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Chapter List
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Note: This chapter was originally clean, but I spliced in
the side-story. You may want to keep in mind that the sex wasn't intended to
happen, for the sake of the story, at least. Enjoy!

Chapter Four

"That wasn't the worst of it?"

Ranma stepped off
the boat, whistling away as she practically skipped like a nymph to the nearest
portside inn. Well before they had set
out, it was her decision to get some rest in a real room on real land in a real
bed upon their arrival in China.
Considering that she had been a raging bull on making the decree, she
was met with more support than opposition.
Of course, the eighteen total hours later found her with a smile of her
face -- the stressful voyage over the Sea of Japan had ended and Ranma was on
the top of her game.

The first thing
she had done upon discovering that the pain had, while gradually, soon
disappeared, was smack P-Chan around a bit when she found the swine in a
less-than-bitter turn of luck. Of course, she was quick to find that Akane was
not as happy -- even after the . . . pleasant rest they had shared. While Ranma didn't really want to bring it
up, she could swear that Akane had been hugging her pretty tightly when she'd
woken up.

The rest of the
troupe soon followed her off the ferry, Akane giving Ryouga a pat on the back
as he stumbled to dry land. "She
hit me so hard," he whimpered. The
raven-haired girl sighed, guiding him to the nearby inn to which she saw Ranma
retreat. She tugged at her newly changed
clothes, sighing slightly.

"Well,
whatever it was, I'm sure you only deserved part of it."

Ryouga gave a
murderous glance to his umbrella, considering its possible uses, as he broke
from Akane's gentle guiding. Patting it
against his hand, he pardoned himself to go the bathroom. You're
mine next time you redheaded creep. . .

Moaning as her
tired mind shook hands with her weary body, Akane sat down in the lobby with an
exhausted slump after watching Ryouga flitter off. Not only was it far too sunny outside, but
the heat that followed the clouds was also unbearable. Monsoon season indeed -- she was baking!

Looking around to
the cathedral lobby of the two-story motel, she took in the pleasant mixture of
navy drapery against rose, pearl-splashed walls. Below the red stood a tall white baseboard
against which many oak tables sat, each complimented by one or two cushioned
chairs. The style broke down at the
furniture -- mixes of fabrics, hues and ornaments swarmed around the room and
over the large, cream-color floor rug.
It covered a glossy tile floor, making the area she sat in appear to be
an all-for-one auction. Lamps, sofas,
chairs and tables were spread all over, order coming to chaos where she
sat. Further back, under the second
floor balcony stood a few doors leading to kitchens, bathrooms and what she
hoped was a nice onsen. Across from the
entrance were the clerk's desk and a set of stairs leading up to the long
second floor.

She was just a
little surprised by the port-town's motel.
It was a bit more luxurious than she had been expecting from its
cracking facade. From the outside, it
definitely didn't appear to be the most expensive place in Nanking --
not to say that it was, but for comparison's sake it looked pretty poor. As she watched the rest of her crew filter in
through the door and nearly drop dead to the ground, she grinned almost happily
to be alone with her thoughts for a few moments. Watching Ukyou fall onto a couch shortly
after Shampoo did left her stifling giggles, neither of the two drowsy girls
realizing that they were now sharing the same sofa. Saotome asked about the nearest public onsen
and was just as quickly gone, grimacing as Cologne refused to leave his
side. The old bag was probably the best
rested of them all, having taken part in none of the excitement.

Idling with her
fingers, Akane sat back in the chair, watching the few patrons go back and
forth. She debated as to whether this
stop was truly necessary, wondering if they should get right into to
jungle. After all, the longer he was a
she. . .

"Well, it's
not for me. This is for Ranma. If she wants to waste time here, then so be
it." Furtively, she sniffed her arm, immediately taking to
reconsideration. "Actually, I could
use a bath. . ." She was suddenly overtaken by a yawn as she found the
chair to be much more comfortable than when she'd first taken a seat. Agreeably, the ruckus that had occurred on
the ferry left the teenagers drained; why it started, however, was still a
mystery to her.

"Ranma,"
she said sleepily, "what did you do. . . "

--

What do you mean?

They're words, you moron, she
cried, don't you get it?

Why are you so upset?! Excuse me if I don't understand!

Fine!
If you don't understand, I take it back!

Then we don't have a problem!!

FINE!

"Akane!" Ranma woke with a
jolt, panting slightly, her chest rising quickly under a stream of light cast
in by the porthole. She tried to still
her breath, bits and pieces of the dream floating away in an instant, others
remaining painfully clear in her mind.
Nearly choking on the idea, Ranma gravely mumbled the last few things
she could recall. "I love you. . .
?" Paling, she rubbed her eyes, a few hours rest not doing her much
justice. The ferry ride was taking far
longer than expected as monsoon season was coming to par -- high winds were
threatening on the Chinese coast for a while more. The ferry couldn't clear yet so it was up to
the passengers to play the waiting game.
Frankly, that game sucks.

"I gotta
pee. . ." For a moment, she was sure everything was okay. She could see the floor, she could see her
feet, and she could see her feet touching the floor. But for some ungodly reason, she was not yet
standing up. "Wait a second."
Another look down gave her the finalized realization that two arms were tightly
wrapped around her waist and that a body was very closely pressed to her
back. As her senses came to, the feel of
a soft breath along her ear and a gentle curve on her flank gave her a small
chill. "I swear t'God, if Ryouga
tried something--" Looking back, ready to knock P-Chan's human block off,
Akane's sleeping visage startled the life out of her. After a few moments of a shocked stare, Ranma
wormed herself out of the amorous grasp, resting her hand on her chest where
her heart was suddenly pounding.

"Akane. .
." On cue, the girl curled up and, having lost her pillow, hugged herself
with a slight whine. Like the scene was
slapping her around, Ranma bit her finger, looking away to the floor. "Wh-when did she get so cute. . .
?" Sighing, she shuffled back over to her, pulling a blanket up from the
foot of the bed. She spread it out,
stretching it up to Akane's shoulder, unable to even think as she couldn't help
but gaze at the girl below her.

"Ran-chan?"
She whipped around, jumping slightly when she saw Ukyou stand in the door. "What're you doin'? It's dinnertime."

"Right! Ri- I'll be there in a minute." The chef
gave her a suspicious glance, but unable to see Akane, gave up and went back
into the hall.

"Oh! One more thing," Ukyou said cheerfully
as she peeked back in, giving Ranma somewhat of a wry grin. "Could you get Ryouga for me? I can't find him anywhere."

". . . Do
you need me to get anyone else. . . ?"

Ukyou smiled,
plain as day. "Nah." She
turned and left, footfalls disappearing as she made her departure. Saotome
glanced back down, seeing her fiancée squirm slightly, pawing out for her leg. Ranma jumped back, toggling between leaving
or not. "I don't. . . wanna go. . .
"

She took one step
closer before she froze, hearing her name whisper through the room like a sough
of wind. She gulped and backed up,
scared out of her wits. "Ranma. . ."
Akane called again, a ring of urgency in the whimper.

Her insides going
to goo, Ranma was on the retreat, nearly slamming the door behind her as her
emotions began to kick into a well-unwanted overdrive. Her back to the door, she held a hand up to
her forehead, trying to settle her nerves.
"Why do I feel like I got somthin' to tell her. . . ?"

She closed her
eyes for a moment, snarling a bit.
"Damnit, why do I gotta look for that runt, anyway?" She
stepped off the wooden door, bringing her hands up to rest behind her
head. "At least my. . . body calmed
down. Don't hurt too much no more."
Making a run-down face, she half-heartedly looked about the dank below-decks,
not really searching for a damn thing outside of her own person's
thoughts. She irked away from the
unwelcoming walls, the coat of grime nearly hopping off to grab her. She was a hardass, sure, but no one likes to
feel gross. "Girls have it rough --
I better get to that spring fast or I
might have to re-'valuate my opinions." She perked up as the smell of food
suddenly struck her nose; it was a delicious, piquant scent that she figured
she hadn't wafted in a long time.
"That's funny, Ukyou was cooking in her own room." She took a
long sniff, eyebrows arching a bit as the savory nature of it made her mouth
water.

"Twice-cooked
pork. . . ?" She broke into a run, racing for the galley. "Ryouga!!" It was a short dash
before she burst through the tiny door, a billow of steam escaping from the
room. She covered her face, hissing as
the hot air burned her eyes. Coughing
and struggling to see though the mist, she stumbled forward into the miasma
without even a floor to view. A
misplaced footfall, however, left her stepping on an overturned wok and seconds
later, writhing on her backside.
"Y'eouch!" she cried as fluid wicked into her pants, the
entire floor warmed by a hot-water spill.
She froze for a moment, however, when she felt a cold blast move through
the white that surrounded her. Ran-chan
quickly stabbed her hand into the air, saying, "HAH! No you don't!"

"Augh!!"
Ryouga crashed right to the floor when Ranma snatched his ankle, pulling it off
the ground. He gave another sharp cry as
the redhead gathered herself to her feet, looking painfully up to her as the
steam began to clear.

With a
canary-eating grin, Ranma brought her foot up and planted it on Ryouga's bare chest. "Nice to see you again. Did they try to make you the main course or
were you just hungry yourself?" Ryouga glanced to the side to where a
stack of spatulas had fallen but Ranma followed his eye. "I wouldn't if I were you." She let
her eyes fall below the belt for just a moment before she again met his gaze, a
blush coating her face. "Unless you
want my foot to be somewhere else."

"What do you
want?" he asked calmly, remaining still.

"Eh! What are you, stupid?" She cracked her
knuckles, lifting her foot and stepping back.
"I'm getting back at you, P-Chan."

