Merry Christmas: Pervert's In Denial

Happosai’s Revenge: Perverts in Denial
And now, for a brief recap of the Tendo family while their youngest was left in the hands of a certain martial arts master. Soun Tendo was the sort that gave in to his emotions quicker and easier than an incorrect stereotype of France. So to call him upset at his daughter’s disappearance would be a bit of an understatement. Still, he channelled the emotion into a more productive direction than anyone might expect.

By training his two remaining daughters to become martial arts masters against their will. How? Well…

Nabiki woke up, sat up in bed and stretched out her arms. Then while one hand rubbed sleep from her eyes, the other deflected a randomised series of bamboo sticks heading for her face. That accomplished, she rolled out of bed, cartwheeled away from the falling stack of hay while simultaneously avoiding stepping on the little blocks of Lego scattered carelessly across the floor, even though they had most definitely not been there last night, nor indeed any previous day either. She opened her wardrobe, ducked the water balloon, tugged out her clothes, and had them on her body in less time than most people walk across their room. And yes, we are timing from when she woke up.

“Is it my imagination,” Nabiki asked as she stepped into the kitchen, tiptoeing past the cunningly concealed rope traps lining the entrance to the kitchen, “or is he going easy on us today?”

“I think you might be right,” Kasumi said, chopping vegetables with one hand while a robotic suit of armour swung a bokken at her, forcing her to parry with her own. “As soon as he got the mail, he stopped setting things up and starting jumping for joy.”

Well. Wasn't that interesting? Nabiki slid towards the table, upon which she saw the mail. Bills, newsletters and a postcard. Two girls in Chinese dresses made the image, while the contents of the postcard read:

“Coming home. Sick of ancient pervert. Nothing more to learn from him worth learning. - Akane & Ranma”

Well. All of a sudden she could perfectly understand her father’s elation. All truth told, as cold as she normally was this bit of news brightened her day and warmed her heart. Glancing outside, seeing her father back flipping across the garden did not quite seem so ludicrous as it previously had.

“Yahoo!” he cried. “My baby girl is coming home!”

“About time,” Nabiki sniffed, trying her very best to pretend this was not affecting her. Really though, it absolutely was. She was supposed to be the middle girl, not the youngest. She was supposed to leave martial arts to her enthusiastic little sister while she pursued other interests. But most of all, it just felt good and right knowing Akane was safe and sound.

To that very point: There was a very loud female voice at the front door, shouting a friendly and cheerful “Hello!” Nabiki’s feet were moving before she even knew it, attempting to balance a cool attitude and speed out of anticipation. She barely had the time to see the feminine figure standing in the doorway before her cool attitude completely broke apart behind her, as if she were leaving it behind with each step she took.

“You’re home!” she said, grabbing the girl in her arms. “I’m so glad to see you again.”

“Oh, I like you already,” the girl said, returning the hug. Hold on. Was it Nabiki’s imagination, or were those hands trailing down to grope her - “Nice. Very nice!”

“Ranma! Hands off my sister!” demanded another girl, who stepped in through the front gate and tugged quite hard on the first girl’s pigtail. “Save that for when we’re alone later on.”

“Aw, c’mon, Akane! It’s not my fault, she hugged me first!”

All of a sudden Nabiki was in a new and unusual place that she didn’t much care for. Utter confusion. There was no mistaking it. Both of these were girls, and the one in the cheongsam called the one in the red shirt and black trousers “Ranma”, and she replied by calling the former “Akane”. Except that she was pretty damned certain -

“Akane! Ranma!” her father interrupted, gently seperating Nabiki from the pigtailed girl so that he could hug both of them at once. “Oh, thank the heavens! It truly is such a relief to see you again!”

What happened next was completely beyond Nabiki’s ability to understand. She saw it. She knew she saw it. Her father had deliberately trained both herself and Kasumi to have senses capable of following just about anything, simply so that they could react in time but she completely missed it. How the hell had they done that? One second her daddy had them both in a bearhug, and when that man got emotional he could hug the colour out of stone, and the next they were standing behind him, as if they’d walked right through him. How it had happened, she couldn’t even begin to guess and from the way that Daddy was reacting neither did he.

“You’ll catch flies like that,” Ranma said, playfully snapping Nabiki’s mouth shut with the tip of her index finger. “And I can think of much better uses for that mouth… Hey, ow! Come on, stop tugging my hair!”

“Flirt when you’re a guy again,” Akane said. “Even though it’s kinda hot seeing you do it as a chick, you’re just gonna confuse them like this.”

“Ugh, yeah. Better get some hot water, I guess…”

“Of course!” her father declared, slapping hands on both of their shoulders. “Kasumi, make sure the bath is ready! The two of them must have seen many hardships. We can celebrate their return when they’re fully rested and washed up, how does that sound?”

So far as Nabiki was concerned, it sounded like an opportunity to find out a little bit more about these strangers, and in particular what her errant little sister meant by “when you’re a guy again”. Because Nabiki wasn’t the type to ask questions when she could find out the answers in much more… Fun ways, shall we call it?

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It was a strange thing to be standing in a room with her name on the door. A comfortable bed, actual furniture she could use to keep her stuff. Not that she had an awful lot of stuff, mind you. Kasumi had already taken their clothes for washing, and that was pretty much all she tended to keep with her aside from food.

