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Ranma: Ranma One-Akane 1-2: Where's Ranma? By Ron Dow75 1: Rising in a Furo Ranma found himself falling towards one of those springs: He screamed!! Splash! Ranma quickly rose from the warm water. There was something different about his body. First of all he was tenser-and getting tenser-than he'd ever felt before, every shrunken muscle tightening. Second, he was more naked than he'd ever felt in his life. And third, and most attention grabbing of all: He had boobs!! So shocked was he that he couldn't look beyond them, but he felt the unspeakably girly body he had been shoved in. "Iiiiiiiii!!" his girl voice screamed. "You fall?!" a concerned woman called out. "Answer me, please!?!" Startled, Ranma would have slammed into a wall if the body hadn't cramped up on her. Angry, Ranma looked around, past the body that didn't want her, either. She was standing in a furo, a Japanese-style bathtub, in a tiled Japanese-style bath-and-shower-only- room. How the hell did he get here?!! {How!!? What a stupid question!! If you can change bodies like that Chinese guide was talkin' about what's changin' location?!! It made stupid logic. Isn't it EASIER to bring the non-physical you to the physical??} The door from the outer changing room opened, "Akane!?! Are you okay?!!" Standing there was a young ponytailed woman in a skirt, blouse and an apron. What to do? What to do?! "Hai!" he said hard and fast. {What am I going to tell her!?! I'm not who she thinks I am!? I'm a boy inside the body of the girl she knows? Yeah, right!! What kind of pervert would she think I was! She would think it was my idea-that, that I'd DONE something terrible to the girl so that I could have her body!!} That did nothing to relax her muscles. The uncooperative muscles did help her from doing something suspicious, like trying to hide her body from somebody of the same gender. That was something that just wasn't normally done in Japan. The concerned woman {Has to be the girl's sister.} said, "Oh, my, the soaking really doesn't appear to have helped you at all, Akane. I know you're upset that a blow went past you. But you still won your little fight, right?" Ranma looked at up past the boobs and at the large bruise on her left shoulder. {I guess girls aren't supposed to feel like this normally.} Then she wondered as she made her first conscious movements, what else a girl wasn't supposed to feel. {There's a whole lot different ones to choose from. -Like: Why does the voice I'm THINKIN' with sound like the girl's!!?!!} The big sister asked, "Are you sure you're okay?" "Hai!" It worked once before. {The voice I'm thinking in sounds even girlier than the outside one!!} The motherly type sighed, "Well, be sure to put some more of Dr. Tofu's herbal ointment on. And not just on the bruise, I would say. I've done the wash, and left some of your things out here for you." "Hai! I mean, thank you. I guess." The woman whose ponytail hung down in front {She can't be very much older than I am. Or was. (How old is this girl?)} paused to stare at her. {Oh, man! I hope she don't see me in her kid sister!} Ranma breathed a long sigh of relief when the stranger slid the door closed. Her aching shoulders sagged, bringing her boobs together. They were two of the few places that didn't hurt. {Fat deposits!} cursed the once lean fighting machine. Anger swelling within her, and still confused, she got out of the furo. -And nearly slipped on a bar of soap that had somehow gotten near this end of the bath! {It's suppose to be by the shower head on the wall!!} she seethed, too stiff to kick it across the room. {I already feel clumsy and awkward enough! I coulda fallen into the water!} For the almost the first time, her conscious became most focus on her lower body: The thighs, the butt, and the hips. {They have to be wider than normal!} Especially the hips. {It would be where all her strength is-Yee...ow, ch-ch-ch- ch! I'm a guy! I want upper-body strength!} But even those thinner, weaker muscles fought her. Her mental health was not ready to register what her senses were telling her about her missing manhood and the wound she was left with. (She was already thinking of it like that.) Drips sliding down her sleek body, she reached out for the towel. She was just about to use it, when she realized that she would have to touch {Touch!? Rub!} this soft body. (Soft was not a word martial artists liked.) {Start with the safest bits.} But as she went to bend over {Yer-oww....}, she felt the weights over her pecs shift. She decided to lift a leg up {Hiss!} and rest it on the rim of the furo. Patting as quickly as she could {Didn't the girl do any exercises!!?! She finally had enough of feelin' this fat, and she tried to get rid of it all at once, I bet! Stupid!!}, she made it all the way up to her boobs without embarrassing herself too much. {You're not this way or that way; REMEMBER, you wear blinders.} For those, she took the ends of the towel, and brought them around towards her back, pressing the towel against them. That would have to do. But it left a chill on naked boobs as she jarred her way on stiff legs to the door. {Damn! Does everything have to jiggle and wobble!? I hope the body isn't this clumsy when it's feeling okay.