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The Lovers\' Law	By : unicornlord Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 20892 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma 1/2 or any of the character involved. I made no money off this story.

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He thought the his day with shampoo had ended with finishing up the bowl with Shampoo. It had to be the ghoul's work that she happened to be on her break right as Ranma was leaving, leaving her tight gripped on the boy's arm. He tried his best to ignore it, even enjoy it, but all that came through his mind would be the sheer trouble he'd get in if any of his friends or rivals caught him.

As he looked down at the clingy girl, though, he smiled, and reveled in the feeling of her pressed up against his shoulder. It wasn't until Ucchan's came into view that he felt the need to pull himself free very carefully. "Ucchan?" He called as he slide the door open.

His friend was happy to see him. Then, not so much when Shampoo trailed behind him. "Hold up, what's this?" She said bewildered by the fact Ranma didn't seem all that disturbed by the notion, pointing a spatula around with some ill-will.

"Nihao, Ukyo." The purple hair girl said. The brown tomboy's face contorted deeper into confusion at Shampoo's calm demeanor.

"Uh, hi, Shampoo." The brown haired girl replied, waving slowly. "Ranma-honey, what are you doing with Shampoo? Where's Akane?"

"Ukyo no is happy to see Shampoo? Shampoo hurt." She said, crossing her arms. Ranma's did his best forced grin, and waved back. "And here Shampoo was offering job."

"Look, Ucchan, I need your help. Well, you and Shampoo's, so that's why she's here." The girl put her hands on her hips, still incredulous to the whole scene. "It's Akane, I want you and Shampoo to help her learn how to cook."

"Akane? Cook?" She repeated, her brain obviously still struggling to comprehend the truly unusual scene. She eventually regain her composure, and twirled her spatula, thinking. Ukyo knew the girl had problems with her cooking. She had counted on the edge in the fiancee race. Teaching her how to cook would take that away (if she could, Akane was notoriously slow on the uptake.). Still, it could also get her in Ranma's favor. But wait. "Wait, wait, wait! Shampoo too?"

"Is true, Shampoo help Akane learn to cook too-too delicious chinese Amazon recipes." She confirmed. "Ranma promise date with Shampoo."

He winced audibly as Ukyo's eyes widen. "What the hell, Ranma!"

"C-come on Ukyo, I had to give Shampoo something."

"And what about all the stuff that happened yesterday? What about making me tell you I don't care if you're a girl or a boy." She huffed. "You just go up to Shampoo and offer up a date?"

"Ucchan, same offer." Came Ranma's quick thought reply.

Now both of the girl glared at him. Crap! Think Ranma, think!

He wonder what Cologne would have done at this moment. Probably whack him and give him the subtlest hint to work with. Something about heartstrings. Heartstrings being emotions, made by memories. The memories of these girls tied to him.

"L-look, girls." He said, with no confidence, only an idea to work with. "I'm not the best person ever. I've wrong both of you. That's why I'm trying to make it up; you're both way too good to me for no reason. Both of you."

He turned to Shampoo. "I'm not gonna back out on our date, I'll treat you real nice, and it'll just be you and me." He stroked her cheek again for good measure. "I promise, okay?"

Shampoo smiled, and nodded.

"A-and what about me, Ranma?"

"Same exact thing, Ucchan. It's the least I can do." He said.

Ukyo bit her nail. She looked at Shampoo, who smiled back at her like she'd won the lottery. "Ranma-honey, can you come to the back with me for a second?" she said, pulling the sliding door to the side.

"Sure, Ucchan." He turned to Shampoo. "Wait here, okay?"

"Shampoo wait." she replied. He walked joined the brown hair girl in the rear kitchen, flushing slightly as he remember the last time he was back here. Ukyo was fiddling with spatula, her face very crossed and judgmental.

She tossed the spatula at Ranma, watching as he plucked the slow toss blade out of the air. "Good, so it's really you." She said, and then turned on the faucet, filling something outside Ranma's vision. She swirled it around, then turned it off.

"Ranma, what's wrong, really?" She suddenly asked. "First you come over and ask me if I like your girl-side, now you're offering dates to me and Shampoo just to teach Akane how to cook? Ranma... are you dying?"

