Subject: Ranma 2096 Story (Lemon)
From: Marisa Price
Date: 8/16/1996, 2:12 PM
To: fanfic@fanfic.com

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       Written by Christopher 'Ratiko' Willmore.   /  \ \  /
                  4cw6@qlink.queensu.ca           /   /  \/
       Based on a story by Rumiko Takahashi and      /
       Developed by C. Michael Schumacher           /   /
       [Kensu: cschumac@waun.tdsnet.com],           \  /
       with the aid of Animax Enterprises            \/(Logo:Armakuni)
	 [formerly TAAC].        
                                                                 
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		Which, like a Jewel Hung In Ghastly Night,
                Makes black night beautiful, and her old face new.
                                (Shakespeare, Sonnets)
				         
                                  The Flame's Reprise
                                   (Working Title)
				A Ranma 2096 side-story
		   	   By Marisa Price (marisa@value.net)
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RANMA 2096 CHARACTERS AND SITUATIONS USED WITH PERMISSION OF C. WILLMORE
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Editor's note: This story takes place in the R2096 universe, and is
more or less a continuation of the (very short) side story 'Part of
his World', to be found on the Ranma 2096 pages at:

http://qlink.queensu.ca/~4cw6/

Of special interest here are the R2096 fanfic archive:
http://qlink.queensu.ca/~4cw6/archive.htm (NOT .html)
and the Gosunkugi Skeride sub-page
http://qlink.queensu.ca/~4cw6/skeride.htm (NOT .html)

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        Ratiko was trying to concentrate: he really was. The only problem
was that he could feel those EYES boring into his body like hot pokers. He
had felt this same odd feeling for several weeks now and, finally, it was
starting to affect his behaviour.

        Got to study. Got to study.

        The years of concentration and focus began to calm him somewhat; he
had to remember that school was his occupation right now, and education was
his goal. In order to achieve what he wanted, he needed to be the best.

        Unfortunately, human instinct sometimes took over his other driving
passions and filled him with... Fear? Hope? Desire?

        He scratched his head in frustration and tried to focus on the
professor again. But that lingering SENSE of some overwhelming LUST aimed at
him was almost stifling.

        Who could it be?

        Ratiko furtively glanced around the room. Most of the girls in his
classes were relatively plain, but hard workers: they were passionate about
technology instead of ridiculous daydreams. However, Rat knew it was a woman.
The feeling of those eyes was just... so... FEMININE. He sighed in frustration.
Even if there was a girl in this class who was interested in him, he had
never noticed anyone one of them who was intelligent and... well.. attractive...
enough to catch his attention. Besides, Ratiko didn't really have TIME for
girls. He sighed again.

        In fact, the only really attractive girl in the class was...

        He stiffened in shock.

        Rat turned to look over his left shoulder, and, sitting two rows up,
was Kim Thompson. She saw his glance and gave him a casual smile. She sat
relaxed, taking notes in her red notebook. She didn't seem like she would be
wasting time STARING at him.

        But she HAD immediately caught his glance.

        Rat turned back to his books, a slow flush starting to brighten on
his cheeks.  Could she... could KIM (of all people), have some sort of...
crush? on him?

        Rat felt the eyes on his back again, seeming to sweep over every
part of his body, observing, wanting.

        Rat turned and saw Kim smiling at him again.

        Nah.

        But she was really attractive. She started laughing... her whole
face brightened up with delight, she clutched her notebook to her, and then
started pointing at him.

        Pointing at him?!

        It suddenly stuck Rat that not only was Kim laughing, but the entire
class was chortling. What the...?

        The guy sitting next to him slugged his arm and said, "Hey man, the
prof is talking to you!"

        Rat flushed and stood up as quickly as possible and shouted, "Gomen
Nasai!"

        The professor slid his wire-rimmed glasses down his nose (a distinct
demonstration of his personality, as glasses were no longer necessary in
this age where eyes could be easily corrected with operations) and said,
"Hibiki-san.  Arigatou for your attention."

        The class tittered.

        Ratiko stammered, "Hai, hai. What did you want, Oyama-sensei?"

        The professor said slowly, "Merely the answer to question 44. Do you
perhaps have that to share with the class?"

