Ranma 1/2: Lonely at Heart
Rough Draft of a Lemonfic
Well, hear you have it, my first ever lemonfic, and my last one
for a long time. In my opinion, this story is better placed in
alt.sex.stories, or one of it's derivatives, but of course, I
tried my best to mix in a plot with the sex.
Disclaimer: All characters and names owned by R. Takahashi and
Kitty TV. Plot is mine, and solely mine.
This story is a lemonfic, meaning in plain English it contains
scenes of strong sexual/adult content. Children under age are
not allowed to read this story, and all damages whatever they be
are the reader's fault. I'm praying to god that the world is
still a place honorable enough for people to practice self
censoring.
If you feel the need to flame me, diss me, complain, email bomb
me, feel free to email me.
FANFIC START:
Nodoka Saotome was a lonely woman, a woman isolated from her
family for some time. She had never seen her son or her husband
for over a decade, despite the fact they seemed to have taken up
residence at the Tendo Dojo. Not that she was bitter that they
never seemed to have time for her.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Saotome, but Ranma and Genma went out of a
training trip as usual. Those two never seem to have anytime for
anything else except for martial arts." Kasumi smiled as she
backed to allow Nodoka into the house.
Kasumi turned around and called out. "Mrs. Saotome is here
for a visit!" As soon as Kasumi finished calling out, there was
splash coming from the backyard.
"Auntie Saotome!" In a second, a thoroughly soaked Ranko
came running up. "So what are you doing here?" Ranko paused to
wring the excess water out of her hair. "I'm sorry, but my dumb-
ass panda decided to throw me into the pond, so I kicked it's
ass."
"Ranko! Watch your language. It's not right for a girl to
speak like that." Nodoka shook her head reprovingly at Ranko,
who didn't seem to cherish being called a girl.
Kasumi was an efficient hostess, and she had managed to
produce a steaming pot of tea. "Why don't you have a seat in the
living room? Want some tea? I think Father is here, and you can
ask him about Ranma."
"Why thank you Kasumi, I never know how you manage to pull
that off." Nodoka still had to wonder how Kasumi managed to get
a pot of tea without going to the kitchen.
Soun sat nervously, staring at Ranko and the panda, both were
giving him a cold stare as if ready to pounce on his mistakes.
"Well, Nodoka. It seems that Ranko, no I mean Ranma, and his
father went out. Um, I'm pretty sure it was a training trip.
Somewhere very, very far away." Soun laughed uncontrollably as
he felt two pairs of eyes burn holes straight through him.
Nodoka looked at Soun and she noticed that nervous twitch he
seemed to get when he was lying. She decided not to accuse him
of speaking falsehoods. "Well, that's nice Soun. And by any
chance do you know when they'll be back?"
Soun gulped as he tried to think. "Well, if I remember it, I
think Genma said that they will be back in a couple days. Yeah,
a couple days." Ranko slapped her forehead. 'Mr. Tendo couldn't
keep this secret even if his life depended on it.' And
surprisingly enough, it seemed that Nodoka entirely accepted his
words.
"Is that so? Then perhaps I can stay here and surprise both
of them when they come home?" Nodoka sounded hopeful and willing
to wait. Soun turned pale white as he tried a different tact.
"Oh, excuse me. Did I say a couple days? I really meant a
couple weeks. How silly of me!" Soun broke into laughter, while
Nodoka half-smiled. Deep within her mind, she was breaking down.
'It is true. My husband doesn't want to see me, and he's keeping
my son away from him. There is no question about it.'
Somehow, Nodoka couldn't eliminate that feeling of rejection,
and the rest of the time she spent at the Tendo Dojo wasn't quite
enjoyable as usual. She truly did envy the Tendos. They had
managed to settle in the semblance of a family while, she had
none.
Deep down inside she dreaded the possibility that her family
was rejecting her for some twisted reason. "Auntie Saotome?"
Nodoka snapped out of her thoughts to see the concerned face of
Ranko. "Are you ok? You seemed to be bugged out about
something."
Nodoka had to smile at Ranko. Even though she was a
sometimes insensitive, uncouth girl, she still had redeeming
qualities. "It's nothing Ranko. Just thinking about my family."
Ranko frowned slightly.
"You miss them, don't you?" Nodoka nodded.
"Yes, very much." Nodoka turned away from Ranko.
"Don't worry. I'm sure you'll see them soon." Ranko offered
a cheerful smile, which immediately turned into a grimace.
"Ranko! I tried to bake some cake. Want to have some?"
Akane's voice, which drowned out Kasumi's exclamation of surprise
at the messed up kitchen.
Ranko stood up and stuck out her tongue at her cousin. "Over
my dead body! If you could just understand the fact that your
cooking is toxic, then maybe I wouldn't have to drink a bottle of
that pink stuff every day!"
Akane marched angrily out of the kitchen, wearing her apron,
her hair speckled with a weird color of batter, and a smoking
heap of baked something that didn't have a resemblance to food at
all. "Ranko! Don't make me forcefeed you!"
Ranko's face paled, and she ran. "Ranko, understand this! I
used a thousand yen worth of food coloring to make this batter
look right! You'd better eat up!" Ranko ran even faster right
into her panda and she fell down dazed. Akane caught up to Ranko
and shoved a small chunk of cake into Ranko's mouth.
With struggle, Ranko managed to swallow the small bite of
Akane's cooking, and she keeled over onto the floor without a
sound. Akane looked at Ranko shaking on the floor, and then
looked at the panda. "Maybe you can tell me what's wrong?"
Akane grabbed a heaping spoonful and shoved it into the panda's
mouth.
The effect repeated itself with the panda collapsed on the
floor next to Ranko, both shaking. Akane felt that she needed
yet another opinion, and as she turned around, she could hear the
sounds of the front door closing. "Too bad, everyone else went
out for a walk."
* * *
Ranko rinsed her mouth with water for the eighth time. Ranko
looked up at Akane. "Akane you, know. This time your cooking's
getting better." Akane seemed surprised, as she looked hopefully
at Ranko. "This time, I was only unconscious for 4 hours. I
think I might manage to have some dinner, this time."
Akane felt her rage get the better of her, and she jumped
onto Ranko. "Ranma! You moron! Stop making fun of my cooking,
at least Ryoga doesn't complain. Heck! Even Kuno doesn't
complain!" Akane grabbed Ranko's head and threatened to punch
her.
Nodoka was first into the room. "Ranma? Where is Ranma?"
Akane looked at Ranko's limp body and laughed nervously.
"Excuse me, did I say Ranma? I meant Ranko."
Nodoka finally noticed Ranko. "Oh dear, Akane, you shouldn't
get rough with your cousin like that. It's so unwomanly."
Akane dropped Ranko's head onto the floor. "I'm so sorry
Mrs. Saotome, but sometimes, I just can't stand Ranko. She just
likes to complain about my cooking."
Then, as if perfectly orchestrated, there was the sound of
the doorbell and Kasumi answering the door. Seconds later,
Kasumi walked into the living room. "Ranko, your friends are
here."
Ranko stirred, and was quite angered when Akane didn't get
off her. "Get off me, please." With a minimal effort, Ranko
managed to extract herself. "Well, I'm going out with my
friends. Be back later." Ranko grabbed her jacket, which was
definitely a bit larger than her, and she was out the door.
Nodoka quickly walked to the door and watched Ranko as she
departed with a couple of her friends. "She's a real tomboy,
right Akane? She just acts like one of the boys." Nodoka shook
her head as she heard Ranko joking with her friends much like a
boy as they walked off.
"Yeah, sometimes I can't tell the difference." Akane
muttered as she stormed towards the kitchen, presumably to clean
up the mess that resulted from her supreme effort to cook. "That
insensitive clod." Nodoka seemed quite surprised.
