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New Experiences
As he had done for the past few months, Genma woke up. And as he had done
for the past few months, he prepared to throw Ranma out the window, as was
his usual morning challange. However, when he looked over, Ranma was nowhere
to be found. Figuring that he was training by himself, Genma made his way
outside.
After leaving the house into the brisk morning, Genma heard some talking in
the Dojo. That that too wasn't that surprising (you get used to unannounced
visitors after the 20th challanger). What WAS surprising what what the
voices were saying.
"Come on Ranma, as your fiancee, I deserve this."
"Geez Akane, you know how I feel about this. What if I hurt you or
something."
"Scheesh, I know it's going to hurt. It's not like I've done it that much. I
don't care though. How am I supposed to get better if I never practice with
you."
*That Ranma and... Akane? Not fighting??? I should get Tendo and... nah, he
doesn't like getting up anyways. And if Ranma started to train Akane, so
much the better. She needs some serious work. Better to let things go
naturally, at least this time.*
Genma turned around and headed back to the house, the muffled sounds of
heavy exertion fading in the background.
**********
Kasumi mentally flipped through her list of recepies to cook for dinner
tonight. She took particular thought of some good recipies that used fruit,
as there was a big discount at the store today, and she bought a few bags of
them. She slowed her approach to the kitchen though when she heard Akane
speaking.
"Just you wait Ranma, I'm going to do something special for you today."
*Akane, cooking in the kitchen again. Poor Ranma. I guess I should try to do
some damage control.*
"Are you sure about this Akane? I mean, I don't think lemons are supposed to
be used this way... And what are you doing with those limes?"
*Oh, Ranma's in there too, in girl form? I guess cooking is "unmanly" and
all. It's nice to see Ranma trying to help out Akane in the kitchen, for all
the good it will do.*
"Relax Ranma. I might not be as good a cook in general as you, but I still
know a few tricks with fruit that you probably never even considered."
Kasumi silently snuck away, the voices fading in the background.
**********
"Don't just shove it in!"
Nabiki put down her notebook, and stopped to listen at the wall adjacent to
Akane's room.
"Why not, didn't we get it all in last time?"
"It was a tight fit though. What if we hurt something in the process. I
mean, everything there is kind of important for our future."
"I guess. Well, what do YOU recommend I do then."
"I don't know. I haven't had much experiece with this, unlike you."
"Hey! What do you mean?"
"Well, you did travel all those years with your father. I'm sure you've had
plenty of experiece doing this."
"We might have gone to a lot of places, but I actually never did this. Pops
was the one who did it all the time, and I never saw him. I mean, I would
fall asleep one night, and the next morning, pops was there, wide awake and
we were all set and ready to move out. I never actually saw him do it."
"Really. Well, why don't we try doing it slowly. That way we'll make sure we
don't miss anything."
*Hmm, Ranma and Akane are packing, and going to elope? I bet Shampoo, Ukyou,
and Kodachi would be interested in this. Hmph, I could probably even sell
this information to Dad and Saotome. Those two are so clueless some
times...*
Nabiki walked off to make some rather profitable, or at least fun, phone
calls. As she walked away, she heard some loud rustling coming from Akane's
room.
**********
"You know Ranma, I was right, this time was better than this morning in the
Dojo," Akane said while putting her panties back on.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Still, what you did to me in the kitchen was
kinky. I don't think I'll ever look at fruit the same way again," Ranma
replied, rebuttoning his shirt.
"Maybe. You didn't seem to mind at the time," retorted Akane, as she
finished putting on her dress.
A brief smile crossed Ranma's face. Rather than acknowledge it though, he
quickly changed the subject. "You know though, I wonder why nobody
inturrupted us. I mean, we weren't exactly quiet about what we were doing,
and our families don't exactly know the word 'privacy,'" Ranma mused,
remembering the incident after the ice skating fight.
"That's a good question."
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(The almost mandatory) Author's Notes:
Okay, so my timing really stunk. I was trying to reverse that cliche "Ranma
and Akane are doing something 'normal,' but everyone thinks they are doing
something sick."
I was hoping to do it after the next spamfic of that type came out, but
after the whiplash the last poster of a fic like that got, I thought that
the cliche was dying on its own. Despite that, I maintained hope that
someone would post a spamfic like that... It never happened though, and I
finally lost patients.
Oh well, at least I finally posted SOMETHING on the FFML...