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All That Matters	By : humdrum07 Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 9581 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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“This... this can't be,” she lay against the wall of the spacious bathroom, not caring that her pink dress was getting wet with and dirty with the traces of water and whatever else on the bathroom floor. Her eyes were on the small piece of plastic in her hands, and at the moment, that object was all that mattered.

“Are you okay?” came a concerned voice from outside of the bathroom.

“Y-yes. I'm fine,” she placed a hand in her brown hair, trying to soothe the headache that was slowly forming. “I'm perfectly,” she sniffed and held back unshed tears. “I'm perfectly fine.”

The young brunette stood up from her seat on the floor and took one last look at the object in her hands before wrapping it many times in toilet paper, so it wouldn't be found, and throwing it in the trash. She nervously opened the bathroom door, meeting her sister the hallway.

“So... what's the verdict?” the younger navy blue haired girl looked up at her expectantly. “Are you...?”

The older girl nodded and sadly looked down at her stomach letting her younger sister know that, indeed, she was pregnant.

“Oh, Kasumi...” her sister, Akane, seemed to have conflicting emotions. First, she was ecstatic that her sister was pregnant, even if it was out of wedlock. However, she was also somewhat fearful of what would happen to her after the family found out. Not to mention, the scandal that would arise after they found out who the father was – that was also a bit of information she knew. Akane told Kasumi that she would support her no matter what. But now, all she could do was give her a hug. “It'll be alright...”

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Two weeks ago...

It was a slightly chilly night in the town of Furinkan in Nerima Ward, Tokyo. All of the inhabitants of the Tendo househould had gone asleep, or it seemed that way, clearly the faint light illuminating from the dojo connected to the house proved otherwise. From outside, a lone figure could be seen through the shoji screens to be be practicing just the basics of the Anything Goes Martial Arts. The female figure was trying to keep everything quiet, yet unbeknownst to her, someone had very sharp ears.

The shoji door connecting the dojo to the house slid open, revealing a rather tired Ranma Saotome clad in orange shorts that stopped at his mid-thigh and a white wife beater that clearly showed off his muscles. “I knew I heard someone in here...”

“Ranma, what are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he chuckled and made his way to the center of the dojo, standing beside a punching bag. “You're the last person I would have expected to be practicing in here,” he punched the bag, watching it sway heavily away from him, and delivering a roundhouse kick in perfect time as it came back to him. “I thought you hated violence.”

The other inhabitant of the dojo just nodded, fingering the hem of her gi. “I do... but sometimes it's inevitable.”

“So... Kasumi, who taught you this?”

“My father, naturally. It was his plan for me to take over the dojo since I am the eldest... but things happened. Besides, I was never that interested in martial arts anyway... I just practice what I know to keep in shape.” She looked down at the hardwood floor, a slight blush gracing her cheeks. “I'm sorry I woke you... I'm done now thou--”

“Spar with me,” he said gruffly.

Kasumi shook her head, “I... don't think so. I'm not very good at that.”

“It's just a little spar,” he grinned and placed his hands over her wrists, pulling her hands away from her gi. “Get in a fighting position.”

“Ranma... I seriously don't think--”

“Come on... I'll go easy on you,” he smirked and positioned himself in a fighting stance.

“Okay,” Kasumi stood in her own fighting stance, her hands balled into loose fists and arms protecting her chest, her knees slightly bent.

Ranma moved his feet, switching the direction he faced before sending a jab Kasumi's way, which she expertly blocked and returned with a roundhouse kick. Ranma ducked quickly, raising an arm to her leg in order to keep her off balance and finished with a sweep kick to the leg on the floor. He was prepared to catch her so that she wouldn't fall onto the hard floor, but was surprised to see that she had broken her fall by landing in a hand stand and pushing off the floor to land gracefully into her fighting stance.

Ranma gave her a smirk before punching her in the shoulder lightly enough not to hurt her, yet forceful enough to make her lose her balance. He quickly repeated the same thing with the other shoulder and watched her stagger a bit. He knelt down and delivered another sweep to her legs, this time catching her completely off guard.

