Since she could walk she had been moulded, crafted into a living and breathing weapon. She could fight like no other her age. She could outpace the second fastest with half her full speed, she could outmuscle a rampaging bull without a hair falling out of place. She could track. She could hunt. She was deadly beyond belief while maintaining a beauty, style and grace to be envied.
She was also completely and totally lost in this strange foreign land. At this point Shampoo was throwing her hands into the air in dismay - how was it possible for a girl and a panda to repeatedly vanish with such casual ease! She knew that pigtailed bitch was slippery like an eel and more cunning than a fox but this was really taking the cake!
At this point it had been several weeks since she had last seen hide nor hair of the pair of them. She knew they were somewhere in Nerima - but that's still a very large place to search. By the time she'd scoured every corner of this bustling metropolis (well, compared to where she lived it was a bustling metropolis) the two of them would have probably moved on.
It was time for her to face the facts. She'd... lost them. She'd have to spend the rest of her life hunting them down, chasing ghosts and possibly never ever finding them. Such a thought weighed down on her. What a waste of her talents. Stolen away, taken by a greedy foreign pigtailed bitch and her goofy looking panda. For the rest of her life Shampoo would curse and spit on the name -
"Ranma Saotome and Akane Tendo!"
Ding! That had come from a television in the house that Shampoo was sitting atop, peeking out at the streets. She crawled down the side of the wall, outside the building, peeked in through the window... caught sight of a pigtail and then it was gone.
"Those Furinkan students got lucky," the girl watching television said. "My Mikey will trounce 'em in a rematch!"
Furinkan, huh? How interesting. Well then. It seemed as though the Gods themselves were in Shampoo's favour. Guiding her gently yet firmly towards her inevitable vengeance. The kiss of death would be fulfilled, it was destiny!
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Dr. Tofu was a man of many talents, his clinic wasn’t just a chiropracty shop. He was a full medical doctor and had some beds for patients to rest in. Especially idiot patients who nearly broke their limbs fighting a pair of ditzs and/or perverts.
"I know this will be a little strange for you both," the good Doctor said. "But I simply must insist that you both get plenty of bed rest. While nothing is broken, your leg muscles need a bit of time to repair themselves."
The two of them made a point of not looking at one another, which he found pretty funny all truth told. "Just to be on the safe side, I've used a pressure point to make sure you can't move your legs. So no funny business, am I clear?"
"Yes Doctor Tofu," Akane said to the wall.
"Whatever you say, Doc!" Ranma said to the opposite wall.
Ah, it really was such a shame that the two of them had to be as stubborn as this. He didn't know Ranma so well, but in his estimation that boy (sometimes girl) was exactly the prescription Akane had needed. Her frustration with the opposite sex and the ceiling she'd hit with her own martial arts ability were both definitely showing some cracks in the young woman's tough armour. As for Ranma, it seemed to him that Akane might be the kind of girl who could help him adjust to his curse - though again, he didn't quite know the young man nearly well enough to truly judge that.
"Congratulations on your victory," Tofu said, standing up and leaving the two of them alone. "That was quite the bit of teamwork the two of you pulled off. You should be proud. I'd like to see that again sometime."
And then he left them alone. Closed the door so they could have a bit of privacy. He wouldn't normally let a boy and a girl share a room like that unsupervised - but in this case there shouldn't be any problems. If anything their fathers were quite insistent on him doing this anyway when the two of them were brought in, so... He had other things to do, he'd check in on them every so often just to be on the safe side.
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So they were alone. Unsupervised. No sign of Doctor Tofu or anyone that might judge them. It was only her and Ranma. Again. Akane sucked in wind and tried to ignore his presence. He wasn't here, he wasn't here, she was alone, she was recovering from injury so she couldn't do anything anyway.
But such lies didn't matter when she already knew the truth. Ranma was there. His lips were there. Not far away. There was nobody to judge or try to push them together. Nobody to tease about her being attracted to that jerk. Just him and his lips waiting and begging and needing to be kissed.
No! No, no no! Not this time. Hah! Stupid addiction! Doctor Tofu had already made sure that her legs wouldn't work! There was no way for either one of them to get across the room to make out for hours undisturbed, curled up in each other's arms. Savouring each other's tastes, basking in each other's warmth and baring a part of their soul that they'd never shown anyone else...
