Kirika Cleans House
A Ranma1/2/Noir Crossover/Spamfic/Parody/Fanservice
By KPJAM



Ranma sat under the bridge, another fight with the Tendo's and Genma had
driven him to some much needed privacy.

He looked up as a battle flowed in front of him.  Four men were chasing a
girl, guns drawn and firing.  She leapt into the canal, about five feet from
him.  He was astonished by the leap, and grace this girl possessed.

"She must be a martial artist," he said softly to himself, before bounding
up intent on saving the frail looking girl with black hair.

Before he could move or yell out, the girl sprang up, firing off shot after
shot at the oncoming men, downing three of the four.

Her gun jammed before the fourth could be taken down.  She threw it on the
ground, as the man leapt at her.

Ranma watched in admiration as she ducked below a punch and came up behind
her assailant and produced a long needle.  He heard the sickening crunch of
flesh and bone as she drove it into the man's spinal cord.

He walked up to the girl who was barely breathing hard.  "You're awesome."

She looked over at him, giving him the 'glare of death', something he
remembered well from when Shampoo hated him, during the "Reversal Jewel"
incident.

"Hi.  I'm Ranma Saotome, Nice to meet you."  He extended his hand
cautiously, careful not to make any sudden movements, lest he enrage the
savage little girl, yet.

She looked at him quizzically for a moment, then took the offered hand and
lightly shook it.  Her hands were calloused but frail, dainty even, a weird
contrast.

Her eyes softened, the burning red turning to a normal black, and he blurted
out, "You're cute."

She blushed slightly, not saying anything for a moment before quickly
removing her hand from his.

"I'm Kirika Yuumura."

"So are you safe now?"

"I don't know."

"Where do you live?"

"France.  I'm staying at a hotel while I visit Japan."

"Why were those people chasing you?"

"It's a long story... And I'd rather not say."

"You could stay with the family I'm staying with."

"I just killed four men.  Why would you take me into your friends' house?"

"They were trying to kill you, you were just defending yourself."

"No. I couldn't impose."

"Why?"  Ranma asked, he didn't notice how cute she looked right now, no he
didn't.

"It would be too dangerous."

"Heh.  Like there's anything I need to be afraid off," Ranma boasted.

"How many people have you killed?" she asked sarcastically.

"Just a god.  Well a demi-god really.  Then there was a guy who was the
descendant of a dragon or something like that.  The...."  Ranma prattled off
all his exploits, something the readers are no longer interested in.

They spent the next few hours discussing their various histories.  Anyone
reading this who doesn't know them, go watch more anime.


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The walked together towards the Tendo Dojo, chatting amiable.

"It really doesn't bother you that I'm a killer?" she asked incredulously.

"Naw.  I live with a violent-tomboy.  My best friend, Ryoga, is homicidal.
There's Mousse, who's always trying to kill me.  I'm a martial-artist, I
spend a good portion of each day beating-up someone or getting beat up by a
bunch of lunatic girls."  He smiled at Kirika, trying to show his lack of
concern about her hobby.

Besides, a little girl like this wouldn't be trouble compared to what he
went through on a daily basis.

"Hell, it's probably safer to be around you than the others," he quipped.

He watched her smile in response, noticing how it made him feel better,
happy, like Akane's used to make him feel.  He knew she had some moves, and
was quick.  She seemed like she just lacked any real training.

"Hey, you said you don't know any martial arts, right?"

She lowered her head shyly, mumbling out, "yeah."

"Ah, that's okay.  I'll teach you the art, that way maybe you can control
yourself and you can knock people out, without having to kill them."  He
said excitedly.

"Formal training might be helpful," she said softly.

Ranma found himself drawn into her unassuming manner and shy personality.
It was hard to imagine this was the same girl he saw decimating those four
men early.  She had been so poised and collected, sure of herself, and
lethal.

They approached the front gate, Ranma opened it and waited for Kirika to
pass first.

"Don't forget, don't eat anything Akane cooks, never make a deal with
Nabiki, Kasumi's okay, and don't listen to anything old man Tendo or my
stupid pop's say."

"Okay," Kirika responded nervously.  "Are you sure this will be okay?"