She was falling, ready to make impact the hard floor, but it never came. Her eyes, which were tightly shut, immediately opened and widened in surprise at the sight of Ranma under her, hands on either side of her waist.

“Why do you hide this from everyone?” Ranma looked up at her, there was no indication that he would let her go.

She sighed, “After my mother died... I had to grow up quickly. I was busy making sure the family was well fed and taken care of, so my father taught Akane instead.”

“Any regrets?”

Kasumi shook her head. She was playing housewife now, and she absolutely loved it. “No... I like taking care of the family... but sometimes I think... what if I continued with martial arts... would it have been my life?”

“I think you would have ended up where you are eventually,” he paused to place his hand on her cheek, an action that made her blush. “You're not a fighter... you're too kind. That's what I like about you,” he leaned in to give her a light kiss on the cheek. It was quick and short, but Kasumi could tell it wasn't a friendly kiss. In that small action, she could feel something akin to... desire?

“R-Ranma?”

“Yes?” his hand returned to her waist, moving up her thigh and back to her waist, vigorously brushing over her pants. “What is it?”

“I think maybe we should get up,” she placed her hands on either side of his face and tried pushing off of him with her knees. However, Ranma wasn't having any of that. He pulled her closer to him, pressing her chest against his.

“I think we should stay down here... don't you?”

“What about Akane?” she asked.

“What about her?” a hand made its way up her gi, making contact with the flesh of her back.

“She loves you,” she said.

“As a friend... and so do I. I'm surprised she hasn't told you she's been fooling around with Gosunkugi. She likes those sickly dudes.”

“Father will be disappointed.”

“Screw your father,” he slowly untied the belt around her gi.

“Ranma!”

“I know you want me...” he whispered into her ear as he caressed her bare back under her shirt. “Don't think I don't see those looks you give me during breakfast, or the jealousy in your eyes when one of my fiancées comes by.”

“Ranma, this is wrong and you know it.”

“How is it wrong?” Ranma's lips brushed over her own. “If anything, your father and mine forcing me to marry a girl who loves someone else is wrong.”

“Ranma I--”

He cut her off by pressing his lips to hers in a crushing kiss. His tongue ghosted over her lower lip, silently asking for entrance to her moist cavern which was immediately granted. The kiss continued for quite a while, until Ranma pulled back for air. “You're talking too much.”

Kasumi seemed to be in deep thought, thinking about the recent kiss he had given her. He was correct in his assumption that she liked him to some degree. So many times did she find herself wanting to just run her hands through his hair or wipe the sweat off his muscles after a hard day of training. Oftentimes, she just wanted to sit Akane down and scold her, or even do harm to her, after she would treat Ranma so awfully. Hell, she was even appalled at her father and Mr. Saotome for not getting in between their many fights and chalking it up to them just getting to know each other.

“What's on your mind Kasumi?” his voice was low and husky, his breath caressing the skin of her neck.

“N-nothing,” it was a little white lie, and the deep blush on her cheeks gave that away.

“Hm... then let's change that, shall we?” he deftly turned them over so that Kasumi's back was against the floor and he was kneeling over her with each hand pinning her wrists to the floor.

“Ranma... what are you--”

He kissed her once again, this time more passionate and less sloppy than the first. One hand still kept her wrist pinned down while the other played through her hair, undoing the pink bow she always wore. Kasumi was, at first, trying to pull away. It wasn't right and he was supposed to be engaged to Akane, her sister. This was dishonorable, but how she wanted it. She played the innocent, untouchable woman for far too long and now she had the man that she admired kissing her senseless. She needed this.

Her own hands started moving of their own accord, frantically running through his hair and lowering to brush over his chest under his white top. Ranma pulled away from her warm lips, lowering to her neck, sucking and nipping at the flesh there. He didn't care if he would leave a mark, in fact, he hoped he did. That way, people would know she belong to him, and he to her. Maybe then, those other fiancées would leave him alone.