} When she got to the changing room, she looked around. It was bigger than most of those he'd seen. But it didn't look they had had that much money. {She must be in a rural part of Japan, where they had space. Still, they had to have some money to afford the property taxes...} (There are no pants out here!) The only things were girl's clothes lying on the clothes washer. {Oh, great! If I'm a girl, I'm going to have to wear her clothes!} he groaned. {Don't I feel enough like a pervert!} "I'm not going to do it," she swore. "Nothing's gonna make me do anything I have to do." *** Ranma opened the bathroom door and stuck her head out. {No, neck, don't kink up on me too!} Nobody was in sight down the hall. She looked around the door. No exit there! Tiptoeing as best she could in the pink mule slippers, she hurried to find an escape. Only to stop. {What am I doin'??! All I got on is this short bathrobe I found.} At least it was a thick terrycloth. Grumbling, her sore legs hitched down the hall. She cried: "AAA!!" throwing up her hands and bending her middle fingers, when she nearly bumped into the girl's big- sister again! {Pain!!} The tall woman blinked. "Akane, are you sure you're okay?" The statue-like Ranma told her, "I'm okay." The woman knew better, but decided not to press the issue. She asked, "Why aren't you dressed?" While she worked to uncramp herself, Ranma struggled to think of something, "I, I want to wear something else." At least it was the truth. The woman sighed, "You'd better hurry, then. It'll be dinner, soon. We're having company." She reached out for Ranma's head; her martial arts training was ready to be triggered. But: "And do something about your hair," she smiled as she pulled at a string in Ranma's hair. {So that's why the hair was feelin' like that.} A tress of hair fell loose down past her neck. "...Er, right." {The girl has long hair? That's just great, too. Can't she give me any break!} As the woman whose own hair was tied up in front with a big white bow turned to go up the main hall, Ranma cased the place. {There's got to be a guy livin' here. Women don't live alone much in Japan, do they? I just gotta find the master bedroom, grab some of his clothes, and I can get outa here!} Ranma watched as the woman of the house {Was the girl visitin' her married sister?} enter the kitchen. Across the hall was another room with an open doorway. But right ahead was a door that was closed. (It's a place to start.} It took several long seconds for her to get her muscles to unclench enough to get to the door. "Akane!??" Ranma jumped back, "I wasn't doin' any-" The muscles seized, and she slammed against the side of the hall; she felt her boobs jello. A new girl shook her head as she regarded her. This copper haired one in the chinos and a man's size T-shirt over a tank top didn't look as concerned as the older one. "Believe me, Akane, there's nothing of value in Daddy's 'Forbidden' Room." {Another sister. How many girls were there?!} "Uh, how about, uh... brother's room?" The sister with the short hair said, "You got hit on the head./?" Ranma wasn't sure if that was a question or a statement. "That's why I avoid martial arts as much as possible." Ranma's ears picked up. "Martial arts?! What do you know about martial arts?" The taller girl gaze became intense, "I know enough to assess a situation rather than charge into a brawl blindly, like you do." {That's why this body hurts like this? The girl gets in brawls?!} A long suppressed trauma threatened to emerge. No!! She wouldn't let it haunt her: {What kind of girl does that!?! What kind of creep or idiot fights girls? She doesn't fight girls, does she!? Oh, no: The Code! I gotta get outa her!!} The sister said, "No patented answer?" She turned to call over her shoulder, "Kasumi! We've got a bigger problem than we thought!" *** Still in the short bathrobe, her bare, shaven legs visibly twitching, Ranma told them as she strode {Man that's hard to do when you're stove up! But I've had enough practice in fighting hurt to do THAT.} into the dining room, "I'm not goin' to lie down! You can't make me." {It means going into a girl's room, all cute and girly, reeking of perfume, I bet!} The tallest sister said, "Oh, my." The mustached man {Yes!} with very long hair looked up from whatever he was doing at the low Japanese-style table. "Lie down!?! Is there something wrong with my little girl?" (Ranma tried to control the tic developing under her left eye. {This guy's wearin' a brown gi. He's a martial artist? No matter if he's any good, he's still in better shape than I am right now.}) Nabiki said, "Anything wrong with Akane? Besides the usual? She won't answer the simplest questions! She's trying to bluff her way out of letting us know the truth." Kasumi asked, "The truth, Nabiki?" Nabiki told them, "As much as it may sound like an over- used plot device, Akane has amnesia." Kasumi said, "Oh, my!" The girl's father studied Ranma. "Is that true, Akane?! I did hear you got into a fight at school today." Ranma, not knowing anything about what was going on, uncharacteristically kept her mouth shut. {Focus on just one thing: Get some decent clothes, and then get the hell out of here!! You have to get back to China!