"Yeah, sure.  You can bunk out in the dojo with me.  It's a martial artist's
duty to help protect people," Ranma said cheerily as he opened the front
door and removed his shoes as he yelled out a greeting.

They entered to see everyone eating.

"Welcome back, Ranma.  Who's your little friend?"

"This is Kirika Yuumura.  She had a little trouble with people trying to
kill her, so I told her she could crash here until we figure out how to get
the people after her to stop."

"How nice," Kasumi replied.

"How manly of you Ranma," Nadoka proclaimed.

Ranma blushed at the words from his mother, noticing the questioning look
Kirika was directing at him.

Akane noticed the look and started to seethe, she knew he had been out
womanizing, and he had brought home proof this time.

"That's a very nice sentiment, Ranma.  However, we have to take into account
the cost of you, your parents, and the occasional visiting perverted master.
Besides, where would we put her?"

"Nabiki," Soun admonished his daughter.

"I can pay," Kirika spoke up.

"That still doesn't settle where she's going to sleep?" Nabiki questioned
the room.

"Not with me!"  Akane crossed her arms, daring for anyone to answer her.

"That's settled", Ranma said happily.  "She can stay in the dojo with me."

"Oh! My manly son!"

"NO!" Akane jumped up, intending to mallet Ranma who instinctively ran.

His path led him coincidently behind Kirika.  The girl's eyes widened as
Akane bore down on her, intent on catching her erstwhile fiance.

Kirika nonchalantly side-stepped the girl, while sticking out her leg.
Akane in her haste to deliver righteous female retribution failed to notice
the obstacle, tripped over the outstretched limb and face-faulted into the
wall.  A nice pattern of stars circled her head as Mr. Sandman paid her a
visit.

"Sorry, I tried to get out of the way."  Kirika said wile rushing over to
help the unconscious girl, flashing a quick smile and wink to Ranma, who
twitched in response to the uncharacteristic save.

"Oh My!"  Kasumi hurried to give aid to her youngest sister.

"Well, I'm hungry.  Let's eat."  Ranma said, running to the table and eating
what he could before his father finished dinner for him.


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Ranma and Kirika were in the dojo sparring.  Ranma was dodging around Kirika
's strikes, occasionally saying the occasional word of inspiration to drive
her to greater achievements.

"Come on slow-poke.  That jab should have been higher."
"Geez, I can't believe you're not dead yet, as slow as you are."

Kirika only grinned as she continued in her efforts to strike Ranma.  Whilw
the two continued to spar, Akane walked into the dojo and watched the two
for a while.

Watching as they sparred, she noticed that Ranma was treating her as badly
as he did her in their "sparring" sessions. That jerk.  She failed to notice
how much faster Ranma was moving to be capable of dodging Kirika than with
her. Then again, considering how he was still so far ahead of her that he
could afford to act like that helped to cement in her eyes what she did
notice. And all that she was noticing was that Ranma was giving her the same
general treatment he gave her and decided to offer to give the girl a REAL
workout. Getting their attention, she asked to spar with the girl.

"Fine, you can spar with her if you want.  Is that okay Kirika?"

"Sure."

Akane moved to the center of the dojo and got into a ready stance.  She
watched as Kirika stood across from her, taking up a stance and looking
questioning at Ranma.

"Perfect."  Ranma smiled at the girl and Akane went ballistic, wondering
when the last time he smiled at her was.

"Fight," Ranma yelled, starting the fight.

Akane wasted no time attacking.  The fight was short and sweet, with Akane
charging in blindly and Kirika slipping around the girl, hitting her in
vulnerable places until the girl was out.

"Oh, well, better get her inside," Ranma said.  He gently picked-up the girl
and carried her inside.  He alerted Kasumi and she dressed Akane's wounds
and helped her to bed.

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Later, the two were laying on futons facing each other, they had been
talking for hours, Ranma doing most of the talking, relating story after
story of his exploits and foibles on the road.

The only light was the moon-light filtering through the windows in the dojo,
there faces were close together.  Ranma noticed how cute she looked in the
current lighting.  He could feel her hot breath on his face as an invisible
force was pulling him closer to her.

