"Where do you think you're going?" his old man grunted. Guh! Ranma froze in mid-step, then turned back around. His old man was lying on his stomach, eyes closed and smiling. "Sneaky giant rice ball! You won't escape the clutches of Genma Saotome! Kukuku..."
The less he thought about his old man's dreams the better he'd feel. Besides which Ranma had his own dreams to follow. He slipped out of the window and clung to the side of the house, crawling around the outside like a spider, quickly slipping by Nabiki's room with his hairs standing on end as the possibility of the middle sister noticing him was legitimately more terrifying than any enemy he'd had to fight. Except the ghost cat. Nothing could beat the ghost cat! Except more than one ghost cat...
Fortunately he didn't have to think of his least favourite thing for long as he reached the window to the room that belonged to his most favourite anything in the whole wide world. Ranma's eyes sparkled with mischief. He had so many fun ideas to seduce Akane today! And he'd start it off with a nice early morning conversation, which he'd begin by knocking on her window -
Except that at the last possible moment his hand was stopped cold by a certain old man. Happosai! The old man's eyes twinkled with mischief, and he pressed his finger to his lips before nodding towards the window. Despite himself Ranma looked through, noticing a slight gap in the curtains and inside he saw perfection.
Well, that was overstating it just a little bit. Technically speaking his girl form was better built, but that didn't take anything away from the tomboy's fit body. She was in the middle of dressing for her morning jog. Sitting on the edge of her bed pulling on socks. Until this moment Ranma didn't even realise it was possible to have a sock fetish. Ooh! But for the chance to be those socks! To be wrapped snugly around that tomboy's feet!
Next she rose from the bed, tugging her pyjama top off with her back to the window. More was the shame, but that back, those shoulders... Somehow, not being able to see was that much more erotic than being able to! She pulled out a sports bra. Rather boring, rather plain, but she slipped it on and then turned a little to the side so she could grab her shirt -
"Nice," Ranma mumbled. Next to him, Happosai facepalmed, then tipped his pipe right underneath Ranma and flipped him up to the roof. Eh?!
"Who's there?" Akane yelled a moment later. The sound of the window being thrown open followed this.
"Morning, Akane!" Happosai cheered. "Hotcha!"
"Eeek!" she screamed, and before Ranma could tip back over to help her out the old man went flying off into the horizon. The window was slammed closed, and Ranma thought he could vaguely hear the sound of a curtain being shuffled.
"Huh... Maybe she won't be in any kinda mood for a morning romantic chat..." Ranma mused.
"Seems unlikely, my boy!" Happosai remarked, slapping Ranma on the back and causing him to roll over on the roof, in part in surprise, in part because the old man was scary strong. "That girl isn't the sort you can woo in a normal fashion in any event. If you'd knocked on that window then you'd have gotten laid out instead of laid!"
At this time, in spite of the spell working its magic in the back of Ranma's head he was not all the way gone down the perverted path quite yet. This meant that old habits still lingered, and this one was no different. Not even a little bit.
"Who says I want to have sex with that tomboy?" he sniffed.
"You did," Happosai immediately answered, happily twirling around his pipe. "When you stared in her window with that smile on your face and just now said you wanted a morning romantic chat."
Guh! That was a little hard to refute. So instead of saying anything at all Ranma elected to say absolutely nothing. Besides which, talking with Happosai was something he'd much rather not do if he didn't have to. After all the trouble he's caused, Ranma would have to be an idiot to listen to a single word the old letch had to -
"Oh look, Akane's off on her jog!" Happosai noted, and Ranma was leaning over the edge of the roof to take a peek before he drew his next breath. Indeed she was! Pumping those legs, bouncing those shoulders, working out that cute body of hers. Oof, those shorts! It was strange, they were just an ordinary pair of jogging shorts that almost went down to her knees but there was something about them that set a fire in his heart. Ah, but he could not enjoy his leering for long as she was out the front gate soon enough and hidden by the wall that surrounded the Tendo compound. "What are you sitting around here for, boy? Get after her!"