“Oh Kasumi... you don't know what you're doing to me,” he leaned into her neck, biting harder, yet not hard enough to hurt her, and dropped his hips toward her body, letting her feel the erection steadily growing in his shorts.

Kasumi gasped at the feel of it pressed against her thigh. She was already having second thoughts, but tried to stay steadfast in her decision. When else would she get this chance? Her hands dropped the the waist of his shorts, just ghosting over the skin of his abdomen. “Ranma...” he responded to her by licking her collarbone and moaning in satisfaction as her hands continued exploring his abdomen. “Make love to me.”

Ranma stopped everything he was doing and let go of her wrist. He leaned back and looked down at her inquisitively. “Are you... sure?”

Kasumi nodded and placed her arms around his neck, looking up at him with sultry eyes, “Please... fuck me.”

Ranma was surprised. Never had he heard Kasumi curse the entire time he had lived in the Tendo household. To hear someone so sweet and pure use such a vulgar word was... hot. Who was he to deny her such a request? He grinned mischievously and placed both hands at the waist of her pants. “If you say so...” with one yank, the pants were off. His hands roamed over her bare thighs, eyes never leaving hers.

Kasumi was being uncharacteristically impatient with the air over her bare legs, she was about to say something, anything for Ranma to continue, however, Ranma seemed to have read her mind. She gasped sharply as she felt his hands slip into the waistband of her panties, fingering the lips of her pussy.

“Oh Ranma, please...”

“Please what?” Ranma grinned before plunging a finger into her womanhood, to which she let out a strained moan, trying to keep quiet. “Shh... you don't want the whole house to come down and see what I'm doing to you, do you?”

Kasumi shook her head, no she didn't want that. Not only would that be embarrassing, but what would her father do to Ranma knowing that he was having sex with his fiancée's sister?

He added another finger, pumping in and out at a fast pace. He didn't want her to cum just yet, but he needed to get her wet enough for the main event. He didn't want to hurt her. This was his first time, but with perverted friends like Hiroshi and Daisuke, he knew a lot about sex.

After adding a third finger, careful not to stimulate her clitoris, he decided she was wet enough. Ranma pulled his fingers out of her wet sheath and sat back on his knees. He slowly pulled his pants down, revealing his hardened member to an awed Kasumi. It was the first time she had seen that part of the male anatomy since she had never gone this far with Dr. Tofu before he left. Unconsciously, she licked her lips.

“Like what you see?”

She nodded and propped herself up on her elbows, panting heavily and looking at him through half-lidded eyes. She reached one of her arms toward him, making him lean down and immediately kissing the junction between her neck and shoulder. His erection was placed right up against her opening.

“Is this... your first time?” he whispered into her ear.

“Yes... is this... yours?” Kasumi hoped he said yes, of course with four fiancées, she sincerely doubted that.

He smiled at her and nodded his head against her neck, “You're my first.” With that, he gripped her hips and thrust into her wet sheath, stopping to kiss her before her scream of pain could be heard throughout the house. Tears flowed down her eyes as he tore through her hymen in one fell swoop.

“I'm sorry,” he kissed all over her face and wiped the tears with his hands.

“It's okay... I knew this would hurt at first,” her arms tightened over his shoulders, hands squeezing his back. He kept still for just a few minutes.

“It's alright Ranma... you can start.”

That was all the assurance he needed. He thrust into her, still careful not to hurt her.

“Faster Ranma... harder,” she panted.

He happily acquiesced, pounding harder into her at a more frantic pace. He was losing control, but at the moment didn't care. All that mattered was pleasing this beautiful woman underneath him. His hands kept busy, fingers brushing over her nipples and flat abdomen.

“Ranma, I think I'm going to...”

“Me too...” he thrust into her even harder, awaiting her climax, stimulating her climax with his thumb. He could feel his climax coming as well. He kissed her passionately as he thrust into her one last time, filling her with his life giving sperm, a river of their combined cum leaking from where they joined onto the floor.

He collapsed onto her, keeping his weight from crushing her while still inside her. He could tell that she was tired – she had been awake since six in the morning that day – and gave him a weak smile before she kissed him on the lips, “That was... amazing.”

