[Note: read the prologue, or you might be lost]
Author: And now, on with the show......
Reader: LA-MER!! LA-MER!! Can't you think of a better opening?
Author: Sorry.....I'll think of a better one next time.......
Reader: You better, or you'll have 30 megs of SPAM on
your HD by this time next week.......
Author: ANYWAYS...........
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(From The Prologue.....)
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Ranma caught a whiff of himself and nearly threw up what little food he
had been able to grab before his training. He smelt like something Akane
had cooked up for him the night before. In his new wisdom (<or stupidity>),
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 it, so he sucked up his pride a little and ate whatever she made.
Thank goodness the bathroom was 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 ante 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 switfly
rose 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 her face
wore an expression of amazement 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 dirty 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. Struggling to
ignore 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 his new
erotic feelings.
Concentrating with all of his martial arts skill, he fought down that
feeling. But no amount of skill could prevent a small amount of saliva from
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 what he considered the right
words, he spoke.
"Ah...Akane? I'm sorry,
Ididn'tknowyouwereinhereIdidn'tmeantodisturbyouPleasedon'thate-"
"Go." Her stern voice penetrated the thin door.
A puzzled look crossed his face. This wasn't the response he was
expected. It seemed a little 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 his 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 at seeing him in the nude. 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? Am I a pervert now?>
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
into a fetal position. Slowly rocking back and forth, several tears leaked
from
her eyes for reasons she knew not.
The sliding door burst open, flying towards the sleeping panda's head, and
hitting it with a loud thunk.
"Raowwrr.....!?"
Being rudely awakened from his peaceful slumber, Genma sat up and looked
around to see what was the source of the commotion. Somehow he was not
suprised to see Ranma sprawled out on the floor near the now bare doorway.
"Urrrr?...."
Ranma knew what that grunt meant.
<Oh boy, how m'I gonna explain this one?>
The panda stared impatiently at him, waiting for a response.Ranma moved
his right hand to the back of his head and tilted it slightly, letting out
a nervous laugh.
"Well, you see, pop, I was, uh.....finishing tr-trainning, yeah that's it.
Heheh.... And, well, um, I was gonna take a bath.........."
The panda did not look satisfied with that answer, and began scribbling
furiously on his patented signs. He held one up for Ranma to read. Ranma
struggled to read the large animal's bad writing.
"Did...you.....and......Akane.......go.....for......POPS!!!! You baka
hentai....."
With that, Ranma jumped on top of his father and pinned his
thick, furry arms to the wooden floor. Although Genma in his panda form was
much stronger than the real Genma, he was still no match for Ranma when his
son was incensed. And he was very much incensed now.
"How could say that, you big oaf!!! C'mon, you and I both know I ain't
marrrying that tom-" He cut himself off.
The words he was speaking were not true, and he knew it. It might have
been easy to lie about it before, Ranma was a little older and a little
wiser now. He had developed something called a conscience, and it was this
newfound conscience that blocked him from saying what he knew he would
later regret.
Ranma's rough grip on the panda's wrists slackened, then fell away. He
rolled off his father and sat up, his face looking as garbled and confused
as a Dali painting. Genma picked himself off the hard surface and dusted
off his furry shoulders. He moved next to Ranma and grinned foolishly at
him, putting his arm around his son's back.
"Arrrr, urrr, um, raorrrrr.....," he tried to say.
Ranma shrugged, and tried to remove his father's arm from around him,
which was beginning to make his neck itch.
"C'mon pops, I don't wanna talk about it. Just leave me alo- WAAAHH!"
Flying was an experience with which Ranma was familiar with. He flew right
through the empty door frame, clear across the dining area, out the open
door, and straight into the pond.
"Stupid panda.....I shoulda know he'd try somethin'......Anything School Of
Martial Arts Rule # 67, never let down yo- glug, glug, glug..........."`
A frightened expression covered Akane's puffy, tear-streaked face. She was
still rocking back and forth gently, mumbling something softly to herself.
The shock hadn't worn off yet, and she was still naked, still sitting on
the floor.
<Hentai, hentai, hentai.....I must be a hentai.....hentai, hentai......>
Her mind could think of nothing else. She was subconsciously trying to
beat herself into ignorance, and partially succeeding.
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"Everyone!! Breakfast is ready!!!" Kasumi's cheery voice echoed throughout
the home, and the various inhabitants, save one, quickly reacted. Soun
appeared through the front door followed by Genma in his panda form. Nabiki
quckly followed, her hands full of papers and documents. The last to appear
was Ranma, coming form the general direction of the dojo. He still hadn't
bothered to put on a shirt, and Nabiki's eyes perked up noticably.
<Well, _there's_ a good reason not to skip breakfast today,> and she
smirked inwardly. Looking at his bare torso was like a guilty pleasure, and
Nabiki
enjoyed every minute of it. If Akane was here, she probably would have gone
into a
rage about how Ranma was trying to show off in front of everyone.
<Speaking of Akane.......>
Curiously, as all present noticed, Akane was not at his side.
That had become the routine for the past year, and it seemed strange to
them not to see her there.
Not that they cared that much, except Kasumi. Soon they were all eating
heartily. Not much talking went on; everyone was too busy stuffing their
faces with Kasumi's delicious food. But Nabiki sensed something was going
on, and she smelt an opportunity for profit. Deciding to break the silence,
she asked Ranma a question.
