$Yeesh.  You'd think I dropped off the face of the Earth or something.
Same as always, this time going in reverse chronological order....


Surprise. It's out earlier than I thought it would be

$be.

	Hah!  Found a mistake right off the bat!


Xxxxxxxxx

Tatewaki Kunou was barely able to sit still in his class seat. A haze
had
come over his thoughts. He was like some inexperienced schoolboy
overcome
with joy. But perhaps it was not so unreasonable a reaction. After so
many
years of searching, Kunou had discovered his soulmate at last. The
instant
he laid his eyes upon this 'Ranma Saotome' he knew he was different from
every other man Kunou had ever met. An inseparable bond had formed
between
the two of them the instant they laid eyes upon one another. It was the
red
string of destiny yanking on their pinkies.

	$Heheheh.  Of course, USUALLY that line is between boys and girls, but
who are we to nitpick?

Ranma was incredible. Those deep blue eyes. That cute pig-tail like a
teasing finger as he shook his head. That really nice, tight butt. All
of it
made for the perfect package any man could want. Together they would
walk
through life hand-in-hand, gazing lovingly into each other's eyes, their
hearts beating in tune with one another. Their souls would know the
peace
that only true love could bestow.

	$Heh.

 And they would have mad, passionate sex as
well.

	$Heheh.  Good old yaoi humor.  One of these days I need to pick up
where I left off with Kagato's drooling over Tenchi.

It was all either of them could ever want.

Kunou shot to his feet and shouted, "I cannot stand it anymore!"

An eraser bounced off his head. "Then you'll stand out in the hall!" the
teacher shouted.

	$Good teacher student exchange.

A hail of boos assailed the teacher as almost all of the girls told him
to
quit picking on Kunou.

	$Heh.  Poor Kuno.  He just can't get a date no matter what his sexual
orientation.  Unless he's been showing the Kendo club the proper way to
use a bokken...


Within a couple of months, Yuka had started to get a reputation of her
own,
one she lacked the least bit of shame about. In fact, she was very proud
of
the way guys cast their hungry glances her way, whereas before her
newfound
freedom, she might as well not have existed to them. Jocks, studs, and
rich
boys all vied for her attentions. And oftentimes she gave them some,
though
not for very long. She had no intention of being tied down to any one
man.
She had a lot of catching up to do, and was intent on making up that
lost
ground as quickly as possible.

However, after a while of indulging herself, Yuka became aware of
something:
no matter what her own reputation was, Akane's was still held in higher
esteem. In the beginning it didn't matter to her, but as time passed it
became increasingly obvious that she was not making any headway
throughout
the school's gossip line.

	$Actually, that's a little confusing.  Once you know a girl is actively
screwing everyone that moves, it ceases to be a topic of conversation.
Why would they still talk about it?

And then came the worst. Yuka was making out with Miki, one of her
longer
boyfriends (about two weeks) in the front seat of his car at a drive-in.
They had already gone all the way on earlier dates, and this one was
shaping
up the same way. She already had his cock out of his pants and was
getting
him ready for a little oral satisfaction to warm things up (and to make
sure
he lasted longer when they finally fucked, since he had a bad tendency
to
come fast the first time), when she had remembered Akane mentioning
going
out with Miki earlier in the year. Out of curiosity, Yuka asked. "So,
how do
I compare to Akane?" And proceeded to give him a few licks.

Miki's response was to snort derisively and say, "You got a long way to
go
before you get as good as her."

	$Ouch.  That's gonna hurt.

The quickness of the reply made Yuka almost bite down. But she recovered
her
senses and came up with a different form of revenge. She took her time
and
concentrated on unleashing the best head she had ever dealt to any guy.
Just
as Miki was on the brink (he made girlish-like sounds when he was about
to
come, a very distracting tendency) she abruptly stopped and told him she
had
to go to the bathroom. Left protesting with a painful case of blue
balls,
Yuka exited the car and left the drive in altogether.

	$And thus Yuka 'goes down' in history as someone not to be trifled
with.  ^_^

 She stopped at the
closest bus stop and headed directly home from there. The next day she
let
the ignorant jerk know he had been dumped via sleeping with his best
friend
and making the friend brag about it. She judged it appropriate revenge
for
his snide little comment.

