I'm baaaack......
"Dammit, didn't you email him that Trojan Horse virus?... Oh, great, more
of his crap....." ^_-
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Update: I kinda liked my first part of Pt. 1, until: it was pointed out by
several astute readers that (1) the Tendo's bathrooms don't have doors that
close and lock like Western doors, and (2) their bathrooms have two
separate rooms: one for clothes and stuff, and the other with the tub.
Anyways, here is a little (or a large) revision...... from here on, it's
all downhill :)
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Okay, here's a lil' part of the first REAL chapter in this 'fic. Will it
be LEMONy or not? Only your hairdresser knows for sure.... Lemme know what
you think.
Ranma 1/2 and all Characters contained
herein are property of Rumiko Takahashi......
so don't try any funny stuff, got it?
Ok folks, deep breath.....
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(From The Prologue.....)
Ranma caught a whiff of himself and nearly threw up what little food he
had ingested before breakfast. He smelt like something Akane had cooked up
for him the night before. He had forced himself to eat it (no small feat)
and smile like a big dufus while doing it. Her food was still God-awful,
but it made her happy to see him eat, so he sucked up his pride a little
and ate whatever she made. Thank goodness the bathroom was so near the
dining area. There would have been nowhere to spill his guts afterwards.
Smelling so rank, he decided to take a quick shower before heading down
to
breakfast. He reached the bathroom door and slowly slid it open.......
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A Window To the Past
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By: Andrew Odella
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Chapter 1 : Whoops, So Sorry To Disturb You.....
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Ranma unconsciously licked his salty, sweaty lips as he opened the door.
It wouldn't be long now. <Damn, I gotta get some better deodorant. I don't
wanna miss breakfast 'cause I gotta take a bath before......> His stomach
rumbled in agreement.
The temperature of the water in the tub was beginning to drop, causing
Akane to sigh deeply and sit up. <Well, time to get back to the real world.
Guess I'll go down to breakfast now.> She reached down between her legs and
pulled out the stopper, As the water slowly drained out, she stood up and
looked for her towel. Failing to see it, she shook her feet dry as best she
could and stepped out of the tub. <I probably left it in the other room. Oh
well, I should clean up after myself first.> Akane began picking up her
personal effects. Between the draining water and her own daydreaming about
Ranma, she failed to hear the faint scraping sounds of the door in the
changing room slide open.
Ranma entered the ante room and began to take off his clothes. His
favorite red shirt flew towards nowhere in particular. Grabbing a stool, he
sat down and removed his slippers. His body pulsed, eagerly anticipating
the upcoming bath. As he took off his pants, something caught his eye.
A yellow gi was lying, dirty and crumpled, on top of another stool. Next
to it was a white towel with a flowery pattern. Ranma frowned as he
wondered who it belonged to, and as he realized who it pertained to, his
tongue tried to do a half twist down his throat.
<Th....Those things.....they're Akane's!!!> His ears pricked up as he
suddenly noticed to sounds of draining water, and a female voice softly
humming out loud.
A large bead of sweat formed on his forehead, and he suddenly felt the urge
to run, run away as fast as possible.
<Shit!!! I gotta get out of here before she notices me!!!!> Ranma quickly
stood and fumbled with his pants, trying to put them on again.
Finished picking up after herself, Akane moved towards the sliding door.
Her hand grabbed hold and pulled......
Ranma's pants were not quite up to his knees when he heard a familiar
scraping sound. He quickly looked up at door and watched in horror as it
slid open.
Paralysed with fear, Ranma saw it slide from right to left, and his jaw
dropped. A very wet and very naked Akane was revealed to him, and she wore
an expression on her face very similar to his.
Akane's eyes grew wide, and she dropped everything her free arm held but
the washcloth. Before her stood Ranma, naked as a jaybird, except for his
partially covered legs. She looked at his body, getting an eyeful.
<Oh god.... I knew he was cute, but this........> Her eyes began at his
feet, and traveled up his strong, muscular legs, admiring the view on the
way up. She then moved on to his manhood. It seemed to her to be awfully
hairy, compared with all the stories she had heard in the girl's locker
room. She stared at it a few seconds longer, wondering what is was that
this exotic looking appendage did that apparently drove women wild. Her
eyes left his member and moved on to his upper body. Yes, training had done
him wonders. He had a well defined chest, not muscle-bound but deeply cut,
and his abdomen seemed to be covered with several small bumps arranged in
two rows of three. A strange feeling formed in her stomach. Momentarily
ignoring that feeling, she quickly looked up at his face. Unfortunantly,
his eyes were also elsewhere, as was his mind.
<Wow.....so that's what's under that gi of hers.....> She definitely had a
womanly shape, and it pleased him to see it. His eyes traced the outline of
her body in the early morning light that filtered through the window on the
far wall behind her .His eyes then fell upon her breasts, which were
heaving slightly at the moment as a result of her heavy breathing. They
looked soft and supple, like two overripe peaches, only much larger. Not
huge, but a lot bigger than he had imagined. Something stirred deep in his
loins, and he immediately noticed the new erotic feelings . Concentrating
with all of his martial arts skill, he fought down that feeling. but no
skill could avoid a small amount of saliva escaping the side of his mouth,
dribbling down to his chin. His eyes moved upward and met hers.
The two stood there for a few more seconds, and then Akane stirred. Her
other hand was still on the door, and she pulled it back in front of her.
Ranma looked on as Akane closed the door again, and he slowly regained his
senses. He noticed the dribble on his chin, and wiped it. Remembering he
was naked, he quickly pulled up his pants the rest of the way and drew the
drawstring tightly. His mind searched for some way to apologize to Akane
and not offend her at the same time. Finding the right words, he spoke.
"Ah...I'msorry,
Ididn'tknowyouwereinhereIdidn'tmeantodisturbyouPleasedon'thate-"
"Go."
A puzzled look crossed his face. This wasn't the response he was expected.
It seemed too subdued.
"Huh? But I-"
"Go. Just go. Go. Go. GO!!!" Her voice reached an all-time high with the
last one.
Ranma decided not to push his luck. Not getting annihilated instantly was
good enough for him.
"H-hai, Akane-chan. I'll see you-"
"GOOOOO!!!!!"+
He turned and fled in fear for his life, not bothering to get his shirt or
slippers. His life was worth more than those trivial items. Running faster
than a racehorse, Ranma headed for the room he shared with his father.
Akane slid down to the cold tile floor, numb with shock. Not because of
seeing him in all his natural glory; that had happened before, when they
first met, and he had paid for it. No, she was shocked at her own feelings
and reaction. She had actually enjoyed looking at his naked body. Sure, she
was attracted to him, but naked? That was altogether a different story.
<Why? Why do I feel like this? What's wrong with me? I am a hentai, too?>
She shivered as the cold tile chilled her still wet and naked legs. She
drew her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, almost in a
fetal position. Slowly rocking back and forth, several tears leaked from
her eyes for reasons she knew not.
(same as before...)
C&C, ideas, comments, matchbooks from various bars for my collection, Bingo
cards, whatever.... are appreciated. Flames will be reported to the Miami
Beach Fire Dept., although they probaly won't be able to douse it (sheesh,
they let my fav. Cantonese restaurant burn down, and it's like half a mile
from the station!!!)
Thanks,
Andres Odella
odie3100@bridge.net