Well, this wasn't awkward at all. It felt like any minute now she'd wake up in bed, dismiss this all as a weird dream and then go about her usual day as if nothing had happened. Except she could really feel the water in these buckets, and if this were a lucid dream she would probably be flying around right about now punching a T. rex to the sound of thunderous applause. As opposed to standing outside the classroom in between a pair of perverted siblings.
"That Kuno guy?" Ranma asked. "Really?"
"Really," Ranko answered with a twinkle in her eyes and a shimmy of her hips. "Now, now, the two of you. Don't look at me like that. At least I'm being honest about who and what I want."
Akane turned beet red. That slut! Giving her body over to Kuno like that when she barely knows him! "That only happened because of your... Psychic thingy!" she protested. "I would never normally -"
She interrupted herself there, mindful of the class full of people behind them who could probably hear them. Akane bit her lip and looked back at Ranma, then after a moment realised her eyes were hungrily roaming that hunky body and forced herself to look away. "Be late for class like that," she finished a little lamely.
"Hey, the psychic thing is my excuse!" Ranma protested, albeit quietly. "You're not the one connected to her and the other two whenever they wanna -" He blushed too, and looked back to the wall. "It's obvious, you just saw a chance to take advantage and went for it. Not that I blame you. I am pretty handsome."
"Pretty full of yourself is more like it," Akane sniffed, but he had a good point. Why had she been feeling... That stuff as well? "Somehow you've infected me with it now as well, thank you very much. I bet you did it deliberately so you could - You know."
"Feh, with an uncute chick like you?" Ranma snorted. "I don't need some magic to get a girl to like me. If I really wanted, I could make a girl fall head over heels."
"And if I liked a guy enough, I could be plenty cute!"
"Oh my god, drop the buckets and make out already!" Ranko sighed, not even trying to keep her voice down. The two of them shushed her, but the troublemaking Saotome babe seemed to revel in their discomfort. "You know, it was fun at first watching the two of you pretend not to want each other, but I think we're kind of past that point. Right?"
"You're wrong!" they protested in unison. "I am not interested in him/her!"
Ranko sighed and rolled her eyes, leaning back against the wall while giving the two of them a smouldering once over. "Oh, please. Bro, you say she's uncute? If I'm a ten, she's an eight verging on a nine. Future sis, I've got all his memories up until the split. That boy has never been in a relationship before, nor has he ever behaved around a girl like he has around you." She rolled her shoulders and renewed the strength of her smouldering smirk without spilling a drop from the buckets. "Besides, anyone could tell from the way you look at each other. There's a spark in the air whenever your eyes meet."
"Is not," Akane protested, but deep inside she squirmed a little bit. This was all Ranma's fault. She'd never felt like that before in her life. A damp heat that spread throughout her body like a raging inferno. It had completely overridden her common sense and made her ride that wild stallion for all he was worth, completely abandoning reason and revelling in sensations new, corrupting and divine.
"You're just trying to mess with us," Ranma meekly suggested, seeming to find great fascination in the ceiling all of a sudden.
"Well, yes. That's what I do," Ranko admitted. "Bu~ut, the best way to mess with someone is to use a heaping dump truck of truth. Tell you what. Look each other in the eyes for, oh, say... Thirty seconds. You can blink but you can't look away. Bet you can't do it."
"Watch us!" Akane hissed at her, and defiantly turned around to stare at the boy she'd given her first time to. Ranma Saotome. She glowered at him. He glowered back. Ooh, this boy! He'd done something to her to make her feel that way, and she was positive, certain it was to do with this weird psychic connection he had to his copies. It certainly wasn't because she liked him, and even if she did she wouldn't ever do something that naughty and perverted with him after barely knowing him a day!
So it had to be magic. Which was part of the reason she was undergoing this challenge right now. She could feel it already, building up inside her. That oddly pleasant, gooey feeling. It wasn't as intense or overwhelming as before, but it was definitely there. If she could master this feeling she could overcome the spell and reclaim her sanity. Akane Tendo would not become a sex maniac that would spontaneously drop everything to fool around with...
With a handsome boy with blue eyes, which were a peculiarity among Japanese, but made him seem somehow more kind. As if he was looking clear through her, while at the same time bearing his soul. The scowl slowly vanished from her face and she blinked rapidly. It was strange. What was it about his face that made him so handsome? What was it about that proportion and placement of features that gave him such an aesthetically pleasing appearance? He was not the most handsome boy she'd ever met, but there was something about him that verged between cute and hot, and she couldn't quite catch what it was, so she needed a closer look to figure it out...
"You like him, doncha?" Ranko asked. Akane nodded without meaning to, then quickly looked away. "Aww! Don't go tsuntsun on us now! Believe me, deredere is so much more fun!" She made a lewd thrusting gesture with her hips, and oh dear lord Akane's face felt like it had caught fire.
"Ranko...!" Ranma warned, giving her a sharp look.
"Getting all protective of your woman?" Ranko asked, then stuck out her tongue. "Face it, bro! If I hadn't interrupted the two of you would've been all over each other right about now. Deny it all you want with your mind, but the body knows what it wants. I'm betting it won't take long before it starts making certain demands. The two of you will have more fun going with the flow than trying to fight against it."
She's right. Yet Akane's pride refused to accept that. While Ranma was certainly physically attractive Akane had absolutely no intention whatsoever of getting into a relationship with him. Even though he had taken her first time and therefore he was now her best chance of ever getting married... An image of herself in a western-styled wedding dress flashed through her mind, and was instantly stepped on and smooshed like a bug as quickly as it came.
No. No, no, no! She was a martial artist. A martial artist did not succumb that easily to mental influence. If she was getting into a relationship with anyone, it would be on her terms. Not anyone else's, not even her father's. Certainly not because she had some kind of freaky psychic sexual connection thanks to a set of perverted quadruplets! She would overcome! She would resist!
Unfortunately, Akane failed to notice herself licking her lips while her eyes lingered on Ranma's body. Otherwise she might have realised exactly how hard that kind of battle might prove to be.
- Later, Ranko tries out for the cheerleader team.
- Back with Isamu and the Ukyos
- Akihito and Shampoo encounter the Ukyos and apply for a job.
- After school, Ranma and Akane try to keep their hands off each other.
- Something else
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