The room itself was merely symbolic of a simple truth: She was home. It had been an oft-discussed point of conversation between the two of them, what it would mean to get away from the grumpy old master. It wasn’t like he mistreated them or anything. He played with them a lot. Taught them powerful martial arts techniques. It was intense training but they adapted quickly by helping each other out, learning more martial arts techniques in the first year than some learn in their entire lives.

But then something happened. They started to grow up. They started to see the “games” and “training” for what they really were: Panty raids, mostly. Or stealing other things from people, then fleeing town with their ill-gotten goods. It changed their perception of their beloved master just a touch, and gave a different purpose to their training all of a sudden. Getting strong enough to beat him, then return home.

And what do you know. They did it. Took everything they had, but they beat the unholy piss out of him. Left him crumpled in a heap by using variants of his own techniques - which Ranma had mostly invented himself - then the two of them spent the following week in a secluded place working out a little… tension that had formed between the two of them.

They came to her home first for a very simple reason. It was easier to track her own family down than it was Ranma’s. The one thing they knew for certain about their past was that their fathers were old training partners, Happosai’s former pupils, which meant that the best way for Ranma to find his family was to meet up with Akane’s.

Though from the way her father was talking, it seemed quite a lot like before long their families would be one and the same.

By the time Akane had reached this chain of thought, she had already opened the window to her room and started to use the spider-climb technique to move around the walls and ceiling of the house towards the bathing area on the ground floor. Funny little thing where your feet will take you when you’re not paying attention. It wasn’t like she was doing anything perverted or anything like that, perish the thought. No, no. Ranma was her betrothed, so it wouldn’t be any problem at all to peek in on him while he was bathing.

On the other hand, if anyone else were to do it… Clearly a pervert. No excuse there!

“Hello, big sister!” Akane said, dropping from the ceiling to land on Nabiki’s shoulders while her hand was outstretched towards the bathing room door. After a moment of disoriented movement, Nabiki steadied herself quite capably. Good! At least she was practising martial arts. “Looking to get to know Ranma a little better, are we?”

“Nothing of the sort,” Nabiki replied. “I’ve not had a bath this morning either, and there shouldn’t be any problem going in, right? Ranma is a girl too, so -”

Oh yes, that’s right. They hadn’t actually explained the curses yet, had they? A wicked smile grew on Akane’s face and she backflipped off Nabiki’s shoulders and gave an exaggerated gesture to allow her sister entrance to the bathroom. Maybe it was a little mean, but if she was going to lie so obviously about her intentions - Well, you reap what you sow.

Then again, Nabiki would probably thank her for the privilege. It isn’t often you get to witness a work of art in all its glory.

“Three… Two… One…”

“Pervert!”

“Hey! I’m no pervert! I’m not the one peeking! You’re not as nice as I thought you were! Still kinda hot, though…”

You know, that shouldn’t have been as funny as it turned out. Akane sank to the floor and hugged her knees to her chest with a great big smile on her face. She was home. She was actually home, and it felt wonderful!
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Needless to say, Ranma was not quite in as good a mood as he was when he first arrived. Not because Nabiki had walked in on him naked. Who cared about that? Stupid mistake, she was expecting to bathe with another girl. Found a guy instead. Big whoop. Didn’t have to accuse him of being a pervert.

Because that was pretty much the biggest insult you could throw at him, so far as he was concerned. Ranma Saotome was not a pervert. Being a pervert was the absolute worst thing you could possibly be. An accusation like that because of a stupid mistake - Yeah, that turned him off the bitch pretty quickly. His first impression was that she was pretty and nice, but now he could see that she was a cold-hearted bitch with no consideration of anyone else’s feelings, and now he was gonna be pissed off for the rest of the -

“Ta-da!”

On the other hand, seeing Akane wearing nothing but an oversized jumper did rather brighten his mood. It certainly hardened his dick. He beckoned for her to join him in the bed. Her bed, technically, but in reality their bed. With his guidance he lowered her onto his dick, which her all too eager pussy easily and readily took.

“You always did know exactly how to cheer me up,” he said with a slight grunt.

“I try,” Akane said. “Nabiki really got under your skin, didn’t she? That girl is too wound up. Honestly, calling you of all people a pervert!”

“Yeah, it’s ridiculous.” Ranma grunted. “I thought she was kinda hot, now I’m not so sure.”

“Now, Ranma dear!” Akane admonished, never ceasing for a moment to let her body rise and fall as gently as a passing wave. “She is still my sister. Therefore, I have to insist the two of you get on. I insist that you seduce her at the first opportunity.”

“If I have to,” Ranma replied. “Maybe if she gets laid, she’ll be a bit more relaxed?”

“Hmm… Maybe. There really is only one way to find out, isn’t there?”

Ranma managed exactly one “ha” before it became completely impossible to think of anything else but the woman on top of him, and what he should be doing to reverse their positions. Honestly though! Him a pervert? Perish the thought!

1. Suddenly, Ryoga appears seeking revenge on Ranma.
2. The next day at school...
3. Flashback to Soun's training regime.
4. Where is Genma?
5. Something else