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The Lovers\' Law	By : unicornlord Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 20892 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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"Cologne, How should I go about this?" Ranma said as he laid across the roof of the Neko Hanten, staring up at the clouds over Nermina. "How do... make the other girls love each other? It'd be easy if I could just get them to agree to share, but the law states it has to be love among all them, right?"

The old ghoul had been pondering the very same thing for much longer, days before Ranma had even approached her. She fiddled with her cane, indicating she herself was unsure. Understandable, of course; Cologne had never had this problem before. Still, with age came wisdom, and she had 300 years worth of it.

"Working with strings of bound hearts is difficult, but not impossible." Cologne said slowly, obvious still thinking as she said them. "As it stands, for what you told me, the girls all have a loose friendship with each other. As I suspected. All we need to do is anchor those hearts with an extra string or two."

"String?"

"Memories, emotions, binding elements of humanity, Ranma. They're the same things that made it impossible to choose between them, in the bath."

Ranma's face paled. "Y-Y-Y-Y-"

"Oh come now, you don't think someone like me wouldn't keep tabs on how things are progressing? Besides, I didn't watch. I heard." She said with a evil smile as Ranma's face turned nearly neon red with blood and heat. "Just a tip, I'd have turned on the bath next time. You're a bit loud."

Ranma could've swore the whole building shook from the impact of his head on the roof. He suddenly sprang up, flailing his arms trying to change the subject. "ANYWAYS!"

"Subtlety Ranma." She tapped him on the head gently. "Baby strikes, over and over. Try and get the girls to talk about the others in positive light. Get them to enjoy the company of the others. Spread whatever compliments they give to the others. It's your job to be the weaver of the threads that will irreversible tie their hearts."

Ranma cringed. He was never the most graceful person. Still, he would manage it, somehow. "And then?"

Cologne sighed. "Well, you'll have to confuse their hearts as well. Make the choice between you and the girls impossible, forcing them to want a compromise. That's when you'll have to make the final strike."

He nodded. "I hear you."

"Ranma, I cannot stress enough, be careful." Cologne said. "The heart is an incredibly frail thing to tamper with."

It was the first warning he would have ever heeded before. As the sky over Nermina darkened, he fell from his roof top runs back onto the grass yard in front of the dining room. He didn't realize his face was so wracked with thoughts, until he got a look from Akane that just screamed "what's wrong?"

"What's with you?" She confirmed. "You look a little mad."

"N-Nothing, Akane." He said, trying his best to drop the thought formed scowl from his face. He sat down, taking his usual place between his mother and Akane, did his best to eat, his bites tiny and purposeful. "Mmm. Food great as always, Mom!"

"Oh, thank you, Ranma."

"I helped a little!" Akane said. Ranma looked over to see which of the food looked the most venomous. He spotted a few burnt pot stickers, but nothing really major.

Actually, since Nadoka had come, she and Kasumi had been taking turns trying to teach the blue haired girl to teach, with mild success it seemed, since the number of mutations that appeared on the table in front of the boy had gone down considerable.

If she had a little more pratice, she could probably actual make a meal or two. "Wait..." Ranma said aloud. Without thinking, he reached over and picked one of them up, double checking to see there was nothing undercooked. He confirmed it was only burnt, and only on side, and took it in. Slightly bitter on the tongue, but nothing he'd need to fight to keep down.

Suddenly, an idea: Akane couldn't cook well. Shampoo and Ukyo could. "That's it!" He suddenly yelled, jumping up.

"W-what?" Akane fell a little, then glared at him. "What's wrong with my pot stickers this time?"

"Huh?" He looked down, and it suddenly hit him. "Oh, nothing Akane, it's fine actually. Actually, you've improved a lot."

"R-really?!" He smiled as her face lightened up. Akane was cute when she was caught off guard like that. The young Tendo smiled, and Ranma couldn't help but blush. Soun and Genma looked at each other, but it seemed unusual. They probably still hadn't gotten used to Cologne's idea. "You think so?"

"Yeah." He sat down, and turned to face her rosy features. "Actually, Akane, if you want to, I was thinking maybe Ucchan and Shampoo could teach you how to improve even more. My mom and Kasumi probably could use the break, and those two own restaurants, so they probably know a trick or two the others don't."