"Shut
up!" he hollered as he jumped to his feet, pointing her way. "At least I'm not bleeding!"

Ranma began to
walk towards him, her head cast down, her eyes just as fiercely locked upon him
as his regarded her. "Actually,
Ryouga, I'm feeling much better. . ." She crossed her arms, stopping about
a meter before him. "Y'know, things
would be going a lot smoother if you weren't here. I don't need your help to get to the springs so why don't you leave?"

Ryouga grinned,
gathering his effects out of a nearby basket.
The kitchen staff that had captured him was awfully nice to have also
picked up his things. "Then why is
Akane here? Or Ukyou? Or Shampoo?
Why not go alone if it's all about you?"

"I didn't
say I didn't need their help. I just
said I don't need a moron to slow me down!"

Ryouga's fist
shot out but Ranma snatched it, sending it to the side. "Watch it, Ran-chan." Dressing and pulling his backpack on, he took a
long breath. "I know why Akane's
here, so don't play dumb." He smiled.
"I know exactly how you feel about her."

"Bullshit! I don't feel nothin'!" She screamed,
rocketing a kick straight for Ryouga's crotch.
Ryouga quickly hopped up and landed on a nearby stove, taunting her with
a laugh.

"Then why do
you get so mad when I try to take her?"

"Because she
deserves better than you! You play the
nice guy in front of her but you're a goddamn liar." She clenched her
fists, snorting. "And she doesn't
love you. She loves a pig! Why would she love you
if you can't even tell her the truth?"

"Bitch!"
Ryouga shouted, standing on the appliance.
"It's still closer than you'll get!"

Ranma paused for
a moment, almost worried, until
a memory struck her like a bolt of lightning from the maelstrom of
good-fortune. She gave him a sly grin and tapped the wok with her foot. "Somehow, I think you're wrong."
She stomped her foot down, flipping the wok up, and launched it over to Ryouga
with the resounding bang of a roundhouse kick connecting with Teflon. He quickly swatted it away, sending it flying
into a nearby sink. The faucet was
ripped off with the shred of metal and a jet stream of icy water suddenly
knocked Ryouga off his perch and into Ranma's hands. She lifted P-Chan into the air and brought
her fist back. "This is gonna be
sweet--"

"RANMA!!"

Shit.

She dropped the
squealing pig instantly, whipping around as Ryouga bounced off the floor. "Ree!" he squealed, skittering over
to hug Akane's leg.

"W-wait!"
Ranma cried, pointing between the leaking sink and the stove. "Didn't you see? C'mon, tell me you saw. I know you
saw it!" She neared a whine as she got more frantic, Ranma's heart racing
even more than it had when they were in her room.

"I saw. And I told you
not to be jealous of him anymore! God,
Ranma," she sighed, cradling the animal.
"It's just a pig! I mean, I
don't even love love it, if that's what you're worried about." She
managed a laugh, looking down at the shocked-looking animal. "I love it like you love a pet." She motioned for Ranma with
her fingers. "Come here, right
now."

Demurely, Ranma
stepped close, her guard disabled as Akane gave her a soft gaze. Of course, it left her wide open for the
thwack to the head Akane gave her as she turned to leave. "Ukyou's been shouting for you. It's dinnertime. C'mon." She was soon gone, leaving Ranma
to sink to the floor, cold, damp clothes clinging to her body and a soft throb
ringing in the back of her skull. She
watched the door, confused, as she heard a creak behind her. The kitchen staff carefully climbed out of
the pantry and gave her an 'is it okay?' look.

"I'm gonna
get that damned pig. . ."

The meal wasn't
exactly tense enough until gentle prodding from everything around her caused
Ranma to nearly explode. She, Akane and
the pig arrived just a few minutes late, a platter of okonomiyaki piled high in
the center of the small kotatsu. Genma
had eaten fast and had before long left, leaving Cologne to be
the only chaperone. It was only five
minutes later when she too slipped out on the basis of needing air. Ucchan was a little disappointed that the
Tendo girl had shown up but made up for it by taking a commanding place next to
Saotome Ranma. The redhead, however, was
not as pleased as a bit of food bumped into her lips again.

"C'mon,
Ran-chan, eat up." Growling internally, Ran-chan turned her head away and
resisted the urge to reach up and snap the chopsticks to splinters.

"Not
hungry," she mused. Shampoo grinned at Ukyou with a stolen triumph.

"Ranma no
like food? Not surprised!"

"Watch it,
honey. . ." Audibly displaying her apathy with the two battle-doers,
Ran-chan put her furtive attention across the table. Akane sat as isolated as she could, gently
coaxing the swine into finishing his little meal. Even Ranma could admit that it was
sickeningly cute. Shampoo, lacking just
a bit more tact that the King-Saotome himself, voiced her opinions.

"Ew! Treating pig like little baby! What next?
Breast-feeding?"

Sneering, Akane
turned her back to the onlookers. She
glanced back and snidely remarked, "Would it get you to shut up?" As
she looked back down, a grin smeared across her face. As Ranma was nearly
nodding off, Ukyou's clamoring having left her so that she may further bicker
with the Amazon, a squeal not of pig origin brought her eyes up.

"Awll! That's my cute widdle P-Chan!! You're Akane's little baby! Yes you are!"

Shampoo gagged
slightly, busying herself with food, now.
"Disgusting. Tendo-girl have
no tact."

"Huh,"
Ukyou mumbled, rolling her eyes, "a revelation. . ."

Paying them no
mind, Akane continued with her cooing and motherly mannerisms, knowing well
enough that her point had been made. She
looked back again, catching Ranma staring at her, a twitch in her shaded
eye. "Akane, cut it out,
already."

She responded by
sticking out her tongue, tickling P-Chan's tummy all the while. Ran-chan's teeth began to grind as she slowly
gathered up the warm teakettle.
"Akan--"

"-- my iddy
biddy P-Chan. . ."

Ranma poured a
steaming glass of water, her fingers trembling against the cup. "Ah--"

"--So kee-yute!" She jumped suddenly
when Ranma pounded her fist on the table, snapping a pair of chopsticks below
her hand. The rest of the table looked
up to him, all pulled out of personal reveries.

"IT'S NOT
EVEN A DAMN PIG!!" Startled, Akane screamed when she was doused with the
glass, her clothes sodden with an uncomfortable wetness. P-Chan, who had jumped away seconds before,
watched with a snicker.

"Ranma!!" Akane roared, rising to
her feet, pulling the edge of the kotatsu up with her.

"Uh
oh," Ukyou squeaked.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" She threw the table up onto its side,
slamming it into Ranma's face. Like a
crack of lightning, the table was shattered when Ranma's fist shot through the
upended kotatsu. Splinters and pancakes
and parts from the broken heater went everywhere along with more splashes of
hot and cold water. Shampoo shrieked,
pouncing away and landing sprightly on the nearby bed, her pink tail twitching
nervously. Akane walked through the
explosion, pushing a raging Ukyou from her path and belting Ranma square in the
face. Hissing, she stumbled back as the
last bits of table and food fell from the air and layered on the floor.
Stopping herself, she slowly rubbed her tender cheek. "Screw you!" Akane cried, her fists
balled at her sides.

"I'm getting
tired of seeing you bathe that traitor in all dat affection, alright?! It's disturbing!!" Ranma screamed.

"What the
hell are you talking about?!" Akane bellowed, her teeth tightly
gnashing. "It's a pig, you brainless, spineless, NOT masculine idiot!"

From the floor,
Ukyou slowly gathered herself, shaking under the stress of nearing the brink of
an atomic meltdown. "MORON!"

Akane turned to
her, prepared to clock her too if she had to, but was startled out of her anger
to see the enraged girl facing Ranma.
Equally as perplexed, Ranma tripped over an 'Uh?' as she absently picked
some cilantro from her ear.

"Alright,"
Kuonji began quietly, also pulling bits of food from where they shouldn't have
been, "that's the last straw.
Ran-chan, I can understand
fighting with Akane. Hell, it's all I
hear you two do. I dunno how I'm losing to he--"

"Get to the
point," Akane muttered.

"Shut yer
trap for a second." She turned her fire-laden eyes back to the redhead,
holding up a soggy platter of wood and okonomiyaki. "But you don't ruin my meal! You do not cause
all this trouble over a freakin' pig! If
she wants to get off on the damn thing, who cares?! What kind'a pansy cares about a pig?!" Ranma opened her mouth to interject
but Ukyou barked at him. "Quiet! I
know the secret so just shut up! The
fact that you got so riled up is excusable at best, but you went and screwed up
some perfectly good food! You're. . .
" she sighed, struggling for the words.
"Pathetic!"

Blinking, Akane
stumbled back and fell onto the bed next to a very stunned cat. Ukyou just sucked her teeth, looking away
while Ranma was trapped, staring forward, stuttering wildly. After a minute
without a coherent response, Ukyou gave up and left, storming from her
room. Ranma quieted down, wobbling in
place as she tried to form any sort of an answer. She took in a shaky breath, causing Akane's
attention to perk up as Ran-chan finally took an unsteady step.

"I. . . I'm
goin' to my room. . . " Before Akane could blink in surprise, she had
left, nearly slamming into the doorframe.
She merely glanced down to the pink cat, mouth agape.

"Miao?"

"What the
hell was that?"

Hugging a sleepy
P-Chan to her chest, Akane gave a quick rap to Ranma's door. "Open up -- right now." There was a
pitiful 'no' from the other side, causing Akane to suffer a deathly shiver. "Ranma, you're scaring me! You've got to be putting me on! How can you
possibly be getting so emotional?"