Quite possibly. Ranma mused, realizing Ukyo's perception was far better then Akane and Shampoo's. "No, Ucchan. I'm not. I just... had a idea."

"What kind of idea?" She said.

"It's... complicated." He said, cursing the no telling rule. "I just wanted to stop you girls from fighting. Running away from you guys wasn't working, so I thought, being nice, you know, treating my girls right. That could work."

"Your girls?" Ukyo's brow cocked.

"Don't be like that Ucchan, you know what I mean." He said. Ucchan sighed, conceding the point. "You, Shampoo, and Akane-"

"and Kodachi." She added sarcastically.

"What? Come on, Ukyo, Kodachi? When did she become more then just Kuno with boobs? The girl's a menace, nothing more." She seemed to like that. "You three are the one's I care about. Not some girl who randomly decided I'm hers alone."

"Like Shampoo."

"Shampoo's settled down quite a bit. Even you said she's gotten friendly. And she likes you enough to come over and talk. You gotta admit, If Shampoo was really that selfish, your shop wouldn't be standing for too long." Ranma could see Ukyo's face cringe in concedance again. Ranma stepped up, eyes slightly veering over the edge of the sink. He still couldn't see what she was playing with. He reached out a hand, drawing her closer, her body unable to fight the gentle tugging. "Admit it, you like Shampoo's company, too. You're friends."

"I never said I wasn't." She said, unable to face him. "And now you're being a bastard."

"Heh." He smirked. "I'm just trying to get my girls to play nice."

"F-fine. I'll play nice, Ranma." She said. "But-"

"Yeah."

"I don't want a date." Well, that was unexpected. He frowned, and tried to face her. "I want, you... to be my girl for me."

"Huh?" What's that mean? He thought to himself.

"You made me admit I'm... well, nevermind. I want Ranko for a day. We do what I want, okay? Dress up, dinner, whatever I want."

That was an odd request. An embarrassing one, no doubt. "You're not... gonna take it too far, are you?"

Now it was her turn to smirk. "No, don't worry, Ranma-honey, I'm not going do anything to ruin our relationship. I... just want to play with Ranko, that's all."

"... Fine, Ucchan, if it'll make you happen, Sunday, I'll show up as Ranko and we go do whatever." He said, still wary of the that small grin plastering her face. He turned to get Shampoo, but was held in place by Ukyo's sudden hold on his hand. He turned around, and looked at Ukyo's arm, following it up to her face.

"One more thing I want." She drew him close, and for once, Ranma felt her breasts pressing up against his chest. "I think... you can figure this one out."

Soft. Unsure, like Akane's. The mark of a girl who had played a boy for so long, her own body shaking worse then Ranma's as she pressed himself into her, an act of her boyish lifestyle. As he did, she bolder, pressing her lips harder, demanding more. Ranma took it, bending back as she pressed forward, letting her take control. Control, it seemed, that came with a tiny drizzle of cold water. As she shrunk down, Ranma shivered from the stream that rolled down her spine, which only seemed excited Ukyo. She pulled back, and smiled at her shorten, red haired, female fiancee. Ranma blinked in surprised.

She'd filled a small coffee cup with water.

"Uh... wow." Ranma said. "That was... fun."

"O-oh...good. So you weren't under a spell or something." She said, blushing and breathing equally hard. It was obvious to Ranma Ukyo wanted to continue, so she pulled the taller girl down a little to peck her cheek. The girl breathed out in excitement, her breath hitching as she struggled for words. "Sunday, then, Ranma."

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Ucchan." The girl said, as she turned to gather Shampoo.

The purple haired beauty seemed slightly off at the time she had to wait for her Ranma, and more off when he had come back after being hit with cold water. "Ranma fight with Ukyo?"

"Huh? Oh, no, she just wanted to see if I'd been cursed by Happosai or something." He offered a hand, which Shampoo took.

As they took the slow walk back to the Nekohanten, silence and thoughts permeated the air, filling it with an odd tension she thought she'd burst. As she turned to Shampoo, she realized why.

She'd watched him kiss Ukyo. "Shampoo, are you okay?"

