Hi again!
In the spirit of my first submission, I present... my SECOND submission! 
Domo arigato to everyone who responded to my first story, Kuno's Choice.

Specifically :
Andrew Petalik (Ryougasai)
Sam Vilsmeier (Psycho Sam)
- who suggested a sequel.

as well as :
Lucres Annuites
Jerico Mele
Jiro Maeda
Beky neRichard
Starfrog
David Johnson

and also :
Gary Kleppe
- who wondered what Kuno was up to, and why Nabs wouldn't try something 
sneaky ^_^.

(yeah, that's right! If you write me C&C, I'll thank you by name! Hint, 
hint!)

And now... Nabiki's Move!
(please remember - some of you asked for this ^_^)

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                                   NABIKI�S MOVE                                
                  by Morgan Hudson (dataraven_659@hotmail.com)

OBLIGATORY DISCLAIMER : As if you didn't know, Ranma 1/2 is the creation of Rumiko Takahashi. 
It is currently owned by Viz Video and Viz Comics, as well as Kitty Video in Japan. All of 
the characters here are copyrighted, trademarked, and completely NOT MINE. I am protected only 
by the fact that Takahashi-sama is FAR too nice a person to sue me.^_^
	

	"NEVER Ranma Saotome!" Tatewaki Kuno lifted his bokken yet again, staggering back 
as his opponent unleashed a hail of lightning fast blows, some of which even connected. 
"The Blue Thunder of Furinkan shall NEVER admit defeat!"
	Leaning back against the chain link fence, Akane Tendo sighed and glanced at the 
school clock. At this rate, they were going to be late for class... again. If Kuno weren�t 
better at fighting his father then he was at fighting Ranma, the crazy old principal would 
have had all their hair by now. 
	SPLASH!
	"Heh! You�re all wet, Kuno!"
	Akane blinked. For once, someone other than Ranma had gotten doused. That almost 
seemed... wrong, somehow.
	"You will address me... as SEMPAI!" Kuno bellowed, and the fight continued. 
	Someone sighed behind her. "Boys will be boys, eh, Akane?"
	Akane nearly jumped out of her shoes. "NABIKI! You shouldn�t sneak up on people 
like that!"
	Her older sister smirked mischievously. "Well excuse ME for thinking I wouldn�t 
be able to sneak up on a master martial artist like my baby sister!" With a look of 
calculated disdain, Nabiki watched as Kuno and Ranma battled back and forth. "So Akane," 
she said, never taking her eyes off the swordsman, "do you want me to take care of Kuno 
for you?"
	"What do you mean, Nabiki?"
	Nabiki shrugged. "I�m just saying I think I know a way to cure Kuno of this 
stupid obsession he has for you."
	Akane was skeptical. "How much?"
	"Two yen," Nabiki said, and smiled secretively.
	"TWO YEN? Only TWO? Why?"
	Again the secretive smile. "I�m feeling generous today. And we can�t very well have 
word getting around that Nabiki Tendo works for free, now can we?"
	Akane paid up. She HAD to know what this "cure" of Nabiki�s was, even if there was 
no way it could ever work.
**********
	The note had been waiting for him in his shoe locker. Careful not to draw attention 
to himself as the teacher droned on, Tatewaki unfolded it and read the words once again. 
	TO TATEWAKI KUNO, ALSO CALLED BLUE THUNDER :
		PLEASE COME TO THE SECOND FIELD OF FURINKAN HIGH SCHOOL AT 5:36 PM 
FOR A CONFRONTATION.
	There was no signature, and he couldn�t identify the handwriting. Well, if this 
mysterious challenger thought Tatewaki Kuno one to turn down a duel, they thought wrongly, 
indeed!
**********
	The second field of Furinkan High School was the most desolate and isolated place in 
all of Nerima. A fitting place, thought Kuno, for a duel. The mottled light of the setting 
sun cast eerie shadows over the freshly cut grass, and cast a rosy glow over everything. He 
had to give his mysterious challenger credit : the man had admirable aesthetic taste. 
	"Tatewaki Kuno."
	He turned to face his opponent. "Nabiki Tendo?"
	Indeed, it was she, fists clenched at her sides and jaw set fiercely. Her school 
dress fluttered silently in the breeze as she matched his steely gaze with one of her own.
	Tatewaki Kuno chuckled and put away his bokken. "Truly, Nabiki Tendo, thou art 
sure no craven to face one such as the Blue Thunder. However, I shall not battle an 
unarmed and defenseless maiden such as thyself."
	"I never said I was going to fight you, Kuno. Just confront you."
	"Confront... ME?" Despite himself, Kuno stepped backwards. Sensing his weakness, 
Nabiki began to advance, which forced him back even further.
	"That�s right, Kuno. I�m sick and tired of you and your fighting, and your speeches, 
and I�m ESPECIALLY sick of you hounding Akane." Kuno bumped into something, and realized he 
had backed into a lone cherry tree. Undaunted, Nabiki continued her advance. "You and all 
your Shakespeare, and poetry, and declarations of love. You know what I think, Kuno? I think 
you�re full of hot air."
	"What did you say?" She was standing VERY close to him now, glaring fiercely up at 
him with her deep brown eyes. His pulse was racing, and he felt as if he had been doused with 
ice water. Why was he so afraid? Nabiki Tendo couldn�t hurt him... could she?
	"I think you�re full of it, Kuno-chan. I think you don�t even know what love is. I 
think the only reason you chase after girls is because you�ve never had one." Nabiki paused 
for a moment, her breath coming in gasps as if she suddenly couldn�t get enough air. Here 
it was : the point of no return. "And I think," she added shakily, "you need to be kissed 
very badly."
	Kuno opened his mouth to say something, and she quickly pressed hers against it. It 
was hard to say who was the more surprised : Kuno�s eyes bulged almost as wide as Nabiki�s. 
After a few seconds, Nabiki realized she had made a grave error. In stretching up on tiptoe to 
reach Kuno�s lips she had left herself badly off-balance. Yes, she told herself, that was why 
she was pressing against him like that : balance.
	Kuno hasn�t blinked in nearly a minute. Clearly, he told himself, Nabiki Tendo had 
somehow slipped on the wet grass, and fallen. He had best support her, he thought, as his arms 
slipped around her waist, lest she fall further and injure herself. Yes, that was it : support. 
	A few more seconds later, Nabiki Tendo must have regained her balance, as their lips 
parted. 
	"Well," said Nabiki in her usual businesslike tone, "it seems I owe Akane her money 
back. That obviously had no effect at all."
	"Indeed," Kuno responded calmly, "none whatsoever."
**********
	Nabiki went straight home and locked herself in her room. Knees shaking, she sat in the 
corner and closed her eyes, trying not to think about piercing blue eyes, chiseled features, and 
surprisingly soft lips. She tried not to think of the warmth of his breath on her, the firm and 
yet gentle grip of his hands on the small of her back. She DEFINITELY tried not to imagine those 
hands moving elsewhere... but she had little success.
	"Sure," she groaned to nobody in particular, "no effect at all."
**********
	Across town, Tatewaki Kuno lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling. He had tried to 
focus in his precious pictures of the delicate Akane and the robust pig-tailed girl, but his 
mind kept wandering to other things : the taste of cherry lip gloss, the faint scent of lilacs 
that still clung elusively to him, and the soft, warm body that had pressed against him so 
delicately. 
	Tatewaki Kuno lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling, and imagined he was still 
in the field, kissing her.
	"Of a certainty," he muttered, "none whatsoever."
        
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