"Look, what
she said was true, alright?"

". . .
You're crying again, aren't
you." There was a bump and a sniffle.
Akane nearly banged her head off the door. "Alright, I'll break the damn lock,
Ranma. Don't you get that I wanna help
you?"

A pause lasted
for a few moments longer before the door creaked open, revealing Ranma's
slightly damp cheeks and glimmering eyes.
"You're not mad?"

"Yeah, I'm
mad. All my changes of clothes are in
cargo. I had to borrow this off'a
Saotome-san." Ran-chan glances down, seeing the oversized folds of her
dad's gi drape like curtains off Akane's physique. Ranma bit back a snicker, letting the door
open the rest of the way.

"What happened
to the rest of 'em?"

"They're
working off their steam with a sparring match on the above-deck." She
tugged at the gi, grumbling. Ranma
whistled, calling Akane's attention back to her.

"Alright,
help me."

"Give me
clothes, first. This is embarrassing."

Ranma murmured,
fishing a pair of pants from her bag.
"Can't help you, otherwise."

Snorting, Akane
set her little pig down on the floor.
"Give me your shirt,
then."

"Eh?"
Ranma turned, hands behind her head.
"Get real."

"C'mon, I
know you're wearing a bra. Don't be
embarrassed."

"You're
wearing a bra, too! You don't be embarrassed." Akane grinned, shutting the door.

"Ranma. . .
I had to touch your--"

"ALRIGHT!!"
Reluctantly, Ranma slipped off her jacket.
"Here."

"Black bra
again?"

"Get off it,
s'all I own," she darkly muttered.
Turning, she took a deep breath as she waited for Akane to finish
changing. It had been a few minutes
before Ranma called back, too swift to actually look. "You done yet-AH!" She hopped to a
sharp slap to the butt, turning, confused, to stare at Akane's sullen face.

"Ranma,
you're turning into such a girl. This is
really worrying me."

Growling, Ranma
sat down, arms laced over her chest.
"Yeah, no kiddin'." She dropped back, laying flat on her
back. ". . . I liked bein' at least
a part time guy way more than this. I'm
freaking out in my mind so much that I can't even enjoy this."

"What's to
enjoy?" Akane asked plainly, milling about the room, looking at the blank
dressings. P-Chan watched them like a
lifeguard, unblinking and silently stewing.

"Are you
kiddin' me?" Ranma sat up, giving Akane a good, long look. "Every guy dreams about what it would be
like to be a girl."

Momentarily,
Akane made a face. "But. . . you
could be a girl when ever you wanted, before--"

"Duh."
Ranma rolled her eyes. "When have I
ever changed back immediately? Y'never noticed that I changed with the
circumstances? You know, I fall in the
pond, I don't necessarily get right into the bathroom. . ." Her eyes
glazed over for a moment as she stared off to the side. "It's 'cause I wanted to see exactly
what bein' a girl was like without all the real crap you guys go through. I mean, I didn't let on that I liked it
'cause 'a pride, but at the same time it's nice to go for a swim without having
to wear a bikini.

"Now,
though, I got nothin' to return to. If I
gotta leave behind seventeen years of livin', startin' now is gonna be really
hard."

". . .
Whoa."

Ranma
nodded. "Yeah. Get it?
So what if this is gettin' to me.
You think you can ask me to stop being a wimp when I wouldn't normally
react this way in the first place? You heard the old bag -- I'll get even more
girly as time goes on -- so just let me alone, huh?" Ranma covered her
eyes, groaning. "This cryin' stuff
bothers me. . . but I feel better, afterwards."

Ignoring the
first few jabs, Akane settled her nerves and processed the parts that made
sense. "I know. . . I'm just worried that Ukyou got to you so easily."

". . ."

"Ranma,"
Akane asked gently, sitting down, "was all that really about P-Chan?" Ranma turned onto her side, staring at
her pillow. "Ranma. . .?" She
curled up a bit more, trying not to shiver.
She was quite startled when she felt a warm hand on her shoulder soon
followed by her jacket. She looked back
to see Akane wrapping the gi around herself again, giving her a reassuring
smile. "I promise I won't hit
you."

"You've said
that before," she muttered, pulling the sleeves down. "But. . . y-yeah. . . it's the
pig." The said personality squeaked, looking around.

"It's
harmless, Ranma, what bothers you so much?" Akane sat back, watching Ranma
mull over her words as the hands on the nearby desk-clock ticked by. She gave no further prodding, knowing that
the poor girl had gotten enough for tonight.
If however, Ranma decided to call her 'fat' or something, Akane wouldn't
give punching her a second thought--

"What?"
Akane asked.

"I said that
I can't protect him anymore. He's a
lyin', backstabbin' jerk and you need to know." She gave her first real
grin of the evening to the spot across the room, but frowned when she didn't
see her target. "Where'd P-Chan
go?-"

Chomp!

"KYYAHH!"
Akane watched, stupefied, as the piglet bit down on Ranma's hand, the said
appendage now flailing wildly through the air.
"GET THIS LITTLE FREAK OFF ME!!"

Gasping, Akane
sat up. "P-p-Chan! Let her go!" A ping almost sounded
through the air as the little black swine looked at her with an astonished
gaze. "You heard me!"
Obediently, he released his prey and gazed at Akane with question in his
eyes. She gave his rear a swat and set
him on the floor. "You get out of
here -- you had no right to do that."

Shocked, both the
pig and the girl with her hand in her mouth looked to Akane as she spoke with a
note of command in her voice.
"Go!" she ordered succinctly, shoving the little guy away with
her foot. It stumbled to the door,
looking back with wide eyes before it slowly slipped through the crack in the
port. Ranma stammered, licking her
wounds at the same time.

"What?"
Akane asked, shrugging. "He bit you
for no reason. Unless you developed
telekinesis, it wasn't your fault this time."

"Akane,"
she mumbled in awe, blowing on her hand.
". . . Th-thanks."

Instinctively,
Akane reached out and tugged Ranma down into her lap. She set to work smoothing her hair and gently
stroking her throbbing hand, quietly calming her nerves. "Just do me a favor. Find the spring, get back to being a boy and
let's get back to being how we always were."

Swallowing, Ranma
stiffened to the touch, her nerve bunching and twisting around in a mad,
constricted dance. "Always were. .
.?"

"Hey, if you
wanna stop fighting, say the word, wuss."

"That's not
what I meant!" Ranma yelled, sweat popping out on her forehead. "Have you. . . " She hushed up,
looking at Akane's crossed feet.
"Forget it."

"Will
do." Akane grinned slightly. She
knew that if it was important, Ranma would tell her when it was necessary. Then again, if it was what she thought it
was, she figured with a bit of a painful realization, then Ranma would probably
never say it. "Ah, on second
thought, Ranma, what is it?"

". . . Can
you give me a massage?" she puled slightly, her mewl disgustingly wimpy.

". . . I
swear, if you ever use that voice again--"

"I'm just
kiddin', you prude," she said brashly, wincing as nails dug into her
scalp.

"Don't push
it." The fell back into silence, Akane letting her hand glide over the
other girl's head. She was nearly
fascinated -- here, in her lap, she held what on any normal day she would call
the bane of her existence. Now, however,
she had no other desire than to just quiet her down and put the thing to
bed. Admittedly, she'd had a tough few
days and that maybe Akane had been a little hard on her. Stretching, the redhead got comfortable.

"That's. . .
nice. . . "

"I'm not a
prude," she mused to herself as she gently rubbed Ranma's cranium. "I mean, I'm touching you, aren't I?" She laughed wickedly to herself, a
little disappointed that she did not get a response. "Actually, I'm right," she said
surely. "I'm not a prude at all. .
. um. . . you. . . smell nice, for one--" she gave herself a sharp slap,
her other hand never leaving Ranma's head.
"What am I saying?!" She chuckled, sitting back, slipping into
her own lazy doze. "She can't hear me, so I guess it doesn't matter. .
." Her eye popped open as a little whimper sounded from the redhead's
mouth, Ranma still struck with shivers.

"You're still cold. . . ?" She
leaned forward, a blush floating to her face as she saw that Ranma had not done
up her shirt. Another loud clap of skin
sounded. "Stop blushing." She tipped over a bit more, reaching down to
fasten all the frogs, shirking away as her hands accidentally pressed against
what one could confuse for mountains.

"Stop being
so dumb, Akane. . ." She managed to do the last one with as little contact
as possible, still tormented, however, by the gentle noises that floated from
Ranma's throat. "Ran-chan. . .
" Akane blinked, swallowing.
"Ranma. . . what do you really think of me?" She watched as
her face twitched, giggling as her brow sloped into a brief look of confusion
before it resettled into a peaceful vista of slumber. "She can be cute, sometimes. . ."
She blinked again, feeling a red stain take residence on her face. Looking around as if to check for spectators,
she grinned to herself with a quiet sigh.
". . . He. . . can be
cute. . . sometimes." She immediately shut her eyes, bringing a hand to
her mouth. "I must be tired."

Her eyes opened
again, focusing on soft lips, Ranma slow breathing hypnotic to the mind. Akane stared, the light from the door casting
a sheen on what Akane watched. The
clouds outside wouldn't give away the twilight they hid -- it must have been an
hour or two since dinner. As Akane peered
from the porthole back to Ranma's face, a black ear poked through the ajar
door.

". . . Come
back to me, please. . ." She swallowed, leaning down as far as she could,
her breath washing over Ranma's face.
She quivered, moving down to press her lips to Ranma's cheek, eyes
flying open when Saotome suddenly turned like a lathe, presses her sleeping
face right into Akane's crotch.

