The sounds of a new morning are often treated as nature’s symphony. The birds chirp happily as light descends upon the land, people wake up and start to go about their business. It was serene. It was peaceful.
“Uncute!”
“Idiot!”
It was business as usual at the Tendo dojo. Kasumi getting her cooking done, Soun sitting in a feign of stoic indifference, Genma sitting in his panda form, Happosai still sleeping and the happy couple bickering over basically nothing. Business as usual. Right? Right. Look at the two of them: So blissfully in denial of their mutual attraction that they only knew how to express it by the complicated language of insult tennis.
“Can’t cook!”
“Arrogant jerk!”
But if, like Nabiki, you knew what you were looking for, it all felt a little bit off. Their faces were flush and it seemed to be coming from genuine frustration or embarrassment rather than arousal. There was passion in their voice, yet not in their words. Come to it those words were the same old usual insults being randomly tossed across at one another. It wasn’t like their usual arguments so far as she could tell. Neither had done anything to trigger it, they just started yelling at each other over nothing. They weren’t responding or reacting to each other, it was more like they were having their own individual temper tantrum. Or putting on a performance.
The damning part of it all was that Nabiki herself would have completely fallen for it as well if she hadn’t heard that stuff from last night. Now she could see it as plain as day, and the more she thought about it they’d been like that quite a bit lately as well. She’d just brushed it off as the two of them being immature, when actually they were behaving even more maturely than they probably ever had.
Which left her in a difficult, compromising position. Nabiki never made a move against a martial artist with just her word against theirs. Especially when those martial artists were quite obviously not in the right frame of mind. If she let slip to either of them that she overheard last night, they might decide to drag her off to Konatsu (of all people!) and enslave her as well. What she needed was hard evidence. What she absolutely needed was proof and more information, and above all else a means to keep herself safe from being corrupted as well.
Then once she had that information to hang over all of their heads, she’d use it to force them to do her will instead of Konatsu’s. At the very least until she got bored, which probably wouldn’t be for quite some time.
In the interim she needed a plan to get that information and that evidence. Because nobody would believe her. The whole idea that Konatsu of all people was using some mind-enslaving technique on people! It was absurd! She wasn’t sure she even believed it. For all she knew, Ranma and Akane were fully aware she was there and were messing with her head. Or roleplaying in a really weird way.
“Built like a brick!”
“Selfish showoff!”
Look at them, walking off side by side out the front gate without even breaking eye contact. They’d fooled everyone. Their fathers had glowered at the pair, Kasumi had sighed a disappointed sigh. Nabiki trailed behind at a distance. Cautious. Wary. She knew they were up to something, but hadn’t the faintest idea of what that something was. Which led to a rather terrifying realisation.
Under normal circumstances the two of them would never even think about manhandling her. But this was no ordinary circumstance. If she got too nosy, they very well might drag her away. She slowed her pace a little and let them get around a corner and out of sight, but listened carefully for the sound of their bickering just to be certain. Right. Nabiki tapped her lips and thought for a moment. Maybe she should get an ally…?
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Shampoo had cum in the middle of the night. In her mind, this was not a good sign. The technique was making a rather blatant attempt to surrender her will to Konatsu (her wonderful Master) by using mind-numbing pleasure, but Shampoo was no fool! She knew how to resist pain and pleasure alike. She was rather pleased with herself, actually; she had managed to resist the kind of sensations that would have certainly overwhelmed almost anyone else in the village and gotten through the night with her free will intact. Why, she felt positively certain that if Konatsu’s pretty face appeared in her window she’d only kiss him for maybe a minute, and only because when she inevitably backed away from those soft, enticing lips it would prove once and for all that she was not her Master’s horny little fucktoy!
She staggered a little, feeling inexplicably dizzy. With a shake of her head Shampoo left her room, passed by her great-grandmother and said, “I take walk, need fresh air.”
“Don’t be long,” her great-grandmother commanded without a second glance. “I am anticipating a busy day ahead of us. I would rather not have to rely upon Mousse any longer than is absolutely necessary.”
Shampoo snorted back a laugh. Yes, she could see that easily enough. Look at him over there cleaning the table. There was no style to it. No efficiency. Why, Shampoo could remember a time when her Master was cleaning the grill and finished the entire surface in half the time Mousse was spending on that one table! He could certainly learn a thing or two about cleaning from Master, no question! Come to it, so could she, and she’d start by taking off his clothes and -
And suddenly she was outside, automatically heading directly towards Ucchan’s. Shampoo blinked and actively had to will herself to stop. “Sneaky sneaky!” she said, tapping her forehead triumphantly. “Stupid technique not drag Shampoo to have sexy fun fun time with Master! Shampoo too smart for that!” she turned smartly on her heel and strode off down the street in the other direction. “If Master want sexy fun fun, he come to Shampoo! It more fun that way!”
Which only brought her back to what she had been thinking about before leaving. How best to beat the technique once and for all? She didn’t know anything about it, and obviously she couldn’t ask her great-grandmother for help because - Well, it was so obvious she didn’t even need to think about it! What she absolutely needed to do was observe it in action. From an outsider’s perspective. Yes, if she could see the energy flow that the technique utilised she might be able to counter its influence… Perhaps even use it herself to finally ensnare the elusive heart of Ranma Saotome once and for all!
Alright then! Now she had a goal in mind. Have Master use the technique on as many people as possible, watch what happens and try to work it out from that. The more people she could find, the better! And where better to start than the annoying mercenary girl? Shampoo smirked, watching the cunning manipulator from afar… It was time for the two of them to match wits, and demonstrate to the greedy girl that Shampoo may act bubbly and friendly at times but she was up there with the best of them at manipulating people.
- On the way to school, Ranma and Akane talk strategy in between insults.
- Shampoo and Nabiki talk, each trying to manipulate the other for their own ends.
- Meanwhile, Konatsu wakes up feeling terribly guilty about what happened last night.
- To his surprise, Konatsu doesn’t feel particularly guilty about last night.
- Something else
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