"Well, you can't blame Ranko. She's just not in touch with
her feminine side that's all." Nodoka looked out the door as
Ranko and friends, apparently all men walked off. "It's not her
fault that her mouth likes to go off once in awhile. Besides, it
isn't right to be a bad example for your cousin."
Nodoka looked around, and finally noticed that the house had
become rather quiet. 'I guess I'll just leave. There is nothing
here for me, and besides, Ranma and Genma won't come home if I
stay here.' Without disrupting the others, Nodoka quietly left
the house and departed from the house. Noting the time, she
realized that she still had enough time to stop by a friend's
house for some tea.
* * *
Hiroshi handed Ranko a steaming pot, and in moments, a wet
Ranma was standing there. "So Ranma, happy to leave the house
before Akane tried to feed you?"
Ranma shrugged his shoulders, as he looked down at his soaked
clothing. "It's not that. I just couldn't stand seeing my
mother so sad. It just really sucks. Why did my father have to
make that stupid promise!"
Daisuke smirked. "Well, when you think about it. It really
isn't your fault about the curse. It's all your father's fault,
and since he was the one who made the promise, you could put all
of the blame on to him..."
"Yeah, well, I'm not like that." Ranma growled as he stared
down Daisuke. If there was one thing that Ranma couldn't do, it
was to break a promise to his mother. "I promised that I would
die, and if my mother says so, then I'll die."
Hiroshi punched Ranma in the shoulder. "Well, Mr. Hotshot,
why are you delaying the inevitable? Trying to prevent your
mother from making the decision? Well, if you take my opinion,
from what you tell me, your Mom loves you so much that she
wouldn't make you do seppuku."
Daisuke chimed in as the threesome walked to the arcade.
"Yeah, besides, this is the late twentieth century, you don't
hear parents making their kids kill themselves. It's inhumane."
"Maybe you're right. I should kick my father's ass one of
these days, tie him up, and present him to my mother." Ranma
muttered thoughtfully. "And when my mother finds out about our
curse, then we'll be dead the next day." Ranma decided to quit
with his sarcasm. "My mother has a very high idea of honor. She
wouldn't forget to make my father fulfill his promise."
Hiroshi winked at Daisuke. "Well, I just think you're
scared." The keyword that Hiroshi had used was scared. He had
even taken the liberty to emphasize the word scared.
Ranma's male pride immediately took control. "Me? Scared?
I'd laugh when I see the day when I'm scared."
"Sure Ranma, then why are you avoiding your mother." That
blow struck home as Ranma immediately was taken over by his ego.
"Me? Scared? OF course not! I'd stop by my home, no
problem!" Ranma spoke out loud as he jaunted onwards.
"Yeah right," muttered his friends.
* * *
"Ah, Nodoka! How nice of you to drop by." Her friend
gestured her to join the other women who had gathered to
socialize. "Come, come, join us." Nodoka hugged her friend
before settling down into a chair. "Do you want some tea?"
Nodoka shook her head. "I just came by from the Tendos.
Seems that I've missed Ranma and Genma, again. Kaori, I just
don't know why it never works out right." Nodoka gripped the
armrests of the chair as she spoke.
Her friend nodded as she settled down next to Nodoka.
"Nodoka, don't you agree, men are such pigs sometimes. I mean,
your husband left you for some ten years taking away your kid.
It's almost like being divorced." The two other women who had
gathered in that room nodded in consent.
"Why if my husband treated me like that, I'd leave him."
There were murmurs of consent to the woman who had voiced her
opinion.
Kaori rested her arm on Nodoka's shoulder. "Face it dear, if
your husband hasn't seen you for ten years, and whenever you try
to go see him, he's not there. There's got to be a reason."
Nodoka seemed quite confused as she listened. "He's probably
cheating on you."
"Genma? Cheating on me? But how can that be? I try my best
to be a good wife for him." Nodoka didn't like the idea of Genma
cheating on her. She had always thought that he at least had
some shred of decency within him, barring the fact that he could
be easily bribed with food.
"You have to think." Nodoka's friend seemed a bit
exasperated. "Remember? You bribed him with some food to get
him to dump his other girlfriend? And he had been going steady
with her for five years." She pointed out.
All of the other female friends nodded. Kaori rested her
hand on Nodoka's shoulder. "You have to stop living in a false
reality. You're still 34, which means you've got a long way to
go. I think it's time you tried to find someone else, someone
who will be more than willing to be more faithful than Genma."
Everyone else nodded in consent. "Yeah, Nodoka, you deserve
better. Not some overeating slob who doesn't have a decent
living and practically married you for your money."
Nodoka walked home slowly, carefully thinking over what her
friends had told her, and as she thought and thought, she found
herself agreeing with her friends, something that she didn't want
to do.
* * *
"Hey Ranma, I nailed your ass to the wall!" Hiroshi grinned
as the three friends walked home. "Ranma, I can't believe it.
You're a martial artist, and you can't play a round of a video
game without getting your butt totally kicked."
Ranma growled, as he usually didn't like to admit defeat.
"Well, since playing video games isn't useful for my interests, I
haven't practiced." Ranma's other friends snickered.
"Yeah right Ranma, I bet if you hooked you up with an old
video game, you'd be dead in seconds." Ranma frowned with such
intensity that he was beginning to scare his friends.
"Whatever, I'm a martial artist, and until there is a School
of Martial Arts Video Game Playing, I'm not going to learn how to
play video games." Ranma looked at the darkness that had settled
over Nerima. "Well, it's late, and it looks as if I have to
sneak back home. See you tomorrow."
Deciding to make it back home as quick as possible, Ranma
decided to run.
Nodoka frowned as she stared at the darkness that had
enveloped her street. It seemed that the street lamps hadn't
been turned on, so she walked as slowly as possible not to knock
over anything. Fortunately, the sky was clear that night,
allowing the moon to give the environs a strange unearthly glow.
Then suddenly out of nowhere a dark shadow raced towards her
and knocked her to the ground.
---------LEMON BELOW----------- (Well not quite, but the space
in between this and the "LEMON ENDED" is where I intend to put
the one sex scene allocated to this fanfic. (Well I might have
more, just that as I'm typing this story, I intend to limit the
porn.)
Ok, clarification. The following lemon scene contains material
that may prove to be offending, of the incestuous type. If you
don't like incest and such, then search this document for this
string "*END OF LEMON*" It should take you out of the bad
territory into better land.
Ranma grumbled silently as he felt himself crash into another
person, and after struggling around a little, he had managed to
stand up. With a sigh, he shook the other person. "I'm so
sorry. It was stupid of me to be running around." Then Ranma
realized who he had just plowed over. "Oh, mother."
Ranma felt the world beginning to implode on him, and trying
not to jostle his mother around, he easily placed her on his back
and carried her to the Saotome home. It was fortunate that as
Ranko, Nodoka had taken him to their home, so Ranma knew the way.
Barely struggling with his mother on his back, he reached
over, opened the gate, and entered the yard. It was hard work in
the darkness, as he knew that there was a small pond in the front
yard that he wanted to avoid at all costs. For what seemed like
hours in almost perfect darkness, Ranma finally made his way to
the door, which was conveniently locked.
"Oh shit." Ranma carefully placed his mother on the floor
and he carefully patted her body to find the key. Ranma closed
his eyes, a task which made no difference as he played a strange
game of touch and feel. He had to marvel in the fact that his
mother had an impressive build, making himself feel like some
pervert, feeling up his own mother.
Finally he found the key, and in seconds was fiddling around
with the lock in the darkness. Just about when Ranma was going
to consider kicking in the door, the lock finally clicked, and
they were in.
Making sure to kick off his shoes at the door and to take off
his mother's shoes as well, Ranma crossed the threshold to
Nodoka's home with his mother slung over his shoulder. The first
thing Ranma did was to turn on the lights, and his eyes which
were quite adjusted to the darkness were greeted with the painful
light.