His breathing started to contract as he began to feel flush, faltering in
the telling of his story.  He saw her looking at him with those large brown
eyes, pleading eyes.  He was used to the hungry demanding eyes of his
fiances and felt himself wavering.

He was so close her face took up his entire view, and yet she inched closer,
slowly, every closer.

He could smell the light soap she had bathed in and started imagining the
lithe form under the cold shower, relaxing in the hot furo.

He didn't know what was happening to him as they were drawn ever closer.  He
felt a hunger he hadn't felt before, desire was rising in his loins as he
began to lightly tremble.

He couldn't take it any longer and flung himself away, turning quickly and
rolling over.

He continued to shake as he tried to force his body back to normalcy, the
intimacy of the moment broken, but definitely not forgotten.

"Is everything okay, Ranma?" he heard her soft frail voice ask.

"Yeah, it's nothing.  Let's just go to sleep."

"Okay."


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The next day, Sunday, and while Akane and Nabiki went out with their friends
and  associates.  Ranma stayed in the dojo, practicing and talking with
Kirika.

She was improving slightly, Ranma was now being forced to pay attention to
her attacks and not just her assets.

Suddenly, the dojo wall burst down and Shampoo entered.

"Nihao, Husband.  Shampoo brought too too delicious cold soup(insert generic
chinese cold soup dish) and wonderful vegetable tempura."



Both combatants stopped to stare at the Shampoo as she returned the stare.

"Who girl?"

"Ah.  This is Kirka."  Ranma answered nervously.

Ranma and Kirika frowned as the young girl calmly set her take-out box down
and removes two bonbori.  (The reader is encouraged not to wonder about
where she carried them.  Sub-space not exist for this fic and they can't be
concealed _on_ her body.  The author does wonder about certain places _in_
her body that they might be stored.)

"Shampoo kill any girl who get close to Ranma!"  Shampoo yelled as she
lunged to attacked Kirika.

Ranma interposed himself between the two women in an attempt to head off any
violence.  Kirika was nowhere near Shampoo's league yet.

Unfortunately for him, Mousse came crashing in at that moment.

"Ranma, how dare you play around with my Shampoo when you've got Aka..."
Mousse stops a second to adjust his glasses. "A new girl! Saotome, you
playboy!  Die enemy of women! I won't let you make Shampoo one of your
conquests!"

So saying, the blind-boy charged at Ranma in a bull rush.  Ranma had to move
to meet the blind-boy and hope that Kirika could hold her own for a few
minutes.

Both fights continued for a few moments, when Ranma kicked off Mousse, doing
a somersault in the air and landing on the other side of the two women.

Mousse was thrown against the Take-out box, breaking it open and
transforming into his cursed form.

Ranma was facing Shampoo's back, pressing Kirika hard.  Sensing an opening
Ranma ran into strike, only to catch a bonbori to the face.  He staggered
back into the wall, stunned and unconscious.  The shock caused Kirika to
falter, losing her concentration briefly.

Shampoo swung wickedly at the smaller girl.  Kirika tried to dodged, but
Shampoo connected with a glancing blow that knocked her atop Mousse, who was
almost free of his clothing.

Shampoo stalked the girl, bonbori raised triumphantly as Kirika slipped and
landed on her back in the bundle of clothe and spilled soup.

Shampoo, took her time, finally able to exert her superiority over a rival
and moved slowly.  "You, I killed!" she cried out, "Ahhhhhh.".

Kirika grasped onto a small string and trust it forward while dodging the
downward blow.  With all her might she showed the eye-glass string and the
duck  passenger into the Amazon's open mouth, crushing her windpipe in the
process.

Shampoo tried to holler in pain, but no breath was getting into her system.
She started to run around hysterically, clawing at the duck's wing which was
sticking out of her mouth but unable to get a hand-hold.

Kirika watched impassively as the Amazon and duck both met their demise
through asphyxiation.

"You, okay?" she heard Ranma ask.

"Yeah, I'm fine.  I'll go now."

She got to her feet and started heading towards the door when Ranma caught
her arm.

She spun to look at him, and ended up face to face with him, staring into
his blue eyes.

"Don't go," he whispered.


"I have to," she said morosely, "I told you all I do is kill."

"You didn't kill me."