"RAAAAAAAN!!--"

--

"--MA!"
Akane, fuzzy from sleep, was startled from her rest as a weight resettled into
her lap. She looked around, seeing herself alone in the lobby. She tried to control her unfettered
breathing, swallowing a lump from her throat as she saw it had reached
nightfall already. The desk clerk looked
up, startled, saying something she didn't understand. She struggled to get off her butt, looking
down in surprise. "P-Chan! There you are!"

"I say be
quiet!"

She looked back,
giving an apologetic glance to the short Chinese girl. "S-sorry." Whispering, she picked
up the startled piglet, giving it a check-up.
"Did you keep me company, you funny little thing. . . ?" She
reached the desk, inquiring about the Saotome party. Thanking the clerk, she was about to walk to
the rooms when P-Chan squirmed out of her hands. "P-Chan!" The swine raced off, back
whence he came. Akane was about to run
after but the clerk stopped her.

"Yes, yes,
pig be fine! You party say need rest so
go sleep now. No wake up rest of hotel
with pig-chase. He be with you in the
morning."

"Are, are
you sure?" Akane asked quietly.

"Yes,
yes. Good night!"

Akane mumbled a
return sentiment and walked off, constantly glancing back over her
shoulder. The clerk sighed, pulling a
net up from under the desk. "Mm. .
. twice-cooked pork. . ." She was about to exit her post when a wet,
disheveled young man approached from the shadows, a gleam in his fang and a
crack in his knuckles.

"'Scuse me.
. . could you tell me where Saotome Ranma is sleeping?"

Ranma's eyes opened, her senses fuzzed as
she awoke from a peaceful sleep. Another
whisper of wind sounded in her ear as the undetectable click of her door
closing confirmed her awaking suspicion.
"Who's there," she mumbled.
"Ukyou, if it's you again, I'll send you home--"

"No cigar, Ranma." She 'erked',
turning from her side to look behind her.
Upside down, feet on the wall and hands on the bed frame in a bizarre
act of balance, Ryouga was there, giving her a sharp grin. "Sleep well?"

She sat up, pulling the blanket around her
shoulders. "What do you want? It's. . . two in the morning."

"You tried to blow my cover."

Ranma gulped. There was an unusual amount of calm in
Ryouga's voice and, added to that, she did not feel like fighting in her
underwear. "Yeah, so what about
it?"

"Do you know what this means?"
He kicked off the wall and launched himself up, landing on the foot of the
bed. Ranma instinctively scooted back,
yanking the blanket out from under his feet.
He tripped up, off guard, and crashed to the floor below. "Yeouch!"

"Get outta here, you freak! Why don't you go fawn over your master?"
She grinned, standing on the bed, the covers acting as a cloak around her
nearly-naked body.

Ryouga hopped off the floor and back onto
the bed, sending a kick around to take out Ranma's stance. Still not at her best, she fell down with a
yelp, her blankets falling off her shoulders.
Ryouga, about the go into rage, stopped to blink. "What the hell are you wearing. . .
?"

The girl looked down and froze, caught in
a skin-showing set of undies. She
squeezed her legs together, pulling her knees back, and brought her arms up to
cover her chest. "Didn't I already
explain it? It's just more
comfortable! Don't get the wrong
idea!"

"There's a difference between comfort
and scandal. If I didn't know better,
I'd swear you were wearing a thong."

She spat.
"Are you kidding? When have you
ever seen a thong?"

Ryouga's eyes narrowed as he shot forward,
his strong arm-muscles flexing as he quite suddenly pulled her legs open. An outraged gasp caught in her throat as she
struggled to react. "Looks like I'm
seeing one now."

"It. . . it's a bikini cut,"
Ranma muttered before she shook her head, her well-toned legs kicking his grip
away. "Let go of me, dickwad!"

Ryouga loomed over her still, a fierceness
carved into his face. "All this
doesn't matter. The point is that you
tried to show Akane the truth without my being ready! Ranma, you're the backstabber! You're the ass!!"

She growled, aiming a foot for his
neck. He caught it with his hand
however, giving it a sharp pull.
"Ah!" she cried as he pushed it over the side, catching her
thigh under his knee, body-blocking her other leg. Her lower-half was suddenly
caught under his weight.

"You're not going anywhere
until I . . . pay you back."

"Ouch," she grunted as her legs
were spread further apart. "I'm
tired 'a you lyin' to her." Her hand shot out and cracked him in the
forehead but he barely noticed, catching the rebound with his free hand. She made a strained face as he tightened his
grip around her wrist. "If you do anything perverted I swear I'll
knock your face in. . ."

"Not as strong now, are you? What happened to all that speed?" He
turned the skin under his hand, burning her flesh. She refused to wince, watching his face. "You love her, don't you?"

"Yeah."

". . . Wh-what?"

"You heard me," she whispered,
relaxing against his hold on her.
"I can't take it anymore -- all this crap just keeps makin' me
realize it more n' more. Watching her
pamper you and knowing that you're head over heels in love with her hurts,
alright?" Dumbstruck, Ryouga's arms draped loosely at his sides as he
suffered a round of blinks and confused noises.
He watched, astounded as she grinned at him, tipping her head down. "Gotcha!" Her other palm, which was
slowly creeping down by her side, rocketed up and smacked his nose in, causing
him to reel back with a shout as he let her go to hold his face in pain.

"Agh!" he cried as he pulled
back to punch her, her hands having been raised to block. "I'll kill you!"

"You couldn't kill time!"
He put two fingers up, a sinister, deadly look in his eyes. She followed as his fingers launched towards
her, turned her hand to the side. Before
he got past 'bakusai,' she pushed forward and literally divided his attack in
two, stopping it; a finger rested to either side of her palm. She smiled triumphantly as his unbalanced
body weight came shortly after, causing his other hand to come forward to stop
his fall. It was then that her smile
cracked into a twitching, slightly agape mouth, her pupils small and her cheeks
crimson as his hand closed around her breast.

Through the open window came a soft
flutter of wind, the room silent but for the sounds of the night. Ranma went rigid, barely managing to swallow
as her gaze focused and locked onto the boy across from her. The bickering that had taken place just
moments ago seemingly disintegrated as Ryouga's hand failed to move from its
wonderfully lucky place. Actually, the
only things that did move were his little fingertips, twitching as they
burrowed into her skin. The thrill that
rippled over her flesh was tearing a small hole in the concept of it being
Ryouga doing the touching.

Slipping beyond reasoning ability, Ranma
just stared at him, the open window beyond the foot of the bed allowing a
generous amount of moonlight to flood the room and offer his hunkered body
detail. Ran-chan gulped, nodding her
head toward his hand.

"You wanna let go. . . ?" Ryouga
was practically swimming in the flesh, not hearing a word she said as his eyes
shifted down to lay upon her chest. She
blinked in slight confusion, her hand rising to tap him on the head. "Hey, Ryouga, we're losing you--"

"They're so soft. . ."

"What?" She suddenly gasped,
flinching as his hand gave her a pulse and a small squeeze. They didn't look nearly as comfortable
as they felt. He watched them jiggle
slightly, returning to normal as Ranma managed to pull herself back under
control.

"Ryouga," she growled,
"this is the kinda perverted crap I was talkin' about. You're gonna let me go or I'm gonna rip the
first thing that hits my hand right off'a your body." Her attitude soon
fizzled out, however, when he lifted his eyes again to reveal a sinister gleam
to their dark, mysterious, arcane hues.
She felt every urge to 'eep' as he proffered a grin. The hand she used
to block his attack swung back and out of his grasp, curling at her side.

"That's right," he said slyly,
"I still need to pay you back."

"Ryoug--" He pressed his other
hand to her lips, cutting her off.
Sensing her freed-fist shooting up to knock him away, Ryouga reluctantly
left the warm globe to catch her wrist.
She blinked and struggled, wresting against a steel grip, clawing at it
with her other hand, startled out of her fight when he lifted his leg and sat
on her waist. "Mmn uhnn aaih. . ."

"What?"

She bit at his hand and he quickly pulled
it away, avoid her teeth. "I said
'you wouldn't dare.'"

"Ranma," he started slowly,
leaning down as he quickly grabbed her free wrist, pushing both hands above her
head with one hand. She pressed back
into the pillow to get away from his leer, unsure of where exactly this was
going. "Let's say Akane had found
out. . . I'd be devastated, you know?
How do you get back at someone for ruining their cover?" His eyes
slipped down over her body again and quite suddenly, a poke to her stomach told
Ranma exactly where this was going. She
sucked in a breath, prepared to take the loud and easy way out when his hand
fell over her mouth again. "If you
make a noise, I really will hurt you." She nodded, perplexed, as his hand
slipped away once more.

"I don't want to, though," he
said calmly, warm breath rolling over her face.
"I guess that whole trip sent my mind elsewhere. But you wanna talk about backstabbing. . ."
He sighed in disgust, digging his nails into her wrist. She winced but said nothing. "I can't believe you'd try to sell me
out like that."

"I told you, I don't think you
deserve her," she spat.

". . ." Ryouga touched her chest
again, eliciting a shiver.
"Alright, so she's not the only one I want."

Ran-chan, who'd let her eyes close for a
moment, reopened them with a stare.
"You're kidding me."

"Hey," he grumbled, reaching up
to cup her chin, "you can only stare at two girls getting close for so
long before you start to get ideas." Despite the grip he held on her, she
grinned, bearing her teeth.

"How honorable of you--"

"Can it!" he whispered harshly.
"I still love her! I. . ." He
sighed, placing the shaky hand on her chest once more to calm himself as he
mumbled quietly. She edged away,
murmuring.