He stood still to allow his eyes to reacclimate to the light,
and then he walked to the master bedroom, where he carefully
placed his mother on the bed, and pulling up a chair he watched
her. 'I'll wait until she wakes up, and then I'll leave.' he
planned as he watched his mother slowly breath.
But rarely did Ranma's plans ever work, and pretty soon, he
too was asleep in the chair.
* * *
Nodoka glanced at the strange young man who was seated next
to her bed, as if he had been maintaining a vigil just for her.
She reached over and shook the boy awake, and she found it
amusing when he seemed afraid of her. "Mrs. Saotome!" He
shouted as he jerked up from his rather strange sleeping
position.
"Hello there. Were you the one who brought me home?" Nodoka
rubbed her head as the last thing she remembered was being pushed
to the ground before going unconscious. Almost immediately, a
shameful look surfaced on the boy's face.
"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Saotome. I was running, and I didn't see
you. I take full responsibility." Ranma bowed quickly. 'Ok
Ranma, just kill the talk and get out of here as quickly as
possible.'
Nodoka had to admit that this boy did have a sense of
manners. "Well, young man, I forgive you. May I ask you, what
is your name?" And another question surfaced in her mind. "And
how did you know where I live? I don't think I've ever seen you
before."
Ranma froze as he knew that he couldn't just say that his
name was "Ranma." All of his talk about not fearing his mother
dissolved as all he could think was his mother standing above him
with her katana drawn, ready to decapitate him as soon as he
carved out his entrails.
Ranma stuttered for a few moments as he finally thought to
make up a first name. Unfortunately, the first name that he
could think up of was his friend's name. "I'm Hiroshi." Ranma
groaned to himself. 'Why couldn't I picked a more reasonable
name?'
Amazing enough, Nodoka didn't complain or point out
"Hiroshi's" uncanny resemblance to Ranko. Nodoka stared at Ranma
as she reiterated her second question. "So how did you manage to
learn where I live?"
Considering how nervous Ranma was and how shortcircuited his
mind was, he just couldn't think up of a coherent reason. "Well,
it's just like this." He paused as he tried a different tact.
"Well, I don't know, but it's pretty embarrassing." Ranma's mind
screamed. 'You stupid idiot, say something reasonable.'
He tried again. "Well, it's a strange story." Ranma's
entire face turned flush as he couldn't think of a reason.
Nodoka looked at Ranma strangely enough. "Well, never mind.
I was just worried that you might be some stalker or something.
You seem like a nice boy, and I can't thank you enough for
bringing me home. Ranma simply nodded.
"Perhaps you would like some tea? Or something to calm down?
You look as if you are going to burst." Nodoka gave the boy a
concerned look, as she felt it would be wrong not to be nice to
the person who had brought her home. "Just wait here, I'll be
back with some tea." Nodoka left the room.
When Ranma could hear his mother walk into the kitchen and
turn on the tap, his mind shouted. 'Ok Ranma, time to go now!'
However, Ranma seemed paralyzed. He was just unable to move, as
the combination of fear and nervousness had locked his muscles,
and every second he sat there, the window of freedom gradually
closed.
Nodoka stood looking at the kettle of hot water boiling on
the stove, staring at the steam, with a lot of thoughts streaming
through her mind. Somehow that blow to the head had just made
her thoughts a little muddled. First of all, the dreaded reality
about her family. There simply was none. Secondly, the young
man who was seated in her room, who was just too kind and rather
nervous.
Nodoka shook her head as she tried to think of a common theme
to all of the seemingly unconnected thoughts. As the kettle
whistled, complaining that its task was finished, Nodoka sat in
the kitchen, not paying attention, her mind trying to piece
together the puzzle in her mind. 'Well, he did blush when I
asked him why he bothered to help me.'
However, another part of Nodoka's mind answered back.
'Regardless of what you have suffered, you must be a proper
housewife.'
And just as quickly, another part of her mind, one that had
been suppressed for far too long surfaced. 'But, what family do
you have? Your family has rejected you. There is a young man
who seems to care for you. Take advantage of the situation.'
Nodoka shook her head as she tried to banish the thoughts
from her head, but there was no way she could. Ten years without
anyone to call her family was just too long, and with a new
purpose, Nodoka grabbed the half-empty pot of hot water. She
resolved to toss off the shackles of her gradually degrading
loyalty to Genma.
As Nodoka walked up the stairs, she was almost talking to
herself. "I've been alone too long. Time to start checking for
a man." Nodoka barely heard any noise coming from her room.
'Might as well start with him.'
* * *
Ranma carefully stood up quietly and tried to make his way to
the door, when Nodoka suddenly appeared there, blocking the only
possible exist. "Won't you stay for some tea?" Nodoka indicated
to the tray that she had in her hands. "Why don't you sit down?"
Ranma finally had recovered from some of his shock.
"Actually, no need to trouble yourself. I should be going. My
parents don't like it when I come home late."
Nodoka sat on the bed, and crossed her legs in such a manner
that Ranma thought he could see the slightest hint of white
panty. "Please stay. It gets lonely, especially when my family
practically abandoned me."
Almost immediately on que, Ranma felt his stomach wrap itself
around his heart as guilt started to rip his innards apart.
"Really, it would mean a lot to me." Nodoka placed her hand on
Ranma's leg. Ranma barely nodded.
Nodoka smiled. "Ok then. If you won't mind, I'll take a
bath now." Ranma shook his head.
* * *
Nodoka had to smile at her simple plan. She simply intended
to play with Hiroshi a little until he had to have simply
succumbed to her charms. She remembered when she was a lot
younger, she had managed to be the source of much strife among
many men.
As she had planned, Nodoka made sure that there was not a
single towel in the bathroom as she walked in and disrobed.
Ranma paced nervously back and forth as he tried to think
about this highly strange situation. "What the hell is mother
trying to do?" Ranma almost felt a pain rip through his gut.
"Whatever she's feeling, it's all my fault. Why can't I have the
guts just to face her so she doesn't need to wait?"
Nodoka carefully rinsed herself before stepping into the tub.
Carefully as she sat in the tub, she planned her strategy.
"I mean, why should Father and I hide all the time? And
besides, she's a great person. I doubt she'd make me commit
seppuku. But then again, I don't know." Ranma grumbled as he
tried to think of a way out of his promise that would leave him
with an intact head and a stomach.
Nodoka stood up and shouted. "I'm sorry, Hiroshi, but I
seemed to have forgot a towel. Could you please get me one?"
Ranma heard his mother loud and clear, and he practically
swore. "Oh, fuck. This keeps on getting worse and worse."
Searching the house frantically, he finally found a towel of
suitable size and he made his way to the bathroom based on sound.
Closing his eyes, he opened the door, and shoved the towel
in. Nodoka looked at Ranma, impressed that he still tried his
best to be a gentleman. "I'm sorry Hiroshi, but I got water in
my eyes. I can't really see anything right now. Could you
please hand the towel to me?"
'Ok Ranma, this is going to far. There is no way that you
are going to open your eyes. It's wrong.' Nodoka repeated.
"Please? Could you give me the towel? I don't want to get
cold."
Ranma prayed as he opened his eyes and scanned the room
quickly. He immediately found his mother standing right in front
of the tub, her eyes closed, her normally pure white skin a
little reddish from the hot water. It took Ranma a ton of
willpower not to stand there and stare.
"I'm sorry." Ranma practically slapped the towel into his
mother's hand and he turned to run.
But running on a wet tiled floor is not a good idea, and
Ranma felt his feet slip on the slippery tile. He landed on his
hands on the floor, and pushed himself up. "Oh my. Are you
alright?"
He felt slender arms wrap around his waist, passing
dangerously close to the forbidden areas and pull him up. Ranma
went stiff as Nodoka was a bit close to him. He could feel her
warm, perfect breasts, not too big and not too small, pushing
into his back. He could feel the two nipples hardening into his
back.