"Shampoo wish Shampoo get a kiss, like Ukyo." She was mad. No, not really mad. This was par for the course. "Ranma never return Shampoo's kisses! Is no fair! Ranma like-"

"Alright, Shampoo." She said, grabbing the taller girl roughly, who squeaked uncharacteristically, her breasts rubbing against the top of Ranma's, who had to stand tippy-toe to reach the girl's breathless, reddening face. This time, it was Ranma's own kiss that was chaste this time. Unlike Akane and Ukyo, though, it would not remain that way. Not with an Amazon on the receiving end.

Still, it was quite a shock when Ranma felt a tongue poking it's way into her mouth, attacking her tongue, and a small dance began in between their lips. It was even more of a shock, though, to find the young amazon's hand reaching, and pulling Ranma closer by her prefect, tight, ass, smashing the girls chests together even further, sending just the tiniest shock of arousal through Ranma's body as her nipples rubbed harshly against the cotton shirt.

Soft hands groped roughly at her bubble butt, pulling and squeezing, wandering they finally broke, they both had a hard time breathing, and Ranma felt more then a little damp between her legs. "Wǒ ài nǐ." The girl said with between gasps.

"Wǒ ài nǐ." Ranma found herself repeating. She turned to the small gaggle of on lookers, hoping to not see a familiar face. For once, it seemed, the Gods were smiling upon her. "What, you got a problem with two girls kissing?"

"Not at all! Please, continue!" Came one guy's perverted reply. Shampoo quickly dealt with him, with a rock picked from solid earth. It was enough to scatter the crowd.

"Ranma come join Shampoo. Get cozy upstairs." Shampoo offered with all the same perversion she'd just dispersed. "Is okay, yes?"

"Tch." Ranma faulted, holding Shampoo's hand in her own, fighting her own body's cries to take the lavender haired girl up on the offer. It was extremely tempting to find out what exactly the young amazon would do when finally given her prize. Tonight, Ranma was going to have to have another late night bath.

But unfortunately for Ranma, the bigger picture had to appear, which meant leaving the girl as frustrated, and in need of a shower, as she was. "Sorry, Shampoo. I'd love to... but I gotta be heading back home. I gotta tell Akane."

To say she was disappointed was an understatement, but she nodded, and gave the red head another quick peck on the lips, before walking with a slight swagger back into the Nekohanten. Ranma walked home, with an odd, stupid grin on her face.

"Aiyah!" Shampoo squealed like a schoolgirl, drawing the attention of Cologne, who was busy preparing the after work dinner for the two. She jumped around, in some odd victory. Cologne hopped on over, smiling as Shampoo stopped with the biggest grin.

"You look like you had fun." Cologne said. "Did something happen?"

"Ranma kiss Shampoo. Too-too good, too!" She giggled. "Shampoo no know what happen, but Shampoo like change in Ranma. Is too-too prefect!"

"My, my, I've never seen you so happy."

"Ranma want Shampoo to teach Akane to cook. Is chance to impress Ranma with teaching skills. Akane learn to cook, Ranma love Shampoo more!" She squealed, and jumped around again.

Ukyo, however, was not as excited. Well, not in the same way, as she squat down on her bed, a hand deep between her thighs. She rubbed herself, still in her stockings, biting down on her lip. "Dammit, Ranma." She moaned as found her special spot, the all important little button that caused to fall forward.

She rolled her hips over her fingers, humping the bedsheets her stockings slicked with desire. The only sounds that filled the room were her occasional chirps and gasps. More, her body demanded, and she ground down hard on her clit, her her hips raising and failing, imaging the rough, hard form of Ranma's male side taking her by her own waist. She gripped the sheet, pulling them toward her.

She was near, she knew, and she only need one last little push. It wasn't too hard.

After all, Shampoo's wide eyed stared was still fresh in her mind. "HNNG!" She gasped, as she remember the heated flush that met her face, the shock and surprise. Her body spasmed around the thought, sending deep chills and heated shocks up and down her her spine. Juices squirted through, soaking down her stocking, dripping down her thighs, onto the sheets.

"Ranma... what are you trying to do?" She whispered as she fell asleep.
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