Alright then. So today had been a bit of a bust. The two of them kept getting distracted by this really weird compulsion to make out that didn't really seem to care much what form Ranma was actually in, which makes concentrating on anything other than those soft, enticing lips a really challenging endeavour. Even now Ranma - back in male form - was having trouble tearing his eyes off of them as the two of them walked back home.
"We've got to get control over this," Ranma said, staring quite blatantly at Akane's mouth. Which was okay because she was staring at his. "I mean... You should only kiss people you like, right?"
"You mean you don't like me?" Akane asked. Ranma reacted as if someone had dropped a bowling ball down the back of his collar. If that bowling ball was made entirely of guilt. Point him at a rock and he felt like he could crawl under it for, oh, say the rest of his life. Only coming out to smooch those divine lips on an uncute... "I mean, I guess that makes sense. We're only engaged because our fathers said so."
"Y-Yeah!" Ranma shuddered. "This weird thing aside, there's nothing going on between us." He forced himself to turn away, then slowly turned to look back at her out of the corner of his eyes as if to ask 'right?'
"That's right. There's nothing going on at all!" Akane huffed. "I just want to pound the snot out of Azusa - and that Sanzenin pervert too while I'm at it!"
Her lips set into a fine line. Ranma found himself entranced by it. The rush he felt whenever they ki-kissed was like nothing else on Earth. Unfortunately he was already feeling that urge again. Just lean in. Take the kiss. Blame the compulsion. She'll understand, and you won't even be lying...
Akane seemed to read his thoughts as she slowly turned towards him and looked up, wide eyed. Her lips parted. Her tongue wet her bottom lip, then her top lip. She stepped closer towards him and then him towards her. He leaned his face down and braced himself for that rush -
Then felt his cheeks being pinched and pulled out while Akane puffed out her own cheeks and glowered at him. "Not in public, you idiot!" she growled. "That ladies room incident was bad enough as it was -"
"Ladies room incident?" asked the worst possible voice to appear. Suddenly Ranma realised they were standing by the front entrance to the Tendo residence, and leaning up against the gate was the devil herself: Nabiki Tendo! "My my, Ranma! What mischief have you been up to?"
"Oh!" Akane yelped. "Ahaha! Well, you see this idiot insisted on practising skating in girl form, but in between practise we drank a few too many sodas! So, suddenly Ranma sprints off and realises 'she' should go to the ladies room, but -"
"Hey, hey! Are you trying to ruin my reputation?!" Ranma yelled. The direction that lie was going might turn out worse than the truth!
"Ranma, Ranma!" Nabiki sighed, patting him on the shoulder. "You have nothing to worry about regarding your reputation. I won't tell a living soul that you deliberately went into the ladies room! Provided, of course, that you pay me one thousand yen before school tomorrow morning."
The very devil herself! He squinted at Akane and shot daggers of contempt at her, but she just shrugged them off. Why that cheeky, ungrateful -
"Other than that though, how was your date?" Nabiki asked. She produced a bag of popcorn and began to munch on it while staring up at the sky, feigning disinterest. "And it had better be juicy. All our fathers could talk about was what you must be getting up to..."
"It was not a date!" both of them insisted at once. Despite them indulging in a little smooching now and then. But that was a wholly unconnected issue!
"Sure, sure..." Nabiki sighed. "Then how did the training go? What do you think your chances are against the Golden Pair?"
"You're just asking so you can set the betting odds," Ranma said.
Akane elbowed him for his troubles. There's strike two. "Oh, don't be like that. That is my sister that you're talking about you know!" Yeah, and that's exactly the problem. Nabiki's the kind of girl who would absolutely bet against them and try to rig the fight. "Anyway, it turns out that Mister Great Martial Artist here has two left feet when it comes to being on the ice!"
"Oh dear, that is a shame!" yelled a familiar, extremely obnoxious voice which suddenly appeared on Ranma's left.