"But weren't they your friends?" she said confused and hopeful.

"Ah, I like you way better than them.  Besides, Shi started it."

"But... but..."

"No buts."  Ranma walked over to the take-out box, and picked up the soup
dispenser.

Kirika watched him as he poured cold water on Shampoo and proceeded to bury
everything behind the dojo, hidden from view.


(The author has decide not explain the physics of a dead Shampoo turning
into a cat with a duck stuck in her throat)

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The evening proceeded as the previous had gone, everyone ate and then Ranma
continued to teach Kirika in the Dojo.  Akane came out to challenge Kirika
and performed even worse, Kirika easily avoiding and countering until the
younger girl exhausted herself and was knocked out.

Ranma and Kirika were laying on separate futons next to each other talking.
Ranma felt strangely comfortable with the small girl, not noticing the
proximity of their bodies until they were inches away.

The same thought and sensations began racing through Ranma's mind as he
noticed the subtle lessening of the distance between them.

The trembling began again, when Kirika moved.  It was so sudden he didn't
realize she had, or he had, but they were kissing.

His mind went blank to the world except for the sensation he was feeling.
Her mouth was soft and tantalizing.  After a moment when he began to relax
his lips automatically opened slightly, and something soft and slippery
penetrated his defenses.

He mumbled something, startled but relaxed instantly back into the kiss as
his arm wrapped around the top of her and pressed their bodies together.  He
could feel her smaller frame against his chest, her legs rubbing up against
his, as his manhood sprung to attention.

He wondered about the overwhelming feelings he had for this woman.  He
wanted to hold her as tight as possible, forcing her into him.

Suddenly he broke away again, scrambling away, frightened by the
implications of his feelings, of what it would do to his life and his honor
if he went any further.

He looked at her, fear on his face.  Fear of losing himself to the
overpowering sensations of being with this girl.

"What's wrong?" she asked with a trembling voice.

"I... I... I'm engaged," he said.

"Break it. Be with me.  I want to be with you," she pleaded.

"I can't.  It's about honor.  My honor," he said lamely.

"It's okay.  Maybe we can figure something out?" she said, trying to sound
hopeful.

"Yeah.  Maybe," he said sadly, not believing there was a way out.

"Let's go to sleep."

"Okay," she said, the sadness and longing he felt echoing in her voice.




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Nabiki crept silently down the stairs, or as silently as she could.  She had
searched the internet half the night, looking for information on Ms. Kirika
Yuumura.  She had hit the mother-load, she could sell this information for
millions in either cold hard Yen, or at least favors.

She made it to the phone and started dialing, the people she was calling had
people available at all hours, so the time didn't concern her, only how to
make the most out of the deal.

"Hello.  I don't have to give you a name.  Just arrange a place to meet."

She listened intently for a few moments before replying, "I have information
on a Kirika Yuumura."

"Yes, that will be fine.  I'll be there."  She hung-up with those words,
imagining all the yen she would collect tomorrow when she was struck over
the head.

Kirika watched as the Nabiki fell bonelessly to the ground, fear of being
found out precipitated her rash action.

"What's going on?"  She jumped when she heard the voice of Ranma behind her.

She quickly explained what had happened, to the concerned man, sure that
this would be the end of her relationship.

He didn't speak for a couple minutes before a look of determination crossed
his face.

"She always was an ice-bitch.  Go to the front door.  Can you make it seem
like someone tried to break in?"

"Yes."

"I'll take care of the rest.  Go to sleep and pretend like that's all we
were doing tonight."

She nodded and walked quietly towards the door while Ranma took care of
Nabiki.

Ranma looked at the unconscious Nabiki.  He felt slightly revolted at what
he had to do, but Nabiki had threatened Kirika.  He couldn't explain it
well, but he felt a growing need to protect the girl.  It was deep seeded
desire that was overwhelming.  He remembered feeling this way about Akane
when they first met.

He steeled his resolve and thought of the timid girl Nabiki was about to get
killed before he began to act.


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The next day the dojo was roused by the hysterically screaming from Kasumi.
She had begun to make the daily breakfast, taking the items from the freezer
she would need for lunch or dinner, only to find a frozen Nabiki.

