Ranma Saotome had been trained in martial arts since almost the day he could walk. And that was only because he just so happened to stand up and take a stroll thirty second to midnight. His old man was a harsh teacher, but brilliant in his own stupid insane reckless way, resulting in Ranma being quite adept at the arts. He was quick, he was strong, he was durable, and he also had a keen sense of killing intent.
"Something wrong <i>honeybun</i>?" Nabiki asked.
"Nothing," Ranma said, using the tone that a boyfriend normally adopts when the word he means is 'everything', but he has just about enough common sense to know not to ruin the atmosphere when he's out on a date. Said feeling was amplified by the fact that he was out on a date with Nabiki Tendo. It felt like he was dousing himself in barbecue sauce and offering to climb onto a spit over a roasting fire.
What was actually happening was, well, the two of them were sitting in an ice cream parlour on a 'play date'. A practise run for the Martial Arts Dating contest. It was a nice place. Though he kind of wished the staff would stop giving him pitying looks. It was making his danger sense flare up all the worse.
"Now, I don't want you to get the wrong idea Saotome," Nabiki coldly said. She leaned forward on the table and batted her eyes at him. "I'm not actually doing this because I'm romantically interested. I'm doing this to needle my little sister."
Yeah. Sure she was. Ranma had seen the way the transformed version of Nabiki reacted to him. Also, another big clue was that her little toe was tracing a circle on his thigh. No, wait. That wasn't a circle. It was a heart.
Then again, there was an especially busty and uncute customer over there folding a tray in half and glowering at them, so maybe Nabiki was playing it up for the crowd? Either way he was feeling pretty miserable. I mean, sure. Nabiki was pretty. She was smart. Actually now that he was looking she was <i>really</i> pretty. It was kind of a surprise she wasn't dating anyone, she could probably have her pick of any guy in the school.
There was a strangely thoughtful look on her face. Trying to think through a plan to win this martial arts contest? Or maybe something else? Ranma couldn't help but wonder, what did a smart chick like Nabiki think about anyhow?
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Internally, Nabiki Tendo was screaming. This was a new experience for her, so credit where it's due, she wasn't showing it in the least. It wasn't rational, and she hated that it wasn't rational, but here she was on a date with Ranma Saotome and she didn't have the faintest clue of what to do next.
This wasn't because she'd never been on a date before. No, no. She'd been on loads of dates. However! So far as Nabiki was concerned a date was where boys opened up their wallets, tipped them out and let the contents fall into her purse. Then for good measure a good chunk of blackmail material to keep them under her thumb in perpetuity. One date. Pumped, then dumped.
Trying to get a boy to go out on further dates with her was something she'd never tried before! How do you do that?! She thought that she'd figure it out when she was, you know, on the date. But nothing was coming to her? The only idea she had was that he seemed kind of into the tsundere thing so maybe if she pretended not to be interested that would work?
Side note: This is actually the perfect strategy for any girl seeking to get Ranma Saotome's attention. Not that Nabiki knew she'd struck gold with that one.
In any event her mind was reeling from trying to figure it out. Should she put out? Her loins said 'yes please', but her common sense said 'no girl, hold onto that!' While another part of her was insisting that the waitress over there would look soooo much cuter if they were drained of energy and lying on the floor...
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It must be said that Akane was no stranger to Nabiki stealing her property. Clothing was usually what went missing, winding up in Nabiki's wardrobe. In particular the back of it. Still, it hurt her pride every single time and today was no different.
Actually, today was very different. Nabiki hadn't stolen a shirt or a cute dress. She'd stolen her <i>property</i>. Ranma Saotome was her <i>toy</i>. Her stallion, her stud, her doll, her plaything. Ranma was not Nabiki's! He - or rather it - belonged only to Akane Tendo.
By rights she should - she <i>should</i> strut her sexy body right on by and have Ranma trailing after her through raw animal magnetism. Alas... Whenever she tried to take a single step forward a miniature version of her mother popped up in her imagination, warning her that it would ruin the contest that her mother had gone to all this effort setting up.
In short: She'd be grounded until doomsday. So all she could do. Was sit here. And seethe. As Nabiki got her mitts. All up. In Akane's. Rightful. Property.
That boy was getting a thorough deep clean later on. To wash Nabiki's stench off him. Akane's thighs clenched together. Oh yeah, she could hardly wait...
