This was Ranma's fault. Whatever else was going on around her, Akane felt absolutely certain that this was absolutely his fault. Look at him. Sitting over there, pretending not to look. Pretending like he's focusing on his food, which he's shovelling past his delicious, yummy lips.
"Eat up, airen!"
Cue Shampoo's lips getting pressed up against hers. Right at the dinner table. Right in front of everyone. Right in front of her older sister who she had looked up to. Right in front of her father. Right in front of Nabiki who had a <i>goddamned camera.</i>
"I always knew," Nabiki said with a twinkle in her eyes. A twinkle that said 'I have ammo for the rest of your life, and as much money as I could ever need'. "Why do you think I pushed Ranma onto you?"
"Now Nabiki, Akane and her girlfriend are not to be mocked," Kasumi said. “We all are unique and who we love doesn’t matter.”
"She's not my girlfriend!" Akane protested, right as Shampoo moved to trace her lips around and down her jawline. Alright, so she didn't exactly have a great case against this, but she couldn't let this stand!
"That right!" Shampoo said. "Akane is Shampoo wife!"
Her father broke out into tears. Ranma's chopsticks snapped in half. Nabiki snapped another picture, and Kasumi... big sister, please don't make that happy sigh noise, it's making it really hard to want to push this exotic foreign girl off her lap.
“I suppose we’ll have to prepare a trip to Canada.” Kasumi said. “We can have the wedding there.”
"Whatever makes you happy, Akane!" her father bawled. "I'm sure one of your other sisters will marry Ranma instead!"
Marry Ranma? Marry her hit? Marry that sweet tasting nectar of the gods? No, no, no! This could not stand. This really and truly could not stand!
<i>”You may kiss the bride.” The priest said, and the veil covered sister tackled Ranma, latching her lips to his.
“Oh yes. Keep kissing him. Kiss him all you want.” The priest added. "Kiss him for the rest of your life, to the exclusion of all others. Especially violent, ill tempered, uncute little sisters who didn't know what they had until they didn't have it anymore."</i>
"H-hang on now! I'm not marrying Shampoo!"
"Spoken like someone hell bent on marrying a certain pigtailed gender flipper..." Nabiki mused.
Nng! Blast it all! Curse this affectionate femme fatale! Akane hadn't tasted Ranma's lips since last night, and a good night's sleep was far too long to go without. She was going stir crazy, and while she certainly enjoyed Shampoo's lips more than she'd care to admit, there was still a craving inside of her. Burning up her insides. She had to have Ranma's lips, and she had to have them soon, but Shampoo's strength was <i>ludicrous</i> and shifting Shampoo from her lap was about as easy as bench pressing the freaking moon.
Of course, she could also see that Ranma was getting antsy as well. He was itching himself quite a bit. Licking his lips, his sweet tender lips because he was probably aching for a smooch himself. She'd be all too happy to oblige - if she could only get rid of this pest for five minutes!
There had to be some way to get rid of these unwanted- Ah, an idea came to her. “Shampoo, how much do you know about Japanese culture?”
“Cute cartoons and fun video games.” Shampoo said. Well that answered that question.
“Well, you should know that before you can marry me you have to bring me three items.” Akane said, “Err, one of Buddah’s Bowls. A jewel branch from Horai Island, and a fire rat robe.”
“Shampoo be back in for airen soon!” She dashed off of Akane’s lap to fulfil her love’s dreams.
“Did you seriously just rip off a fairy tale?” Nabiki said once Shampoo was out of earshot.
"If it keeps her away, I'll grow thorns around the compound and go into a hundred year sleep!"
"Blegh!" Ranma stuck out his tongue. "As if you can play a convincing sleeping beauty!"
"You! Training hall! Now!"
She grabbed him by the pigtail and hauled him off, her heart pounding in her ears. Ranma didn't resist. Which was good. If he kicked up a fuss now she'd knock him into the dirt and wake him up the fun way.