"Please stop doing that."

"Ranma, I'm going crazy -- and you're
gonna help. . ." She made a quiet attempt to respond but was silenced by a
kiss, firm against her mouth and spiced with cracked lips. His hand slipped from her breast and along
her arm, catching her freed hand as it sailed for his face. He pulled away, taking deep breaths, staring into
furious eyes as he moved both of her tiny hands up back above her head. "They're soft. . ."

"I can't say the same for you. You suck at this." Steam
threatened to shoot from her nose as she huffed, staring at him. Ryouga stumbled, unable to answer her odd
frustration. He ran his tongue over his
lips and quickly pressed back down, surprising her with a much lighter and
gentler touch. She stiffened as one
large hand closed around both her wrists and as the other slid down her arm,
coming to rest on her rib cage. He
released her mouth, panting slightly as he sat up.

"W. . .whoa. . ." he whispered.

Gulping, Ranma nodded. "Th-that was better. . ." He suddenly
smiled, hearing her pant causing his heart to race. As he looked down to her ivory face, he saw
that her eyes had abandoned the irritation they held moments ago. Ranma watched him carefully, her hands lying
unmoved above her head. Everything outside of her mouth was numb, it seemed,
his kiss having drawn her heartbeat into her lips. Apart from that, she felt very, very
warm. Whatever it was that had sparked
inside, it suddenly left her much more aware of his crotch, the toned outline
of his physique, the chiseled features of his face and the fact that he looked
pretty good all of a sudden.

"Hey," he suddenly mumbled,
placing his hand on her breast again, "they're hard. . ." She
shuddered as he witlessly rolled his palm over what her bra covered, squirming
slightly in his grasp.

"Ah. . . " he glanced up,
catching a blush rise to her face.
Curious, he looked back down and touched the little nub, watching her
jerk a bit. "Rng. . ." He
closed his fingers around it, giving her nipple a sharp pinch. "Ngh!" Ranma cried, arching up
slightly. Ryouga nodded to himself,
resolved, and let her hands go. They
fanned out to her sides as he placed a hand on her cheek. Her breaths stopped for a moment as he turned
her face to the side, leaning down to blow across her ear.

"R-ryouga--"

He bit her earlobe, silencing her.
"No more questions. . ."

Her soft pants resumed as she nodded. "Sure. . ." She nibbled her lip
slightly as she tightened her thighs a tad.
Ranma could feel herself getting wet and knew by the yearn in her
skin that she liked this. What the
hell did he do to me? she asked as a
haze settled over her mind, her only recourse seeming to be to watch as he
tipped down and took daring nips at her neck.
Why he liked it she could figure out, but why did she want more
of him with every pass of the second hand?

"Oh!" she cried as both of his
palms cupped around her chest, giving her a gentle, pulsing massage. She groaned against his increasingly ragged
breath, twitching pleasantly as something slithered over the curve of her
ear. Hesitantly, pausing to hear him say
her name, she brought her hands up and placed them on his back, lightly digging
her nails into his frame. Grinning as a
wave of lust swept into his system, Ryouga pulled back to face her and closed
his eyes.

"You wanna?"

She suddenly shot forward, thrusting her
head up to meet her lips to his. She
kissed him furiously, nodding her face to the side as she wasted no time in
dividing her jaw and opening her mouth for him.
Surprised, his eyes snapped open for just a second before he responded
to the embrace, the dance between the two growing hotter as the fires inside
burned brighter.

And they were really horny, too.

Gasping for breath when she was done,
Ranma dropped back down, looking to the side.
"Payback, huh. . . ?"

Ryouga was still a little trippy as he
released one of her breasts so that he may touch his lips. ". . . I-I can't help it. If it's not you, I'll take someone--"

"Fine," she interrupted quietly,
placing her hand atop his, moving it around a bit. He went along, undulating his fingers over
the globe as she continued through a sigh.
"I want it. . . but this is a one time thing, got it?"

He gulped, nodding.

Gritting her teeth as he got more
aggressive, she swallowed back a small moan.

"No getting the wr-wrong idea. . .
?"

"Deal."

She squeaked when he suddenly pulled her
top open, his cool palms coming into contact with her bare chest. Ran-chan groaned, stretching under his
caress. Her toes curling, she eyeballed
him with a faint grin. "Then no
more stoppin'. . ." He didn't even nod as he kissed her again, his tongue
plunging into her welcoming mouth. They
fought back and forth as she persuaded herself into reaching up and tugging at
his shirt. He couldn't help but smirk to
himself as she became increasingly frisky, nearly clawing his garment to
shreds. It soon dropped to the floor as
he sat back, justice given to the sharp lines in his chest by the moon in the
sky.

Ranma blinked, watching his defined body
slide down her own, hands gliding over her silky skin. She smiled in her miasma of pleasure, hissing
slightly when his tongue barely flicked over her nipple, a cold rush of breath
coming quickly after. Her skin
tightened, causing her to shiver and quake before his mouth suddenly closed
around the tip of her breast.
"Damn, Ryouga," she mumbled, pulling a hand up through the
back of his hair. "Who've you been practicing
on. . .?"

". . ."

"On second thought, don't answer
t-AH!" She gave a mighty jerk, gripping the back of his head as he gave
her a little nip. Purring for him, she
reached down to grab his other hand, pulling it up and onto her neglected
skin. He pinched and pulled as he bit
and suckled, sending her through a medley of sounds and movement. As he neared the point of throbbing right out
of his pants, Ranma finally put another sentence together.

"Lemme see it," she mewled,
wincing as he stopped his delightful ministrations.

"Wha?" he asked stupidly,
glancing up to her.

She nudged his crotch with hers,
struggling through heavy breaths.
"I wanna see it." He gave her a smirk, sitting back up.

"You've seen it before, what's the
big deal?"

"I've never wanted to see it
before."

"I didn't think you'd take to the
idea so fast."

"Oh, really?" She pointed down,
telling him to scoot back. "Try 'n'
explain it to that." As he undid the tie on his pants, Ryouga
glanced down and recoiled in surprise.

"Damn!" Abandoning the loose attire
about his legs and ducking his face down to her crotch, he marveled as he
watched her soaked underwear glimmer in the pale light. He pressed a finger to it, pulling it down
along the swollen outline of her slit, arousing a sharp cry from the girl with
whom he toyed. Her legs pulled open as
he did it again, rubbing the general area through the slick and practically
ruined set of fabric. Before she could
react, he pressed his face to her area and gave it a sudden, broad lick, the
scent pulling him closer still. A few high-pitched whines poured over her lips
as she cried out for him.

"Ryouga. . . more. . ." He
glanced down to his own excitement, relaxing back on his legs as he let his
pants drop around his bindings. He undid
the ties as she looked at him, eying him with a proprietor's gaze. He went crimson under her stares, pulling his
pants off and letting them drop to the floor to meet with the rest of his
clothes. His eagerness mounted as he
pulled his boxers off, rubicund shades of blush rang brighter on both their
faces.

"What?" he asked quietly as she
watched it shake, blood coursing through it in a throbbing rhythm. "What's so fascinating?" He
growled, snapping his fingers to call her gaze up to his face. "You think it's small or somet--"

She shook her head quite seriously,
swallowing as he busied himself with removing her undergarment. She sighed as the room air swept over her
mound and reopened her eyes to stare anew.
His eyes met hers for a moment as his hands fell upon her knees, gently
spreading her legs a bit further.
"You want this?"

"God, Ryouga, stop being so
dense!" Ranma cried, her frustration growing with the length of his
stalling. However, she quickly held up a
hand when she suddenly felt something bump against her slit. "Wait!!"

Ryouga opened an eye, swallowing the lump
from his throat. "What is it,
now?"

She reached out cutely, drawing him down
to rest above her on his fours. Quietly,
she gave him a revelation or two.
"Ryouga," she mumbled, absently drawing her fingers over his
chest as he suddenly leaned down to attack her ear, his enthusiasm pressing
into her tummy. "This is still
gonna be this body's first time -- don't kill me wit'that. I'm small--" Ranma sighed, sucking in a
ragged breath. "D-damn. . . s-so
you gotta loosen me up. . ." He let her neck go with a pop, eying her as
he donned a smile.

"I think I get it. . ." With
calculated, slow movement, he retraced his path down her body, giving her chest
a quick sprinkling of kisses before he left a long lick down her stomach. Ranma squirmed, pulling at the bed sheets as
she grinned down to him. Like a true
professional, she forced out an exaggerated moan to entice him, making it real
once Ryouga's tongue danced over her clit.

"Ah!" she cried, jolted from her
senses as a submissive mindset slowly began to overtake her clouded mind. As she approached the furthest she'd ever
been from otoko-Ranma, she called out with true feminine desire: "Oh fuck!"

Ryouga left his eyes closed as he relaxed
at the foot of the bed. His face was
half-buried in her crotch, tongue lapping out and swirling around in random,
wild circles. It set the redhead on
fire, causing her to instinctively grapple for a breast, giving the nub at the
top a very hard squeeze.
"R-ryouga," she struggled as the minutes passed; his mouth
never seeming to tire, rather, getting increasingly sporadic as he continued to
lavish her sex. Occasionally, to her
delight, his tongue would dip down and press into her -- sometimes shallow and
sometimes deep into her crevice. Ranma
was swimming before long, pulling at his hair as she forced her pelvis up to
get him deeper inside.

"Ranma," he mumbled slightly,
not removing his lips from her lower ones.
She didn't give a very audible reply, merely able to utter a small 'uh?'
Reluctantly, he pulled his face from her and wiped at his dripping mouth. She mewled, gripping his head a bit harder.