After that, Yuka made it her mission in life to get one up on Akane.
However, it proved to be a near impossible task. Yuka targeted guys
Akane
had slept with before, and after several times would work in the
question of
how she compared to Akane. Most of them had enough sense to either evade
answering the question or hesitate a moment before claiming the girl
they
were with was far better than they one they had previously had. But Yuka
could tell the truth in their eyes; she just wasn't as good at sex as
Akane
was. Even with Akane out of circulation for a while over the whole Kunou
mess, she was still held in higher esteem than Yuka.

The unfairness of it began eating away at her. Yuka had finally come up
with
the idea of stealing a man away from Akane to prove she was better, but
for
some reason Akane had fixated on Kunou, (like so many of their
classmates)
and Yuka had more sense than to try tilting that particular windmill.
Lately
she was becoming extremely bitter over the matter, when the events of
the
morning happened and a new idea popped into her head. Before her was a
guy
Akane was potentially supposed to marry. Obviously Akane had not tried
sleeping with him yet, but once she grew tired of throwing herself at
Kunou
(and Akane had privately admitted she was becoming very horny with the
lack
of sex she had endured), she would revert to her previous ways and sleep
around with one of the first men available. Perhaps even Ranma.

And there was the catch. If Yuka slept with him first, she would spoil
him
and make him refuse Akane, or at least have Akane come in second in his
eyes. That would be a way for her to finally come out on top and have
their

	$his opinion.  You use eyes again later.

friendship be on more equal terms, at least in Yuka's eyes.

Of course there was the problem of actually getting Ranma alone so she
could
seduce him before Akane did it herself out of interest or boredom. The
seduction part wouldn't be a problem: it's not like he had a girlfriend,
and
from the number of men that had been eager to sleep with her, Yuka was
obviously regarded as very attractive. All she really needed was a
chance to
snag Ranma while he was alone. She was still trying to come up with a
solution when one presented itself for her.

	$I wonder when she'll find out about Nabiki's little joke?

xxxxxxxxxxxx

Ranma grumbled in a low voice as he made his way down one of the halls
of
the school between classes. It wasn't his fault his paperwork was
incomplete. Making him leave class and go to the administration office
to
finish it was annoying. But at least it was out of the way and he could
get
back to class. The actual schoolwork was as boring as it was in every
other
school he had attended, but at least the class was loaded with cute
girls,
Akane being one of them.

Ranma's mind was filled with visions of those beauties when he found one
right in front of him, giving him a warm and happy (almost hungry)
smile. He
looked more closely at the girl. There was something familiar about her.

"You're one of Akane's friends, right?" he asked.

"Yuka Fujinami," she provided. "And you're Ranma Saotome."

"Yep."

"It's an honor to meet you." Yuka bowed. "Say, you haven't been given a
proper introduction to the layout of the school. Allow me to show you
around." Without waiting for a response, she grabbed his hand and began
leading him away.

"Um, I was supposed to go back to class." Despite being able to easily
extricate himself, Ranma found he couldn't resist her tug. The
hand-to-hand
contact was quite pleasant.

"They won't mind if a student is just being friendly and showing you
around," Yuka said.

That made sense, Ranma stopped resisting and allowed her to lead the
way.

They traveled through the halls at a somewhat quickened pace. Passing by
most of the rooms in a near blur.

"These are the science labs." Yuka pointed out the classroom as they
made
their way quickly past.

"Shouldn't we check them out?" Ranma asked.

"Why bother? They just have chemicals and bunsen burners and things."

"Oh."

"This is the nurse's office."

"I see." Ranma watched it go past as quickly as it came.

Finally Yuka slowed down, then came to a complete stop in front of a
nondescript door. "And this is where they keep the extra gym equipment."

"Okay." Ranma said, wondering why they had stopped in front of such a
dull
place.

"Why don't we check it out?" Yuka opened the door and gestured him
inside.

Ranma scratched his head. "But it's just a storage room."

"Oh, I can guarantee you'll find something of interest in here."

The way she said it, with an enigmatic smile, aroused Ranma's curiosity.
He
went inside, noting she closed and locked the door behind her. Her move
made
Ranma gulp audibly.

Yuka moved into the room. The sunlight that streamed through a rear
window
was the only illumination in the otherwise darkened chamber. There was
indeed a large number of gym equipment stored there. Pommel horses,
kendo
practice dummies, archery targets, gym mats, among a host of others.