Ranma didn't know what to do, except that it was a good time
for him to leave. Carefully working his way free of Nodoka, he
turned around, allowing her forearm to brush his groin area.
Ranma could feel a certain automatic response as his pants
suddenly became tight.
He tried to maintain an element of rationality. "You know
what, Mrs. Saotome. I think it was about time that I went home.
It's just past midnight, and it's pretty late now."
Nodoka took a step towards Ranma, and he suddenly felt
intimidated. He was just not prepared for this situation. "I am
aware of that." Nodoka looked at Ranma, and was satisfied that
at least she was still attractive enough to arouse a younger man.
"I'm just asking you to be a little more loose. It's not right
to be that tense."
Gradually, Nodoka was able to work Ranma back to the bedroom,
pretty soon Ranma found out that there was no more room for him
to back away. He looked furiously for an exit, and found none.
Instead his eyes landed on the katana that Nodoka was reaching
for with her hand.
"Never mind this, I just want to make sure this doesn't get
in my way." Nodoka tossed the katana and pushed Ranma onto the
bed practically in one motion. She settled next to him, still
wearing her towel, but making sure that enough flesh was exposed
to make sure Ranma was going to pay attention.
Nodoka's hand immediately sought Ranma's hardening penis, and
she began to stroke it through Ranma's pants and boxers. Ranma
pushed away her hand. "Aren't you married?"
She didn't respond, as she pulled Ranma's pants and boxers
down in one smooth motion. "Please don't remind me. I really
like you." This time her hand touched Ranma directly and he
practically recoiled. Nodoka seemed surprised that the young man
was trying to avoid her sexual advances.
"Why aren't you accepting me? Am I doing something wrong?"
Nodoka seemed a little hurt at Ranma's blatant rejection of her.
"I don't think this is right." Ranma leaned over to pull up
his pants as he thought this was high time that he left. Nodoka
allowed her towel to fall off, snatched Ranma's hands, and used
them to caress her body. Ranma immediately felt his hormones
surge as he watched his hands touching that warm body.
She directed Ranma's hands over her chest, down her smooth
stomach, and down to the place between her knees. She made Ranma
focus on a particular area that stimulated her most, and pretty
soon, Ranma could feel an oily secretion on his finger tips.
But Ranma's sense of decency wasn't to be conquered, as he
tried to pull away, but it was too late. Nodoka bent down, and
took Ranma's stiff member into her mouth. Almost immediately he
moaned as he felt her warmth surrounding his penis, teasing it.
Her tongue rapidly darted back and forth in her mouth, bathing
the tip in saliva and massaging it.
Ranma's resistance crumbled under her assault, and pretty
soon he was moaning as pleasure radiated from his groin
throughout his entire body. He arched his back and felt his hips
desire to move, but could not as she was pressing down on his
hips.
Slowly, he could feel a pressure and a tingling build up, and
in an instant, he felt the pent up load give way to such a
rapture that he had never felt before. He moaned as he fell back
onto the bed, breathless.
Nodoka crawled up so she was face to face with Ranma, and she
kissed him forcing her tongue into his mouth. By now, Ranma's
rationality was completely overridden by his instinct as his
hands caressed her body, slowly not missing an inch. "How does
that feel?" She asked as she stared at Ranma, who still hadn't
quite caught his breath. He could only nod. "Well it's now your
turn to do the work."
Taking his hand, Nodoka placed it at the nexus between her
legs, and after guiding his hands, she let go as he slowly got
the hang of pleasuring a woman.
Ranma carefully stroked, focusing on the lips, playing with
her. Having no idea what to do, he tentatively stuck his finger
within Nodoka. The invasion of his finger was a surprise to her,
as indicated by her sudden pause in breathing. Ranma stoked her
for awhile fascinated with the changes that were coming over
Nodoka.
Carefully he pulled out his finger, and in the dim light, he
could see a glistening sheen on it. Nodoka seemed quite
surprised with his lack of attention. And she looked at Ranma,
wondering why he had stopped. Almost visually, he felt her
ordering her to continue, and this time he leaned forwards and
brought his mouth close, trying to emulate what she had done
earlier.
Nodoka seemed surprised as she felt Ranma carefully lick her,
and closing her eyes, she basked in the attention that Ranma
offered her. And just as she felt the familiar contractions
about to come, she stopped Ranma and pulled him onto her to kiss.
Both engaged in a sensual kiss, as Nodoka could almost taste
herself on Ranma's lips, and as Ranma rested on top of her, she
felt a long hard part of him pressing into her groin. Snaking
her hand down, she gripped the member and pushed it into her.
Ranma immediately froze as he felt himself sliding into her,
and he threw caution to the wind as he felt his instincts telling
him what to do. He jerked forwards, not smoothing, but
adequately for one who had never had sex.
It was enough for Nodoka, who was already on the brink of
climax, and that single thrust was all that she needed to crash
over the precipice into body wracking pleasure. Ranma felt her
gripping him tightly, making it hard to pump, but strangely
enough, it was more stimulating than the oral sex that he had
experienced.
Nodoka felt Ranma pumping away, completely oblivious to the
fact that she was climaxing and his continual application of
sensations proved to enhance the moment. He continued to pump,
ignoring the loud moaning that escaped her lips. He savored the
perfect compliment his body formed with hers. He thrust away
slowly yet again working towards ejaculation.
Then without warning, Ranma collapsed onto Nodoka, somewhat
tired as he felt a now familiar jerk in his lower regions. She
also came moments later, as she felt Ranma bury himself deeply
within her.
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(I'm just joking. This space is just to make sure people who
don't want to see the lemon by jumping to the next section do not
have to read the trash.)
* * *
---------------------END of LEMON!----------------- (Now that
wasn't so bad for the first time I decided to write b.s. about a
sexual experience. :) Anyhow, I didn't know what happened. This
was originally planned as a Nodoka-Soun type of thing. I'd never
thought of the Ranma-Nodoka combo. It seemed to have developed
somewhere in the first two pages of this story... )
*END OF LEMON*
Nodoka sighed as she was awakened by the sunlight streaming
in through the window, and groaning she rolled over to find that
her companion had left. She sat up straight, and looked around,
but a hastily written note was left on the night table. With
complete disregard for her nudity, she rolled over, grabbed the
slip of paper, and held it up to the sunlight.
She thought to herself. 'Maybe I was a little too aggressive
yesterday.' The letter from Ranma seemed to be a rather
longwinded, and poorly written apology about his misconduct.
Meanwhile, back at the Tendo Dojo, Ranma tried his best to
sneak into the house without arousing suspicions. Instead, he
had the fortune of walking straight into Akane and Nabiki. Akane
eyed Ranma strangely. "So Ranma, where were you last night?
Having a lot of fun?"
Akane and Nabiki became interested as Ranma started to turn a
nice shade of white and green. He seemed to gestured as if he
felt sick, and in seconds he managed to find his way into the
bathroom.
Akane and Nabiki leaned against the door as they heard the
shower turn on. Nabiki shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe he has a
cleaning complex or something."
Back in the bathroom, Ranma mounted the shower head, and with
a bar of soap, he began to vigorously scrub every square inch of
his body. He rubbed himself until his entire body seemed pinkish
in hue, as if he was trying to remove a part of himself.
Pausing, he checked every inch of his body, to see if anything
remained of his incestuous activities last night.
* * *
Ranma was finally back in school, completely cleaned off,
except for the fact that he felt that he wasn't clean enough. He
had remembered the previous night with enough clarity that he was
on edge the entire day. Whenever his friends bumped into him, or
Akane speak to him, he'd practically freak out before calming
himself down.
Guilt was tearing away at Ranma as the day progressed that it
was beginning to get to the others. Akane looked over her
shoulder at Ranma as they supposedly walked home together.
Nabiki was taking a look at Ranma as well. "Hey Nabiki, what do
you think is eating away at Ranma?"