As much as he wanted to make love to her again, he knew that she wasn't up for it. She was too tired. Instead, he cleaned her up, re-dressing her in her gi. Even if it sounded quiet in the house, it didn't mean that it was necessarily so. After getting dressed himself, he picked her up bridal style and headed to her own room, vowing to come back to the dojo and clean up a bit before going to bed himself.

He placed Kasumi on her bed, she was already knocked out by the time he had gotten up to her room. With one last look at her, he stood up. How he wanted to join her in bed, but he was no fool. He knew there would be an uproar once his father and Mr. Tendo found out. Not only did he deflower his precious daughter, but he wasn't even engaged to her. They also hadn't used protection... what if she became pregnant... out of wedlock? That would certainly ruin her.

All in all, he knew what he would do if that came to pass. Screw his family and hers. He wanted her, not Akane, and he wouldn't let some stupid “agreement” keep him from truly being happy. “I love you.” with that said, he left her room.

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Present...

“You've got to tell Ranma...” Akane said while sitting on her bed.

“I can't... what if he doesn't--”

“Take care of the kid?” Akane finished for her and narrowed her eyes in fury. “Then I'll kick his ass... he is the father of this child and he should take responsibility for once.”

“Akane don't... this is between me and Ranma,” Kasumi sat beside Akane, looking down at her stomach.

“Then go tell him... we'll worry about our parents later,” Akane placed a reassuring hand on her sister's shoulder and nudged her out the door.

Kasumi nodded. She was going to tell him. He deserved to know that she would bear him a child. “Okay... wish me luck.” With one last worried look, Kasumi walked out of Akane's room and toward Ranma's.

His bedroom door was already opened and there he was, doing one handed pushups, looking devilishly handsome with his black drawstring pants and white muscle shirt.

“Ahem,” she cleared her throat. His blue eyes met her brown ones and they stared at eachother for what seemed like minutes until she broke the eye contact. “W-we should talk.”

He ushered her into the room, closing and locking the door behind her. He had wanted to talk after they had sex, but that seemed impossible with the way their family always interrupted their quiet moments. Since then, he hadn't spent as much time as he wanted with her. “Yeah?”

“You... remember two weeks ago... when we...”

“Of course,” he looked into her eyes and brushed his fingers over her cheek before leaning in for a chaste kiss. “That was the best night of my life.”

“I enjoyed it too,” she blushed. “But...”

“What?”

Kasumi inhaled and exhaled deeply, gaining the strength to tell him. She saw the fear in his blue eyes and wondered if he would deny their child. “I'm pregnant.”

He was shocked. When Kasumi came into his room asking to talk, he was expecting her to regret what happened, or ask to just remain friends, not... this? Though he was pleased it wasn't the latter. “Ex..cuse me?”

“I'm pregnant,” she said again, then continued her speech. “I am fully capable of caring for this child myself... still, you're the father and I thought you should know. You are welcome to visitations and--”

“Kasumi...” his hands on her shoulders effectively shut her up. “I'm helping you raise this child,” his voice was quiet and laced with something she couldn't quite place. “Because... I love you.”

She couldn't believe it. She was so worried that he wouldn't accept her or their unborn child and he did... plus telling her that he loved her. She was so happy that tears poured from her eyes and she couldn't help but hug him. “Oh Ranma... I love you too!”

He smiled genuinely and pulled her up in his strong arms, spinning her around. “Come on,” he pulled her toward his bedroom door.

“Where are we going?”

“To tell everyone we're gonna be parents...” he could see her smile fall, he knew she was worried about what would happen. “Don't worry. If they can't accept it, we'll just leave here... start over.”

Kasumi nodded, “You're right...” she squeezed his hand and led him out the door, walking downstairs to greet the family. One thing was for sure, she didn't know what awaited them, but whatever it was, they'd face it with heads held high... because they were together, and that's all that mattered.

Decided to post this up again after deleting it. I really like this pairing and I'm sad that there aren't enough stories about them let alone lemons.
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