} Nabiki crossed her arms as she kept her eyes on her little sister, "The word is she got so angry at Kuno-Baby, she became reckless, and let her guard down." Then she added, "Another visit to Dr. Tofu's the budget could do without." Kasumi said, "Dr. Tofu said it was free, as a favor to the family," reminding her money-conscious sister. Nabiki said, "Then he's going to charge for the house-call his visit's going to turn into." Her silence already killing her, Ranma had to say, "No house-calls! No doctors! I'm not havin' anybody pokin' things I don't even want to poke!" The tic got worse. Kasumi said, "Oh, my..." The father said, "But, Akane, you always said how much you like Dr. Tofu." Nabiki said, more to herself, "If this is anything more than temporary amnesia, I hope Tofu will be satisfied with our home cooking, and company, because it looks as if we're going to need the money for the hospital bill." Ranma heard her clearly: "Oh, no! No hospital! That's worse than a house-call!!" {I'll get the guy-clothes somewhere else!} With that, Ranma mustered all of his training to take control of her feuding muscles: She leaped for the open shoji door to the garden behind the girl's father. He hopped onto the top of the low table, and aimed a foot for the top of his head. Thinking the guy really didn't deserve the disrespect, she had enough time and determination to summersault in mid-air, and tumble over him. Kasumi cried, "Oh, My!!" Nabiki observed, "She doesn't have ANY lingerie on!" The father twisted around to see, "-And she's headed for the wall! After her!! We can't let her disgrace herself like that!!" Kasumi tried to reassure them, "It's not her fault! She's not herself, today!" He reminded the daughter who was following him, "Somebody with trauma should not engage in strenuous activity!" Nabiki answered, "We have to catch her to tell her that!" Rounding the koi pond, Ranma began to stumble, and her path began to weave as her mastery of the body began to falter. She had put most of her reserves into just getting out of the house. If she met the person who the girl had fought with earlier, there was a good chance Ranma would lose the rematch. Nabiki yelled, "Akane! Come back! Don't be a baka! You're only going to make thing worse!" The father was crying, "Akane! My poor Akane! Don't injure your mind or reputation any more than they already have been!!" Ranma was at last near the privacy wall that ran around the compound. "That's what I'm trying to do!" Summoning up the last of her supply of chi, she vaulted up. "For my honor!!" Her boobs were the last to leave. The father stopped dead in his tracks, "Akane!!" he said in surprise. Ranma barely got a knee up on one of the tiles that formed eaves on the cement wall. Using hands that protested their use, she was able to get a grip, and pull the rest of the strange, bottom-heavy body up. Nabiki came up to her daddy, "She's finally gone over the edge. Let's just hope she doesn't believe in all those stories about martial arts flying techniques." They watched intensely, and helplessly, as Akane disappeared over the wall. *** Kasumi headed for the front gate of the house. "I do hope Akane decides to take this route." She had just gone out onto the sidewalk, when she saw Akane! She was cradled unconscious in the arms of... "Dr. Tofu! You're a lifesaver! I hope your technique was gentle." The glasses of the man in the black gi glazed over. "K, Ka, Kasumi!?!" He turned. He walked Akane and himself into a part of the wall where the gate wasn't. He backed up, and walked forward into the same spot. He backed up, and... *** Ranma woke up feeling no pain. It took her a moment to realize she wasn't feeling much of anything. She was floating... as if she'd been drugged. "The, the hospital!" She tried to get up, to escape again. {E, every...thing's spinnin'...} The firm hands gently pressed her back down by her triceps. "You're at home, in your bed," a strange man tried to assure her. {Home? I have no home...I, I've been on the road for (what is it, now?)...ten years...} The part about not being in a hospital was true, though, she thought. The room looked more like a bedroom than any hospital she'd imagined. What tension she was able to find eased considerably when she saw that, {It doesn't... ook like my idea of a girl's bedroom, either... And it definitely didn't smell like perfume. It stinks like... burning herb tea. Incense?} A crying man with long hair told her, "That's right, my dear Akane, you're safe in your own home... with the family that loves you: Very much!" And the tears began to flow even more freely. {Akane? Isn't that a, a girl's... name?} She thought. She caught sight of mounds that rose up the front of the yellow pajama top she had on. {I... I guess, I am a, girl...