It was one of the latter Yuka grabbed, flipping it on an open spot in
the
floor, one it fit perfectly in. "This is a gym mat. It's nice and
cushioned." She stood on the middle of it.

"I can see that," Ranma said, mystified at her behavior.

Yuka then reached under her skirt, looping her fingers through the sides
of
her panties and sliding them down her legs. She picked one foot up, then
the
other. She held the garment up for Ranma to inspect. "These are my
panties."

Ranma couldn't find figure out how to work his jaw anymore. He just
stood
there, staring at the item as though it was the key to his very
survival.

Yuka lay down on her side, right in the middle of the mat. She hiked up
her
skirt and parted one leg so Ranma could have a clear view of the bounty
that
lay there. "And this is my pussy. Why don't you take a closer look?"

	$Bah, this is almost exactly like a scene from an H-game I played a few
years ago.  Same dialogue, anyway.

All moisture seemed to abandon Ranma's mouth as he continued standing
there,
dumbfounded. It was just like in all his dreams. Some cute girl was so
turned on by his presence that she immediately took him aside and fucked
him, all pretext of romance, annoying small talk, and meeting her
parents
first abandoned. It would just be a hot, sweaty fuck without all the
hassle
of saying the right things and spending money on two or three dates
before
she'd let him into her pants. It was too good to be true.

Ranma was in the process of unzipping his fly and freeing his raging
hard on
when a sudden thought forced its way through his veil of lust: it WAS
too
good to be true. Higher brain functions reasserted themselves as he
hesitated momentarily. Why would some girl randomly pull him from a
crowd
and be so eager to fuck him? As confident as he was in his looks, no
other
girl had ever come close to doing that. What was so different about him
to
make her do this? He couldn't come up with anything, so he turned his
thoughts to her. What was so different about her that she would do this
to
him?

And then Nabiki's warning flashed in his mind.

His heart nearly exploded in his chest. Now it all made sense. Of
course. It
was a trap. And a darn good one, too. Without that little warning
courtesy
of Nabiki, Ranma would have chucked off his pants and tried to jump
right on
her. And just as he was about to nestle himself for a pleasant fuck
between
her legs... WHAM! Mr. Happy would be Mr. Beaten And Twisted Into A
Crumpled
Mess. Now he really owed Nabiki one.

Panicked at how close he had come to near castration, Ranma blurted out,
"Sorry, I really have to get to class." He quickly turned around and
exited
the equipment room.

"What the hell just happened?" Yuka said, still in her pose with her
legs
spread wide.

	$Sounds fine, but maybe:  her pose, legs spread wide.

 Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Kunou watched, concealed by a nearby corner, as Ranma exited the gym
equipment room in an obvious hurry. That was a relief. Leaving his
cover,
Kunou began once again to tail Ranma, staying just out of his sight.

It was obviously fate that had led Ranma to be wandering about the halls
just as Kunou was searching for him; another sign that they were meant
to be
together. He was about to approach Ranma and inform him of the good news
of
their official union when he spotted that Yuka girl approach Ranma and
began
leading him away. That was cause for concern. He knew from rumors (and
the
fact a couple members of the kendo team had bragged about it) that the
girl
was a slut that tried to seduce the fair gender from the far more proper
path of brotherhood of men. A path an icon of manliness like Ranma
undoubtedly led.

Kunou chose to follow surreptitiously from the shadows, concerned as to
why
Ranma was being so tolerant of the girl's far too familiar behavior.
When
she led the pair to an equipment room, one that had a reputation of
being an
out of the way place for a quickie, her intentions became obvious. The
kendoist's concern grew when Ranma failed to immediately return. Kunou
was
convinced he was going to have to enter the room and interject himself
when
Ranma reappeared in a highly agitated state. What had happened within
the
private confines was evident; Yuka had mistakenly tried to seduce
someone
who was complete immune to her charms. It was another clear sign he and
Ranma were meant for one another.

	$Heheheh.  Poor bastard.  All in all, this pretty much confirms my own
beliefs about lemon fics.  It's not how many people have sex, it's how
many horny people TRY to have sex.