"Akane?" Ranma said. She grunted her response. "Wanna make out."
Don't say it don't say it don't say it "More than I want to live." Damn it! "I - I guess we could maybe crawl over to each other? Move the beds, somehow? But what if Dr. Tofu comes in and sees our beds next to each other?”
But then the thought crossed her mind: so what if he sees? Which was a very bad and dangerous no good thought to have. Because it meant that she was starting to not care anymore if people saw them when they... indulged. Not indulged. Gave in. Surrendered to this horrible wonderful feeling. It - It would make people think that she actually liked that loudmouth jerk or something!
"M-Maybe this is for the best," Akane squirmed, keeping her head turned away from him. "Sure it feels bad now, but if we can't actually do anything about it then maybe we can learn to control it. This is the perfect chance to go cold turkey, all we have to do is endure it. What do you think, Ranma?"
"I think you oughta help me get on your bed already."
Which is when Akane turned her head around and saw... feet. Well, legs. Upside down, kind of dangling there like a puppet with cut strings. Akane stared for a moment - then grabbed hold of his waist and hauled that boy onto her bed as if she was pulling him from the ocean onto a life raft.
What happened next was a whirl of covers and feet and arms but it didn't take long for the two of them to sort themselves out as they reached their mutual goal. Which was kind of something weird to think about considering what Tofu had said before he had left. When the two of them set aside their differences and worked together, they did actually make a pretty good team.
Akane's arms snaked around Ranma's head, completely ensnaring him and leaving him little room to move. Which was fine. She didn't want his head to move. Not when she was indulging in her addiction to this taste, this feeling of his lips against hers, his tongue against hers, the breath from his nose tickling her face and that strangely distinctive smell of his filling her nostrils. His hands were wandering again. This time around one went south and the other north - left hand down her pyjama trousers to grope her butt, the other underneath her top to squeeze her breast. Even that felt amazing at this point, and she was no longer thinking of punishing him later on for such aggressive action.
Not least of which because her own hands were starting to go a-wandering and she hated that her legs couldn't move because her thighs really wanted to rub up against him. The moment her arms slipped away from his head to go on that journey his lips parted from hers and soon she found herself whimpering from their lack of presence. They then returned with a vengeance, planting those wonderful kisses along her jaw and neck going around in a big circle before returning to their rightful place.
Then the two of them suddenly heard a sound dreaded by every couple doing something naughty in a room by themselves. The distinctive sound of footsteps approaching their room. The two of them split apart leaving a distinctive sounding plop from the suction, and then panic set in. There was no way Ranma would have enough time to make it across the room by walking on his hands! He'd barely be able to manage it if he could use his feet!
And so Akane did the only rational thing that she could do under the circumstances. She used the flat of her hands to push against his... his manly... manly chest and, after leaning in for one last smooch, tossed him across the room right back onto his bed.
Doctor Tofu opened the door, saying "Hi, it's dinner. I hope you two are hungry!"
Dinner... Really? Dinner at this time? Akane looked over at the clock. They'd been kissing for three hours straight. They'd been brought here at four in the afternoon and now it was almost seven at night. She looked over at Ranma... And found him in a bit of a compromising position.
"Honestly Ranma, that's what you get for trying to ignore doctor's orders!" Akane huffed. "Trying to get out of bed like that when Doctor Tofu had already told you that your legs weren't working! You deserve what you get!"
Doctor Tofu nodded with a weird smile on his face, then set Ranma back in bed. Patting him on the shoulder for some reason.
"Ah, Akane... I should have offered you a bandage earlier," Tofu said, smiling in a very Kasumi-like manner. "It looks like I missed a cut on your neck earlier on."
"My neck...?" Akane asked.
"Oh yes. There's a bit of a bruise around it as well. Tsk tsk, can't let you go out like that." He tapped the side of his nose. Akane’s face began to pale, did he kno-
“She’s so clumsy I bet she never notices anything like that.” Ranma then did what he did best, speak without thinking. Cue one pillow being tossed across the room, and all of a sudden the air between their beds was being filled with pillows and sheets.
"Now now, the two of you behave," Tofu said. "I'll be through with your dinner in a minute, so try not to cause any more injuries to each other while I'm gone."
And then he left. Both of them scowled at one another.