"I wouldn't know, but it definitely is something big. I hear
that Kuno actually managed to land a couple shots on Ranma today
before he got punted into orbit." Akane nodded in agreement
since she had seen the even with her very own eyes. It was a
sight that she had never even thought possible.
"Do you think it is possible for you to find out?" Akane
whispered as she looked at Ranma walk straight into a tree. He
hadn't been looking at where he was going. No, he had been
staring at the floor as if the entire world was pressing down on
him.
Nabiki smiled knowingly. "Hey, if there is dirt to find,
I'll find it."
* * *
Ranma just had this awful feeling as he walked home. Every
few steps or so, he'd turn around to quickly check as if someone
else was following him. In fact, Nabiki, who was tailing him,
was nearly caught by Ranma's paranoid behavior. Nabiki ducked
behind a corner with a big grin on her face. She just knew that
Ranma was feeling extremely guilty.
Ranma sighed as he tried to make his way home with minimal
problem. But he heard a voice behind him that made his blood run
cold. "Hiroshi? What are you doing here?"
Ranma turned around, and just realized that he had just
passed her house on the way home. Not that it was out of the
way, but in fact, it was on the shortest route from school to
home.
Nabiki, who was staring from behind a group of people, was
surprised when Nodoka walked up to Ranma, and spoke to him
directly. 'This is getting interesting.'
Ranma resisted the impulse to slap himself and run. Instead,
he stood rooted the spot as she gripped his hand. "I don't
know."
"You wanted to see me? Didn't you?" Nodoka smiled as she
dragged Ranma into her home.
Nabiki got her camera ready as she waited for something to
happen. But contrary to her beliefs, nothing happened. No one
leaved the house and the entire street was as peaceful as ever.
With a slight frown, Nabiki wielded her camera as she carefully
approached the house in such a way not to attract attention to
herself.
She carefully peered in through the windows around the house,
finding nothing unusual until she reached the last window. She
simply dropped her camera.
=================================================================
End, somewhat.
I got really tired of writing. Period. Geesh, lemons are such a
bore to write. I mean, practically most of the phrases and
sentences I've used must have been used in some other lemon fic.
The plot's pretty stupid and nonexistent. In short, I think I'll
stick with rated PG fanfics.
Not the end!
Actually, according the number of queries that I have received,
here is my continuation and ending to this fic.
=================================================================
-Ending, Version 1-
There, right in front of her face was Nodoka obviously
putting the moves on Ranma, who seemed to be ineffectively
protesting. 'So much for his macho act. I'd better tell Akane
what's happening. She won't be too happy.' Nabiki bent down to
pick up the camera, when she accidentally bumped the window.
Ranma felt Nodoka amorously kissing his neck while fumbling
with his clothing, when his pulse froze. His sensitive ears
detected the slightest tap at the window, and staring out his
eyes locked with Nabiki.
Nabiki too stopped as a look of horror passed over Ranma's
face. He seemed to shrivel and stay still despite Nodoka's
rather impressive show. Pushing her back, Ranma shook his head.
"No, I'm sorry. I just can't do this."
She seemed scared. "You mean you don't care?" Nodoka
clasped Ranma's hand to her ample bosom, which was heaving with
excitement and love.
Ranma spoke in bursts as his mind, which was stuck in turmoil
tried to make sense of the situation. "I do care. But it's
wrong. I can't do this at all." His head hung low as his
conscience was finally heard. "I can't see you at all. Remember
this." He made ready to leave, but as an after thought, he
kissed the inside of her wrist.
Ranma walked around the house to check if there was anyone
who had seen what he had been doing, but there was no one.
However, it gave him a false sense of security as he wasn't quite
sure that he had seen a person in the window. It simply could
have been a shadow, and as he walked him, his mind began to
rationalize that he had been seeing things. 'Maybe, I can just
forget this entire incident.'
Carefully sneaking through the gate, Ranma carefully scanned
the backyard carefully, somewhat thankful that no one was present
to greet him. "Ranma, I'd like to have a word with you."
Whirling around, Nabiki's serious expression filled his vision.
"I'd like to talk to you about you and your mother."
* * *
"So Ranma, as I was walking home, I happen to see your mother
drag you into her home for a not-so-innocent kiss. There is
something happening, and you'd better tell me." Nabiki leaned
against the wall, and kicked it with her left foot in a
disconcerting rhythm.
Ranma shook his head vigorously. "How did you? Nothing
happened. Nothing happened!" Ranma leaned against the wall, and
slid to the ground, whispering. "Nothing happened" over and over
again as if it were some sort of religious litany, something that
wasn't quite true, but he was forcing himself to take it as fact.
Nabiki kneeled next to Ranma. "Hey, lover boy, you're not
going to convince me with that trash you're telling me. You'd
better tell me what you did, or I have methods of convincing you
to tell me." Nabiki's normally cool voice suddenly acquired a
dangerous tone.
Ranma shook his head, and buried his head into his knees.
"Did you kiss her?" Nabiki asked as if trying her best to
facilitate Ranma to tell the truth. "Did you take her to a
date?" There was no response. "Do you love her?" Ranma started
to mumble louder, as if trying to ignore Nabiki.
Nabiki stood up exasperated, ready to give up. It just
seemed that Ranma wasn't willing to be cooperative at all. "It's
as if you didn't sleep with your mother and had sex." That had
instant results, as Ranma suddenly stopped making any noise at
all, and he crunched up his body as tight as he could.
Then it dawned on Nabiki. "Oh, don't tell me you slept with
Nodoka? And had sex with her?" She seemed to be half joking as
she spoke. But seeing Ranma cringe as she spoke made Nabiki
think otherwise and feel a little sympathetic for him. "Come on,
I won't kill you or anything. Just tell me, I need to know."
"I did. I did everything you said," Ranma mumbled.
Nabiki groaned as the situation was definitely bad. She
muttered, "Oh dear, this is going to be messy."
Sometime later, at the Tendo Dojo, Nabiki barged into Akane's
room. "So, sis, what's on Ranma's mind?" asked Akane as she
looked up from her homework, which laid unfinished as she seemed
to be worried about something else. Somehow, judging from
Nabiki's expression, Akane thought that Nabiki wasn't exactly
feeling that comfortable.
"Nothing at all. Ranma's just nervous, that's all." Nabiki
spoke curtly. "I followed him this afternoon, and everything
seems ok." Although Nabiki had reservations about what Ranma had
done, she was pretty sure from what she had seen, Nodoka had
forced herself onto Ranma. Nabiki didn't quite cherish the idea
of covering Ranma's ass for free, but she felt sympathetic for
Ranma this time.
Akane smiled as she settled down. "Thanks sis. I was just
worried that something was bothering him." Akane felt a weight
lifted from her shoulders as Ranma felt a burden dropped on top
of him.
Ranma had been standing in the hall eavesdropping on Akane,
when hearing how concerned she was for him, he felt his heart
twist itself into a tangle and implode to a tiny rock. His hand
slowly reached for the doorknob as if seeking a way to unload his
worries onto Akane, but he immediately left as soon as he heard
Nabiki walking towards the door.
* * *
By the end of the week, Ranma was more than jittery. He was
outright nervous, as Nodoka seemed to be taking up more and more
time in his life. He wanted to find a way out of his
predicament, but at the same time, he didn't want anything to
change.
For the past week, Ranma hadn't been coming home after school
at all. For some reason, as Ranma made his way home from school,
he always had the bad fortune of meeting his mother, who was more
than happy to take him to her home.
Every morning, Ranma would sneak out of Nodoka's home and
carefully make his way into the Tendo Dojo. Of course, Ranma
prayed to God that no one noticed.
Ranma lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling, as if trying
to find a reason for why his life seemed torn between the two,
stuck in two different mindsets. He stayed there motionless on
the bed for a long time, when he finally decided to leave. He
glanced to the side to see Nodoka peacefully sleeping.