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Man, there's his danger sense flaring up again. Akane must be really upset about this playdate thing. It's a curse being this handsome and generally all around awesome, a terrible burden to bear...
"Nabiki!" Ranma declared, grabbing hold of the girl's hands. "Pay attention. This is very important."
"Y-yes?" Nabiki replied, a faint blush tinging her cheeks and a permanent burn mark being made on the cafe's roof right over where Akane was sitting. "Wh-what is it?"
"We need to set aside a plan for the future," Ranma said. Nabiki felt faint. Dogs started barking outside the cafe, trying to leap away from Akane's seat. "If we don't, we'll surely regret it."
"P-plans for the future?"
You could hear Nabiki's confused heart beat faster. She'd never thought - this feeling was indescribable!
“Yes.” Ranma said, his face more serious than Nabiki had ever seen it. “What’s ahead of us may be weird, difficult, and scary but I think that if we work together we can make it through without a scratch on us.”
Oh god had he finally decided which girl he wanted to have the engagement with, was it her!? “O-of course.”
“I think the hardest part will be the competition. They're bound to interfere in ways we won't see coming.” Ranma said
Competition? He must mean Akane and Kasumi. The competition for Ranma's heart! And other things...
"So we gotta make sure we have some kind of gameplan ready, if we're going to win this Martial Arts Dating contest!"
Nabiki didn’t know how she punched a perfectly circular hole in her plate without injuring herself, but the amount of energy she drained from the idiot made her forget to feel the need to ask such questions.
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You know, getting his energy drained like this all the time was gonna have seriously bad effects on his health. Still, he was upright again. Even if the smaller girl was kind of holding him up a little. While grasping onto his arm. Practically guiding him down the street really. Heh. In this state of mind Ranma didn't even have the strength of will to ignore the fact that his arm was being held in between Nabiki's boobs. Nice.
"And then once we've gone to the movies we can hold hands and walk under a starlit sky and don't worry if it's cloudy because I'll paint the gym to look like the sky -"
She'd been talking like that since they left the cafe. Nabiki like this was so… cute… and her enthusiasm was adorable. You wanted to just let her continue to talk on because you didn’t want to risk making her the slightest bit sad.
"-And then they'll all slip on the oil I secretly left out, or get stuck to their chairs because of the glue, which will tear holes in their clothes so they'll get disqualified -"
Adorable. Still Nabiki though. Oh boy, Ranma wobbled on his feet. He'd better be careful he doesn't wind up getting drained during the contest.
"And then we end the night with a picture perfect smoochie doochie! But golly gosh, we'd better get some practise in. Otherwise it'll be all awkward and unnatural!"
Huh? Smoochie doochie? Did... did she actually just say that? Ranma turned his head to ask the question and then -
Soft. There was something indescribably soft pressing up against his lips. Sweet. It was strangely sweet as well. This unfamiliar feeling. What was this? His brain caught up with him, and the answer suddenly seemed obvious: Nabiki was kissing him. He was too tired to really formulate a thought beyond that, though if you really pushed him he'd have to admit. It felt pretty good.
"I've had all I can stands and I can't stands no more!"
A firm hand grabbed the back of Ranma's collar, and he was forcibly spun around to come face to face with a pretty familiar girl who would be a lot prettier if she was smiling instead of scowling.
"You call that a kiss? This is a kiss."
Yes. yes it was. Yes it was definitely a kiss. It was also several other things simultaneously. It was marshmallow hell, as Akane in this form was much bustier evne than Ranma's girl form. It was a firm grope, as Akane had her hand firmly gripping Ranma's butt. It was also an enforced grope, as Akane's other hand was preoccupied ensuring that one of Ranma's hands was on <i>her</i> butt during the whole experience.
When their lips parted there was a popping sound. When Ranma stumbled away, there was another louder pop. Kind of tells you how tightly Akane was gripping him. Ranma had to brace himself on a nearby wall. Dimly, he was aware of Nabiki furiously taking notes.
"There," Akane sniffed. "That's how you kiss a boy."
And that's right when her energy ran out, leaving regular form Akane mid sultry strut with full recollection of the fact that her tongue had just polished Ranma's tonsils. She then proceeded to break the land speed record in returning to her room, collapsing onto her bed, then rolling around and screaming into her hands.
- Nabiki takes Akane's lesson on how to smooch to heart
- Akane tries to pretend that didn't just happen.
- Kasumi deals with the Golden Pair.
- Hinako has plans for the martial arts dating contest.
- Something else
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