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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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Laptop broke, lost chapter. Had to rewrite.

They sat there, on the rooftop, catching their breaths. Well, Shampoo was. Ranma was far to busy getting bothered by he apparent need to entice him to take her on the roof by taking his Shampoo scented fingers into her mouth and suckling on them one by heavenly one, sending thick jolts of electricity through his spine, making the hairs on neck stand, though not as much as certain other place.

He fought the strongest urge to go along with it, reminding himself of the party below. "We should get back, Shampoo. I'm sure the others are waiting." He said, somehow not having the strength to pull his hand away from her feathery grip.

"Shampoo no care." She whispered huskily into his ear, causing him to wince in pleasure.

"Come on, Shampoo, that's not fair. I thought you said you'd play nice." He argued as she nuzzled against him. He wondered in small part if this was something she'd picked up in her time as a kitten. He could almost swear she knew how to purr like one.

She tutted and stood up, arms crossed, though from the small smirk on her face, he doubted she was upset. "Fine then, Shampoo go tease somebody else."

An opening, his martial artist mind screamed.

"Oh yeah, who'd you have in mind?" He jabbed with the faintest of cruel smiles himself. "Mousse? Doubt he'd mind."

"Mousse?" She gasped in horror. "Mousse is no worthy of Amazon woman. Is weak. Is crybaby. Uses cheap tricks and no can fight without them."

"So who else? Ukyo maybe?" He prodded again.

"Maybe..." She teased. "Ranma should no care, no want Shampoo."

"Well, I'm sure Ukyo wouldn't mind either. I don't think anybody would mind if it's with you, Shampoo." He said, grabbing her and twisting her to face him. She gasped, stunned by his sudden forcefulness, and smirked almost evilly with thoughts as Ranma leaned in to kiss her solidly on the lips again. She melted in, wrapping her arms around him, tongues dancing with it each other before being pulled apart again to be allowed breaths.

"Ranma get jealous if I take Ukyo away." She mused. He thought about the idea, but nothing but a pervy smile graced his face.

They took a few steps together, then leapt down off the tile roof and landed in the grassy part of the yard. Took the corner, and were facing the ensuing appraisal party for Akane's cooking attempt.

"She's really doing much better." Ranma said. "You and Ukyo are doing great." Ranma complimented the purple vixen, who beamed inwardly at it.

"Shampoo try hard at everything. Make Ranma happy, make Shampoo happy." She turned to him. "Akane try hard too, is no right to take all credit."

She seemed confused with her own words. Ranma could guess why: they were, after all, still rivals. Her arms crossed as she drifted into thoughts, leaving Ranma to walk alone into view of the family.

Akane and Ukyo seemed the most interested in his return. Not surprising, considering who had joined him. "Hey you." Akane said as she picked a few plates and piled them together to give to her sister. Ukyo didn't favor him with words, simply eyeing him as if he's stolen something, and was looking for which pocket he hidden it. He couldn't meet her gaze, knowing what she'd done to him in the change stall was still too much for his mind to handle.

Ranma sat down. "Did I miss anything?"

"No, nothing, really." Kasumi said, "Ukyo was just telling us stories of you two when you were little."

"Like the time you tried to show off by punching a rock and broke your hand." Ukyo laughed. She had a cute one. Smaller, reserved, much less the deep laugh Akane had, yet still deeper then Shampoo's rapid chirps. He face faulted at the details of his errant attempt to show off how strong he was by slamming his fist full force into a boulder even Ryoga now would have some problems with. He'd awkwardly tried to play it off, trying to save face in front of Ukyo. His pride would never take such disgrace. His mother surely wouldn't have. Eventually, though, being only a couple years old, he broke down and had to be carted off to the hospital.

He doubted somewhat that Genma had paid the ensuing bill.

Ranma chortled along. Shampoo eventually sat down at the edge, but still somewhat lost in whatever thoughts had fiddled with her mind.

Nice. It all felt very nice, Ranma thought, unable to come up with a better thought. Dinner finished, and the four of them took care of this dishes, relieving Kasumi for the day, who seemed to be somewhat lost now. She eventually decided on an early bath.

Shampoo and Ukyo eventually thought they had overstayed their welcome, though Ranma would have gladly had them settle in for the night here. The four poured out onto the front gate, and the two taller girls turned back. "Um, I guess tomarrow we'll do something different?" Ukyo said.

"Yeah, of course!" Ranma pushed on.

"Shampoo... had fun." The purple hair girl finally said, seemingly stunned by her own admission.

"Me too." Akane said, a little stunned herself. "Hey, Ukyo."

"Yeah Akane?" Akane shuffled a bit, thought more out of shame then anything.

"Do you mind if I come by your stall during lunch? I've always wanted to try one of your Okonomiyakis."

Ranma was slightly impressed. They all seemed to be making some attempts at progressing past being simply rivals with bouts of friendship.

"You sure about that Akane, your friends don't seem to like me very much." Ukyo asked. Akane seemed to register that thought, as well. Ranma snorted. Oh yeah, those harpies. How often had they gotten Ranma in trouble while he was completely innocent. Daisuke and Hiroshi, too. Add Ryoga, but that was a tad bit more complicated.

Mousse... well. Mousse was just an jealous idiot.

Still, he could hear them already, talking just behind Akane's back, spilling rumor crafted from the finest air.

"I'll talk to them. I'm sure I can get them to let it go." She replied. Ukyo seemed satisfied with the answer, and smiled, nodding.

"Sure, I'll save you one." Ukyo said. She turned, and waved to Ranma. "Bye, Ranma honey."