"Pleasedon'tstop--"

"Ranma, wait," Ryouga said,
swallowing her acidic taste from his palate.
He weighed the taste around, deciding for himself that it was pretty
good before he went back to his stumbling speech. "Ranma. . . I'm. . . um.
. . I'm really horny, now -- I think I'm gonna pop. . ."

Lost in quick, panting breaths, she forced
herself to sit up and pressed her lips to his, pulling him into a fierce
kiss. He fell back, catching himself as
they threatened to fall off the bed. He
pushed them up to the center, easily able to move her small frame around. She gasped for breath when her hand suddenly
danced over his member. She seized it in
her grip, giving it a tiny squeeze.

"Hey, wh--!!" His voice was
trapped in his throat upon his cock entering hers. Her mouth was a warm and wet heaven, sliding
over his member as spittle dribbled down her chin to fall to the bed. Ryouga let go of a groan, pressing his hands
atop her head before she let him go.

"There's a way for us both to get
what we want," she murmured, looking up to him as the sweat glistened on
her face. "Man, Ryouga, I'm really
warm--"

"Shh," he said quietly, gripping
her by the waist with his strong hands.
She yipped as she was lifted quite suddenly, turned around as he spread
his legs out and placed her upon him in a backward straddle. Ryouga gave her no time to question as he
grabbed her by the legs, pulling her back so that his face may once again meet
with her crotch. Ran-chan collapsed
forward at the touch, head planted into the bed next to his legs. He had a bit of a black thought but gave it
away as a burst of unselfishness surfaced -- the idea was for them both
the get something out of this but if Ranma liked it, that was good enough.

After all, the more she likes it, the more
Ryouga would get to enjoy phase two.

He stopped to gasp when her fingers
wrapped around his shaft, giving him a quick pump. "Don't worry, I didn't forget. . .
" He unfettered a deep moan, muffling it with her leg as a vacuum formed
around him, sucking the very life from his body. She continued to stroke with her hand, slowly
bobbing her head along with the motion.
He tried to concentrate, letting his mouth go crazy on her nethers. His lack of direction finally coming in
handy, brilliant bolts of satisfaction swept over her every time his spastic
movements touched down on a sensitive part of her sex. Every twitch brought her closer to her end as
she was grabbed up in the emotional toss-around, her spirits, soul and mind in
tune with this body's natural desire.
She had to have it.

She suddenly released him, coughing, as
another squirt came up to burn her cheek.
Swallowing what had shot down her throat, she looked back with a
chastising snarl before it quite suddenly fell away. "Oh, y-you're good. . ." Jerking
slightly as after shocks rocked his core, Ryouga gave his going-off no mind as
his tongue was busy trying to worm its way into her. Ranma bit her lip, overtaken by an immense
thirst as she wiped what she could of the facial from her cheeks and chin. Looking at the strands that bridged across
her fingers, she suddenly sat up with an evil smirk, pulling her sex from his
face as she stuffed her fingers into his mouth. "Try this!"

Ryouga gagged as her fingers passed back
over his lips, spitting out what he hadn't taken down. "Whoa, that's salty!" He hacked
slightly as she gave him a girlish giggle, sucking any residual semen from her
digits.

"Not bad, though. . ."

"I need a drink."

She clamped her hands down on his
shoulders, shaking her head.
"R-ryouga. . . I'm ready." Her faint smile broadened
slyly. "You're not too tired, are
you?"

He rotated around, hopping to his knees as
a vigor shone through in his eyes.
Watching him made her shiver with delight as his hands rolled up along
her arms, pressing her back down to the damp mattress. "You think I'd let you beat me?"

She let go of a soft coo as Ryouga pressed
into her again, its slick surface teetering between being in or out. "Okay. . . let's see who lasts longest,
then. . ." She fought a lock-up as he pressed inward just a bit more. "I'm a girl, so you had your
handicap."

Unable to speak as the tightness gradually
closed around him, he nodded slightly, moving his palms down to brace her
quivering legs. She was dripping, hot,
and moist, and as he gave her a calming, soothing whisper, she was
relaxed. She went limp under him as he
inched forward, sending them both into silence as myriads of colors blasted
before their eyes. Finally, as she
neared the point of bursting, Ryouga spoke.

"I'm in," he said
breathlessly. Ranma opened an eye,
afraid to move. She felt deliciously
full, fearing that any unnecessary actions would bring about pain to what she
found to be startlingly painless.
Ran-chan released a heavy breath, whispering a command for him not to
move yet. She balled her fist, curling
her fingers around the sheets as she savored the hot throb deep within her,
flexing her muscles around it like she was trying to pull him further in. Ryouga gritted his teeth, the fluxes
compromising his stamina already.
"R-ranma. . ."

She moaned weakly as she gave him a tired
gaze, what was left of her smile remaining in a needy and urgent call from her
lips. "Take me, please. . ."
He instantly complied, pulling out quickly and thrusting in again thrice as
slowly. Ranma's body wrenched, thrown
through a torrent as he altered his movements to insane degrees. Boggled, she cried out for him as he did the
same, eventually abandoning the play to move to a straightforward, noisy, wet
and smacking in-and-out. The slosh of
his sex into hers mingled with their dim cries, the two trying to keep as quiet
as their inhibitions would allow; trying also to be as loud as their partners
desired. Suddenly, Ranma wanted nothing
more than to hear Ryouga scream her name.
Ryouga too, as he sped up, pounding into her as he lifted her into his
lap, wanted Ranma to feel as good as he did.

Time passed in a blur, the room ablaze
with the heat of their bodies and the burn of their passions. The flowery parts from the start were
draining out of the way as the atmosphere turned raw and primal; grunts, growls
and moans getting louder and louder, escaping into the dark night's air. Ranma shuddered, curling her toes as she was
finally spent, calling Ryouga's name as her nerves were blown from the rest of
her body. Hugging her arms around
Ryouga's neck, she screamed for him and locked around his member, her muscles
milking the daylights out of his abilities.

"Ngh!! Ryouga!" she cried again as the
wave of contractions rocked her back and forth, leaving her brain behind as she
sputtered out meaningless words and sounds.
Her arms dropped away as he followed soon after, her having gone off
tearing his endurance down to that of zero. They dropped back down to the bed
and buried himself forward, soon wasted, howling for Ranma as the moon watched
on.

A few hours later as dusk crept over the
nightfall, Ranma awoke to the strong scent of sex. She regretted moving, her legs a bit sore and
her entire crotch a sticky mess. She
didn't have to reach down to know she was coated in his and her juices. Looking
to her side she saw Ryouga, just as awake as she. "You didn't get any sleep?" she
asked meekly, rubbing her eyes. He
grinned, shrugging.

"Didn't feel like it."

She reached down and felt herself idly,
finding it still rather warm. After
another moment she turned back to Ryouga and gave him a timid and quick kiss,
drawing the covers up around her.
". . . That's the last one."

He sighed, nodding. "I figured." They both sat up,
Ryouga a little more free with leaving his nudity out there in the open. "No hard feelings, right?"

She shrugged, grinning. "Same as it ever was, I guess."

". . . So I can't just come to you
for blowjobs whenever I feel like it--"

"Get outta here!!" she hollered,
throwing a pillow at him as he covered up in a mocking show of fear.

"I was just kidding. 'Loosen up.'"

"If you don't get lost, you'll wish
for 'same as it ever was.'"

He smiled despite the threat, pulling his
clothes on as she turned away.
"What is it?"

"Nothin'." She crossed her arms,
resting on her knees.

"Regrets?"

"No way. . . " She gave him a
sideways glance, seeing that he had already finished with his attire. "You're the only friend'a mine who I'd
ever let do that to this body. . . So feel privileged, huh?"
She returned the smile but erased it quickly, hiding behind a gray
demeanor. "It was pretty good. . .
"

"Huh!
It was amazing and you know it!"

She would have argued the point but he was
right. ". . . Yeah. Sure, fine." She blushed, fighting for
her old self to surface so that she could beat his face in. Unable to find it, she was forced to watch him
leave.

He opened the door, still wearing a smile
as he looked back at her with a hidden gleam of "I win" in his
eyes. "I won't tell anyone if you
don't."

She nodded, waving him off as she lay down
on the bed, her back to his exit.
"You got it. See ya."
Ryouga left without another word, Ranma battling to close her eyes. Okay, so maybe if she were in the mood she'd
blow him, but that was beside the point.
Something about 'friends with benefits' rang in the back of her mind as
she shook her head, figuring that about an hour's worth of sleep could still be
had. "I hate that guy."

"Time to get up!" Akane called
brightly as she suddenly opened the door.
She was met with a pillow as Ranma curled up into a ball, ordering her
away. "God!" Akane shouted, stomping
up to the bed. "What's your problem
now-- what in the world is that smell?"

For the first time since Ryouga's
departure did Ranma grin, glancing back over her shoulder. Her thoughts about the other boy drifted away
as she watched her favorite prude with a renewed sense of appreciation, giving
the girl a raspberry and turning to rest on her tummy. "Nothing you'd know about."

Akane curled her brow, but didn’t give it
a second thought. "Just get dressed. You're such a pervert. . ." She
sighed, exiting, off to wake the others. As Ranma closed her eyes, hoping for
maybe ten more minutes, she became sickeningly aware that Ukyou had crept in,
and that that was her hair draped down over her. With a sly smile, she poked
Ranma in the nose.

"Akane may not know, but I do, Ran-chan."

