Ranma wasn't exactly a stranger to waking up weird. Sometimes he'd wake up as, well, a she. Sometimes he'd wake up and there's a weird girl in his bed. Or someone trying to kill him. Or Nabiki taking pictures. Or his old man tossing him outside for a morning spar.
What was odd was that this morning he couldn't even place why he felt weird. He was still a guy, Pops was still out cold, no sign of Nabiki or the freak. No one yelling anything like "Die, Ranma!" to get the adrenaline going. Maybe that's what it was? Oh, man. If he was getting used to that sort of thing to the point a normal wakeup was feeling weird maybe he ought to do something about that.
"Good morning!" Akane said at him. On her way out for her usual morning jog, it looked like. Not usually something Ranma paid any mind to, and this morning wouldn't be any different.
<i>Check her out.</i>
Except that he had to deliberately catch himself before he gave Akane the once over, and then had to shake off this really killer headache he got right out of nowhere. Ugh! Weird. What was that? Maybe he was coming down with something? Maybe he ought to ask Akane to check his temperature just in case he... Uh...
All of a sudden Akane was sort of stretching. Hand over her head. Leaning over to the side. Ranma stayed seated and, for some reason, felt kinda... Good looking at her just now. Man, what was he thinking? Feeling good because he was looking at the tomboy? He really must be unwell. Best if he looked away before she got the wrong - Ugh! That headache again! Ranma shook his head and before he knew it felt his gaze settling on Akane as she touched her toes, practically thrusting her butt right into his face in the process. And making Ranma feel pretty good again.
Okay then. So, here he was staring at Akane as she stretched out her fit, limber body. Not because he found her attractive. Obviously. Because she was an uncute tomboy that always got in his way and always got angry at him. There was nothing about her smooth legs or muscular butt that he found attractive. Nothing worth looking at. He was only looking because - Because a clumsy girl like her might accidentally strain herself if she wasn't careful. He wasn't looking at her uncute body. He was watching her form. That's all.
As for the fact that he was pitching a tent in his trousers that was, mercifully, hidden away by his sitting position, well, that was probably just a case of morning wood. Certainly not because of any sort of arousal. The idea of Akane Tendo turning on a lightswitch was about as natural to him as the idea of her touching her toes again, running her hands up the back of her legs, squeezing her butt, and him finding the sight remotely erotic, never mind enough to make him audibly gulp.
"Do you feel like sparring this morning?" Akane asked, peering over her shoulder at him. "I feel full of energy for some reason today. I might even hit you."
<i>Say "You can hit me anytime, babe."</i>
Nope. Not saying that. Not a chance in hell. At this moment in time Ranma was just going to be grateful she hadn't noticed his morning wood and try to get on with continued living. Damned thing had a mind of its own! He couldn't spar in this condition, especially with this headache that kept coming and going and -
<i>Go ahead. Spar with her anyway.</i>
"Yeah, sure!" Ranma said. And just like that, the headache stopped. Actually, he was feeling pretty good again for some reason. "But you're still not fast enough. You'll never hit me."
"We'll see about that," Akane said, taking a firm step towards the front gate. Weird thing was, Ranma was watching her face and for some reason she sort of seemed to scowl. Furrowed her brow and shook her head. Then she lifted her foot and - Man, that had to be his imagination. Akane Tendo wiggling her hips like that when taking a step? Yeah, right. Her doing something sexy like that was something she didn't even know how to do.
Sure enough her next step was normal, although she again shook her head right afterwards as if something wasn't quite right. Then - his imagination really must be playing tricks - she took another step, rolling and swaying those hips from side to side. Another step, just the same, and then another and another with each one seeming a shade more natural than the last until she was out the front gate.
Huh. What a completely weird morning. Akane was acting weirdly, this odd headache, this completely strange feeling he had since waking up... Was another weird thing going on that he hadn't noticed yet? Still. Whatever it was couldn't make his life any less bearable than some of the other things he'd had to go through this last year.
"My, my, Saotome... Enjoy checking out my little sister's nice, tight butt?"
Except maybe that.
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You didn't get opportunities like this handed to you on a silver platter very often. No matter how cunning or ruthless you are, most of the time you had to work to make things happen. At least... That's the way things used to be. Ever since Ranma Saotome arrived it felt like she'd been sitting on a goldmine all her life and just now been handed the tools to tap it.
Make no mistake about it. Nabiki was a gold digger. A manipulator. A blackmailer. A schemer and a plotter and she'd rake you over the coals for a lousy yen, but above all else she did it because she liked doing it. The money was nice but it was a means to an end: Her own personal amusement. And oh! What amusements the Saotome family had brought to her. The pair of them were jesters in their own way. The panda and the girl, and the myriad freakish circus that followed after!
By far Nabiki's favourite performance was a double act with a lengthy title: They want to, but neither wants to admit to wanting to. Usually this would take the form of one of them doing a nice/romantic gesture for the other that is shortly thereafter interrupted, leading to a misunderstanding, leading to them returning to Go without collecting smoochies.
Except that Nabiki had never seen them be quite so obvious about it before. In fact, it sort of made her think about an observation she'd had about perversion. In all manners, there are two kinds of perverts. Those that like to "receive" a particular kind of perversion, and those that like to "deliver" it. There are those that like to observe exhibitionists, and there are those that like to be observed exhibiting their goods. There are those that like to be spanked, and those that like to spank. It was true for every form of fetish and expression of sexuality Nabiki could think of.
<i>Flirt with him.</i>
"You know, Saotome," Nabiki said, sitting herself down right next to the boy and letting their shoulders touch. Ooh, it felt so good teasing him like this. "The two of you should be much more... Careful." She let her hand trail along his thigh, noting that he was nervous, but also shuddering as though feeling really, really good. "After all," she said, grabbing the bulge she'd noticed in his trousers and giving it a tight squeeze. "If our fathers were to notice the two of you behaving like that, who knows what they might do?"
"N-Nabiki," Ranma said. "It's not like that," they both said in unison. He backed away quickly, and she shrugged playfully.
"Suit yourself," Nabiki said. "Although I do have to say. It's not exactly healthy to stay so repressed. For either of you. Of course, I'll keep things quiet for now in exchange for a few favours down the line. I'm feeling rather reasonable this morning, it seems."
<i> Show him your tits!</i>
Whoa now! That was just a little bit too - Nrgh, oh boy, that headache was the last thing she needed right now. Wow! Where had that come from? Good thing she was sitting down.
"You alright?" Ranma asked. But cautiously. Like a scared little rabbit.
"I'm always alright," Nabiki replied. "I'm just curious what you and my sister are going to do next."
- Akane finds herself moving more erotically as the jog goes on. Tries to stop self. Can't.
- Ranma gets splashed with cold water and starts feeling really weird.
- The spar takes a bit of an odd turn.
- Meanwhile Kasumi is making breakfast, and keeps getting headaches.
- Something else
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