The coroner had to defrost the ice-queen before an autopsy could be
performed later that day.

They found signs of a break-in, a few items stolen and Nabiki's room
ransacked.

The police believed she had crossed the wrong person, various papers were
obviously missing from her meticulously detailed files, the files that
contained dirt on a large portion of the population in Nerima.

Kasumi was a wreck, incapable of cooking.  Akane had fled to her room, after
some comments about how the family couldn't risk any more deaths in the
family from Akane's cooking.

The fathers had berated Ranma for being lax, and allowing this to happen,
while he shot back how it wasn't his fault, because the parents had actually
been _in_ the house when the tragedy had struck.  If anyone was responsible
for not protecting the house it was their fault, much more than it was his.


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That afternoon found Ranma and Kirika practicing.  Ranma had decided to move
it outside, as they had abandoned school considering the happenings at the
dojo the previous night.

He also wanted Kirkia to get used to fighting with obstacles around, hence
his constantly dodging around the koi pond.

As luck would have it, Kirika slipped, falling into the pond.  Ranma alertly
dodged out of the way of the splash.

Jusenkyo, the only secret he had kept from the young girl.

Kirika giggled at herself and her smile lit up his life.  He joined in her
infectious laughter and reached out to give her a hand.  He never noticed
the mischievous smile, otherwise he might have been prepared for her
actions.

He found himself face down in the pond, and female.  He slowly, begrudgingly
lifted himself up, ready to see the horror and revulsion on her face.

Instead he saw curiosity.

"Jusenkyo?" she queried softly.

He nodded yes in reply.  He stood there for a never-ending minute before
turning and placing a foot on the edge of the pool, ready to lift himself
out of this fantasy of love, when a small hand gripped his shoulder.

"You're cute."

He froze for a second, wondering at the meaning of those words when she
pulled him back into the pond with him.

He turned on unsure legs, trying not to hope that she still like him.

"Does the change affect anything other than your physical body?'

He was stunned for a second, the strangeness of the question throwing him
off.

"Ah... No."

She smile timidly, a gesture that had frequently drawn him to her, and
leaned over and kissed him, now a her, on the lips.

"You Pervert!"

He cringed when he heard those words.

Akane came running at him full steam wielding a statue that had been on the
back porch.

Before she could get close to him, Kirika moved, flashing out of the pool
and driving into the girl, fist first into her unprotected stomach.

The statue fell and crumbled as Akane doubled over, clutching her sides for
breath.

"You... you... hussy," she croaked out.

"I challenge you Akane Tendo, to a match for Ranma's hand."

The parents and Kasumi, who had gather by the porch, all gasped at the words
of the small girl.

Their protests were cut off by Akane, as she waved her hand, shushing them.

"I accept.  One hour.  The lot two blocks down."

Kirika nodded in acceptance.

"What are you stupid, Tomboy?  You've lost every time to her."

"I'll win this time.  I know how the bitch likes to run away."  Akane
straightened herself, and stalked away.


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When Ranma and Kirika arrived at the chosen place, they could see what Akane
meant by not being able to run away.  The lot was a construction site,
surrounded by a high chainlink fence.

They found Akane and the rest of the occupants of the dojo by the only door
into the site.  His parents greeted him with a frown, his allegiance was
displayed by daring to show up with the girl.

He wished her luck as she stepped inside the site, followed closely by
Akane.

They made their way to the center of the site, each standing a few feet from
each other.

Soun cleared his troat, he would be the official.

"This will be an anything goes match for the official hand of Ranma Saotome.
The winner will be declared by knock-out or death.  Ladies, take your
positions."

They took positions from across each other, each staring down the other.

"Begin!"

Akane leapt to the offensive immediately.  Pushing Kirika back, towards some
of the machinery that was left on. (It was left on because I said so, don't
comment on this, it for parody.  Really=p)

Kirika slipped and Akane yelled out in triumph.

Ranma felt his heart fall to the pit of his stomach.  "No!!!!!" he cried
out.

His yell distracted Akane for a second, a warm feeling of victory filled her
as her fist descended on the girl.

Kirkia's leg shot up and caught Akane in the stomach.  The air gushed from
Akane as she Kirika lifted her up, using her momentum to flip the girl over
her.