--

They all set out that
morning, just after the rise of the sun.
Birds chirping all around them as the tree count rose; it wasn't long
before they hit the thick of the forest under Cologne's
guiding. For much of the venture no one
spoke, Akane taking an unusual lead with Ranma in a quiet tow while Ryouga hung
back with the two other girls. Amazed at
how he was bamboozled, Genma trudged along with the skeleton herself on his
shoulders. Hefting her pack slightly,
Akane cracked her neck with a sigh.
"When can we take a break?"

Cologne
laughed, her rasp surprisingly loud in the swishy, noisy surroundings. "It's only been a few hours, girl, if
you don't have the endurance, I should have warned you to not come along."
Akane sighed again, glancing back for a moment.

"Did you say
something, pervert?"

Ranma grumbled,
pulling a canteen up to treat herself to a drink. "No."

Further back,
Ryouga also walked in silence as both Ukyou and Shampoo giggled at his
sides. They had been gently prodding him
for the duration of the hike, his seclusion too tight for him to notice. Although, hearing Akane say the word
'pervert' made his face burn.

"So,
Ryouga-kun," Ukyou said slyly, patting him on the back as a shimmer of
forest rain made the leaves above ring like rice, "we heard that you tried
to have your way with Ran-chan last night. . ."

"Aiya,
Ryouga. . . Shampoo think she have enough
competition, yes?"

"Oh,
God," he groaned, holding his head in his hands. The forest began to darken as the canopy
above thickened, a cool mist sweeping down from ahead on the path. The sounds of a gentle rainfall were evident
above, and what little liquid that made it down was warm to the touch. Ryouga placed a hand to where one had hit his
head as he looked around to the dark, green, and humid surroundings.

"Honestly,"
Ukyou sighed, "I didn't think that you were gay. Maybe Mousse, but--"

"How does
that make me gay?! She's a girl!"

"I can hear
you," Ranma muttered.

Ryouga rechecked
his words, storming ahead of the two.
"I didn't even do anything!" As he stepped closer to Ranma,
she ducked to the side, covering her head.

"Ah,
Ryouga-sama! Don't hit me again!"

"SHUT UP!"
About to say the same thing, Ryouga looked up to see Akane heaving in
breath. "No more! Drop it already!" The four behind her
looked in all other directions, mumbling quiet apologies. She huffed and turned as Genma sank back, Cologne
hopping off to Akane's pack, the furious girl going without notice.

"Alright,
boy, I've been watching for long enough."

"What'a'ya
want, old man."

Genma sniffed,
curling his fist in the air. "I
just need to know one thing."

"I'm not
answerin' any questions about Ryouga. I
don't want him, got it?"

"That wasn't
it, but I'm glad."

"I can hear
you," Ryouga mocked. Ranma gave him
a bash to the head before he even realized it.
"Ouch. . ."

"Now what do
you want?" Ranma barely gave him a look, focusing on Akane in the dim
light. Somewhere a cacophony of birds
squawked and squabbled, causing her to hold her hands to her head. "Well?"

"You're
still going to take over the school, right?--"

"Give me a
break. . . "As the Father-Son-pair-turned-Father-Daughter-pair continued
on about the fate of the Anything Goes school and as Ryouga snuck up to the
front to try and talk to the icy Tendo girl, the two remaining in the back gave
each other knowing glances.

"We're still
doin' it, right?" Ukyou asked quietly, checking to be sure that Ranma
wasn't listening. She glanced down to
her timepiece, suspecting that Cologne would
soon offer them a break. The Amazon was
still far off. She readjusted her blue
jumpsuit, rolling her sleeves up to reveal sweat-coated forearms. "The plan's a go?"

Shampoo gave her
a grin, pushing a lock of purple hair from her face. "Of course is go. We plan from start -- get rid of Akane!"

"Quiet!"
Ranma looked back for a moment but her attention was pulled to the front where
Ryouga was still pleading with Akane. "Look," Ukyou murmured,
"just keep it down. We'll make it
so that she and Ryouga won't be
able to come along."

"Aiya,"
Shampoo agreed, shaking Kuonji's outstretched hand, "can be one evil
pancake-girl. . ."

Ranma plopped
down on her overturned pack and sighed.
"Damn, it's nice to sit down for a change!" Her elation was
short lived as she pulled her jacket open, though, shaking the collar to give
her some air. Her body was a mess of
sweat and while it wasn't exactly new, the place under her chest was giving her
a much less appreciated hell. Gasping
for a breath that wasn't choked with moisture, she swept her hand back through
her wet hair, making a face as her fingers got stuck in a few tangles. She dropped backward as the rest of the gang
finally caught up with her, Ryouga and Akane. The trio raced ahead, silently,
to find a good clearing. They had a good half-acre or so, the 'sky' still thick
with green. A dead and down tree sat on the dirt, with a few young-looking
stumps her and there. A fire pit, maybe three years out of use, sat in the
middle. All but Cologne
settled down in wheezing, sweating, dizzy heaps. Her spine arched over her
backpack, Ranma watched Akane for a few moments before she spoke up.

"You've
gotta be hot."

"What?"
Ranma pointed to her, noting that she hadn't once removed her sweatshirt, nor
had she at least given herself a break by rolling up the sleeves. Akane looked down at herself, holding her
arms up a bit. "What's the
problem?" She looked back to her and suddenly clucked her tongue in
disgust, crossing her arms and looking away.
"Look at you, you're gonna give Ryouga an ear-bleed."

"Eh?"
She craned her neck up and saw that the shirt had managed to lodge to either
side of her chest, her stretching causing things to pull and push. Accordingly, Ryouga couldn't help but
stare. "Damnit, Ryouga, take a walk
of something!" She whipped a small stone at him but he caught it amidst
giving himself a short slap.

"What is wrong with me. . . ?" he muttered,
walking off to sit by himself.

Turning back to
Akane as she clasped her shirt, Ranma was a bit surprised to see that she had
gotten up and was gone. "Hey. . .
Ukyou," she mumbled, standing as she swiveled to face her and Shampoo,
"d'jou see where Akane went?" She blinked.

"What is
it?" Ukyou asked cutely.

". . .
Wasn't Shampoo with you just a moment ago?" Ukyou looked to her side,
giving a shrug to no one in particular.
She flashed Ranma a reassuring smile as she stumbled over to her on
tired legs.

"Ran-chan, I
can't really say I care about either of 'em but I'm sure they're fine. They probably had to go to the
bathroom." The very mention of the idea caused Ranma's eyes to flash, her
knees suddenly turning inward. It
occurred to her at that moment that she was remembering one particular trait of
a boy by having held it in for so long.

"That uh. .
. that reminds me. . ." Before Ukyou got her arms around her, Ranma darted
off through the trees, swatting branches from her path like a madwoman. Ukyou gave a frustrated sigh as Ryouga walked
up behind her.

"Hey, do you
know where Akane is?"

Ukyou glanced
back and suddenly seized his hand.
"Of course! Follow me."

Shampoo peaked
out from behind a thicket of green, yellow and red plant life, swatting at one
when it snapped at her finger. "You
no eat Shampoo. . . she not fly. . ." She listened for the sounds of
footfalls, tugging on a vine to make sure it was secure. Grinning to herself, she began to hum a quiet
Chinese tune as she hid down below the underbrush. Her rather makeshift while daedal network of
vines wasn't meant to kill, per
se, but possibly sprain an ankle.
The group was still close enough to Nanking so
that the intended victims wouldn't need much in the way of escorts, but far
enough to eliminate them from following the trip through.

"So
pancake-girl getting a little vicious. . . at least this take few people out of
picture!" Shampoo shielded her mouth with her hand to keep in a bunch of
giggles and backed up slightly, resting peacefully against a tree. She looked
around idly, not yet hearing an approach but knowing that Akane was on her
way. She looked to a creeper near her
foot, thinking about her sudden burst of insight. Of course, it was Akane's direction that
helped her out. Smiling, she counted the
points off on her fingers as she mentally reviewed the plan. The trap itself was self-activating, a small
vine set at the opening of the secondary clearing for which Shampoo was sure
Tendo was aiming. Once severed, two
springy roots to either side of the clearing were able to snap back to rest, pulling
loose identical set-ups of sticks lodged in the ground. Once freed, they
released, via creeper-to-branch-pulley, giant rocks resting in the trees. They
were to drop down, being tied to an extremely long loop of vine, designed to
sweep forward from behind the victim. The line would easily topple the legs out
from under a body and send them careening down a small pit the Amazon had
managed to unearth and later cover with brush.
In the said hole sat a stable of jagged rocks that would easily rip a
tendon, ligament or crack a bone. Of
course, after a test, she found that one of the bigger, boulder-like rocks
always seemed to roll right into the pit, and as she looked to the vine near
her foot, she figured that she was ready to pull the safety line that would
arrest the boulder's drop. Of course,
their being crushed wouldn't be that
terrible, but it was highly unlikely in any case. It was a complicated set-up for just ten
minutes of work.

"God, a
whole forest and I can't find a decent place to take a wizz." Shampoo's
head snapped up from her misty thoughts as a certain redhead's voice blared
through the trees. Wiping sweat from her
forehead and dabbing the love out of her eyes, Shampoo dove up into the trees
and followed her beloved along as Ranma found a place to settle.

Ranma pulled up
her trousers and sighed, a mile's worth of pressure finally relieved. "I wonder what it's like to pee as a
boy. . ." She cracked her neck to the side and walked back through the
ferns and fronds, sweeping leaves from her path. ". . . Wait a minute. . . "
Sighing, she threatened herself with a punch but settled to just give herself a
gentle, mental reminder. She was about
to pick up the pace when she felt a twitch in the air, the rain above dripping
down to hit her in the head.
"Ah!" she cried, wiping at her neck. "Yuck. . ."She turned to look up
into the branches, stopping suddenly when a flash caught her eye.