"Shampoo going too. Good night, Airen." He slightly winced at the use of the title, knowing it sent small pangs of jealously among them when one tried to claim him. He played it off with a wave, and the two set off into the orange and black hue of the Nermina streets. Past a lampost, and vanished from eyesight.

For once in the odd lifetime, there was no qualms about leaving Akane and Ranma alone.

He turned to head back, sitting out on the hallway between the stairwell and the bathroom, waiting for a turn at the shower. (a cold one, perferably.) He stopped, buy only because something had caught his sleeve.

"Wait." Akane whispered in hushed tones. He turned, and they stood frozen on the rocky pathway between the gain gate and the front door.

"Yeah Akane?" He said, unable to hold his cheeks to their pale pastels. She wasn't in much better shape herself, rosy cheeks hidden in a dark blue night sky.

Akane was the difficult one. Easily flustered, given to wild swings and callings. It was small wonder the boys even chased her. Until you met this particular face, eyes becoming dark blue gems unsure and unsteady as the ran over a million features, questions, and scenes. Lips slightly parted, shallow, cautious breathes escaping between supple pursed curves, no lipstick, only a cherry chap-stick she enjoyed.

Her brows furrowed, contorting into determination. She was readying herself for something, steel resolve taking over bit by bit.

She crooked her head, leaned against his chest for leverage, and graced her lips against his. Soft, unsure, trembling slightly. Definitely the most chaste kiss of the day. Still, it was good. Better then good.

It was prefect. Exactly what he'd expected of her; tender, exposing. She was undressing herself before him emotionally. And so, it seemed only right to press back, cause her to arch back as he took control. The thought for a minute of sweeping over, holding her up by her back, but decided against pressing his lust and luck at the same time.

She pulled away, and looked down. "I... uh... Thanks, Ranma." She whispered.

"For what? You did that all by yourself, Akane." He said, smirking internally as she beamed slightly at his words. "All I did was get some friends to help."

"I gotta make it up to Ukyo." She said, "She puts up with way too much. I gotta find a way to make things better."

"You could always take her out on a date." Ranma offered. "Knowing Ucchan, she wouldn't mind. She's probably enjoy it."

"You think that'd work?" Akane asked.

"Well, I know one way." He said, thinking about her last words. "Make sure you show up tomorrow at her stall. She'll definitely like that."

"Yeah..."Akane smiled. "I hope your right."

So did he, thought thought as they walked back in together, together, yet still without hand in hand.

Shampoo snicker to herself as she carried herself joyfully down the road towards the Nekohaten, only slightly up road from Ucchans. The Brown vixen, herself, was eying her curiously, small grimace and a raised eyebrow throwing a million different questions.

"Aiya, was good day today."Shampoo said.

"Yeah, I guess Amazons love molesting people." Ukyo cracked. "I don't know why Ranma even let you talk to him after what you did to him in the stall. I wouldn't have."

"Ukyo Jealous." Shampoo replied, not letting the girls snort deter her joy. "Ranma enjoy Shampoo's touch. No doubt want more. And Ukyo no one to talk. Leaving Shampoo like that, is too too cruel!"

"That's why its called punishment." She said with the faintest of snickers. "And you could've fought me off. I'm not that much stronger then you. Probably was hoping I'd come back and finish the job, didn't you?"

"What you saying?" Shampoo gasped incredulously.

"Exactly what I said." Ukyo said, her grin growing more doggish as she approached the purple-hair girl with a bit of a swagger. "Give you some of what Ranma got."

"Ukyo lie."She gasped as the girl's head ventured back to their little chance soiree after Shampoo had teased Ranma into sexual confusion. The brown haired girl said nothing, which was confession enough. "Ukyo is bigger pervert girl then Akane!"

"Don't pin that on me! You're the one who started it. I just give Ranma a little help, that's all." She replied. She crept up to Shampoo's shoulder. "Ranma didn't seem to hate it. Maybe you'd like to get a little bit of what I offered? You seemed awfully upset I left you there."

"And what Ranma say if saw friend flirting with fiancee?" Shampoo asked, backing away a little bit from the advancing girl. Ukyo's head turned skyward, imagining all the different things the black hair boy would say.

"I don't think he'd mind." She said. "Boys only think in harems. He's probably got an image or too of me, like this."

She took a hand, and playfully chucked the Amazon, who seemingly lost all of her enormous strength, against the chain link fence that guarded the small lazy river that ran through Nermina. It shocked Shampoo, who gasped as her body bounced with a ching of metal on metal on flesh, quickly joined with another ching as Ukyo throw her arm up just left of the girl's head. Her eyes had become slightly more devilish, lowered and lustful, looking for a meal. The whole thing reminded Shampoo of a wolf on raw meat.

"Yeah. I know how boys think. I was around them a lot." She cooed. "This... this would be one of his many little fantasies."

They both stared into each other, waiting to see what the other would do.

As if someone clicked their fingers, waking her from the hypnosis, Ukyo's eyes seemed to widen, and she blushed harder then Shampoo, rearing up and back, fiddling with her dress suddenly. Shampoo still looked bewildered by the whole event, her breath ragged and face scrunched in confusion.

Had Ukyo been serious when she'd offered up? She felt a shiver dance through her at the idea. Out of the oddity, or maybe some small bit of wanting to accept, she didn't know, but she quickly cast it aside.

"Something like that." Ukyo continued. She continued down, looking around the dim out glow of the outside lights of Ucchan's. Shampoo trailed behind a step, still eyeing the girl up and down, trying to figure out what had happen, and how someone who ate so much Okonomiyaki had such a fantastically firm butt.

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