Akane seemed pensive. He seemed genuine, and it was true Ukyo and Shampoo were better cooks, plus Cologne herself was a master in the kitchen, but... "Are you sure about that, Ranma? Wouldn't they pull some trick or something?"

"I thought you and Ucchan got along fine?" Ranma said, cocking his head to one side.

"Well, that's true." She replied, thinking about it. Ukyo and Akane may have been rivals when it came to marriage, but they weren't exactly at each others' throats. In fact, had it not been for Akane's friends making it awkward by constantly point it out, they would have been good friends.

Who knew; It might be fun, and she really was trying her best to improve. "Sure, I'd love to."

"Then I'll talk to the girls tomorrow." He said, and handed his bowl to Kasumi for seconds. "Seconds please."

Now all he had to do was convince the other two. He'd have a chance tomorrow: it was Saturday, and he was going over to talk to Cologne anyways. He made his way to the dojo, to burn off the calories he's just enjoyed. He hadn't expect anybody to join him, so he was a bit surprised to see Akane standing at the doorway. She wasn't wearing a Gi, and had P-chan with her, growling away as usual.

"Hey Akane, what's up?" Ranma said.

"Nothing, I just... wanted to thank you. You were putting on a brave face."

"Huh?" He cocked his head to the side. "What are you talking about?"

"My food." Akane said. "I know it's still terrible, but..."

"Akane, really. How often have I lied about your food?" There was an awkward pause on her part, blushing as she remember all the wallopings she'd given him over the years, his dire need to get away from her plates, the blatant deferrals to Ucchan's or the NekoHanten should he learn Kasumi was not going to be able to prepare dinner that evening. He was right: He didn't lie when it came to her food. No matter how badly it ended for him. "You're getting better all the time."

Ranma was able to perceive a lot of things. He was a martial artist, and a master at that. The slightest titch could give away an attack. It was still shocking, though, as Akane leaned up and in, and brushed her lips gently against his. So unlike anything he'd had before. Shampoo was lust filled, passionate, taking what she wanted, as was the amazon way.

This was soft, unsure, as if she'd passed a feather over her lips, tickling his senses. He would have enjoyed it even more, possibly deeper, hungrier, but a certain piglet's rough bite sent he reeling backwards, flailing to get him off. "AHHHH! LITTLE BASTARD!" He said, finally chucking the little pig across the room, where he landed expertly, and turned to charge him.

"P-chan, enough!" Akane yelled, scooping him up. She was unable to face Ranma, but her rosy complexion was telling enough. She turned towards the door, trying to settle the wily piglet. "I'll... do my best."

"Y-yeah." Ranma said to the empty hallway, bringing a finger to his lips.

The Nekohantan was not his usual spot, what with being Shampoo's place of work. He tended to avoid it, as Shampoo tended to get real clingy real quick. He didn't mind; no sane man would mind the purple haired beauty being draped snugly across the arm, silk covered breast pressing against bare skin, only helped further by the simple fact she wore no bra (quite a feat, all considering.).

No, it was the fact he was constantly in trouble if he did, either with Mousse, Akane, or, at one point, Cologne. And Ukyo if she happened by, He added.

He steeled himself, and opened the sliding door.

"Niha- RANMA!" It was still amazing how she managed to set four or five bowls down, without spilling, them, leap across the customers, and embrace him in one motion. She had to have practiced the move with the expertise she did it with. "Airen come to see Shampoo! Is too-too nice a surprise."

Ranma looked up, with pleading eyes, towards Cologne, who was smiling wickedly, her eyes sending a message loud and clear: She's your fiancee and she loves you. Deal with it, Ranma. "Hi to you too, Shampoo." He said, stroking her cheek.

"R-Ranma?" She suddenly blushed, realizing he was, in fact, returning her affections for once. "Airen is friendly today."

"I can't be nice?" Ranma said, taking his hand back, a little hurt. Shampoo thought about, and blushed, realizing what she'd just inferred. She shook her heaad and rested it back against his shoulder.

"Is nice." She said. "Ranma come and eat ramen?"

Was it even a question to ask? "Sure, Shampoo."

It was, of course, on the house, but there was a only one, with two spoons, extra large. He looked up at Cologne devilish grin. A challenge, was it? He pulled a seat, like a proper gentleman would, and offered it to Shampoo. She hesitated, cocking her head in question.