Ranma clasped her hand and squeezed briefly before leaving.
His lungs cringed from the brisk night air as he jogged home.
Shivering slightly as he carefully closed the door behind him,
Ranma silently made his way to his room, and without a noise,
settled down next to the motionless panda. As Ranma settled down
to sleep, the panda's eyes opened slightly and then closed again.
That morning, after Ranma had spent an immaculate amount of
time washing every inch of his body, he carefully made his way to
the dining room, and kneeled down to eat some breakfast.
Everyone stared at Ranma, who yawned constantly, was beginning to
thin out slightly, and had suddenly lost his usual monstrous
appetite, for the entire time.
Akane tried to cheer up Ranma as they walked to school, but
her happy chatter served no more to lower Ranma's spirits
further. At the start of lunch, Akane pulled her sister to the
side to ask her a question. "Nabiki, Ranma isn't himself. And
I'm beginning to get really worried about him. Do you think you
could find out what's happening?"
Akane watched Nabiki fold up an envelope she had in her hand
and shove it rapidly into her pocket. She nodded. Satisfied,
Akane walked away, and as soon as Akane was out of sight, Nabiki
pulled the creased envelope from her pocket and read the letter
within.
Ranma felt like crying that day. He sat against a tree,
purposely separating himself from his usual friends, as he just
didn't feel like himself. Someone sat down next to him. "Say
Ranma, what have you been doing this past week?"
Ranma looked at the ground and remained silent. "You haven't
been visiting your home, haven't you? You know Ranma, even your
father knows that something is up. He paid me to tell him
everything I know." Nabiki flashed the meager sum of money that
Genma had offered her.
"So Ranma, are you going to say anything at all?" Nabiki's
voice raised slightly. Unlike himself, Ranma didn't seem to be
quite in the mood to answer. "Answer me!" Nabiki thought this
it was funny that she wanted Ranma to tell her, as for this past
week, she wasn't quite sure what Ranma was up to, and she wanted
the mystery to be solved once and for all.
Ranma looked around. "Yes, I was with her."
"'Her,' meaning your..." Nabiki's voice trailed off as Ranma
nodded once. "Ranma, can't you understand that you can't do
this. If your father found out... If Akane found out... You
have to stop now, or you will end up hurting," Nabiki stopped as
she realized that people were watching them. "her."
Unfortunately, even though Ranma and Nabiki had tried their
best to disguise the meaning of their conversation, news of the
conversation had been spreading around school. By the end of the
day, Akane had heard so many tall tales regarding Ranma that she
really thought that it was time that she asked him personally.
* * *
Akane kicked a rock ahead of her. "Say Ranma, I heard this
strange rumor passing around school about you. Is something
wrong?" Ranma's face, which was unusually calm and unanimated,
exploded into sweat.
Ranma stuttered as he answered. "Nothing at all! Nothing is
wrong." He started to laugh excessively as the combination of
stress and nervousness started to affect him. "I'm perfectly
fine that I couldn't have felt better."
Akane eyed Ranma strangely as decided that it was perhaps
better to let Ranma alone. Watching him act rather strangely
gave her the chills. "That's great to hear. Well, just remember
I'm here. If you want to tell me anything, feel free. I have to
go now."
As Akane turned around, Ranma reached towards Akane as if
trying to say something but he stopped. For one thing, he
couldn't summon the willpower to tell her. And another thing,
Nabiki stepped between him and Akane. "Ranma, just forget it.
Don't tell Akane, because I know she won't take it easily at all.
Just don't go around doing whatever you've been doing. It all
ends now."
"And why is that? Don't you know that my entire life I'll
feel guilty?" Ranma tried to get past Nabiki, but he held back.
Of course, in normal circumstances, Nabiki would have not
presented a barrier, but this time. This time he couldn't summon
the will to pass her.
"If you tell Akane, you'll make her feel really bad. She
really loves you, you know." Ranma seeing the resolve in
Nabiki's eyes, slumped as he gave up. "Remember Ranma, don't see
your mother again, and you can forget what you have done."
"It's easy for you to say. You're not stuck like me." Ranma
muttered as he turned away.
Nabiki muttered back. "How would you know? You don't have
the slightest clue what I'm really like." The two departed.
* * *
Nabiki sighed as she walked home late. As soon as she opened
the door, Akane appeared, obviously hoping that it was Ranma.
Nabiki sighed as she pulled off her shoes and massaged her feet.
It was obvious that she had walked a long distance.
"Nabiki, where were you? And have you seen Ranma?" Akane
asked in a successive fashion. It was obvious that she had
probably spent the entire time after school wondering where Ranma
had been.
Nabiki stretched, as she truly felt tired. "I was at our
Aunt's home. Hitoshi is such a idiot sometimes. I wonder why he
can't understand mathematics." Nabiki grinned.
"And?" Akane pressed forwards as she really didn't care what
Nabiki had been doing at all. "Ranma?" She was more interested
in her now-missing fiancee.
Nabiki answered curtly. "I don't know. The last time I saw
him was after school." Nabiki thought for a moment. "Maybe he
is at his friend's home right now?"
The door slammed open as Ranma, who seemed exhausted trudged
in slowly. "Ranma!" Akane's eyes opened as she saw her fiancee
walk in. Barely acknowledging the two girls, Ranma walked past
them.
As Ranma walked, members of the household stopped whatever
they were doing to take a look at Ranma. Genma and Soun looked
up from their after dinner game of shogi. Genma even flashed a
little sign, with the words "Where the hell were you?" scrawled
on the side. Kasumi looked out of the kitchen, obviously
finished with washing the dishes from dinner.
The door to the bathroom slammed shut. Grabbing a hold of
the showerhead, Ranma jetted himself with a hard blast of cold
water, feeling his body instantly transform. With a bar of soap,
he proceed to scrub every inch of his body.
Wildly intent on making sure he was clean, inspiration struck
Ranma, and for once in his life, he was actually glad about his
transformation.
The next day, as the dismissal bell rang, Ranma raced down
the hall to what was presumably the bathroom, and in a pinch, a
very, very wet "Ranko" left school. With a little optimism,
Ranma ran home, expecting to slip past Nodoka.
However, fate wasn't on Ranma's side. Ranma ran without
burden until the moment, she felt someone hold her back. "Why,
Ranko! I haven't seen you for a long time! How are you?"
Ranma invisibly shuddered as he turned to see Nodoka, who was
walking down the street loaded with some bags. "I've just
returned from some grocery shopping," Nodoka rested her smooth
hands on Ranma's shoulders. "Why, Ranko, you're all soaking
wet."
Nodoka clucked her tongue. "Well, you can't go around town
looking like that, so, why don't we get you some new clothes?"
"Well, Aunty Saotome, you shouldn't trouble yourself. I
think I should go..." Ranma never finished as Nodoka has finally
settled on getting proper clothes for Ranko. Besides, it was
another excuse to Nodoka to go out and find some clothes for
herself.
"No problem Ranko. Come along now." Ranma had learned by
now that there was something that one couldn't argue with his
mother, and that when she put her mind to something, there was no
way of convincing her to change her mind. With a tiny sigh,
Ranma followed Nodoka to the mall.
* * *
"Here, Ranko, try this bra on." Nodoka handed a black lacy
undergarment to Ranma, who didn't cherish the idea of putting on
women's clothing.
"I don't know. I don't like shopping for clothes." Ranma
started, but Nodoka was adamant.
"Oh Ranko, just try it on. It's not as if it's going to kill
you. And if you don't move, I'm going to make you wear that
bra." Nodoka smiled in Ranma's direction. With a reluctant
look, Ranma grabbed the bra and disappeared into the dressing
room. Nodoka paused to grab some bras for herself, and she too
went into the dressing room.