"Uh oh. . .
" Shampoo whispered, disappearing into the foliage. Ranma stared right into her eyes for a moment
before the other girl turned again.

"That was
Akane's voice. . ." Shampoo also darted her head up, seeing the brighter
green of Akane's top against the forest and the blaring yellow of Ryouga's
attire.

"Shampoo
feel she forgetting something. . ." She turned her attention back to Ranma
who had slipped behind her tree, watching as Akane and Ryouga passed by on the
path Shampoo had first followed. Ranma
gazed after them closely, her ears pricked to their conversation.

"Akane-san, please! The only thing I want out of Ranma is to beat him up!"

"Ryouga,
will you get away from me?" she snarled, picking up her pace. "I don't think molesting her counts as
putting her outta her misery! I don't
know what she did to get you after her,
but you can both take a long walk off a short cliff for all I care!"

". . .
YEAH!" Ryouga suddenly cried, running up to catch her shoulders. "I was seduced!"

Akane turned,
stopping inches from the clearing.
"I'm sure." She whirled back around and walked, stumbling as
something snagged her foot.
"Yah!" Ryouga wobbled after, the two of them stopping to look
around as the cracks and rips of bark and leaves tore through the air.

Shampoo's eyes
widened as she watched her previous post go unchecked. "Whoops."

The trap worked
like clockwork, dual booms crashing through the air as the two fairly large
stones plummeted from the trees. Like a
razor through the air, a green whip shot up and snagged Ryouga's legs, pushing
both himself and the girl he held into the air.
Ranma gasped as she ducked from behind the tree, racing to the clearing
with a gut-wrenching exigency.

"Akane!!"
she shouted, watching as the two yelped, Ryouga reaching back for his
umbrella. The brush below had fallen
when the boulders shook the earth, revealing the stones below. He pushed his umbrella down, a clang sounding
when the two landed safely in the pit.
Akane, shaken, could barely breathe as Hibiki gave a slight laugh.

"That was
close!"

". . .
What's th-that rumbling?"

"GET DOWN!!" Ryouga, who had peeked
up, did as he was told as Ranma swept in and launched off the rock that settled
after its fall. She shot through the
air, over the boulder as it rolled on its speedy beeline to squash the
two. Ryouga tried to pull his umbrella
back up but strained against the surrounding root structured that had trapped
the edges of his weapon. Unable to unearth it with not even a second left, he
hopped back down and crouched tightly near whom he was sure would be the last
person he ever saw. Akane gave one look
to the looming shadow and made her internal peace with everyone she knew.

It was a quick
hop off the rolling speed-demon before Ran-chan snagged the vine still tied
around it; she used the momentum of her sailing to swing her legs around,
pulling the vine taut to her body. The
original crash bounced the sweeping line so that a loop formed, but it was
closing quickly. Shutting her eyes tight, Ranma slipped her feet into the hole,
closed her knees around the creeper and felt her body snap against the
vines. The creepers cracked and strained
but the stillness in the air moments later indicated that the branch around
which the vine had wrapped was strong enough to halt the passage of the huge
rock. Ranma, her eyes still clamped
shut, made a small whine, gritting her teeth against the pain. Quick as they could recall their minds from
their respective shocks, Ryouga and Akane climbed up and into the clearing
seconds before Ranma's legs gave way, sending her and the boulder to the
ground. She yelped, holding her back as
Shampoo slowly slunk into the area.
Akane pushed Ryouga from her path as she raced over, stooping down by
her still form.

"Ouch. . .
"

"Ranma. . .
you okay?"

Ranma turned her
head to the other side, spitting.
"Agh. . ." she strained to sit up, flashing her an obnoxious
grin. "Of course. . ." She
fell back in a daze, holding her head, moaning slightly. "Wow, that smarts. . ."

"What the
hell just happened?!" Ukyou cried as she thrashed her way into the
clearing. She had watched the trap go
off from deep within the forest but had not seen the end result until she made
her way onto the path. So startled to
find Ryouga and Akane fine, apart from Ryouga being slightly stunned, Ukyou was
past the point of being sensible.

"Why the
hell is Ranma the one who got hurt?!"

Shampoo grimaced,
her effort to sneak away blown to smithereens as all three turned a death's
glare to the okonomiyaki chef and then to the ramen queen.

Ranma was
suddenly back on her feet, wincing as she took each step towards the fleeing
girls. Ryouga fell in pursuit nearby as
the redhead rolled her sleeves up a bit further. "What?"

--

Akane walked away
from the campfire, hugging herself as her ripped sweatshirt no longer gave her
the warmth it had delivered during the day.
The tumble she had taken earlier had torn some of her wares but the
emotional pit she climbed out of left her a little too high off the ground. As she glanced back, her look hardened when
it fell upon Ukyou and Shampoo, the two bandits under Ryouga's watchful
eye. He too regarded them with a stone
face, the girls feeling quite uncomfortable under the myriad of stares. The elders had retreated to an early bed when
the teenagers returned, Ranma carted on Ryouga's back. Not yet satisfied with his retribution,
however, Ryouga quickly pledged to do whatever Ranma wanted in exchange for his
life. The girl merely requested that he
not let the troublemakers leave his sight.
Knowing that it would lead to alone time for Akane and Ranma, Ryouga was
not quick to accept, but reasoned that she'd been having a tough couple of
days.

We'll see who gets her, Ranma. . .

Shivering
slightly, Akane sat down on an unusually dry log, scooting closer to where
Ranma's form rested. "Ranma. . . y.
. . thank you."

"Don't
mention it," she mumbled, folding her hands between her knees. "Hard to believe that I still wanted you
around?" She grinned slightly before she caught Akane returning it, the
flicker from the fire casting an evil shadow over her face.

"How do I
know you weren't just saving Ryouga?"

"Akane. .
."

"I'm
kidding," she reassured softly, teeth chattering as she looked between
Ranma and the blaze. She too had no
desire to go near neither Shampoo nor Ukyou but was also freezing her butt
off. She was startled when Ranma's hands
fell on her shoulders, her jacket closing around her.

"It's not
that bad," Ranma said calmly, crossing her arms over her undershirt. She swallowed, holding back a shiver as Akane
quietly thanked her. "Why were you wearing that thing all day,
anyway?"

"No
reason," Akane lied, picking at the tears in the fabric. She looked to
Ranma's deadpan glance and nodded. "Don't expect me to say anything else.
. ." She pulled in a heavy breath, shifting the conversation away from her
attire. "I'm sorry, you know, about the whole Ryouga thing. I don't care what it was about but I know it
wasn't what I thought it was. . . Sorry for teasing you."

As much as she
wanted to comment on how little Akane ever apologized, Ranma just smiled,
shrugging. "I guess I deserved
it. The point it that you're okay."
Akane, a little startled, just eyed her as Ranma's face slowly turned to a
'what did I just say' facade. An awkward
silence settled in, the crackle of the fire sounding like snapping twigs. Akane's finger suddenly slithered out and
poked Ranma in the back.
"Achigghh!!" She clenched her fists and clamped her teeth
shut, her body convulsing a bit before Akane caught her by the shoulders.

"Geeze, Ranma, you're dyin', aren't you?"

"Let's just
say. . ." she wheezed, "that if you don't yell for the rest of the
trip, that we'll be even."

"That's
kinda lofty." Akane smiled slightly as Ranma gave her a dry look, trying
to sit up. Akane didn't budge, draping the shirt over her somewhat. "Don't kid a kidder, either. I know you're cold."

Ranma stopped
squirming, resting back into Akane's arms.
"Thanks," she muttered, shutting her eyes. Another pause settled in as Akane found
herself stroking the redhead's hair, eerily relaxed despite the puzzling amount
of contact they made. Ranma's eyes
creaked open as a sudden fatigue swept over her, draining every ounce of fight
out of her. She made a small, pleased noise to Akane scratching behind her ear
as if she were a kitten. Stricken with a brief déjà-vu, Akane shook her head as
the familiarity of situation was beat down in the name of it meaning a whole
lot more. Fighting a purr, Ranma looked
up to her with tired, seductive eyes.
That's right, Ranma was awake, this time. "What'a'ya doin'. . . ?"

Guiltily, Akane
stopped and looked away.
"Nothing," she said quickly.
What was she doing? It wasn't the first time Ranma had saved her ‑‑
what the hell changed?

"Hey,"
she suddenly voiced, shifting to sit up, "you don't gotta stop." Akane let go of the redhead, watching as
Ranma faced her, the curves of her cheeks shining in the firelight. All right, so Ran‑chan was
cute. Blinking the thought away, Akane
tipped her head to the side as Ranma's gaze diverted from hers. Her mouth opened to speak but suddenly
tightened, closing into a relaxed pout.
Sweat poured from her temples slightly as Akane prodded her on, nudging
her with her finger. Without words, Ranma
pulling in a jagged breath and pressed forward, her lips laying to rest on a
rough patch of skin.

Akane, oblivious, clapped her hand over
Ranma's mouth, listening intently.
Confused, Ranma questioned with a 'hmn'?
Akane craned her neck back and looked to the campfire. "Where did everyone go?" Pulled out
of her narrow‑mindedness, Ranma perked up and surveyed as well, shrugging
her shoulders.

"I dunno‑‑"

The fall to the
ground wasn't nearly as painful as the blows to the backs of their heads.

--

End of part four.

Note: Originally, Akane stumbled in on Ryouga and Ranma when
he first planted his hand on her breast, which better explains the dialogue
that goes on following that scene. So if you keep in mind that they didn't have sex, it clears it up a bit.
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