how to get and maintain the attention of groups of people, which is why I am minoring in it."

"Really? Is that important for what you plan on doing when you graduate?"

"Yes, I'm going to reopen the dojo full time, so…”

"You are? You never told me that," Ranma blurted out in surprise.

Akane turned her head to the right. With a wide smile on her face, she said sweetly, "Your stories were just so riveting that I didn't want to interrupt you with such silly," she scrunched up her nose at him, "details." She took a sip of her tea delicately, her face serene.

The pig-tailed man shrank into himself. He felt about two inches tall at that moment. Next to him, Ranko had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. She was surprised that the blue-haired girl had slapped him down so effectively without even raising her voice. She made a mental note to get all the sordid details of their date from Ranma later.

The blue-haired girl turned her attention back to Nodoka and continued her explanation. “I’ll need to be comfortable in front of groups so the acting will come in handy and the business degree will help manage run the dojo successfully."

Soun smiled proudly at his daughter.

"So, that means you've been trained in martial arts?" Genma bellowed, finally interested in the conversation. He knew from his conversations with Soun that she was going to reopen the dojo but he didn't have details on her skills as a martial artist.

"Yes. I have some training."

"Some? Akane, sweetie, stop being so modest! Akane here is a second degree black belt," Soun said proudly, puffing out his chest. He never missed an opportunity to brag about his wonderful daughters.

"Oh really, that's pretty impressive, Tendo. Ranko is also a second degree black belt and Ranma is a third degree black belt!" Genma boasted, his competitive nature driving him more than parental pride.

"You must be so proud! Did you know that Akane placed first in in her division all four years of high school?"

"Ranko has also placed first the last two years and is a shoo-in to win again this year. She may even make nationals. Too bad they are in different divisions, they could have competed with each other."

“Yes, that would have been very interesting indeed, Saotome.”

"I can also leap buildings in a single bound," the redhead said dryly.

“In heels? Because then I would be impressed,” the blue-haired girl said with a straight face.

"So how about it, Akane? After dinner, we take this outside and settle this."

"Two women enter, one woman leaves; Thunderdome style."

"And of course bragging rights goes to the victor’s parents."

The pair smiled at each other as their father's laughed at their joke.

Akane tilted her head to the side as she said seriously, "You know, we should totally do it."

Ranko's smile turned to a confused frown. "I was only joking..."

"No, I don't mean we should beat each other senseless. But how about a spar? We do have a dojo conveniently located right outside."

"Well, I'm not really dressed for it."

The youngest Tendo waved that away. "You can borrow something of mine, but only if you want to,” she added hastily. Feeling a little embarrassed, she explained, “It's been a really long time since I've had a good spar."

Ranko shrugged. She was always down for a good match. "Fine, but don't expect me to go easy on you."

"You better bring it."

"Oh, it's already been brought!" she said, moving her neck in a circular motion.

The girls glared at each other for a moment before breaking out in giggles. The rest of the table looking on in confusion.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

“That must be the food. I’ll get it, Daddy.”

Akane put on some slippers and went to the front gate. When she opened it, her eyes widen in surprise at the sure volume of food her father ordered. She was going to have to make multiple trips to get everything back. She signed the credit card receipt and started taking the packages from the delivery man. She was just about to put the first two bags on the ground when suddenly a pair of masculine hands took them from her. She looked over to see Ranma standing next to her.

“I’ll take these, and these.” He said quietly, grabbing two more bags from the delivery boy.

“Umm…thank you.”

Akane took the remaining two bags before she thanked the delivery boy and closed the gate.

Ranma cringed at the awkwardness between them. After the blue-haired woman left, his mother looked at him meaningfully and said, “Why don’t you help her with the bags?” He had wanted to help her without his mother’s prompting but that gave him the excuse he needed to get up. If he did it on his own, then his parents and Mr. Tendo might get the wrong idea about his intentions.

He cleared his throat loudly as they started back. “I didn’t know where we were going for dinner until we got here, and even then, I didn’t realize it was your house. Sorry for blindsiding you.”

She had figured that much for herself. After their first two meetings she doubted the man would purposefully seek her out.

“It’s fine,” she said stiffly.

They reached the front door, Ranma stepping ahead of her and opening it for her. He followed her into the kitchen and placed the bags on the counter.

“Why don’t you go back inside? I’ll get everything ready and bring it out,” she said with her back towards him.

“Sure,” he said with a shrug. He had tried.

Akane spent the next few minutes plating everything, gathered all the necessary plates and flatware while she made more hot water for the tea. She knew her family didn’t trust her in the kitchen but making hot water was one thing she could do confidently. She was just about to start brining things out to the dining room when Nodoka and Ranko came into the kitchen.

“Here, let us help you with those,” the Soatome matriarch said. She skillfully grabbed three plates and walked out of the kitchen.

The redhead grabbed the pile of plates and flatware before rolling her eyes and saying, “Mom’s really into the traditional housewife thing.” She shook her head in exasperation.

The blue-haired woman giggled and grabbed two plates and they left the kitchen together. Once everything was set out, everyone began to eat. It soon became clear why her father had ordered so much food, the Saotome males seemed to eat at least three times the amount she did. Even Ranko seemed to have a healthy appetite too, eating much more than Akane normally did. The blue-haired woman wondered how that was possible with the redhead as petite as she was, but chalked it up to good genetics.

After everyone was done, the three women cleared the table and then Akane brought out a tray of redbean mochi that her father ordered for desert and placed it on the center of the table.

Seeing that his daughter wasn’t eating the treats he ordered specifically for her, Soun asked “Akane, why aren’t you having any? These are your favorite.”

“I’m on a diet, Daddy. I’ve been told I’m getting a little thick around the waist.”

She took a sip of her tea and saw Ranma stiffen next to her. She had a moment of satisfaction before she began to feel guilty. She had been subtly snubbing him all night and while he may have deserved it, it just wasn’t in her nature to be mean or spiteful. She rarely held a grudge but something about the pig-tailed man really got to her. His rude behavior didn’t give her the right to be rude to guests in her home. She sighed to herself.

The real reason she wasn’t having any was because she didn’t like redbean mochi, it was Nabiki’s favorite desert, not hers. She preferred sakura mocha. Her father seemed to forget such details and she didn’t want to embarrass him in front of company.

Maybe she had taken things too far.

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A/N: I know a lot of you don’t really like Ranma right now, but please remember that you have only have two glimpses of him, one where he was purposefully trying to be a jerk and the second in a club, where some people go to hook up and objectify each other. This goes for both sexes in my experience. I hope you liked a different glimpse of him.
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