This might be hard to believe, but Akihito had some shockingly high standards in various aspects of his life. Well, that is only natural for one as great as him; If he did not hold things to a high standard, then how could they hope to improve? Some might call it too high a hurdle to climb, that he was too handsome, too intelligent, too strong for any man to match him. Though that, to him at least, only proved that he was also far, far stronger of spirit as well as body.
"Shampoo like new home," chirped the one and only person to truly meet his standards beyond himself. Ah, his darling wife Shampoo. A startlingly strong fighter, a beautiful woman, a ravenous lover with a keen intelligence lying deeply underneath her cuteness. "Is cozy. Too too nice."
"Nothing is ever too nice for you my dear," Akihito smoothly said, kissing her innocently on the cheek. There was plenty of time later on for less innocent signs of affection, but for now... "Let us set out our things and settle in for our first night alone."
Setting out their things didn't actually take all that long. Nor had it taken long to gather them in the first place: All Akihito truly had to his name were a few more, shall we say, well kept clothes than Ranma's usual fare. That made it rather easy for him to retrieve his own things. Certainly, Ranko did raise a stink about some of Shampoo's more revealing dresses as it seems that she had some intentions or other towards borrowing them for naughty purposes. What a wickedly slutty sister he had. At the very least Isamu didn't try to pick a fight over them packing up their things. Then again he probably would have felt that fighting ove clothing was a rather... Feminine course of action. How typically backwards thinking. Clothes make the man just as much as they make the woman.
They were done rather quickly. Their new home was above the cafe, and was indeed a rather pleasant place for them to begin their new life. Of course, they would eventually move out once they had a stronger financial basis, possibly assist Ranma and Akane in building up their little dojo. Help them acquire students and so forth, those two very likely would need all the help they could get.
"Let's see now..." Akihito mused. "We could do with some chairs over here in the corner. It would be nice to have a place to catch up on our reading." It would also be nice to pick up a few books for that purpose. He settled down feeling quite genuinely content. It was rather nice to do so, wasn't it? Without Ranko underfoot causing trouble, Isamu trying to start a fight or Ranma being more verbally annoyed with all of their antics. Peace. Quiet. A place to call his own.
"Shampoo go shower now," his wife said. She slunk off towards the bathing area with a naughty gleam in her eye and a mischievous swish to her steps. "Shampoo have too too nice surprise for airen. Think he like lots." Then she blew him a kiss, which he caught with gratitude. Ah, bliss! His high standards were being met, all of them one by one. Truly, this was what it meant to live.
He lay there for a moment with his eyes closed imagining the future. Yes, he could see it quite easily. Using their first few paychecks to spruce up the place a little, make it feel more homely. A desk, perhaps in the corner by the window. A television in the opposite corner, with a nice little sofa right there alongside it. And of course a full body mirror so that he may properly appreciate his own beauty, much as Shampoo may do the same.
Ah, yes. With each passing moment he felt more and more secure in his future. It felt more stable under his feet. Akihito felt true and genuine gratitude to their new boss for letting them stay here, with such generous conditions. Obviously he must have seen the potential in them and known it would be necessary to keep them content, for any boss would be lucky to have -
There was a weight on his chest. Akihito cracked open an eye...
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Alright, so... This wasn't remotely how she expected this to be happening, but she'd take it! Ukyo Kuonji had earned herself the right to a nice boy, even if she had to also share that boy with multiple copies of herself.
The five of them were sitting in a circle. Three of them wearing clothes borrowed from the Tendos that they'd have to return eventually. The silence in the group was deafening.
"So... what first?" she asked in a desperate attempt to break the ice.
"Clothes shopping!" Yoshiko excitedly yelled. "This dress is really cute but I can't be seen wearing it two days in a row!"
"And how exactly do you intend to pay for your new dresses?" Atsuko asked, or rather demanded. "Our first priority is clear: We must expand our business model to accommodate the new mouths to feed. Yoshiko will make an ideal waitress, her allure will be irresistible for the male clientele, while Naomi shall be a waiter. The girls will love her."
"Blegh!" Naomi stuck out her tongue. "All this girly crap is boring anyway! I bet what Isamu really wants to do is fool around, don'tcha handsome?"
