I don't own Ranma and co. and I don't make money from writing any associated fanfics.

I just use them for my own pleasure.

I'll return them when I don't need them anymore.




TrueBlue Part Two
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by: Felipe
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"Pig tailed girl! You have come to me at last!"

Ranma paused in shock, like a deer transfixed on an oncoming car's
headlights. That was all I needed. Before he could react I dived in,
arms outstretched. I grabbed his breasts and started to slowly
knead them in my eager hands.

I shivered in excitement.

They felt so soft and yet at the same time I could feel the
unyielding muscles that started to tense underneath them. I felt
myself becoming unbearably hard as I squeezed his breasts with
rapidly increasing pressure.

He was so beautiful in this form. The body of a goddess and hair
the color eternal flame that embodied his fierce personality.

Mark my words. One day I'll make him scream...

When I make him feel every inch of my superior being, he will scream from the very depths of his soul...

But today, I kept up with the act. For the sake of appearances...

"Kuno! Get the FUCK offa me!" Ranma screamed. His deep blue eyes
glared at me with undisguised hatred. I kept the smirk off my face
and looked at him with love and devotion.

"Pig tailed girl, today I bestow upon thee the privilege of
accompanying me on a date!."

"Fuck you and everything that you stand for Kuno! You know I won't
go out with you in a millio-aaaaaaaAAAAAARRRGH!"

The rest of the sentence was abruptly cut off by a shriek of
extreme pain as I squeezed the little slut's left breast with every
ounce of my strength.

It felt odd, but very pleasant, like a smooth, unsqueezable
sponge filled to the brim with water straining to get out.

I wondered if Nabiki's were as big as his.

Ranma's were certainly a handful.

And the expression on his face was delightful! An intoxicating
cocktail of anger, hate, disgust and pain that thrilled me to the
very core.

But there was something else.

Something that I've never seen before.

Something that I thought Ranma Saotome didn't even grasp the concept of.

Fear.

I saw it.

All half a second of it.

Amazed beyond words, I stood there mesmerised, watching the absolute
terror fleetingly pass across his beautiful face.

He didn't even cry out or make a sound. He wouldn't give me the satisfaction.

I knew no one else saw it...

But he knew, that for a moment...

I was IN CONTROL.

Complete control. And he was not.

That new experience must have been quite a shock to his system.

But a quickly as it appeared, the fear and the pain vanished from
his eyes, leaving only smouldering anger and hate.

My arms went numb from the nerve strikes and I felt a delicious explosion of pain as I was hurled back with tremendous force into a brick wall.

I laid there, eyes closed, and waited for the little cunt's next
move.

For several moments nothing but silence came. Curiosity got the
better of me as I allowed my eyes to open but a crack, maintaining
the illusion of unconsciousness.

Ranma was slowly backing away from my form. Taking small, careful
steps, he held a defensive stance, never taking his eyes away from
me.

He reminded me of a frightened rabbit, ready to bolt at any sudden
movement.

In our past battles, when he defeated me, he always turned his back
and walked away without a care in the world.

But not today.

The whole scene gave me the distinct impression that he was seeing
something clearly for the first time.

I tried to keep from shaking with silent laughter at his utter
stupidity.

I observed Akane approach the martial artist. "Hey baka, what
happened?"

"N-Nuthin'. Same old crap with dickhead-sempai."

"Well did you have to hit him that hard? Look at him..."

Ranma had a disgusted look on his face. "You'd smack him just as hard
if he grabbed your chest!" Wincing, he gently probed the abused area.

"Are you okay?" Akane asked in a soft, concerned voice.

Ranma immediately erased any show of weakness. "Hey, it's nuthin'.
Kuno's nuthin'. He's harmless. C'mon, let's get out of here."

The little whore cast one last wary look at my direction, before they left.

"He's harmless..." I heard him murmur, as if trying to convince himself.

I lay there on the ground, smiling.

Gazing up at the endless blue.


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"Welcome home master Kuno."

I handed Sasuke my coat and my things before trudging
wearily up the darkened staircase.

Pausing, I spoke without turning around. "I trust that there were no problems today."  I stated.

"Yes master Kuno. Nothing is amiss."

"Good."

I dismissed Sasuke, who once again disappeared without a trace into
the shadows. I continued onward, blissfully recalling Ranma's moment
of total helplessness, as I replayed today's events in my mind.

What Ranma saw, as he looked into my eyes, was the truth.

The truth about me. Though a minuscule part of it.

That is what caused the fear inside him.

I must never again allow it to be revealed...

Until the right time comes.

I stopped as I sensed a form standing further ahead in the corridor.

The windows were open. The wind blew the light curtains around the
hallway and gently whistled in my ears, making my surroundings seem
oddly surreal.

I peered into the darkness, as my eyes slowly adjusted in the gloom.

I saw long flowing tresses, an almost transparent white nightgown,
a lithely muscled body.

A vision of loveliness.

My dear, sweet sister.

She stood there, at the far end of the corridor.

Slowly breathing.

With eyes that glittered with intensity.

Looking clearly into my very soul.

Without a word or making a sound, my sister slowly turned and
padded lightly into her quarters.


Then I followed her with no hesitation.



End Part Two.
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