Story: TsunDER-SM

 

The role that Nabiki Tendo had within the Tendo environment was, put simply, a sanity check. After all, when you think about how crazy everyone living here was, don't you think it best that someone around here make sure to test everyone's level of sanity? And, it should also go without saying, the best way to properly test something was to stress test it.

And when her dad is a master martial artist who studied under a evil old letch, who’s best friend turns into a panda, who then engaged her little sister to a boy who turns into a girl based on the moisture content… there’s a lot of sanity to test and a lot of stress to play with.

Case in point, she could see the two of them now. Sitting peacefully in the living room, stewing in their own juices. Just the other day, Ukyo had finally moved out after that Ten Year old Sauce nonsense, and... the sexual tension between the two of them was so thick you could make soup with it.

Look at them. Sitting there ,half turned away. Occasionally sneaking glances at one another. Fire, burning in their eyes as if they were half an inch away from just pinning each other down, right there, and utterly ruining the other's body.

How could anyone let such a perfect opportunity slip them by? She slunk into the room like the cat that caught the canary, and oh, she was going to enjoy this quite a bit. LIke desert after the fine meal, this was something to savour.

"So how did the married life treat you?" Nabiki casually asked, enjoying the little jump they both had on her asking the question. In order to get rid of Ukyo, one of their zany schemes had been 'pretend to be married'. Heh. Ukyo hadn't bought it for a second, of course. She's not stupid. Unlike these two. "Think of it as a little taste of what it'll be like later."

Kukuku! It had to be hell for the pair of them. Pretending to be happily wed, when neither one of them was able to admit their feelings to the other out of stupid, lunatic pride. Oh, but how much better it would be if she could take further advantage of this mess. Say, find some evidence they did more than merely sleep in the same bed. Or forge some. They'd pay out the nose for years to keep that quiet. Probably past the birth of their first or even second child.

"Who would want to get married to an idiot like him?" Akane huffed, turning her nose up in a way that said 'me, me, a thousand times me.' Meanwhile, she was actually saying "An idiot who can't even remember an old promise he made until it's spelled out in front of him."

"Oh yeah?" Ranma yelled. "I bet there's something lurking in your past that you've forgotten about, right? How am I supposed to remember something that happened ten years ago?"

"I don't know, she seemed to remember it fine enough!" Akane countered. "Jerk!"

"Hothead!"

"Loudmouth!"

"Uncute!"

God, look at them go. If you put a turbine in between them powered by repressed sexual tension then you'd solve the energy crisis. Well, actually, such a device would manage that all by itself anyway but you get the idea. In the absence of such a device she'd have to contend herself with the infinite hours of entertainment that her little sister and future brother in law were providing, free of charge.

"Pervert!"

"Unappealing!"

"Dummy!"

"Clumsy!"

Though, she had to say... They did seem a bit more on edge recently as compared to normal. Further, while the vitriol was there, an unknown element was missing. Sort of like, they were getting a bit too used to it? Arguing just for the sake of arguing?

Which led Nabiki to a sudden shocking conclusion. No way...it couldn't be! Were these two... on the verge of hooking up?! No! Impossible! That would be the end of her fun! She couldn't let something like that happen on her watch, she simply couldn't!

"Oh wow, if I didn't know any better I'd swear the two of you were about to make out," Nabiki said, then watched as the expecrted reaction unfolded right there in front of her. The two of them turned around and walked away. Perfect. Exactly what she wanted. They couldn't hook up yet. No, no. That would be too <i>boring</i>. It had to be on Nabiki's terms, with her ready to snap a picture she could blackmail them with. As such, she slunk after her little sister first, who was returning to her room.

"What do you want?" Akane asked quite pointedly. "I'm not in the mood."

"Now, now, little sis," Nabiki said, waving it off. "What I meant before was that the tenor of your arguments with Ranma have shifted quite a bit. Have you not noticed the way you stand very close to each other, and get closer as the argument proceeds? Have you not noticed the heat in the air when you look at each other." Nabiki grinned as Akane blushed. "My, my. You hadn't noticed, had you? You blushing virgin."

Ladies and gentlemen, that feeling you have right now is called 'dramatic irony'.

"You don't know what you're talking about," Akane huffed.

"Now, now. Aren't you sick of him calling you uncute all the time?" Nabiki asked. "I have the perfect little plan to get him to shut up..."


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Later on, in the training hall, Nabiki watched discreetly as Ranma entered to find Akane breaking bricks. Naturally, she'd given him some 'advice' as well, on how to best get Akane to admit that he was a manly man who did manly things (go men!) and... well, the results should be pretty interesting.

"Hey there, tomboy!" Ranma said, all smug and cocksure. "Listen, I wanted to say- "

"Sorry about earlier," Akane said, all chipper and sweet.

"No, no!" Ranma insisted. He flicked his bangs, and at the same time flexed a bicep. "I am to blame, I am the one who is sorry."

"On the contrary, I took it too personally, I'm the one who is sorrier."

Ladies and gentlemen, the Apology Wars had begun. The two of them stared at each other with the usual energy, and... somehow even greater sexual tension than before. Oh, how amusing! This angle was absolutely sublime! Why, it breathed whole new life into her entertainment. Let's see, let's see, what else could she think of?

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Later, in the storage shed beneath the training hall, Ranma Saotome (boy form) was tied spreadeagle over a mattress, while Akane circled him with a candle in hand. Every so often, she'd tilt her hand just so- and a dollop of wax would land on Ranma's body.

"I'm sorry," Akane said, eliciting a grunt from Ranma. "I'm soooo sorry."

"No, I'm sorry," Ranma replied. "My mere presence distracted you so much that you spilled that wax on my unworthy yet extremely hot body."

Akane stroked the leather around hre breasts, and adjusted her collar - spilling more wax in the proces. "No, I'm sorry that you're inspiring me to do such painful things to you." Spill, spill. "Like a pervert.I really should know better."

Ranma came all over himself, for apparently no reason. "Fuuuuck, that's good!" he sighed. "Man, we're lucky Nabiki's not as smart as she thinks she is, now we can milk her for ideas on how to have fun!"

"Ranma!" Akane warned. "Apologise for using my sister as a sexual aide!"

"Sorry!" Ranma quickly said. Never before have two idiots gotten off so much on apologising to each other. And their fun was only just getting started.

1. The apology session of BDSM picks up in earnest.
2. The next day, Ranma notices Gosunkugi playing around with paper dolls.
3. Another character's perspective on things might be nice
4. Something else