"Actually, I was really hoping for a fight," Isamu answered. "I mean, sex feels nice and all, but I really just wanna throw down. Don't wanna get rusty..." Then he stopped and pointed at Atsuko in a rather overly dramatic fashion. "Hey! What the hell is that, saying Naomi'd make a hot waiter? What about me? You saying I ain't got the stuff to bring the chicks?"
If he was intending to be threatening, it didn't pay off on Atsuko at all. She just sat there cool as a cucumber, inspecting her nails with total disinterest. "Physical appeal, certainly. When considering other metrics such as personality and speaking patterns, Naomi's appeal is much more consistent than yours. You would be much better served in the back, washing cooking implements, and on rare occasions acting as security in the event of troublemakers in the restaurant."
"Tch!" Isamu tsked, and then stormed off downstairs into the restaurant part of the building. Ukyo shook her head in dismay over the whole situation, then went off after him while the other three were pulled into some damn stupid argument.
"But I can't wear this tomorrow!" Yoshiko whined. "What will people think of me?"
"The shops are already all closed," Atsuko observed. "Therefore, you would have to go out in public wearing the same clothes anyway."
"Noooooo! Waaah!"
"... Damn, you're cold!" Naomi said.
The whole lot of you are annoying. Ugh! The worst of it was that she could definitely see little bits of herself in each of them, much like she could see little bits of Ranma in all of his... copies. Akihito had his arrogance, Ranko had his trolling nature, and as for Isamu -
He was standing by the window framed in the moonlight. His handsome face cast a stark contrast to the shadows around him, as though they were retreating from his radiant beauty. Though there was a frown upon his brow, it merely created the impression that he was lost in thought. Musing on his fate and the strange turn of his life.
Goodness! For some reason Ukyo felt rather weak at the knees. Her own face was all flush.
"Leave me alone," Isamu sniffed in disdain. So like Ranma it was unreal. Ukyo bit her lip and thought this through carefully.
"You know, I went to school last year as a boy," she said. "Pretty much any of the friends I made there would kill to be in your position right now. You've got a harem of cute girls who are more than happy to share you."
"I don't want a stupid harem!" Isamu threw up his hands. "I just want to be a good martial artist. I don't have time for -"
Clong! "Jackass!" she yelled at him, and lifted the giant spatula off his stupid handsome head. "You want to train so badly? Train with me! I'll have you... Uh... Are you okay?"
"... Mrow!" Isamu suddenly whimpered. To Ukyo's surprise he dropped down to all fours and began to crawl towards her. Sort of like a cat. He rubbed himself up against her legs and stared up at her expectantly. "Nyaaaaa!" And then without a shred of warning he tackled her to the ground.
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Shampoo left the shower feeling fully refreshed and prepared for a full night of wifely duties. Not that this was an especially difficult thing to prepare for. Akihito, her airen, was such a considerate lover. Oh, sure. His siblings complained sometimes due to their bizarre psychic connection but she had simply taken it as a challenge. She would rock her airen's world so hard they would start begging her to have sex with him more often.
In this particular instance though she had a very special surprise for him. A rather charming piece of lingerie she'd acquired during their journey through China. It had been so hard to keep it hidden away, but she had somehow succeeded and now - tonight was the night to use it.
Looking herself over Shampoo knew that she was a knockout. With a body like this and lingerie like this, she might as well be reclassified as a sex weapon. She wondered what Akihito would say when he -
There was a sound like knocking on the door. "Shampoo coming!" she called. Ooh, impatient for his surprise was he? Shampoo barely contained a titter of excitement herself, but she managed it. A quick brush of her damp hair, final adjustments here and there, get the posture just right and then out she went ready to get laid and found her dear husband sitting on his haunches like the hundred or so cats that were suddenly filling their new home.
"Nyaaaaaa!" Akihito mewled, then set about licking the sleeve to his shirt. "Purrrr!"
"... Shampoo have too too bad feeling about this."
- Meanwhile, Ranko was moving into the Kuno residence with Nabiki's help.
- Meanwhile, Ranma was trying to hide from Akane.
- Isamu has become like an affectionate kitty! How will his harem react?
- Shampoo investigates the sudden cat infestation.
- Something else
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