The bystanders watched in disbelief(while the reader's cheered) as the
mallet-happy girl landed under a pile driver.  Unable to catch her breathe
or move quickly enough, she met her demise by being pounded.

"Yatta!" Ranma was the only one cheering, as Kirika stood up and looked at
him, a small smile on her face.  He rushed into the site, catching her in a
big embrace as their lips met, and the enjoyed the moment of their
togetherness.

The walked out of the site, arms thrown around each other.

"I expect you off my property immediately," Soun said as they walked by him.

"I understand," was Ranma's only reply.

The two headed towards the dojo to pack their meager belongings.


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They laid next to each other, both on pallets inside the tent Ranma had
erected.  They were talking about their plans for the future, while Ranma's
mind kept taking him back to the previous night.

He had thought about the feel of her skin all day, it was an underlying
desire, to return to those moments they had already shared.

He began focusing on her mouth, watching as she described the plans she had
for them to leave the country.

He lost hearing as he lunged for her, unable to stand being apart, even a
few inches.  Their mouths met as they wrapped themselves together, limbs
intertwining.

He felt her mouth on his, lips parted as his tongue started exploring the
depths of her mouth.

He noticed her hands on his back, roaming and caressing and realized his
were doing the same.  Their lips slipped apart as she began kissing his
neck, sending shivers down his spine.

His mind shut down, as electricity pulsed through him, starting from the
small touch of her lips to his flesh, spreading through his body.

He gasped as he needed to remember to breathe, his actions started again as
his hands found the small of her back, rubbing it slightly in a circular
motion.  He felt her tiny leg pressed between his as he started rubbing up
and down slowly, loving the feel as they melded together.

He was startled and disappointed as she pushed him away gently, and he laid
on his back while she crawled atop him.  She bent down and kissed him
lightly on the lips, before sitting back atop and slowly peeling away of her
shirt.

He watched as the shirt was lifted slowly, exposing more skin, until she hit
a slight bump in the process as the material caught on her small pert
breast.  He had seen breast before, but he had never before wanted to
actually see a pair, like he wanted to see hers.

She completed the removal and tossed the shirt to the side before, reaching
behind her back.  He waited as patiently as he could for her to finish when
she leaned down into him, hiding her chest from view as she kissed him
lightly, he wanted to moan in frustration as her lips softly met his.

"You first," she whispered hoarsely.  At that moment he began to understand
sexuality.

He started unbuttoning the ties in his shirt, her gentle hands hindering
him, without him caring.  He slowed and let her hands work with his as the
shirt finally loosened.  He leaned up into her, receiving a peck on the nose
as she reached to the sides, raising his shirt up.  He felt her hands on his
back, grasping for the bottom and helping the garment along.

He turned and tossed the shirt atop hers, as she pushed him back down.  She
kissed his chest, then his nipple, as he felt those electrifying tingles
course through his body again.

He reached up, wrapping his arms around her, feeling for the clasps on her
bra when her hands caught his.  She leaned into him, guiding his hands to
his goal.  After a minute he felt the strap separate, and drop down.

She lifted herself off of him, crossing her arms in front of her chest.  She
captured his eyes, looking small and frail, and completely lovely.  He
sensed her nervousness and smiled as gently as he could.  His smile was
returned and she peeled the straps over her shoulders, dropping her hands to
the ground.  Pulling off her bra, revealing a pair of perfectly formed
breast, small, tiny compared to the other girls who had thrown themselves at
him, but they looked exquisite.

He gasped at the sight.  "You're gorgeous," he breathed out.

She lunged at him, meeting his mouth hungrily, as their bodies continued
their journey of discovery.

Ranma's hand began roaming again, alternately pulling her closely, as if she
couldn't be close enough, and just caressing.

He took one of her arms and traced his hand along it, fascinated by every
part of her body.  Overjoyed at the sensations and the fact she was sharing
this moment with him.

He turned her over, and rested his body on top of her. Breaking the kiss, he
propped himself up on his forearms and began to stare at her.

"What?" she asked softly.

"I just want to look at you."

He glanced down taking in her perfect neck then collarbone.  He bent down
and kissed it.  Lifting up one of her arms he began applying light kisses
down in until he reached her hand.

