LIME CAUTION: This story is rated 'lime' for some dodgy adult imagery and
events near the end of the text.

More to follow, and yes, I haven't forgotten that there was supposed to be
a main story behind this side story ;-P

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Training Kuno (A YARTS side story)

INTERLUDE

  Kuno saw a pair of feet, in a practical pair of shoes suitable for
school.  As his, slightly blurred, vision worked it's way upwards he saw
a pair of shapely legs, a school skirt, blouse and ... "Good afternoon
Nabiki."

  Nabiki looked down at the strangely contorted figure embedded in the
hard ground.  "Been fighting Ranma again?" She asked innocently.
Conveniently forgetting the money she had just collected from those
foolish enough to bet on Kuno.

  "That coward!  His sorcerly tricks will avail him naught against a true
warrior!" Kuno declared, sitting up abruptly.

  "Ah-Hum" Nabiki said, in what could charitably be interpreted as
agreement.  She made a mental note to branch out into betting on elapsed
time before Kuno's defeat.  Perhaps also a betting pool on when he would
first get a broken bone.  "Next lesson tonight, Kuno dear?"

LESSON 3 - Party games.

  Nabiki made her way to the small tea room, it wasn't hard to find - the
wrong open doors shut as she approached them, and the right ones opened.
On the low table in the centre of the room a simple note was left.  In
elegant flowing characters it read, "Master Kuno will join you shortly,
please take a place."

  As she took her position Tatewaki Kuno made his entrance and Nabiki
suppressed a small gasp of shock.

  "Does it meet your approval?" Kuno asked. "I have added a few items to
my wardrobe since our last meeting." Kuno was in sharply pressed navy blue
trousers and his matching silk jacket had a hand embroidered design.  The
right side had a stylised thunder-storm (with blue lightning of course)
while the clouds continued across the top on left side.  On the left
breast of the suit 'Tatewaki Kuno' was picked out in understated
lettering, below that and even smaller was the designer's name.

  Nabiki recognised the name, and wondered just how _much_ Yen it had
taken for Kuno to override the designers fine aesthetic sensibilities.
There was no doubt the effect was striking - but then so is a traffic
accident.  Still, as one of her favourite sayings went, 'money is it's own
reward'.

  "Ah, my apologies, I see you are overcome by my magnificence."  Kuno
said, already planning to see what effect it would have on his true loves.
"Would you care for some tea?"

  A single red rose in a delicate glass vase now stood in the centre of
the table, and an antique tea set had appeared.

  "I think I will, thanks Kuno baby." Nabiki replied, keeping her other
questions buried.

  In a rare moment of perception, Kuno explained. "We have people* for
this sort of thing."

  [* - 'Person' might have been more technically accurate ^_^ ]

  In a moment of distraction, a couple of items disappeared and Nabiki
heard the green tea being infused into the water with the aid of the
traditional brush.

  "May I ask what you have planned for this evening?" Kuno asked.

  "Hmm?" Nabiki said, somewhat distracted. "Oh, right.  Well I think I
know what your problem is Kuno dearest." Nabiki said with just the
slightest overemphasis on 'dearest'.

  Kuno bristled slightly at the idea that he could have 'problems'.

  "You're just a little intense, up-tight and obsessive." Nabiki
explained.

  Kuno stood up, offended, "If you mean I'm don't take the affairs of true
love lightly then I must accept your charges." Kuno continued with a
dramatic glint in his eyes, the thunderbolt on his jacket catching the
evening sunlight as he moved. "I am _guilty_, guilty of being true to my
loves!!" (Ominous rumble of distant thunder).  "And I pray that no one
will ever be able to find me innocent of your accusations!"

  "Kuno baby, sit down and drink your tea." Nabiki said soothingly.  She
took a sip from the cup that had been placed before her. "I just have a
training game or two in mind."

  Later in the Kuno's gymnasium / training room. "Why have you just blind-
folded me?" He asked.

  "There's a simple explanation," came a nearby voice, "but I'm not going
to give it to you.  Don't you trust your teacher, Kuno baby?"

  At Nabiki's insistence Kuno had changed to his school sports clothes
and was so wearing just a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, giving a pretty
good view of his well toned body.

  "This is a game of skill and restraint - you have to touch me, or catch
me _gently_ without taking off the blind fold.  You forfeit the game if
you're clumsy, so be careful."  Nabiki explained, "You could probably use
the practice for blind-fighting anyway."

  Kuno tilted his head, as he circled to get a clear idea of where her
voice was coming from.   "I strike!" He cried and made a wild grab into
the darkness - connecting with some fabric covering something soft.

  "Hey!" complained Nabiki, jumping back. "Time out! I wasn't ready and if
you hadn't been stupid enough to announce your move I could have been hurt
by that."

  "I'm sorry, teacher." Kuno apologised, his manner slipping back into the
long ago time when his kendo sensei still had much to teach him.  "First
point to me though?"

  "Maybe," Nabiki continued - from a little further away, "but the tag
doesn't count unless you can tell me what you touched."

  "Err, your arm?"