<After all,> she thought, <money IS money.....>
"So Ranma, where's Akane? I thought she was supposed to TRAIN with you,
huh?"
She waited for a retort, but none came. His blank look gave none of his
thoughts away. She frowned slightly. It was unlike Ranma to ignore a nosy
little comment like that. Something was definitely worng. She could feel
it. This was worth pursuing.
"Hey, Ranma baby? Anyone home?"
Nabiki waved her hand in front of his face to see if he was awake. His
eyes swayed with her hand, and moved up to her face. His eyes practically
screamed depression. Nabiki grimaced to herself. Her mind raced to figure
out what problem Rannma might be having, and how to make a nice profit from
it. This wouldn't be as easy as she had first thought.
<Hmmm....this has got to have something to do with Akane..... I wonder what
happened to them.....she probably just smacked him again.....> She would
have to remember to ask Akane what had transpired. Her younger sister was
usually a lot more talkative about these kinds oh things than Ranma was.
<But if he's this whacked out, I wonder how Akane is.........>
Enough time had passed that Akane had slowly regained her full mental
capacities. The cold tiles had finally gotten the message through to her
brain that she was freezing. Her teeth chattered slightly as she stood up.
Looking around, she picked up her personal belongings again, and decided to
put on some clothes quick before she caught cold.
<Damn, I must have been sitting there quite a while.....Brr......better
change.>
Akane slid open the door, and stepped into the ante room. She
reached for her clean clothes, but something se saw froze her. A wrinkled
red shirt and black slippers lay in a pile near a small stool. A flood of
fresh memories came rushing back, and she almost seized up again.
Shaking her head vigorously, she tried to clear her mind, but the image of
Ranma standing stark naked was burnt into her psyche.
It was no use. No amount of head shaking was going to help, and she
resigned herself to the fact. Akane wondered what had made her react the
way she did, ogling him like that.
<Hey, he was staring too!! Humph, that pervert.....>
She clenched her fists tightly, but they soon loosened up. Akane tried
working up her anger to shift some of her guilt on Ranma, but it didn't
work. She couldn't just go beserk on him, as she had done to him so many
times in the past. This situation was too strange for her to give it the
old brush off.. Dressing herself rapidly, she headed for her own room.
Being so engrossed in her own thoughts, she did not hear her elder sister
calling everyone down for breakfast.
Breakfast was almost over, and Akane had still not appeared. Kasumi was
a little worried and spoke up.
"Ranma, could you please go and find Akane? Her food is getting cold."
Ranma looked like a deer in headlights. His eyes grew large and he looked
up at her.
"Huh? Me? Well, uh, I uh......"
Nabiki saw her chance, and she jumped at it.
"It's alright Ranma, I'll go find her for you.....for a small fee, of
course." She crackled a sly grin. This was more like it.
"Say, 500 yen?"
She was prepared to argue with him over that amount. A fee of 200 was
more appropriate, so she jacked up the price to give herself some leeway to
bargain.
"Uh, sure, fine, okay. Th-thanks Nabiki. I wouldn't want to-" He paused
slightly to consider what he was going to say, and continued.
"I wouldn't want to miss Kasumi's great food.....yeah, that's
it....ehheheh....."
Kasumi's eyes lit up at the compliment.
"Oh thank you, Ranma, that's very sweet of you. I made this with-"
Nabiki rolled her eyes at the lame excuse, but inwardly was stunned that
Ranma hadn't put up more of a fight. 500 yen was a lot of money for him and
he didn;y spend what little he had frivolously. And to top it off, Kasumi
had totally ignored the whole little exchange. Nabiki sighed deeply. The
way her sister took everything in stride drove her nuts sometimes. She
wondered if Kasumi was as oblivious as she seemed to be. But that was
another story, to be figured out some day she had the time to figure out
exactly what made her older
sister tick.
"Yeah, well, I'd LOVE to stay and listen to your recipe, but I got me an
Akane to find. I'll be back in a little while. Remember Ranma, 500 yen,
right?"
Ranma slowly nodded in agreement. Unbeknownst to them, she
already knew where Akane was. Where else would she be? Nabiki excused
herself and headed up the stairs. In the fading background she could hear a
happy voice speaking.
"...and I mixed in two cups of flour, but not high gluten flour, mind you,
or else the dough will be too....." Nabiki chuckled to herself. She could
just picture the men's heads hitting the table now.
Lying on her bed, Akane stared up at the ceiling. She tried counting the
small cracks in it, and had reached 148 when she heard a short, sharp
rapping on the door.
<Nabiki,......> she thought.
"Hey sis, are you in here? Can I come in?"
Akane really didn't want to deal with anyone at the moment, but she knew
they would not stop bothering her until she had given them an explanation
or an excuse, especially Nabiki. Her older sister was relentless, and had a
knack of knowing if you were lying or not.
<Might as well.......>
"Hello? Akane? Are you alright?"
Drawing in a sharp breath, she responded.
"Ok, come in Nabiki....."
Akane watched as the doorknob turned.
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To be continued in Part 2.......
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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 (For
Chriss' sake, they let my fav. Cantonese restaurant burn down, and it's
like half a mile from the station!!!)
Thanks,
Andres Odella
odie3100@bridge.net
PS - does ANYONE know how to get these stupid sentences to stay
together? It's driving me crazy to see them split into two or more
lines......