Ranma heard the curtain behind him stir as Nodoka walked in.
"Ranko, all of the other rooms have been taken, so I hope you
don't mind if I double up on you?" Nodoka somehow got the
impression that Ranma had said yes, when in fact, he hadn't
responded at all.
Ranma froze as Nodoka carefully took off her clothes. With
ever ounce of will power he looked the other way. Nodoka pulled
Ranma around. "So, what do you think?" Ranma took one look and
felt himself grow lightheaded.
Despite the fact that Nodoka was wearing a bra, which really
seemed somewhat translucent and allowed hints of the body beneath
to come through, Ranma felt that it was a rather provocative
display. He just stopped breathing.
"Do I look good?" Nodoka asked. Ranma managed a nod.
Akane carefully doing some yardwork, was surprised to see
Ranma walk home early, lugging a bag which he immediately handed
to her. "Akane, my mom abducted me today and made me go shopping
for bras. You can have this one." Ranma seemed a little
relieved as the day wasn't as intimate as the others.
Akane too noticed that Ranma seemed somewhat more at ease and
not as tense. Plus he wasn't in such a rush to hide himself in
the bathroom. "So Ranma, are you feeling better?"
Ranma immediately nodded.
* * *
Nodoka sighed as she dropped her bags off in her home. Of
course, she had wanted her lover to come along and spend some
time with her. That was one of the most important things she
loved about "Hiroshi." Whenever he was around, he seemed to give
her his full attention, and he did make for an interesting
conversation.
He often liked to overplay his masculinity but at the same
time, he could be rather sweet. But this day, for some strange
reason, he wasn't around as usual. Nodoka looked at the clock,
and was surprised that it was still only 4:00pm.
Nodoka had decided that perhaps she visit the Tendo Dojo.
Every visit was a joy for her as for a brief moment, she could
feel as if she truly was a part of a family. Grabbing her sword,
and carefully slinging it over her shoulder, she left her home.
Today, was rather unusual, as Nodoka quietly knocked on the
door. There was not a single response. Shrugging her shoulders,
she carefully opened the door and walked within. She could hear
the sounds of smashing wood coming from the backyard, and as
politely and quietly as she could, she walked through the house.
As she walked, she could hear a familiar voice taunting some
unknown stranger. "Pick up your pace Ranma! Just miss a week of
training and it ruins ten years of training!" The sounds of fist
crashing into wood started to speed up.
Nodoka felt a smile surface onto her face as she finally felt
that for once, she would be able to see her son and husband. She
walked briskly to the back of the Tendo Dojo, and as soon as she
laid eyes on her long departed family, she felt her heart stop
cold.
Ranma grunted as he pounded the target to oblivion, and he
was about to give his usual witty retort to his father when he
noticed that someone had arrived. Turning his head to take a
good look at the newcomer, he felt his face drain completely.
"Ranma?" Nodoka asked, praying that the boy in front of her
was not Ranma.
* * *
Surprisingly enough, no one seemed to notice the tension that
was in the air, and everyone except Ranma and Nodoka seemed merry
at dinner time. Genma and Soun were constantly joking as usual.
Kasumi was the ever-dutiful hostess as she prepared an endless
selection of food. Even Akane seemed happy, but as soon as she
looked at Ranma, who was staring at his mother, his face
seemingly filled with reluctance and shame.
Not having a single clue to Ranma's horrified expression, she
looked at Nodoka, her face so much like Ranma's. "Say Mrs.
Saotome, Ranma, how come you two aren't happy?" Both Ranma and
his mother winced as everyone stared at them.
Ranma tried to speak, but he just couldn't. He wanted to say
the truth, but he could not. And at the same time, he strongly
wanted to lie, but he still could not. Nodoka filled in for the
two of them. "We're very happy. Don't mind us." Immediately,
everyone else turned to what they had been doing before.
At that moment, Nabiki walked into the dining room. "Can't
you all keep it quiet in here? I couldn't hear Hitoshi on the
other end of the telephone." Nabiki's voice died off as she
looked at the table, Ranma sitting across from his mother, both
looking rather uncomfortable at the moment.
Nabiki whispered a swear as she thoughtfully sat next to
Akane. She just had a feeling, from the expression on Ranma's
face, that he was about to do something really stupidly correct,
like spill his guts to Akane.
And that he did. Ranma clenched his fists, and he leaned
next to Akane, his mouth to her ear. He whispered.
Nabiki looked at Akane, and watched her younger sister's face
change from bright and cheerful to dark and really, really angry.
Akane jumped to her feet and pointed a finger at Ranma. "What do
you mean? How dare you cheat on me! How dare you!" Akane
screamed, bringing everyone's attention onto Ranma.
Both Genma and Soun loomed over Ranma as they chanted death
threats. "Boy! How dare you cheat on your fiancee." Genma and
Soun both leaped onto Ranma and started to beat the stuffing out
of him.
Of course, had Ranma felt the will to live, he would have
fought a valiant battle and eventually conquer over his lame
father and the sissy Mr. Tendo. But he didn't want to live. All
of his suppressed guilt surfaced, making him feel a lot lower
than garbage, a lot lower than raw sewage.
Soun and Genma were giving Ranma a good thrashing when a
voice made everyone stop. "Just stop it, you two! How dare you
fault him, when you are no better!" It was Nodoka, who was
angered, partially in fact that Ranma was her son and the fact
that she did love him. He had demonstrated that he did truly
care for her, and he was attentive.
There was no question in Nodoka's mind that she had to
respect Ranma further for taking all the blame, but she felt that
she was responsible for the entire fiasco. "It is not his fault,
as I was the one who seduced him."
There was a long silence as everyone looked at Nodoka and
Ranma who fought his way to his feet. A look of disgust passed
on almost everyone's face, with the exception of Nabiki. Genma
suddenly stared at Nodoka with disdain. "What have you done!
You have disgraced our family name! Out of my sight!"
Nodoka hung her head low as she listened to Genma berating
her, and without a noise, she hurried out of the Tendo Dojo.
Ranma felt his heart stop as he watched her depart, so sad. He
didn't know why she would take all the blame, when in fact it was
his cowardice that had started all of this.
Akane grabbed Ranma by the throat, her eyes filled with
murder. "Ranma! How dare you do such a thing! I'll kill you!"
Akane was surprised when two hands landed on her arms, easily
stopping her from strangling Ranma.
Nabiki looked Akane gravely in the eyes. "It's not his
fault." Ranma couldn't keep the image of Nodoka leaving the
Tendo Dojo in tears out of his head, and as he thought more and
more, his guilt increased.
Ranma shoved his father, knocking him to the ground. "How
could you yell at Mother like that! How could you call her
dishonorable, when both of us constantly lie to her, when you've
made and broke promises to benefit yourself, when you constantly
expect me to solve all of your problems. You are nothing more
than a coward." Ranma stormed out of the Tendo Dojo as well.
* * *
Ranma ran as quickly as he could to Nodoka's home, his pent
up guilt gnawing at his insides. He knew that whatever was true,
that he felt obligated to comfort her. Running to the front
door, Ranma was barely panting as he pounded on the door.
No one answered. Unsatisfied and knowing perfectly well that
his mother was inside, Ranma was relieved to find that the door
was open. He let himself into the house, and he began the
frantic task of finding her.
From one end of the house to the other end, Ranma called out,
but no one responded. Fortunately, Ranma eventually ended at the
bedroom, and discovered the door was locked. Calling out
"Mother," and "Nodoka" a couple times, he was deathly worried,
when there was no response. Ranma kicked open the door and
walked into the room.
He stared at her, curled on the bed, crying. He kneeled down
next to her, and tried as best as he could to comfort her. She
somehow was grateful for his presence, and allowed him to lie
next to her. Nodoka blinked back some tears and stifled her
shameful crying. "Isn't this wrong? Just go home, and forget
about me."
