Ok, right now I’m a little uninspired with “War of Evangelion,” but
don’t worry, I should be back at it soon.  But instead I got the
inspiration for this fic from Wings of Honneamise.  It was the scene
where Shiro wakes up in his friends apartment(?) and he couldn't
remember what he did the night before.  He was lucky to wind up there.
But I was wondering, where could Ranma end up if something similar
happened to him.  This is a slight lemon, but not a truely
one...probably the closest to one I’ll get.  Zenki will like it
anyways.  There will be rules to reading the ending when you get
there...

The Morning After:

Ranma woke up suddenly, <Man what a sick dream>  he tried to open his
eyes, but the blinding light of the sun coming in from the open east
window forced him to shut his eyelids.  <Oh man, my head is killing
me.>  His pounding head was a reminder of what happened last night.

But what happened?  He couldn’t remember everything, just that he had
the stupid idea of going over to the Nekohanten for dinner for a
change.  After eating the ramen, Shampoo had given him an evil grin.

“Now Ranma, you all mine.”  Shampoo moved closer to catch her prize.

Something was wrong.  What had he eaten?  “What have you done to me,
Shampoo?”  Suddenly fear broke through his expression as he thought, <A
potion.  Oh no!>

“Soon you find out”  She was still using a secretive tone.

A few seconds of moving away from the Amazon woman was hampered by
slight nausea and dizziness.  It was gradually getting worse and all
Ranma could think of was getting away before he did  something he’d
regret.  So out of the restaurant he ran.  Just running, running.  His
head was spinning so much it hurt.  His run slowed and became a
stumble.  Things were so blurry, he couldn’t go anywhere else.  That was
all he could remember.

<You know, besides the headache, I actually feel pretty good.  At least
that potion didn’t have any lasting effects.>  Ranma rolled over at the
thought.  For some reason, he was strangely refreshed.  It was something
he couldn’t explain, just like this strange bed.  <Wait a minute, a
strange bed?  This is wierd.  I wonder where I am?>  Careful not to look
straight at the sun again, his eyelids slowly opened, so his couriosity
could be satisfied.  He was prepared for anything, but not this...

Rules:
Ok, I couldn’t think of a single ending, so I’ll let you decide which
one to read.  There are 4 scenarios, don’t read them straight through.
Read the one you think is most interesting first.  Hint:  He won’t be in
any of his fiancees beds, its not sick and twisted for nothing.  Some
are worse than others, but all are pretty bad.  Ok, so a few aren’t
believeable, but funny in a hentai way.  Anyways, scroll down to the
appropriate scenario without reading any of the previous scenarios.
Here are the titles of the scenarios:

A:  A birth and a death to come.
B:  Numbers 999 and 1
C:  Sex slave.
D:  Bobbit II?


Scenario  A:  A BIRTH AND A DEATH TO COME

On the other side of the bed was a very familiar face.  At his sudden
jolt, she woke up.

“Oh my!  You’re still here Ranma?”  Kasumi still had her cheerful face
as always.

“Oh no!  I didn’t!  You won’t tell Akane will you?”  Ranma was fearing
his life should she find out.

“Hrm?  I didn’t know you thought like that about me...”

“I don’t!  I mean, Akane...please, not a word to Akane, ok?”

“It’ll be our secret.  Well I have to get up and make breakfast, ok?”
Without waiting for an answer she got out of bed, pulled her underwear
up and began to dress.  In a few moments, she was out the door.

“Oh man, what have I done?”  Without another moment of thought he too
put on his clothes and escaped the bedroom.

Perhaps it was too soon or too late, for when he closed the door behind
him, Akane came out of her room and noticed his exit.

“What were you doing in Kasumi’s room?”  Akane’s was becoming
inquisitive, but no suspicions came to mind.  After all, Kasumi was a
decent woman.

“Oh, umm...umm...I uh...I was just getting something for her.  She’s
busy with breakfast.  Ya, that’s it.”  Ranma was so nervous he couldn’t
talk straight.

Giving Ranma a wierd look, she just dismissed it and went downstairs.
It was too early to be fighting with him anyways.

After she was gone, Ranma let out a loud sigh.  “That was close.”

A couple weeks later, their secret was still hidden.  One day, Ranma
went to the bathroom looking for a warm shower to change back into a
guy.  On the counter lay a pregnancy test.

“What’s this?  A pregnancy test?”  Ranma examined it closer.  “It’s
pink.  I wonder what that means.”

Just then, Akane came walking in (as always, forgetting to knock on the
door).  “What’s that, Ranma?”





Scenario B:  NUMBERS 999 AND 1

He had woken up, but in a room he had never seen before.  There were
several love letters and such on the walls, but they were too far away
for Ranma to make out the names.  Nobody was in the bed, thank god.  But
now he heard a running shower from next door he hadn’t noticed before.

<I better get out of here.>  Ranma was concerned.  He hadn’t been home
all night and everyone must have been worried about him.  When he sat
up, he realized something was funny.  He looked down and surely enough,
he was a she.  <I’m a girl now?  How’d that happen?  Oh man, I really
better get home.>

After looking around for his clothes, he finally finds them scattered on
the other side of the bed.  As he was just about finished getting them
on, someone appeared at the door, wearing bikini underwear and a towel
being used to dry hair.

“Oh, you’re still here.  You know, you were my 999th, but last night you
were my first.”  It was a while since Ranma seen him, but he definately
knew who it was.  “You know last night, we were the true golden pair...”





Scenario C:  SEX SLAVE

As he slowly opened his eyes, he was shocked.  Nabiki?  He threw off the
covers and found her as well as his own person absent of clothing of any
kind.

Nabiki woke too, and grabbed Ranma.  “You know something last night.
You know, you owe me a lot for last night...”

Ranma was too shocked to say anything.

“...and I know just how you’re gonna do that.”  Nabiki pulled Ranma
closer.

He was still unable to move, but he was able to mumble out, “What are
you doing?  What about Akane?”

“You don’t want her to know do you?  Well you better do as I say, or
she’ll have you dead.”

Once Nabiki got him ready, she mounted her wild horse and began moaning,
“You’re a tiger.  You’re a tiger.  You are a tiger!”





Scenario D:  BOBBIT II?


The room was filled with a bunch of stupid stuff.  <Now who would want
all this junk.>

“Oh, you’re awake!”  That annoying voice was something Ranma would
always remember.  Asuza.

“Asuza!  What am I doing here?!?”  It was more of a question for himself
than it was for her.

“Francis!  You have Beatrice!  Give me Beatrice!”

Now Ranma was confused.  “Who’s Francis and Beatrice?”  There was a tug
at his lower extremeties that made him aware of who exactly Beatrice
was.

Ranma jumped out of the bed shouting.  “Now cut that out!”

“Beatrice!  I want Beatrice!”

That was enough for Ranma.  He sprinted out the bedroom, down the hall,
out the door, and through the street, not caring that he was naked.
Unfortunately for him, Asuza was close at his heels with a butcher knife
screaming, “I want Beatrice!”



Ok.  Send me the flames!  I’m prepared, I got one of those cool
firefighter suits on.  ^_^