Was he really that mean to her? "Ranma really different today. Is too-too strange." Ranma's face twitched from the jab. "Ranma hit head?"

"Would you prefer me kicking you off, Shampoo?" He almost growled in annoyance, but held his temper, realizing he deserved it. She sat down, still looking at him quizzically. "You're looking cute today."

She flustered, scrunching tightly, and smiled at him. She reached down and took a spoon, swirling it around, and bringing it to her lips, blew on it gently. Ranma watched intensely, her lips pursing looking exceptionally delicious. He forced them away, and caught himself staring into her purple eyes. She smiled, and offered him the spoon.

To her surprise, he took it willingly this time. Swallowed it down, and smiled. She offered up another, and another, and he quickly took them down his gullet.

"Aha." He laughed, enjoying being fed like this. He almost felt like a husband. But as the thought crossed him, so did the other two girls, and he remembered his mission. He quickly regained his composure, and quickly pushed her next spoonful down. "Sorry, It's really good, but that's not why I came. I need a favor Shampoo."

"Shampoo too-too happy to help Airen." She said, still obviously enjoying her unusually affectionate husband today.

"Well, it's not me you're helping." He corrected.

"Huh? Who Ranma want Shampoo to help?"

"Akane." There was an awkward pause. She stirred, and stood, slamming her spoon down and huffing back to the kitchen. Ranma grimaced as she started working again, Cologne handing her bowls, still with some smile. Probably some wicked jab at him, a taunt or some measure of sarcastic. Good going, stupid, maybe? Ah, young love, perhaps? In any case, she motioned over to Shampoo, urging him on while she stock piled the bowl.

"I... uh... thought you could help her learn to cook." He continued, avoiding her pathway while she carried piping hot bowls to her customers. "She's really looking to improve, and I thought, Shampoo knows how to-"

"Why Shampoo want help pervert girl? Is enemy. Ranma stupid." She huffed.

"Because she likes your cooking. You're a great cook, Shampoo." She huffed again, but Ranma could tell he'd made a chip in the armor. "She thinks so, at least."

A lie? Maybe, he couldn't really tell. They'd gone over to the Nekohantan once or twice. It was hard to tell, as their meal was always interrupted.

By Shampoo, ironically. She set the plates down and walked back to pick up more. She shivered when Ranma grabbed her shoulder softly. "I think so too, otherwise I wouldn't ask."

He took the opportunity to look her backside over; flowing purple locks cascading like a frozen waterfall over her back, stopping short of what was a very plump, succulent fruit, easily more then a handful each, covered by a silk cheongsam that stopped dangerously high on her thighs, treating the room with peeks at her, much to the enjoyment of the men (and quite a few women.).

Which actually sent a pang of jealousy through him; knowing Shampoo as long he did, he knew she wasn't very fond of underwear. "What Ranma do for Shampoo?" She suddenly said, taking him out of his thoughts about her bending over the kitchen, to reach for some plate, taunting him... "Ranma?"

"I-uh... hm... hadn't thought about that really." He was, after all, planning on getting Ukyo together with this afterwards. He scrambled for ideas, but luckly, Cologne was there to bail him out.

"How about a date with Shampoo?" She chuckled out.

"Ah... …. actually that's pretty reasonable." He nodded. "I could take you shopping or something, I'll have to think about that part. But, sure-"

"Airen really take Shampoo out on date? No tricks?" Her eyes reminded him of a puppy, wide and joyful. She quickly hugged him, tightly as usual. "Shampoo really like this Ranma!"

"Ah... ha... ha..." He whimpered at the unintentional jab. "So, how about it, Shampoo? Teach Akane?"

"Shampoo do it, for Airen." Shampoo nuzzled him, much to the enjoyment of the customers, save for the one or two single men.

"Uh, one more thing, Shampoo." She looked at him again with her cat like grin. "I going to have Ucchan help you out. Is that okay?"

She thought about it for a while. "Is good idea, is very good chef too. No fight with Ukyo too-too much anymore."

"Really... just thought I'd make sure." He noticed her still holding on, waiting for something. It took him a moment to realize, but he smiled and said. "Friday, in the shopping district, okay?"

"Ranma buy Shampoo nice dress?" She asked.

"Sure." He smiled. Cologne seemed to nod in approval.
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