} Nabiki asked, "Dr. Tofu, are you sure Akane won't have to go to a hospital? I need to know, if I'm going to raise the extra money." The doctor brought the edge of the blanket up, and tucked his groggy patient in, "There are no guarantees, just probabilities." Despite the words he smiled for the barely aware Akane. "But the Turtle-Over-Snake shiatsu/pressure- point technique has proven quite effective in the past with cases like this." He rose from his spot on the edge of the Akane's bed, "I have examined her carefully with GP methods I've learned from Western and Eastern medicine. Physically, there is no head trauma, or any other indication of why she should have the symptoms you described. Therefore, it must be psychosomatic. The moxibustion/herb-burning technique I've applied to the skin turns it around to somatopsychic. (No, Mr. Tendo, that's short for psychiatric.)" Nabiki raised an eyebrow. "It still sounds like mumbo- jumbo, to me." The doctor smiled, "I simply means that we are able to do things without conscious effort because we've taken the lessons we've learned and stored them in the lowest parts of our brain. They are more a part of our bodies than our minds." Nabiki was still skeptical, "And you've 'turned the valve around'. Akane's reflexes and habits are now supposed to guide her consciousness." Mr. Tendo demanded, "She, she's not going to be a zombie, is she?!" Dr. Tofu's smile became stronger, "Of course not. It just means when she comes to a choice about what to do, she will do what Akane would normally do." Nabiki said, "Are we SURE we want her to act like her prototypical self? Can't we get something better?" Her daddy said, "Now, Nabiki. If it will help Akane recover her memories, I say we give her free reign." Nabiki rolled her eyes, "Whatever you say, Daddy." Dr. Tofu said, "Now, to help reinforce the process, I will give her a post-hypnotic suggestion. Whenever she starts to act like anything else but Akane, I want somebody to say the triggering word. Do you have any ideas for one?" Nabiki smirked a smile, "If she's to have free reign, let's make it 'Wild Stallion'." *** Ranma woke up in something he hadn't slept on in ages, a bed. He felt warm and cozy, and rolled over to go back to her wonderful dreamless sleep. Her spine bent too far up, and her butt stuck too far out. Her hips poked too deep into the mattress. And as for those things holding onto her chest... These and a 47 other annoyances pushed the prospect of sleep further and further away. Then the last, and worst went past her ability to ignore it. She was forced to use muscles Ranma never had to before. "I have to go to the little girl's room." {Little girl's room?? Where'd that come from?} As soon as she threw off the covers her anger was in full bloom. {My manhood is gone! There's nothing there! I've been castrated! And a full bladder isn't gonna to let you forget that! From both sides!!} But she said, "Another school day! Another round of fights!" {Fightin's not the manhood I meant, ya know!} She thought at whoever was working her mouth. Running her fingers through her irritating long, long brunet hair and finding strands that wanted to tangle, and a few that had, she shuffled grumpily to the door. {But I'm sour, not just grumpy.} She didn't know how she was able to find it, but she went straight to the lav on what had to be the second floor of the house. Whosever house this was. She did things that she didn't know that girls did in the lav {Not that I've ever thought about what they did. Man, this is disustin'!}, and shuffled her way back to the room she'd woken up in. When she got to her room she checked the clock on the top shelf of the headboard. The time said 7:25. The mouth said something about school. {I think school normally starts about 8:30.} Her hands started taking off her yellow 'sunny cat head' pajamas. {Hey! I didn't tell you that you could do that! Hey!! Stop!} She wasn't wearing a bra underneath. But she was wearing panties with white-with-blue-polka-dots. {Girls must miss a lot of things below them because of their boobs stickin' out like this, gettin' in their way.} She stepped out of her pajama bottoms with her sparsely stubbled legs. The bottom followed the top onto the bed. Pushing the stray strands of hair back, she went to the closet. The draw she first pulled open had panties in it. Her hand reached out blindly. It came back with a white and lacey taffeta one. {Aw, man! It would be one-a the worst of the bunch! I don't wanna wear them!! What!!?! The girl can't wear what she wore to bed!!?! I do it all the time!!} In her imagination, she was doing fighting off the attack of the man-killer lingerie with martial arts moves: Toad's leap! Snake fist! Crane's beak! Leopard's Paw: Slash! Tear! Rip! Rip! Unfortunately, it remained in her imagination. Lifting her leg, she stepped into the unbelievably girly thing {No! I don't wanna be a pervert! Stop!! Tenshin Amaguriken!! What's that!?! I'm loosing it!! Where's a cat when you need one!!!} one leg at a time, and pulled them up around that big butt of hers. The hands spent a couple of seconds feeling how smooth they were against her body. {I wanna puke!} She then opened up another drawer. It was just as Ranma feared: Bras. The hand pulled out a simple bra. It wasn't taffeta or lacey. It didn't match the panties in any way. But it was peach-colored. {It's almost the same color as the skin! Nude, naked, like I'm not wearin' a bra when I am!! Wait: Is that good or bad??!} The hand brought it around her back. Hooking the fasteners together in front, she then turned it around to wear the cups were around to where they were supposed to be. {Okay! For a minute there, I thought the hands didn't know what they were doin'. Even I know where these holders go.} Her arms snaked into the opening and then pulled each other's straps up onto their shoulders, pausing to reposition the boobs inside their holders. There was a bother of adjusting the boobs, the straps, the band, everything there was about the bra, it seemed to Ranma. {If girls have to go through this every morning, why wear 'em!?!