        Ratiko was horrified. That was the ONLY problem that he had not
finished on the homework. He managed to get out, "Ano.... Sensei, that was
the only problem I did not complete."

        The professor gave him a long look and then said, "I see. Well.
Please come and see me after class, Hibiki-san. You may sit down."

        Ratiko sat down, horrified by this embarrassment, in front of his
200 fellow classmates.

        The professor looked to another student in the back and said,
"Gosunkugi-san, what is the answer to number 44?"

        The girl with the white streak in her hair stood up and began to
relay the answer to the class.

******

        "Hibiki-san, I am very disappointed with your performance these past
two weeks. You are usually my number one student, the star of the class.
What has happened to all that organisation, concentration, and energy?"
Oyuma-sensei asked Ratiko after the last student from the class had finally
disappeared through the doors.

        "I... I am very sorry, Sense i. I have been extremely...
distracted." Rat said quietly.

        The professor stroked his chin, and finally said, "I see. Well.
Perhaps we should give you a couple of days off."

        Rat looked up in surprise.

        The professor nodded and added, "I think we can give you a little
respite, homework-free. I want you to think about things, find your focus
and drive again, and then return to the top of my class."

        "Hai... hai... Sensei," the bewildered student replied.

        Oyuma-sensei turned and picked up his books and started to walk out
of the lecture hall. He added as he left, "I will of course speak to your
other professors, but, as I expect this has also been a trend in your other
classes, that they will not mind. Rest up, Hibiki Reiraku."

        And Rat was left standing, alone, in the lecture hall, still feeling
the burn from the eyes which had licked him with flames.

******

        Gosunkugi Skeride slowly climbed up the tree outside of Ratiko's
window. It was almost midnight, but a light was still shining in his room.
She had listened outside the door when the professor had spoken to Ratiko
after class, and she had heard that he was going home. She wondered what was
wrong with him; the things that made him so attractive to her-- his
seriousness, his drive, his energy, has been missing these past couple of
weeks. He seemed... disturbed. Haunted.

        And hauntings were her speciality.

        She started as she saw him walk into the light.

        He was naked. Obviously just out of the bath, all he had wrapped
around him was a towel.

        He was beautiful.

        Skeride held onto the tree for dear life, knowing that if she let
go, she would fall to the ground in ecstasy.

********

        Ratiko sighed. He supposed it was nice to be home. He loved his big,
beautiful house, and it was nice to eat real food again, as opposed to that
disgusting stuff they served in the cafeteria. And the bath had also been
refreshing.

        He looked in the mirror on his wall at himself. He did not consider
himself to be anything particularly special. He reached over for the bandanna
that sat on his dresser. He wrapped it around his head, and felt a bit more
comfortable. He smiled at the effect, and decided that he was relatively
attractive.

        Was it Kim?

        Kim was... pretty. Nice (most of the time... when she wasn't yelling
at him). He had to admit it. He had occasionally had secret fantasies about
her. He always enjoyed when they rode on an air-bike together, her breasts
pressed to his back...

        Ratiko closed his eyes and took a deep breath as the secret lust
filled him. If it was her... maybe he should do something about it. He
wondered if he could get it out of his system... maybe that was the answer.
He could get it out of his system.

        Out.

        He tried to control the passion, but it welled up inside him. He
imagined her with him. Kissing. Cuddling. Sex.

        With Kim... could he? She seemed to hate him sometimes, or at least
think he was an idiot... especially because he got lost all the time...

        But... if that hot gaze had been from her, then there was a side to
her that she kept hidden from him... It could be fanned into a flame. Perhaps?

        He sighed, and dropped his towel as he reached out to open a drawer
and grab some boxers.

        It was strange though... he could almost feel her gaze on him right
this moment...


********

        Skeride almost fell off the tree again.

        Ratiko had dropped his towel... and he stood, gloriously naked,
and... erect.

        So... it was passion that had him disturbed.

        She ached to go in and ease that desire for him. Maybe it was for
her? She shook her head and almost laughed at her foolishness. Of course it
wasn't.

        She stared again at his body, glowing in the light of his room. He
bent over to grab something out of a drawer, his muscles moving sinuously.