  "Kuno, _dear_, you must pay closer attention - the shirt I'm wearing
doesn't have sleeves.  First penalty point, keep your right hand behind
your back from now on." Nabiki ruled.  "Now continue!"

  Kuno moved quietly, barefoot, across the large room to where he had last
heard Nabiki speak and reached out swiftly with his left hand... finding
nothing.

  "Nabiki? Where are you?" he asked plaintively but she did not give her
position away by saying anything.  "How can I find you if you won't talk?"

  "Time out!  Really Kuno, I thought you were supposed to be skilled,
relax and take a deep breath." Nabiki suggested. "Smell anything?"

  Kuno concentrated, he could smell a hint of stale sweat from earlier,
more conventional, training sessions; The special oils used to keep the
wooden floor in condition; A hint of perfume (possibly scented shampoo);
And something he didn't quite recognise.

  "Now," Nabiki's voice came from close to him, "hold your breath, calm
your heart and listen."

  Kuno listened, his heart seemed too loud in his chest but in time he
could hear a faint rustling sound from Nabiki's shorts and the slightest
sounds from her bare feet as she walked very softly around him.

  "Think you have a better chance now, Kuno dear?" Nabiki continued from a
safe distance. "Count to 10, loudly, then continue."

  "... 8, 9 and 10!" Kuno finished, then listened carefully ...

  ... it was some time before he heard the first sounds, strangely the
footsteps seemed relatively loud.  Maybe Nabiki wanted to be caught? he
wondered.  The footsteps appeared to be getting closer - he readied
himself and lunged.  Careful to put speed, but not force, behind his
movements and ready to stop the moment he caught her with his left hand...
that passed through empty air.  A faint breeze indicated her passing, she
had jumped straight over his head!, Kuno realised, he had no idea Nabiki
was also a martial artist.  Even as the faint slap of her feet against the
floor pin-pointed her landing point Kuno had spun and grabbed her from
behind wrapping his long left arm over her upper torso.  _This_ time he
had no doubt of what he was touching, the thin fabric covering her breasts
also left in little doubt the fact that she was not wearing a bra.

  "An interesting training method, brother, but perhaps you want the gym
to yourself - and your friend - this evening."

  "S-Sister?" Kuno gasped, realising at that point that the perfume from
the body pressed against him was _not_ that he had smelt from Nabiki.

  "Yes, and perhaps you would want to let go now?" Kodachi continued.

  Kuno let go as abruptly as if he had been burned, across the room Nabiki
couldn't restrain her giggles any longer.

  "A good try, but you didn't _quite_ get the right target.  Second
penalty point, use of both hands disallowed." Nabiki declared as Kodachi
left the room.

  Kuno headed determinedly towards Nabiki's position.  Was he not
undefeated?  Was he not the Blue Thunder of Furinkan High? No matter how
unusual the competition - he would triumph! Even with no hands at all!
For once Kuno had managed to keep his monologue internal, the better to
hear if Nabiki tried moving to make her escape.  The hall was absolutely
silent as he came closer - he thought he could smell her perfume, almost
sense her presence.  That other smell, he had failed to identify earlier,
was stronger as well.  Then there was a slight creak from the somewhere on
the climbing bars that covered the wall.  Clever! He thought. She must
have thought to escape upwards, but poor maintenance of the structure had
given her away.

  Kuno made his move quickly, without hands he could not climb - he just
had to hope she was still in reach.  He quickly moved forward and pressed
his face towards the wall where he hoped she was ... and was rewarded by
a warm, soft landing instead of the wooden bar / brick wall he had been
half expecting.

  *Gasp* Nabiki, trapped, hung from the wall where Kuno had finally caught
up with her.  "You've got me, Kuno darling, but for the point - where are
you touching me?"

  Kuno considered, his face was touching bare skin, and there was a
scattering of curly hair tickled his mouth and chin where her body curved
away from him.  He realised that her legs must be what was pressing on to
his torso - the knees sticking into his sides.

  "Nabiki! You're, you're ..." he said, shocked (and slightly muffled).

  "Yes? My what?"

  "You're naked!" He finished, ripping the blindfold off and stepping
back.

  "So I am," she admitted - not really being in a position to deny it,
handing from the climbing bars with her back to the wall. "But that was
not the answer I was looking for.  I'm afraid you lose the game."

  "But how?" Kuno asked, as Nabiki dropped lightly to the floor.

  "I stripped when you were counting, I thought it made the game a little
more interesting, didn't it Kuno baby?" Nabiki said with a smile.

  Kuno turned pale as another thought occurred to him, "That was _before_
my sister came in!"

  "Cheer up Kuno," Nabiki said, slapping him on the shoulder, "She seemed
cool about it.  Kept quiet when I put my finger to my lips as well. And
hey! Haven't you noticed?"

  "Noticed what?" Kuno wondered out loud.

  "You're in a room with a naked girl, you've just practically had your
face in her cunt and you haven't got a nose bleed." Nabiki explained,
smugly. "I'd say the training has been a success."

  "My face ... your ..." - Kuno's brain ground to a halt and he froze in
position.

  "Oh well," Nabiki said to herself, poking Kuno to check for signs of
life. "I guess that's plenty for one lesson.  Hope you remember to
breathe!"

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