} But there was no question that if she was going to have to wear a bra, Ranma damned well understood why it had to be done. It certainly seemed to go on longer than she would've thought it should've. {Hasn't the stupid girl even learned how to do this right!!?!} But every time she stopped, Ranma was still left uncomfortable in it, and she began readjusting it, again. Finally Ranma realized she was never going to get it to be any more comfortable. That was just about when the fussing with the bra stopped. A final slide of a strap, roll of the shoulder under it, and she was ready to... Ranma groaned. 2: In a Lather Kasumi in the same pink skirt and yellow blouse but fresh white frilly apron and matching hair bow from yesterday called from the bottom of the stairs, "Akane!! Akane, are you ready?!!" She hesitated about going upstairs and checking on her poor baby-sister. "It's time for breakfast!" Nabiki was already dressed in her slip, blue jumper with the bow in the back and short puffy sleeve white blouse school uniform. "She missed her usual morning jog. It makes me wonder just how effective this puppet-thing of Dr. Tofu is." Kasumi tried to reassure herself, "The doctor said sleep was the best thing for her at that point." Nabiki commented, "Just before he fell down the stairs." Why he did things like that was something nobody ever talked about with Kasumi. Kasumi asked, "Didn't you say he gave her something to make her sleep through the night?" Nabiki tried not to shudder. "Acupuncture." Everybody had a weak point; needles were hers. Kasumi smiled, "That's good. I hear sleeping pills can be addicting. I'm sure acupuncture isn't." Nabiki commented, "I should hope so." Kasumi turned to look back up the stairs. "I should go and check on her." Nabiki checked her watch, "Give her five more minutes. If she isn't down, she just isn't going to be keeping to her usual behavior patterns." Kasumi headed up the stairs anyway. She paused to ask, "What was that word, again?" Nabiki, thinking her big-sister wanted to believe in a magic word to go with the Tofu's magic spell, said, "'Wild Stallion'." Kasumi nodded, but said, "Shouldn't it be 'Wild Mare'? Akane is, after all, a female." Nabiki's business voice came out, "'Wild Stallion' has more punch, as they say in advertising, and that makes it more effective as a trigger." Then her tone changed, "Besides, she's not the type to be part of a herd; she creates herds. A stallion more suits her." Kasumi said, "All the more reason for it to be 'mare'. You're right, though, about her being not as feminine as she could be. Do you think we can get the doctor to do something about that, too?" Nabiki shook her head, "Tofu said for her to get her memories back, she has to be surrounded by familiar people, place, doing familiar things. And doing them in the same way as she did them before." Kasumi sighed, "And that means acting like, forgive me, Akane, a tomboy." Nabiki checked her watch, again, "And it means going to school like she usually does. If she doesn't come down, and have her breakfast..." Kasumi beamed up at the top of the stairs at the ponytailed "Akane! You dressed yourself." Dr. Tofu said amnesia could reduce a person to the level of a two-year-old. "Not exactly." Feeling stupid and like a pervert, a frowning Ranma wondered how far they could see under the blue dress she had on from down there. {Don't think about it; don't sweat it; it's not my body. I'm not really a girl, so this ain't really my body they're looking at...} Nabiki said, "You made it under the wire, Akane." Ranma saw that the shorthaired teen was in the same dress outfit as she was in. {A school uniform. That means -Ugh!- school. And school is, is-out in public.} Nabiki continued, "I don't have all that much faith in this hoodoo treatment, but if it saves us from more expensive ones, I'm glad to see it doing its magic." Kasumi chided, "Nabiki!" Nabiki answered, "Look, I want Akane back to as normal as she gets, too. But I think that means we need to think of back-up options: In case this one doesn't work! That's the bottom line, here." Kasumi got misty-eyed, "Thank you, Nabiki." Before things got saccharin, Nabiki told Akane, "Come on, and eat breakfast, so I can walk you to school!" Ranma asked, "School!?!" She had hoped the body had dressed her this way because it didn't know she was too sick to go. "Walk me?!" the chances of her escape lessened again. Nabiki told her, "Yes. I've been elected your baby-sitter until I can get you home." Everything moved when Ranma went down the Japanese-style narrow, steep stairs. But she didn't jiggle as much as she was afraid she would. It seemed to her as if the body knew how to minimize most of the unnecessary squirming of the only firm layer of fat (Gross!} she had under her skin. Kasumi put her hands together, "She moves almost normally." Nabiki said, "What were you expecting? She's not a zombie." Kasumi answered, "Or a clockwork doll," backing down the stairs to allow her baby-sister to come down. *** The only action that she felt was her own, so far, was the tying up of the stupidly long hair in a ponytail in back and out of the way. {It probably looks like the older sister's. But at least there's no bow!