Ranma took her hands into his, "Could you stop crying, it
makes me feel so bad to see you suffer, as this is all my fault."
He looked sincerely into her red eyes.
"What makes you say that? I was the one who was forcing you
around." Nodoka somehow felt a little better, now that Ranma was
there.
"But if I hadn't lied to you in the beginning, then this
would have never happened. I should have been frank with you,
and not tried to hide away from you." Nodoka looked at Ranma
strangely, as she couldn't quite understand him.
Ranma realized that he needed to elaborate a little more.
"The reason I haven't met you earlier is because of that
agreement Father made to you, about making me a man among men?"
Nodoka smiled bitterly as she thought about the stupid
agreement. "You mean that agreement? I was so desperate to meet
you, that I was willing to forget the promise." Ranma could feel
both of their faces frown as a lack of communication and faith in
their family had led to this sin.
Ranma took a deep breath and continued. "I am Ranko. As a
result of some bad training, I have a curse. I turn into a
girl." Surprisingly, Nodoka didn't react the way that he thought
she would. First of all, he thought she would react negatively.
But they was no difference in their closeness. In fact, Nodoka
felt sorry for Ranma.
"I didn't know that you suffered from a curse."
"It isn't that bad." Ranma caressed her face.
"But you see, if I hadn't agreed to your father's dumb plan,
this would have never happened. You wouldn't have gone on your
training trip, you would have never been cursed. This is all my
fault." Nodoka started to cry again, this time softly.
Ranma felt so guilty and responsible that he tried to
dissuade Nodoka, but he just could not. Her conviction was so
strong that she could not be convinced otherwise.
Both laid there unafraid of their closeness. Nodoka sighed
as she turned away from Ranma. "Please leave. I want to be
alone."
Ranma seemed hurt. "Why? I don't want to desert you."
Nodoka stared at the ceiling with a determination that scared
Ranma. "There is only one thing left for me to do, and I don't
want to hurt you."
Ranma grabbed her, and turned her towards him. "What do you
mean last thing? I am telling you that it is not your fault!
It's all my fault."
"But I have dishonored our family name by participating in
this sin. It does not matter whose fault it is anymore. And
without honor, I do not deserve to live." Ranma couldn't believe
his ears as he listened to his mother.
"How can you be so sure? You can't..." Ranma trailed of as
he too understood the mentality. Even if Nodoka hadn't been at
fault, she was still guilty of cheating on Genma. And his mother
was an honorable woman. Seeing such virtue, made Ranma look at
himself. "Then, let me be with you."
Nodoka looked at Ranma. "No!"
"But I too have sinned. I have betrayed an agreement set by
my father. I have betrayed Akane. I have betrayed my father by
being with you. I am no more better than you, and I don't
deserve to live if you deserve to die." Ranma stared at Nodoka,
his voice gradually growing louder, filling with confidence.
"So be it." Nodoka embraced Ranma and kissed him.
* * *
Akane was still angry, but she had managed to calm herself
somewhat. "Nabiki! Why did you stop me from giving him what he
deserved?" Akane still felt that she wanted to twist Ranma's
head right off.
Nabiki seemed melancholic as she looked at the remains of
what was supposed to be a joyful evening. "And why should
someone deserve death for being in love? Akane he confessed what
he had done to me, and believe me, he loves you a lot. He wanted
to confess to you, but I told him to forget what had happened and
not to let his mistake ruin all of our lives."
Akane grumbled as she tore her textbook into two. "Akane, he
still loves you, and he was worried that the truth would hurt
you."
Akane whirled on to Nabiki. "And why didn't you tell me?
Why? Ranma is my fiancee!" she shouted. Nabiki frowned.
"I don't know. I felt sorry for him, for once. But thanks
to our family, we haven't tried to be understanding to them. I'm
going to try make them feel better." Nabiki was gone in an
instant.
Angrily for a few minutes, Akane paced back and forth, but
her feelings got the better of her, and she too left the Dojo to
go to the Saotome home.
Nabiki, panting pretty hard, was surprised to find the front
door open and not a sound coming from within. Pausing to catch
her breath, she walked into the house, and tried to locate Ranma
and Nodoka.
Like Ranma an hour before, she searched from one end of the
house to the other end, and pretty soon, she found what she was
looking for. She walked into the bathroom and found them in the
bathtub. But strangely enough, the two were motionless.
Cautiously walking forwards, Nabiki realized that the warm
water of the tub was crimson red, and she quickly deduced what
had happened. Ranma and Nodoka were both naked, and both close,
leaving the world as they had intended.
Nabiki's eyes turned downcast as she felt a sadness wash over
her. At that moment, Akane appeared in the door way and she
practically screamed as she watched. Angrily, Akane marched
over, ready to give hell, when Nabiki raised her hand, stopping
Akane.
"Don't bother, Akane, they're both dead." As Akane
approached she could tell, as the swirling crimson in the water
hinted to the way they had died. Akane felt the onset of tears,
but determination held them back.
This epilogue was the suggestion of Megane 6.7. Of course, in my
opinion, I'd like to keep the other fiancees out of this story
with the exception of Akane... But then again, read this short
epilogue which just sucks, in my opinion.
Epilogue:
"Ran-chan." sighed Ukyo as she placed the single flower on
his grave. "Why did you have to do that?" Ukyo had to swing
hastily with her spatula to stop Kodachi.
"Kodachi, what on earth are you doing!"
"Nothing, but defiling the grave of my dear Ranma-sama's
murderess."
Mousse had a similar time trying to stop Shampoo. "Shampoo
crush tombstone! Shampoo dig up Nodoka and burn body!" Her eyes
burned with a fury which had no equal.
At the same time, Ryoga who had happened to be there, was
somewhat stuck between joy and sadness. "Ranma, you fiend! How
could you have sex... with your MOTHER! At least, you did the
right thing when you killed yourself." Ryoga started to laugh
insanely as he realized that he now had Akane to himself.
Kuno, well, he was different. He stood there solemnly the
entire time, trying his best to ignore what his sister had been
doing.
Nabiki stared at the grave, and sighed. "Even when he's
dead, he still gives them all a reason to fight." Akane did her
best to wipe her tears. "Akane, you feeling alright?" Akane
nodded, but the rest of her seemed to be saying no.
Nabiki looked at the large fight which had precipitated.
"Well, I think I'll be going now. Hitoshi, that dumb cousin of
ours. He still can't do math properly. I don't think I'll be
back until late tonight." Without further word, Nabiki ran off.
-Ending, version 2-
Well, there won't be an alternative ending, but for you sex
fiends out there, it was going to be a huge sexfest with Ranma,
Nabiki, Nodoka, a bunch of other women and men, and some extra
secret woman. (Mrs. Tendo's twin sister...)
Now don't you feel happy I didn't write something potentially
more sickening????
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Whew, what an ending (#1). Something that I didn't know, but
this lemon farce turned pretty dark. At least for me. I at
least have to give my thanks to:
Megane 6.7
for being supportive of this evil fic. Not all people can endure
defamation of their favorite anime characters. Well, that's it
for this story, and I'm not going to add any more to this. This
story has killed itself.
Bye.
Data on my more palatable works.
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No Title : Work will resume soon, starting with
a search for a suitable title.
Alternative Realities 1 - 2: Work will resume soon.
Alternative Reality 3 : Planning starts.
Alternative Reality 4 : Work starting soon.
Mistakes : Starting soon, planning done.
Tenchi Muyo: Continuation : Chapters 6+ are being rewritten.
New Works:
Eva vs. Macross : Possible... Not sure... I don't
know too much about Eva.
Nuku Nuku : Love wars as Ryunosuke becomes the
object of attention between Yoshimi
and Eimi.
Tenchi Muyo-Ranma 1/2 : Ranma is tired of being an impolite
person, and he is approached by a
red haired twelve year old who
claims to be able to help him with
his problem.
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