He placed it down gently, looking at her chest.  He bent down and kissed her
stomach, just above her naval. He kissed her gently and then moved up a few
millimeters and then kissed again, sliding his tongue out and flicking her
flesh.

He felt exhilarated as he felt her body trembling beneath him when his
tongue met her stomach.  He moved farther up her body, flicking her lightly
with his tongue at each step of the way until he was between her breast.

He let his tongue linger a second, then slid it up the mound till he reached
her nipple.  He felt it harden slightly under his light touch.  He brought
his lips around it and began to suck gently.  He felt her wrap her arms
around him tightly, bringing him in closer as he continued his
ministrations.

He began to notice her legs writhing underneath him and remembered he had
legs and arms to.  He placed one hand behind her, and began to massage the
base of her hair, alternating between grasping and releasing her hair.

He felt her applying kisses to his head as he began to move his other hand
down her back.  He slid it into the waist band of her skirt, applying
pressure to the small of her back, bringing her closer.

He started moving his leg up and down her body, stroking her inner thigh
with his. He felt his penis, as erect as it had ever been, straining against
his pants, rubbing up against her leg.

Her hands were roaming his back as he felt one slip below his waistline,
brush up against the crack, signifying the top of his ass.  A place no one
had ever touched before.  He felt her fingers slide under the elastic,
fondling him as he mimicked her movements.

Slipping his fingers under her skirt, under her panties, they entered
unexplored areas for him.  He felt her smooth skin under his fingers, felt
her valley and ran a single finger down it, as far as his hand could
stretch.

He then began to gently rub her bottom, occasionally grabbing and pulling
her groin into his leg, effective rubbing her crotch with his leg.

She moaned softly in response to his ministrations.  Grasping his butt and
pulling him into her.

He broke away from kissing her nipples and returned to her lips, devouring
the smaller girl instantly, as their tongues began to grapple together.

He shifted his arm, lengthening his reach as his hand traveled down her
backside, finding a moist flap underneath.

Her arm shot down, capturing his hand and leading it to her clitoris.

 "Here," she said as she began moving slowly up and down.  She removed it as
his hand imitating the movements she had done a moment ago.  Gently pinching
and flattening it.  Rubbing it up and down with one or two fingers.  He felt
his finger dip down into a moist crevice, coming up slightly wet as he
continued to fondle it, exploring her vagina slightly, but never straying
far from her folds.

He stiffened when her hand grasped his penis, slowly stroking it.  He felt
it pulse as she moved her hand up and down, gently fondling his balls then
moving up again to caress the head.

He removed his had from under panties, receiving a moan of disappointment,
and began to undue the ties on his pants.  He fumbled with them, as his
concentration was focused on the feel off her hand grasping his dick.

He quickly slid out of his pants, and Kirika's hands quickly found his penis
again.  He then slipped her skirt and panties down, returning one hand to
cup her head as he resumed his passionate kissing as the other return to
administering stimulus to her nether regions.

His body began to occasionally stiffen as her hands slowly became wet from
his pre-come.  He shuddered in delight as rolled her finger around the tip
of his dick, stopping occasionally to lubricate more.

He took his finger and began to explore her insides, fascinated and excited
by the texture his fingers found inside of her.  The fleshy walls and
flowing juices covering his finger.  He loved the feel as his finger would
stick momentarily along her vaginal wall as he moved it around slowly.

He slowly inserted another finger, feeling as is he was filling her up
completely.  He moved his other hand from the back of her head and moved it
down to begin playing with her clitoris again.  She moaned in pleasure and
he stiffened when her grasp tightened over his member and tugged.

He shifted his hips, allowing her to lead him by the penis.  He felt the
head of his penis rub up against his fingers.  He removed the hand that was
rubbing her and placed in on her but, squeezing and enjoying the look of
delight and hunger in her eyes.

He felt his penis brush against her vagina, and stiffen from the feeling. He
removed his other hand, allowing space for his member, as his eyes were
riveted on her face.

He felt her guide him to her opening, then slip away.  He was anxious and
expectant.  Hungry like he had never felt before.  He felt the tip slip in,
and knew true pleasure.