"It doesn't mean anything," Ranma said.
"Well, on that much we agree," Akane nodded. "It's just... some weird magic thing that makes us want to french each other for hours on end."
"Not my fault," Ranma said.
"Well, I didn't say it was but now that you bring it up..."
The door opened and in came the food. The smell of it made Akane's stomach growl, and she'd never been so grateful to have a tray set over her starving stomach. With this in the way, there really would be no possibility that she and Ranma could resume their makeout session where it left off because they weren't <i>finished</i> yet and ooooh that was a bad feeling that she had in her nether regions, very very bad and naughty and not something she should be paying any heed to.
"After dinner, we'll do a few exercises and then I think you'll be good to go home," Tofu said. "I'll be back after I've finished my own dinner, so behave yourselves."
The two of them said their thanks and began to tuck in.
"Uwah... Looks like even the Doc is a better cook than you are!" Ranma said.
Yeah, that got Akane's eye twitching. This kind of bullshit was exactly why she couldn't stand him! Before Akane even knew what she was doing she had tossed her chopsticks right at the dumb boy right as he was turning around to say something else that was probably asinine. They landed right in his mouth, leaving him choking on them.
"Served you right!" Akane huffed as he hauled the chopsticks out and resumed eating his food.
"Uh?" Ranma grunted. "Huh... tastes even better now..."
Well, wasn't that good! Ugh! Akane made to resume eating her own dinner - then realised that she'd chucked her eating implement across the room in a fit of pique. Oops?
"Ranma... Chopsticks," Akane said. She looked across. The boy was sucking on her chopsticks like it was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. Not that Akane recognised which chopsticks he was using, mind. So far as she could see he was being gross with his food. "Ranma! If you don't pass me my chopsticks I'll make you lunch for a month!"
They practically teleported into her bowl after she said that. Impressive motivating factor, to be sure.
"Mmph, so good," Ranma moaned around his chopsticks. Huh? Really? She'd thought it was okay, that was all. But then... she stuck the chopsticks into the food and took a bite. Then she understood. Divinity danced upon her palette. It was easily the best meal that she'd ever tasted, and she wolfed it down without even thinking about it. Ah! So good - but before too long her chopsticks hit bowl.
"Noooo..." Akane whined. "N-Need more!"
Then she put her chopsticks in her mouth and began to make the exact same disgusting kind of noises that Ranma had been making. She licked them. She sucked on them. She even took them out and kissed -
Which was right about when Akane's brain caught up to her. She replayed what had happened with a bit more clarity. When Ranma had taken her chopsticks out of his mouth, he had started eating with those instead. Then he'd tossed his own back. But didn't that make this... an indirect kiss!
Noooo! She'd fallen for it again! This weird and freaky lewd curse that made her feel so good when they were kissing! Ah! And the fact they were both doing this at the same time made it feel even better somehow! At this rate the two of them were destined to spiral into a never ending cycle of smooches and kisses and - and sharing food and being totally gross all over each other!
Akane had a dark image of her possible future form in her head.
<i>”Oh precious love muffin, I’m home!” Ranma with a mustache for some reason, came into the house.
“Oh hello dear!” Akane said, giggling and wearing a gi and apron. “So do you want a meal, a bath, or me~”
“Why you of course honeybunny!” Ranma said, and kissed her on the cheek leading to Akane letting out multiple high pitched giggles.</i>
“Ranma do not ever grow a mustache!” Akane shouted at her fiance.
"And don't you ever tie your hair up in double pigtails!" Ranma yelled back.
Right then. That sounded like a perfectly fair deal in her book. Nothing else followed but silence until Doctor Tofu came into the room a minute later.
"Well, it seems like you enjoyed the dinner I made," he said. Akane sheepishly realised she'd still been licking the chopsticks. "Well then! Time for me to make you feel better."
There was a time when him saying that sent a chill down Akane's spine. But right now there was only one of two things that could make her feel better. Spending the rest of her life lip locked with that dummy over there... or finding a way to resist that very same temptation.
- Doctor Tofu decides to push the two of them together some more, because they're a cute couple.
- Suddenly Shampoo arrives to make things even more complicated.
- Akane/Ranma decides to ask the good Doctor for help with their addiction.
- Ryoga overhears Akane griping about her addiction.
- Something else
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