"Then the two of you are left with no choice," yelled a less familiar, yet somehow equally obnoxious voice that landed on Akane's right.
"You will have to cooperate!" yelled their idiotic fathers at the same time as they forced Ranma and Akane to turn towards each other and stand close by. As in, really close. Kissing close. If one of them sneezed or hiccuped they'd be french-kissing so deeply it might make the Eiffel Tower sprout underneath them.
Akane broke first - but not in the sense that she surrendered to the compulsion. Instead she pulled out of her father's determined seeming grasp and stormed off into the grounds, leaving Ranma feeling truly and earnestly grateful. Thank goodness! These three were the absolute last people he wanted to have around when they inevitably gave in to those sweet, wonderful, tender and deep kisses again.
"Who'd want to co-operate with him?" Akane asked. "He can't even skate! He's a decent martial artist, but if he can't skate then he's no good to me at all!"
"No good to you at all!" Ranma yelled, following her inside the grounds. "Please, as if you're anywhere near good enough to stand up to them by yourself."
A funny thing happened the instant they were inside and out of sight of the others. Around the corner leading into the main section of the house, out of sight of Nabiki and the fathers is when Akane immediately whirled around and pounced, seizing Ranma by the lips. His eyes fluttered in relief, blessed relief. Yes, this is what he'd needed. His tongue flicked out, then recoiled in surprise when the tip touched the tip of hers. After that it moved out slower, more experimentally and soon enough the two of them were attempting to wrap around one another.
Ranma's hands weren't quite as shy this time as in the bathroom, but this time instead of going for breasts he went for bust. She went for much the same tactic as before though, squeezing his butt as though comparing it to his girl form. It did make him idly wonder which he'd prefer - then in a rare moment of genuine self reflection it made him realise that he was essentially competing with himself which said a hell of a lot about his competitive nature.
But then he heard footsteps coming around the corner, and Ranma used his hands on Akane's breasts to force them to break liplock. Unfortunately he could tell there wasn't enough time to properly disentangle without looking really suspicious, and so his mind worked feverishly quickly. Through his panic there was just one door open to him and he took it, lifting her hand up into the air, while the other was moved up to his shoulder. It took perhaps two seconds to alter position, and it wouldn't look a whole lot better, but...
"Like this, right?" Ranma asked just as the first person, whoever it may be turned the corner to see them. "See? I have been paying attention!"
"Oh, that's wonderful! You picked up how to waltz!" Akane sarcastically replied. "That doesn't help you keep your footing on the ice! Honestly, what are you even trying to show wooooah!"
Actually, this was part of his revenge ploy: Spin Akane around in place to disorient her. Sure, he could hardly humiliate her the same way she had humiliated him, but he could sure as hell make her uncomfortable!
"Ah, face it Saotome, they're just too stubborn to go along that easily..." Soun sighed wearily. Ranma kept her whirling around.
"Yes, I suppose so!" pops scratched his stupid head. Careful now! Might cause the rodent to stop running in its wheel! "Come along, let's leave them to it."
He kept her going around and around, spinning in place until he was certain everyone was gone. He gave a quick once over to any nearby windows. No sign of anyone. No Nabiki with cameras. No Kasumi leaning outside to hang out washing. No fathers hiding in the bushes trying to catch them out...
So he stopped Akane's wild spinning in place, then lay out his arm for her to fall into, which she dutifully and dizzily did. For a moment she lay there in his steady dip, stared up at him with spirals in her eyes and slowly, carefully said the following.
"I... Will... Be... Your... End!"
Then she grabbed his pigtail and tried to suffocate him with her tongue. Not that Ranma was especially complaining, but he was still pretty wary about the possibility of them being caught!
- They were seen! By P-Chan wandering lost through the garden.
- Time for the skating match.
- First, the pair try to work out what's going on with them.
- More hijinks at the Tendos as they have several near misses.
- Something else
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