"Ah, tsundere love," Nabiki sighed, right as Akane was leaving earshot. "I wonder what Ranma's more salty about. That the hot foreign babe is all over sis instead of him, or that Shampoo's getting some sugar instead of him?"
"Nabiki, salt and sugar don't mix very well."
Never mind that for the moment. Akane tossed Ranma into the training hall where he landed like a ragdoll, then skipped up to his feet and the two of them flowed into each other like water down a mountain. Her hands snaked around the back of his head, while his hands grabbed her hips, and everything after that was sweet sweet release. She'd needed this hit super badly, one minute more and she'd have gone completely off her mind.
“You stupid jerk why didn’t you help me get free!” Akane said between kisses.
"You seemed to be enjoying yourself just fine," Ranma said the next time they came up for air. Ooh, that jerk! When they kicked up again she bit his bottom lip. She meant to bite down hard, but for some reason it turned into a nibble and made him moan in a tone that made her shiver. "Greedy. Didn't she give you enough already?" Ranma asked.
Phew. That was intense. Akane blinked, and the world came back into focus. Ranma's shirt was on the other side of the training hall. As were her gi trousers. Her right leg was hooked around his waist and her hands were fiddling with the knot on his belt. Gulp! That was close!
The two of them practically bounced apart, and Akane was really glad she'd worn some nice looking underwear today. N-Not because she wanted to let Ranma see it, but because she didn't want him making fun of her teddy bear print panties again. Really!
"S-So, that should be the last we see of Shampoo I guess," Akane said.
"Hah! Yeah right!" Ranma scoffed. "If we couldn't shake that psycho going half way across China, there's no chance she's done yet. Once she figures out you tricked her, she'll be back with a vengeance."
Maybe. But it would at least buy them a little time. The two of them got dressed, sated once again. They could at least act like they hated one another again, which was a bit of a relief.
Little did Akane realise, but she'd set off a ticking clock. But she'd learn. Oh, how she'd learn.
<hr>
In the mid-morning Akane's lips started to itch again. It wasn't too bad, of course. Nothing compared to this morning. Still, sitting in class with the teacher droning on while Ranma was right there next to her with his lips practically in kissing distance... Ugh! It was a miracle she could think of anything else.
Still, it was hard to resist the urge to steal glances at him. Which showed how badly this thing was getting to her. Akane Tendo? Mooning over a boy? A loudmouthed jerk like Ranma Saotome no less? Just because he was an <i>amazing</i> kisser? She fidgeted in her seat. Yes. That's how it was now. Ridiculous as it might sound, this was her life now. Completely hooked on a rough immature boy's taste.
They needed to find an antidote for whatever this was. But... that was a problem too. Because neither of them had the faintest idea where to start looking, and asking for help meant admitting 'oh yeah, we've been making out several times a day for the last several weeks to the point we lose track of time, and I'm pretty sure we're going to have sex in the next day or so, and I'm actually kind of starting to look forward to it'.
Which was a whole host of things that Akane didn't even want to admit to herself, never mind someone else. Then again... That foreign girl. Maybe she could play it off as something she'd done? Yeah, that'd be the ticket. She was a bit weird and exotic. People might buy that she'd done <i>something</i> to try and win Akane over. Mmm, yeah. That could work. Play it off like that and you wouldn't have to admit to what you'd been doing with Ranma, only that you'd walk over broken glass for the chance at another taste of Shampoo's sweet -
The bell rang. Lunchtime! She looked to Ranma, and he turned his nose up at her. She returned the gesture. Right. They'd worked out a signal for where to meet up, and that meant 'the roof'.
"Hey Akane!" Sayuri said, quickly falling into step with Akane. "So? How is your relationship with Ranma going?"
"Not well!" Akane sniffed. "I don't want to talk about it today."
"Aw, but the two of you looked so cute together on the ice!" Yuka said. "Come on, want to head to this new chinese place that opened up?"