        Skeride practically panted.

        But, then, he was clothed, and the light was out. He had gone to bed.

        She waited in the tree for hours before she could allow herself to
calm down and leave.

        But, as she started to climb down, she realised that she couldn't
go. She had to face him. She had to find out who his lust was for. Perhaps it
WAS for her... she dared to dream. She climbed out further on the branch of
the tree and managed to grab the trellis and haul herself up into Ratiko's room.

        Her eyes quickly attuned to the darkness and she sighed with relief
as she realised that he was still asleep. It was not time to wake him up...
not just yet.

        She walked over, silent as a cat, and sat down on the bed beside
him. She stroked his soft hair, and almost giggled as she saw he wore
the bandanna even to bed. That was HER Ratiko.

        He moaned a bit in his sleep... he looked so sweet. So handsome.
Could she dare?

        She dared.

        Skeride reached out softly, and touched her lips to Ratiko's. He
gave a soft moan again, and, then, to her surprise, he began to kiss back---
passionately. Not just the light kiss that she had been planning on, but a
deep kiss.

        He shocked her again as he pulled her down next to him. She couldn't
say a word, and, her eyes open, she could see that he was still asleep, his
eyes tightly closed and relaxed.

        She didn't want to wake him... he might stop. And this was... Heaven.

        Heaven for the ghost-killer.

        It was almost laughable really.

        She gave a little gasp as his hand reached up to cup her breast. She
felt the nipple harden, and couldn't believe the sensation. Then... he
grabbed her hand and dragged it down to his turgid erection.

        She touched it softly, with wonder, and he began to moan and shake.
She couldn't believe he hadn't woken up yet. She continued to stoke him, at
first over his shorts, and then daring to creep her hand inside. He had
broken off the kiss and was gasping quietly... sweat beading his body.

        She wondered if this was some trick... if he KNEW she was there, but
just didn't say anything.

        She reached her powers out to sense him.

        No.

        He was definitely deep in the dream-world.

        She looked at his gorgeous body and felt herself becoming as excited
as he was. This was the man she LOVED. And she was... in a way... making
love to him.

        She heard him mumbling softly, and she smiled, picking up the pace.

        She leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Rei...ra...ku......
chan...."

        He groaned at the soft mention of his true name. He began to move
against her hand and within a moment the bed and her hand was covered with
his pearly essence.

        She looked on in wonder... watching as it all showered out... and
then, she heard him.

        He was saying it over and over and over again in his passionate
mumblings: "Kim... Kim... Kim... oh god... Kim..."

        She pulled her hand away in horror, and in an instant was out the
window and down the tree.

        She wiped her hands on the dew-covered grass and began to cry.

        It wasn't for her. It WASN'T.

        She sobbed and ran all the way home.

*****

        Ratiko sighed in the morning as he woke up... he felt, curiously,
refreshed.... Considering the steamy dreams he had been having last night,
he expected to wake up frustrated.

        He rolled over on his side, and then felt the wet stickiness beneath
him.

        "What the...?" He said out loud, and looked down at the bed.

        He flushed as he realised what it was, and why he felt so refreshed.

        "God, I haven't done something like that since I was going through
puberty," he thought, disgusted with himself.

        But... he DID feel better... Those dreams had been so vivid... Kim
had been there, in bed with him...

        He stood up and took off his sticky shorts and grabbed his towel.
Bath time again. He paused to take the sheets off his bed.

        And then he noticed it.

        A single, long, white hair made a bright streak on his black sheets.

        He picked it up and wondered at it.

        What the...?

        He shrugged and dropped it into the trash can.

        He decided he must have picked it up at school on some of his clothes.

        After all, it wasn't as if a girl had REALLY been in his bed last
night... just his dreams.

        He smiled, forgetting the hair, and walked off to the bathroom,
considering how he was going to approach Kim today... He was focusing on it
so much that he made it there without getting lost.

        Maybe she would like to go out for one of those American pizzas?

        He was also elated to realise that he was already eager to get
back to school and to studying.

        He whistled and closed the bathroom door.


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END  (for now)

heheh

By Marisa Price
Copyright to Marisa Price
Based on Caracters Copyrighted to Christopher Willmore

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