So let us discuss their mating habits. Common calls towards their mate include seductive cries of "Idiot!", the dulcet line of poetry "Why would I like someone like that?" and, of course, routinely listing off all the things they don't like about the person that very much fills up all of their more erotic or romantic thoughts.
It's quite a rare sight indeed when two wholly different tsunderes start getting interested in one another, as is the case between Ranma Saotome and Akane Tendo. Their relationship was deadlocked as neither one believed the other interested and sure as hell wasn't going to say what they felt first. Of course, this is a gross simplification of a very complicated relationship but the salient points are all present.
"Ak-Akane, what are you doing?!"
"What does it look like?" squeeze and grope. "Trying to make up my mind which is better built: Your T or your A!"
This is important primarily because right about now Ranma was, in fact, doing emotional pratfalls that would make an acrobat envious. Though Ranma's form was currently female his mind was most definitively male, and despite his protests Akane was a very cute girl. A cute girl who was actively groping at Ranma's girl form's chest and butt with a very grabby pair of hands.
While Happosai was puffing on his pipe and watching with big, wide open eyes drinking it all in with a slight perverted smirk on his wrinkled old face that said 'wish I had a camera, but I'll be damned if I stop watching to go find one.'
If anything could snap Ranma out of the emotional turmoil he was experiencing that perverted leer would definitely do it! The cute pigtailed girl squirmed her way out of Akane's groping grip and hopped off as fast as her legs would carry her. Which was pretty damn fast, let me tell you!
"What's gotten into that girl?!" he wondered aloud.
"It's what's not gotten into me that's the problem!" Akane called back. Ranma risked a glimpse back and felt an overwhelming sense of dread build up in her gut. Akane was skipping and frolicking after her at a rate way faster than he'd seen the tomboy moving before! Ranma's eyes went wide, wide open, her jaw dropped and her escape stumbled for just a second. More than long enough for Akane's lips to turn up in a very familiar looking perverse leer. "Hotcha!" she yelled, diving right for Ranma's chest!
But Ranma had acquired quite a bit of experience in dodging the old man's lecherous attempts by this point. Even if Akane was a little faster than normal she wasn't a patch on the old man's ability! By shifting her weight in mid-air Ranma was able to turn just enough in her fall to ensure Akane jumped right over her. On landing, she reversed direction and sprinted off towards the house.
"Oh, Ranma! You're so mean!" Akane called. "It's just a little harmless skinship between martial artists!"
Again, Ranma glanced back and was astounded by what she was seeing. Akane rolled on the ground, kicked off the wall and was back in hot pursuit. What the hell?! Since when was Akane that capable?!
Left with no alternative Ranma took to the rooftops. While Akane did try to make the leap she wasn't quite that capable yet, it seemed! Ranma stuck out her tongue, Akane blew a kiss. Not quite the response she was expecting.
Still, this did give Ranma plenty of opportunity to escape. To run, to hide and to think things through. Far away from Akane's grabby hands, which was a statement she never thought she'd have to make.
"That started when Akane saw me wearing this..." Ranma mused aloud. "She started behaving kind of like the old freak." That got a shudder shooting down her spine. "Actually, exactly like him!" The thought of Akane Tendo behaving like a pervert was as natural as the thought of Nabiki Tendo, charitable philanthropist or Kasumi Tendo, vindictive sadist. It just didn't fit the image! Which meant...
"This costume must turn people into perverts!" Ranma grasped the side of her head in total dismay. "Between my cursed form's super hotness and this metal bunnysuit it's inevitable! They must turn even the least cute tomboys into ravenous leches!"
Welcome to Ranma's worst nightmare! She had to find a way to get this costume off, and quickly! Before other people tried using her to get off!
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Akane stared off after that super hot pigtailed girl as she hopped off on rooftops away from her. "Oh darn! Ranma won't you play with me?" she called. And was roundly ignored.
"There there," Happosai cooed. "She won't play with me either. Say, would you like some help in catching up with her?"
"Would I?" Akane answered. She jumped in place for joy. "Oh! I would love nothing more than to squeeze and tease that cutie again! Hotcha!"
And Happosai would love nothing more than to see that happening yet again. However... His was a devious mind, and Akane was only playing at being Happosai. In terms of physical and mental ability, she was nowhere near as strong nor as experienced as the pervy diminutive martial artist. Oh, it wouldn't be enough to see Akane fondling Ranma's girl form anymore. No, no! Because now Happosai had something he'd longed for now for decades!
He had a willing, eager and perverted student to take under his wing. A wicked grin crept on his face. Like hell he was going to waste that.
- Ranma tries to work out how to get the costume off before it pervifies anyone else!
- Akane starts training under Happosai.
- Akane starts training under Happosai... Until someone rings a bell and she changes personality again.
- Shampoo notices Ranma on the roof. Goes for glomp.
- Something else
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