Chinese. Chinese. Chinese. Chinese. Akane unconsciously licked her lips. Yes. Some nice Chinese sounded really good around about now. Soft, succulent, curvaceious Chinese...
"Oh, I'd better not. Kasumi made me a bento -"
She made a big show of opening her bag, revealing no bento inside. Actually it was hidden away in a discreet corner, underneath a book.
"Ah! That greedy idiot must have taken mine!" Akane said. "I'm sorry, please wait a few minutes. I'll be right back after I talk with him."
She stomped off, the feeling starting to gnaw at her now. The need was back. It never really quite left, it was merely satiated for a time. It was like the urge to sleep. There were times where she absolutely had to no matter what, and there were times where she could technically go for it, but she was rested enough to resist it.
"Ah, that uncute tomboy must have my bento!" Ranma's voice yelled out. "Hold on, I'd better go find her and get it. Be right back!"
Akane hurried up to the rooftop, with each step feeling a touch weightier than the last. Soon. Soon. Soon. She told herself it wouldn't be long until she had this craving satisfied. They'd have to control themselves here at school. No more than thirty seconds. She reached the roof and carefully looked everywhere around. Nobody here. Ranma followed shortly after her. They closed the door and jumped for each other.
Did it have to only be thirty seconds? She felt like she could stay like this forever. Ranma's strong body pressed up against hers. Feeling the heat coming off him, this smell, this taste, this everything... Why did she want to give this up again? It was hard for Akane to remember -
"There, that oughta do it," Ranma said. "Catch you in your room tonight."
"Huh?" Akane grunted. "W-wait, something's wrong. I don't feel any better. Gimme some more!"
"Heh. I knew it was only a matter of time before you wanted it," Ranma said, flexing a muscle. Akane rolled her eyes and pushed him up against the door. There we go. Slip him some tongue. Take what she needs from him, and then...
It wasn't working. She pushed herself up against him even more. Still nothing. Well, not nothing exactly. It was nice. Really, really nice. It just... wasn't... fulfilling her. After about a minute he pushed her away.
"The guys'll get suspicious," he said. "Uh, and besides. You don't wanna accidentally give me a hickey again. Right?"
Akane's hand smoothed down her front and slid around her thigh, squeezing it through her skirt. This feeling. This feeling of emptiness. Of need. Of desperate, crushing need. Why? Why wasn't Ranma sating it.
"I don't care anymore," Akane said. It was as if some other force had possessed her. All she could do was watch as this other being made her say and do things she wouldn't normally. "Please, stay longer. I need it. I'm going creazy without it, please. I'll do <i>anything</i>. I'll - I'll even help you seduce my sisters if you wanted a threesome. Or a foursom! I'll - I'll -"
Then to her surprise Ranma took his hand, and held her nose.
"Hey, hey. Snap out of it already," he said. "Seeing an unfeminine girl like you trying to act all seductive is enough to turn a guy's stomach."
Oooh, this boy! So frustrating! He was so rude! And yet her body... it was aching for his touch. It didn't make sense though! Why was she in this condition while he was acting normally?
Then it hit her. Out of the blue. It wasn't Ranma she was craving. It was...
"Uh oh..." Akane gulped. "I've made a terrible mistake. W-We need to find Shampoo before I go stir crazy!"
“What?”
“Shampoo! She’s like you!”
“I am way sexier and stronger than sh-”
“No you idiot! She has those stupid tasty lips and it’s like.. It’s like I need both!”
Ranma tapped his feet against the ground, “Well, good luck with that! I’ll be here, not searching for the crazy girl who tried to kill me.”
“Ranma!”
- Luckily, Shampoo returns with the three items.
- Akane has to endure the rest of the day feeling the addiction building.
- Ranma is jealous of Shampoo. In spite of what he claims.
- Shampoo’s sent letters from home, now her family is showing up, how horrible.
- Something Else
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