} The frown locked on an unhandsome face, Ranma found herself sitting girl-style, not boy-style on the tatami floor. Her knees were together, and her heels were under her thighs. When it was time to get up, she was sure she would rise the same way she lowered herself, with the balls of her feet, her toes gripping. Very Japanese, she'd found in her travels. And it didn't let her forget that she had hips, thighs and a butt, in that order. {And a tiny waist to accent it all.} Her stomach growled. {Girls do that?} She thought naively. The girl's father was sitting across from her. He was famed by a view of the garden. {Don't they ever close that garden door! It's mocking me: "Escape is so close, so far..."} "Er, uh, so, Akane, how are you feeling, today?" Ranma said, moodily, "I don't want to talk about it." {I wish I could stop thinking as easy. I don't want to listen to the sound of her voice at all.} Nabiki sat at one end of the table, studying her more blatantly, "That's not like the Akane we know. She's let's everybody know how she feels." (Mr. Tendo muttered, "I really didn't mean that kind of feeling.) A kneeling, still smiling Kasumi set one of the bowls of misao soup in front of their father; "It would help you feel better. A girl just naturally has to express herself." Nabiki raised an eyebrow towards Kasumi but let it go. This was Akane's time. Ranma snorted, "By expressing herself, you mean girls just naturally have to talk." He couldn't miss that on his travels. {Look at that, even their dad is nodding.} Kasumi ladled soup into another bowl for Nabiki, who told her stubborn baby-sister, "Look, Akane, you have amnesia. Just sulking and not talking is not going to jar any memories loose." Ranma glanced at her, then down {A bust.} at the place the next bowl would go. Sulking, "You don't want to hear about what I remember." Judging by Akane's tone, Nabiki said, "I had a good reason to do whatever it is you remember I did to you." Kasumi reminded, "Nabiki, everybody has their own perspective. I think it's encouraging she has any memories of you, no matter inconsiderate you are in them." She ladled Akane's bowl. Nabiki said, "Oh? And what kind of memory fragments does she have of you? You're not ALWAYS happy and cheerful, you know." Rising Japanese-style, Kasumi brought the breakfast soup over to Akane; "I always try to be: Show your own family the friendly demeanor you show to the public. It's a way to show respect to others, something that all who value the traditional Japanese ways should do." The soup was placed in front of Akane. She glanced at it, then the Nabiki chick, "Does she always talk like that?" Nabiki said, "No. I think she's trying to give you advice on how you should behave today." And she gave a clearly fake smile, "Japanese are famous for smiling even when they don't want to. It comes from not wanting to give the slightest offense." Martial artist Ranma well knew about that. But looking back at Kasumi, she had to ask, "Are you sure that's fake?" *** They let Ranma use her lips for eating. Instead of doing his Thief-About-to-Run eating technique {Stupid Pop! Where'd he get the idea to name it that, anyway?}, she ate in a more civilized, and at a much more maddeningly slow, pace. If it weren't for the fact that the other sisters did a more lady-like job of it, Ranma would've called it eatin' dainty. {Even the dad does a better job at it. This girl must not be much of a girl. I guess I should be glad. What if I'da ended up in the example of the perfect Japanese hausfrau, Kasumi?} That sent a shudder through her. {And I'd all the time hafta smile about it!} She stole glances at the other one, Nabiki. {What if it'd been her? What kinda girl is she? She don't look like she smiles much. It sounds like she keeps testin' the boundaries of her situation. Does that include wearin' more sensible underwear than this girl!? -Man, this bra and panties are buggin' me!} Ranma hadn't finished, when Kasumi started clearing the table, "It's time to go, you two." Ranma said, "Do I have to?" even as she rose female Japanese-style, and the skirt feeling more like a skirt. Mr. Tendo suggested, "Perhaps we should allow her time to-" Nabiki took her baby-sister by the shoulders and directed her towards the door to the inner hall, "Doctor's orders. As soon as Akane gets into her normal routine, the sooner her Akane act won't be an act, however wonderful that thought is." Ranma agreed, "That's a wonderful thought." The body, too, was reluctant to go to school, so Nabiki had to push her along. After putting on their blue uniform jackets, Nabiki made Akane carry their leather bookbags. Ranma asked the taller girl, "Am I suppose to do this everyday?" Nabiki toyed with the idea of saying yes. She sighed as she gave it up. "You're carrying it, so my hands are free to use on you, if you give me the first sign of trouble." {So that's what having a big sister is like. Welcome to the bottom of the peckin' order around here, Ranma.} At least she slid the door open for her. Then she shoved her out into the world. A cold day in March world! {How can girls stand wearin' dresses!!} Ranma screamed in shock inside, as she felt the stiff, damp breeze reaching up towards her panties. At the slightest lifting of the skirt, the body brought both bags down to keep them in place. Nabiki had to slow down, "Well, come on. Take those bags away, and let's hustle! You know what happens when you're late to school." {Is it any worse than this wind?