"Slowly," she whispered.

He nodded and began a slight push.  Enjoying the feel of sliding into her,
the folds of her vagina grasping him.  He saw her eyes widen as he met some
resistance.

He kissed her deeply, just resting there.  Enjoying the wonderful sensation
of her mouth while her pussy was holding his dick.

He broke the kiss and began moving slowly inward again.  He again had to
stop and withdrew slightly, feeling the pull of her folds as he withdrew
before thrusting forward again.

She moaned slightly and smiled, grasping his but and pressing him forward.
He continued his journey of ecstacy.  Finally he was all the way in and she
smiled at him.  He felt wonderful, never feeling so close to someone before.
He began to withdraw.  He loved the feel of her vagina holding his penis.

He stopped, when only the head of his penis inside her; he entered her
again.  Loving the feel of her tiny frame squirming beneath him. He noticed
a slight difference in the feel, she wasn't holding on to him as strongly,
and her eyes had become slightly glazed.

"Oh, God," she whispered, and he knew what she meant.  He had never felt
this good before.

He began to increase the speed of his thrusts, moving slightly faster in and
out.  His breathing was becoming labored as his body was building up to
something.  He felt this feeling growing inside him as she began to writhe
in his grip.

They clutched each other tightly as the sensations and feelings increased,
as he moved in an out at an ever increasing speed.

"OH, God!" he said hoarsely.  Barely able to form those words as he felt her
pussy grab his dick when he was leaving her.  He slipped in again, then
pulled his way out, then slid in again, only to have her hold his penis
tightly as he slid out.

They had reached a fevered pitch as she clutched his butt tightly, thrashing
around underneath him.

"Ranma!"
"Ranma!"
"Ranma!"

She called out in succession as he the rhythm they had achieved was becoming
disrupted.  He felt his dick straighten and strain and his buttocks clench
as he moved at a feverish pace until his whole body began to shake.  He
buried himself into her as hard as he could.

"Ranma!"
"Kirika!"

They yelled in unison as he felt his sperm shoot into her, filling her up
and adding a new sensation to the wonderful feel of being completely joined
with the small girl.

He collapsed on-top of her.  They stayed that way for a long time, grasping
each other. Occasionally kissing each others' face, savoring the salty taste
from the sweat covering each other.


Finally Ranma rolled off of her and gave a heavy sigh, knowing he had found
his own little heaven.

He smiled when she rolled over, placing her head on his chest.  It just felt
so right.

"That was...  I don't think there's a word to describe how wonderful I
 feel," he said softly.

She kissed his chest before snuggling closer.  He wrapped his arm around her
and pulled her close.

"I know'" she finally replied.

"I love you, Kirika."
"I love you too, Ranma."


the end.


---------------------------

Epilogue:


Ranma and Kirika were walking down the runway, they had just landed in an
airfield in France, chartering a plane, to by-pass customs.

Ranma looked around the country side noticing the horse pen as they walked
with the pilot from the airstrip.

"What's with the horses," Ranma asked the pilot, who owned the land they
were currently on.

"They're wild horses we capture and break-in"

"Oh."

"Ranma, You killed Akane!  Prepare to Die!"

Ranma turned to see a charging Ryoga in the middle of the horses.

"Just go!"  He told to Kirika who was looking at him questioning.

The tree of them began to run, Ranma hoing to avoid a confrontation with the
lost boy.


Ranma watched as Ryopa stumbled through the gate, running after them.  He
was actually gaining on them, the pilot was slowing them down.

Ranma gave up running and stood his ground, resigned to the fight.

He waited for the lost-boy who leapt to the attack immediately.

"Damn!" the pilot screamed, Ranma noticed the horses had been set free and
were beginning to charge towards their current location.

Ranma quickly kicked Ryoga into the path of the horses and picked up the
pilot, and his soon to be bride, then leapt away.

Ranma landed a safe distance and turned to watch.

A grin began to form on Ranma's lips as the horses trampled Ryoga.

Kirika looked at him curiously.  "What?" she finally asked.

"Ryoga was always trying to kill me, and he was trampled by wild-horses,"
Ranma and Kirika started their journey laughing together.  Free of his past.

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