Those that knew Ranma best were a little bit worried about him over that first week. They thought he was deathly ill. He continually asked to be left alone, looked like he was about to faint and really just seemed completely exhausted.
Akane’s attempts to feed him homemade broth didn’t exactly help either. It was a little weird for her, but she was almost glad to hear him insulting her again. It was a sign that he might well recover sooner than later.
Regardless. Get better he did. Sort of. Akane glanced up at him on the fence, walking to school without a single missed step. There was still this weird look in his eye, like he was trying really hard not to look directly at her. Not because he was annoyed at her. She knew that look pretty well by now.
“What’s the matter?” she asked. “Are you still feeling a little down?”
“No,” he replied, a little too quickly. “I’m feeling good. Great. Fantastic.” His gaze wandered down towards her for a moment, then he blinked, and then he slapped himself.
“… What was that?”
“What was what?”
“You slapped yourself!”
“No, I didn’t!”
“Yes, you -” she stopped and realised that he was right back to not looking at her. “Fine. Never mind. Be like that. If you decide that you want to talk about it, talk to someone else.”
Two could play at this ignoring game. This was so like him, keeping whatever was eating him to himself, right up until the point that he absolutely needed help. Which she would wind up giving him when he inevitably needed it. But that was tomorrow (probably). For today, she was going to let herself be annoyed at him for being so immature.
<hr>
Sometimes it takes being backed against a wall to learn a little something about yourself. What your limits were, who your friends were. And in this rather peculiar instance Ranma was learning something quite strange about himself as well that he never expected to learn.
He had an uncute tomboy fetish.
That was really the only way he could describe it. Sure, he knew a little about sex and fetishes and stuff, but he’d never really gotten into it himself. A martial artist’s life for him. No girls. No distractions. The only reason he even really went to school was for the social aspect more than the educational (though that was certainly likely to be beneficial). He was very aware that his girl form was hotter than molten magma. He certainly used that fact to his advantage often enough. But Akane? Couldn’t compare. Couldn’t hope to. Her breasts were smaller. Her figure wasn’t half as appealing. How someone with that personality could get so many guys going nuts over her was a bit of a mystery.
Then the other day she showed up in the Tendo guest room holding some of that “broth”. She’d knelt down right next to him, spoonfed him a little bit, and he actually managed to swallow three whole mouthfuls while staring into her face. Then his tastebuds mounted a revolt and informed the brain that they were on strike unless this crisis was averted. That brought him back to his own self again.
And the weird thing was, it only got worse during the argument that followed. The more pissed off she was, the more - Dammit. The more beautiful she was. She had a nice face when she was nice, but when she was absolutely furious - It made him glad he was covered with a sheet, let’s just say that much. Even when she stormed off he was turned on by her furious gait.
Imagine. Turned on. By Akane. Shampoo was constantly throwing herself at him, sometimes without a stitch of clothing. Ukyo was constantly playing the cutesy chef act. Kodachi kept on showing up in tight leotards and it turned out that the most erotically charged dream he’d ever had involved Akane riding him cowgirl while they argued about who had the better technique.
God. What was wrong with him?! He didn’t want to risk looking at her in case he said something to provoke her, and then things would only escalate from there, and then - Well. He wasn’t sure, honestly. Probably something bad would happen.
“Akane! Hey, wait up. What’s the rush?”
He turned around and noticed those two girls that Akane was always hanging around with dashing right on up with big, cheery smiles on their pretty faces. Huh! He’d never really noticed them before. Neither of them were particularly tomboyish, though they definitely had a different sort of charm. An image flashed before his eyes of the two of them lying on either side of him, both naked, both with ravenous gleams in their eyes as their sweat-drenched bodies reached out for him. Just to touch him. Just to be near him. Just to -
No, no, no! He shook his head to get rid of the image. It was Akane he liked. It was Akane he wanted to wreck in bed every single night. Just Akane. No other girl. Just the uncute tomboy. Or his girl form. Or Akane’s friends. Or all of them at once.
… Dammit, what the hell was wrong with him?! Wasn’t he supposed to be a tomboy fetishist? Why was he thinking about how hot Akane’s decidedly non-tomboy friends were?!
“Earth to Ranma! Come in, Ranma!”
“Huh? What is it?” he muttered, turning down to look at the stunning gorgeous furious goddess staring up at him and oh, but he wanted to kiss those lips right now.
“As I was saying! Don’t forget. Tonight was that movie we wanted to see. Don’t you dare forget now!”
That’s right. It was the not-date they set up a couple weeks back for that new martial arts movie. It was a simple arrangement. He would show up as a girl, which meant it was just a couple of friends hanging out. That way they could hang out together in public without people gossiping about what a cute couple they made (which Ranma could kinda see now, come to think of it). So he nodded, and Akane ran off with her two friends towards school, leaving with only a brief glance over her shoulder at him.
For the first time in his life, Ranma caught himself thinking that he really, really needed to get laid. The feeling wasn’t likely to improve as the day went on.
- Ranma encounters Ukyo, and notices that she really is flirting with him. And really cute!
- Shampoo tries a scheme to get Ranma to date her, expecting to screw with his head as usual.
- After school, Ranma shows up as a girl and finds herself really enjoying flirting with guys.
- Skip ahead another week.
- Something else
No comments:
Post a Comment