} Ranma fumed. If it was a man she was suppose to be worried about, at least then it would be somebody she could do something about. Using Ranma's martial arts skills, she might even get to get rid of some of this incredible frustration she was feeling. {If I had my freewill back, that is!} With the big sister keeping within striking distance, Ranma was marched through the tidy court to the high, but open fortress-like gates. She was so intent feeling chilly, and jiggly, and girly, and stupid, and trapped, and, and things her limited vocabulary had no words for that the terrain she was passing through really didn't register in Ranma's mind. That a martial artist didn't take constant surveillance of their surroundings was a measure of just how obsessed she was. What was most new and frightening wasn't OUT there. Nabiki commented, "I didn't realize the inner you was so modest." Ranma heard that, but didn't know what brought that on. Another breeze tried to blow her skirt up, but pressing the bags even harder on the sides of her right and left legs kept most of it down. {From the reactions I'm gettin' from it, I think this body doesn't likes wearin' dresses almost as much as I do.} Splash! A wet Ranma cried, "What!!?!" {Ain't I cold enough!!} The old lady in an orange kimono who'd done it to her kept on sprinkling her libation as if she wasn't aware of what she'd done. Nabiki said, "The infamous 'Ladle Lady'." Ranma yelled, "Who is she!?! If she can't see me, she can at least hear me, can't she!?!!" She was facing more the old woman than Nabiki. Nabiki again put her hands on her sister's shoulders again, and pushed her on, "Not when she's like this. She's 'in touched with the gods', 'on another plane'. I've heard she's done some strange things because 'they directed her to'. Most of them have to do with water." Ranma asked, "Water? Why water?" Nabiki said, "The Shinto water god is her personal patron god. Come on, let's get a towel from Dr. Tofu." Ranma tried to catch a stray thought. {Isn't there something about Suijin and women...} *** Ranma's pace, for some reason, became more brisk as they approached the doctor's clinic. She didn't have to be shoved along, or inside. {She would, if this was my idea. I hate doctors!} "I thought you said we were going to be late?" Nabiki said, "We are. But as long as we are, we might as well be late enough to avoid the Big Scene." Ranma asked, "'Big Scene'?" A man's strong and kindly voice said, "Akane! Nabiki! This is a pleasant surprise." He wore a black martial arts' gi. Ranma said, {I want to yell!!}, "You're, you're the one who pulled the sneak attack on me yesterday." {He didn't even give me a chance to use whatever martial skills I have left! -Why couldn't this body give me decent show of righteous indignation!!?!} The brown-brunette said, "I merely applied a Vulcan nerve pinch." Nabiki was not amused, "Doctor, please! No jokes. Akane's in no condition to appreciate them." Dr. Tofu leaned forward, moving his Western-style glasses as he studied Akane; "How is our patient, today? I trust the turtle-over-snake technique I applied has her at least acting like her old self." Ranma felt her heat rising, "You're, you're the one responsible for this... this... -Too! I have to be act like a girl because of you!!" Her heart started beating faster. Dr. Tofu said, "Curious reaction." Nabiki just rolled her eyes up. "She's more of a tomboy than we thought." The good doctor said, "I don't know about that. Akane's body appears to be flushed. Her pupils are dilated. And her breathing rate has increased." Ranma could hear the blood pumping in her ears. Nabiki defended her sister's (and thereby her family's, and thereby her own) reputation, "Surely you're not one of those who believes just because we all know she acts like a boy she doesn't like boys." The educated man said, "Of course not." Her feverish skin becoming moist, Ranma struggled to tell them-HIM!- "Well... I... don't. I, don't, like, boys." The signals in her crotch were arguing something else. {What a time to find I have a piece of my manhood left! Stupid: You're barking up the wrong tree, here!!} Nabiki said, sarcastically, "That's obvious." Then to Tofu, "We came in here to dry her off. May we borrow a towel and leave before she starts to, 'drool'?" Tofu said, "Uh, yes. We can't let her appear at school, uh, wet." Under her uniform's jacket, {Stupid, irritatin', too big, copycat nipples!} As the handsome man turned to fetch one, Nabiki asked, "You wouldn't have a secret technique to.... Never mind! I guess it's really something a guy wouldn't be interested in knowing." *** Bookbags in hand, Ranma was still a little unsteady in her white ankle socks and deck shoes as they hurried off to school. The skirt flagging behind her, the bra only limiting the bounces, she had something worse on her mind, "It feels like I'm wearing a diaper." Nearly beside her, Nabiki said, "Of course they do! We need something to keep you from embarrassing everybody! For a moment there, I thought you might flow like any girl in a hentai manga." Ranma told her, "I'm not a pervert!" {I just feel like one! The wrong kind, too: Gettin' bothered over a guy! If it'd let me, I'd puke.