Ranma was off the rooftops and down to street level before he even realised he was taking Happosai's advice. He found her quickly jogging along on the streets outside the Tendo home. Now, at this point Ranma knew he'd have to rethink his strategy. Now that they were out in public he'd have to be careful what he said or did just in case someone called him out on it...
"Morning tomboy!" he called. First step: Get her attention. "Was that old letch bothering you again?"
"I can handle him," Akane sniffed indignantly. Ranma jumped down onto the street next to her, hands behind his head and running in reverse. "He's tough, but he lets down his guard when he's perving out. If anything I'm more worried about you!"
"About me?" Ranma asked. Then, lightning fast, his hand slipped away from behind his head and snuck a quick squeeze of her inner thigh mid-step, and then went back up behind his head. Not exactly what the chestnut-fist was originally developed for, but he couldn't hold back any longer. "I'm nothing to worry about!"
He saw the slap coming, he really did. Ranma rolled with it and was back by her side in a second flat. "Hey, what was that for?" he asked, this time taking the chance to sneak a quick feel of that splendid tomboy booty. "I didn't do anything to deserve that!" he insisted, punctuating the sentence with both hands quickly zipping down to seize hold of that ass, then putting them back up behind his head as fast as the beating of a hummingbird's wing.
This time around she didn't bother with the slap. Nope. This time was a straight up uppercut. The asking price was well worth it.
"Pervert!" she yelled, then immediately stomped right on over to where Ranma had landed. "That old man has been a worse influence on you than I thought! You're as bad as he is!"
"H-Hey, I didn't do anything!" Ranma protested. Then he noticed an old woman watering the sidewalk. Heh. Not getting splashed today, it seemed! "Excuse me! You were watching, right? Did I do anything weird before she socked me one?"
"Not that I saw," the old woman replied. "One minute you were talking, and the next she turned quite violent for no apparent reason."
Well, actually she did have a reason this time around. Ranma dusted himself off and kipped up onto his feet. "You see? What do you think I even did this time around?"
"W-well, you - " Akane began, then turned bright crimson. "Never mind!"
Now, if Ranma were to follow his trollish instincts then he'd have kept right on this path. He'd have tried to get her to say it, while using his nigh-superhuman speed to quickly grope that cute, fit body as she jogged down the street. But no. Ranma wasn't trying to make Akane cry or feel bad or anything like that. He had a whole other goal in mind. For that, he had to jog after her, even though she was quickening her pace to try and put some distance between the two of them.
"I see how it is!" Ranma said when he drew equal with her. She sped up even more, but she wasn't nearly as fast as he was. "Typical! Here I am working up the courage to ask you out on a date and you have to get all uncute on me! Just like always!"
"I am not uncute!" Akane yelled back. Ranma stopped and waited a moment for it to sink in, just what exactly he said. Maybe in five, four, three, two, one, zero... Okay, maybe a few more seconds... Aha! She slowed to a halt and Ranma skipped up next to her, wringing his hands behind his back and looking up at the sky. "A d-date? Why would I want to go out on a d-date with you?"
"I dunno. Why would you?" Ranma rolled on his heels. Then, because he couldn't help himself. "Except that I'm handsome, strong and charming." She whapped him on the chest, but it was lacking her normal strength. Aha, got you! Hook, line and - "I'll need to think about it!" she suddenly yelled, this time giving him a much harder shove that sent him into the nearby fence.
This time Ranma didn't give chase. Much though he wanted to stare at that body for a little while longer, he sensed that this was the time to give her some space. He was sure she'd come around to his way of thinking... In much the same way that he was unknowingly coming around towards Happosai's.
- Suddenly Shampoo arrives, and the two of them flirt heavily.
- Akane's thoughts are interrupted when Happosai comes along to give her some advice.
- It suddenly rains, and girl form Ranma is just as much a pervert as boy form.
- Shampoo's suddenly perverted behaviour is noticed by Cologne.
- Something else
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