} Nabiki said, "Let's hope not! Your conscious is not really in control of the brakes. Just make sure you see me in the third floor girls room after your first period (an unfortunate homonym)." Ranma challenged her, "Why!!?!" She had been starting to feel her own-self coming out. {And I don't mean the stupid, weak-kneed girl's! A real girl wouldn't be this pissed!!} Nabiki told her why, "To make sure you get a new pad! We don't want your scent attracting the animals. You already have enough boys after you when you DON'T give them any encouragement!" Ranma told her, "Just let any boy get near me, and I'll give them encouragement!!" And as a demonstration of her meaning, she raised one of the bags, her small hand a fist around its handle. Nabiki almost smiled. "That's the attitude! It would've been too strange to think underneath it all you were really boy-crazy." Despite and because of all of the novel sensations, Ranma burned off some of her fury by speeding up, "I'm not! I hate boys!" She started developing a double-handed martial arts bookbag technique: "Hate boys! Hate boys! I really, really hate BOYS!!" {Damn unmanly nipples!!} *** After a winding jog with four intersections, they came to an extra long block. At its end were the walls of a large compound. The wide entrance with its out-of-sight gate up ahead suggested that it was meant to be a public place. Looking over the wall, Ranma saw the clock tower so common to Japanese schools. It read '8:35'. Matching her, now, Nabiki said, "At least we're not as late as we could've been. At least we should be able to get you to class without the Big Scene." {There, she said it again.} "WHAT Big Scene?" They had just turned into the gate, when: "Fairest, most worthy Akane..." Nabiki slowed to a halt, groaning, "Unless we run into Kuno-Baby." She glared at 'Shooting Star', the president of the Furinkan High kendo club as he held his wooden bokken sword out towards them. "...the only girl to truly challenge this samurai's heart, I have composed an ode to thee. 'There once was a girl from Nerima, who liked to'-" Nabiki yelled, "Kuno!! Stop it right now: Stop ALL of it!! Because of you, Akane's not herself!! You got a strike on her, and now, and now-" Nabiki became choked up. 'No! Mustn't let anybody see me like this! I don't let things get to me! I'm the Ice Queen!' She turned to Akane behind her, "Well, just don't stand there-Cream the creep!!" {I think that's what this body wants to do,} Ranma growled in disgust. After dropping the bookbags, the girl's body had become frozen, unable to take its eyes off of the stupid jerk wearing a kendo-uniform at school during school hours. {Okay: So girls might find him tall and handsome with a good physique-but he was nothing to soak the bandage that doctor gave me to put in the panties, is he!!?!} Nabiki cried, "Akane!? What's your problem?!! Where's your programmed response!?! Kuno's the bell, and you're Pavlov's dog: Sic 'em!!" Kuno lowered his bokken. "Then it is true. At long last I have won my prize. I do not know whether I should be exultant in my hard fought victory, so earnestly..." Nabiki yelled, "Akane!! Don't tell me-Tell EVERYBODY-you really do have feelings for the jerk!?!" {DOES this stupid Akane-girl have feelings for this first (samurai, upper-) class creep!?!} Ranma just didn't know! She did not know how to interpret the sensations the body was giving her. They were certainly different from the one it felt when she was at the clinic. {I've never been good at knowin' with my own feelings, let ALONE a girl's!!} The six-foot-tall boy hadn't broken from his speech, "...or lament the loss of a will that was as a whetstone to the sword of my..." Nabiki cried, "Akane!! Don't let him finish his speech!!" Suddenly the rumbling that had been building reached the level on the Richter scale that it could no long be ignored. It might have been thought an earthquake if it weren't accompanied by a growing din of voices. Teenage boys' voices! The main doors of the broke open at their hinges as a surge of high-schoolers in sports uniforms, boxing-shorts, sumo loin clothes, fencing protectors, leotards, or martial arts-gi/uniforms came rushing out! And they all gave voice to one name: "Akane!" "Akane! Don't waste yourself on him!" "I love you, Akane!" "If you're open, let ME be your match!" "Meet me, Akane!" "Akane, sugar, honey, stick with me!" "Try your indiscriminate grappling with me!" "Let me serenade you with my El Kabong!" "You're too much of a woman for one man!" "You're our idol, Akane!!" "We love you!!" "...Nay! The fruits of love triumphant should not just be savored, but enjoyed! I come to you, Ak-" Kuno's speech was cut short when he was trampled by the horde. And still Akane was like a deer caught in the headlights-Of a bullet train!! Nabiki shouted with all her might: "RANMA!!" "RANMA!!" Ranma answered, leaping into the middle of the assault of boys. {I'm outa the spell!!} She punched, deflected, dragon-clawed, and ducked. {Yes!! I'm back to actin' like myself!} She chopped, evaded, jabbed, and rolled away from a lucky hit. {I'm doin' what I'm best at: Martial arts!!} She elbowed, kneed, and even back-kicked! {This is who I am!!} "Ranma: THE WILD STALLION!!" The End How different will they be when she finally meets Akane Two-Ranma?