Kunou continued following until Ranma headed towards a men's bath. A
place
that was off limits to members of the opposite gender. Once again Fate
had
asserted itself by giving them the perfect place for men to declare
their
love for one another.

All that was left were the words. Kunou mentally came up with them as he
headed to the bathroom.

Xxxxxxxxxx

Ranma entered the men's bath, nearly out of breath. Despite having
masturbated once in the morning, he was going to have to do it again.
The
situation put him such an aroused state that the image of Yuka's pussy
would
give him a perpetual hard on for the rest of the day unless he took care
of
it now. What a waste it was for such a hot chick to be such an angry man
hater. But there were plenty of girls in the ocean. He didn't have to
settle
for trying to reform some psycho one when there were plenty of others
eager
to accept his manly charms.

Ranma went to the cleanest sink to wash off his hands. Cleaning up
before
and after one jacked off was something that should always be done,
circumstances allowing.

	$Moisturising, too.

With a flick of the wrist, Ranma twisted the knob and held his hands
under
the spray. Instantly he was hit with cold water, triggering the change.
"Shoot, gotta pay more attention to what I'm doing," the now female
Ranma-chan grumbled.

	$Didn't see that coming, I must admit.  I must be getting slow.

She was about to twist the knob for the hot water when the door to the
bathroom burst open and Kunou strode in.

Kunou declared, "Ranma-kun, I have come to set  your mind at ease, my
tiger
of passion. There is no need to be concerned for my feelings. They run
as
deep within my breast as yours does. Let your heart rest easy, as I now
give
you permission to date me."

"Who the hell would want to date you, you creep?!" Ranma-chan shouted.

Kunou looked contemptuously at the speaker. "I was not addressing you,
girl."

"The heck you were... Oh, right." Ranma-chan suddenly remembered what
gender
she was. That had been a close one.

"Ranma-kun, where are you?" Kunou thrust his head in each stall, only to
discover them empty. He looked at the solitary window in the bath, the
covering it bars still intact. Concerned he turned to the girl and shot
her
an accusatory glare. "Where is my beloved Ranma-kun?"

"He ain't your beloved anything, you limp-wristed fairy!"

	$Heh.  Good thing this is Sextacular instead of Man among Men.  I
wonder what happened to that fic?

"I see the green-eyed monster has reared its repellent features." Kunou
considered the situation. "I know I saw my beloved Ranma-kun enter
through
the only aperture to this room. However, but mere moments later, he is
not
present. Only a girl, who has no right to be in a men's room, is. A
fiery-haired temptress who is concerned about Ranma Saotome, as though
his
concerns were hers. A serious matter, this is."

Ranma-chan felt increasingly nervous with each accusation. She wanted to
protest, try to continue to hide her condition, but each fact he
mentioned
made trying to come up with an excuse impossible.

Kunou declared, "There is only one reasonable explanation."

That was it. The jig was up. Ranma-chan started to babble, "Look, it's
not
my fault and I'm not no pervert. It was an accident. I--"

Kunou leveled his bokken at the girl. "Save your excuses. I know that
you
have stolen my beloved Ranma-kun away through sorcerous powers."

	$Foul succubus!

Ranma-chan flinched. "Well, I guess that's one way of putting it, except
I'm
sort of-"

"No excuses!" Kunou waved the bokken under her nose. "I can see plainly
that
you are trying to tempt my Ranma-kun away from the path of true men
under
which he belongs. I will never allow some sluttish harlot to steal him
away
from his one true love."

That statement made the girl realize that Kunou was not accusing her of
being Ranma. The sorcery remark threw her for a moment. Then she
realized
what Kunou was saying. "Hey, look, pal. Whatever my connection to Ranma
is,
I can tell you one thing for certain. He is not some fudgepacking
homosexual."

	$Ah, the fun of being politically incorrect.

Kunou sniffed the air disdainfully. "Such crude appellations show your
ignorance to the natural order of things. Only a man can appreciate the
hardships another man undergoes. Women are little more than leaches that
drain away man's life, a bane holding them under their thumb by
seduction
and guile, not truly able to understand what makes a man's heart beat
like
thunder and what salve his soul needs when it is wounded. Too few
understand
that basic truth. But I tell you Ranma is a man that does, and he will
never
relinquish his heart to one such as you, no matter what spells you cast
upon
him."

"And I'm telling you he's not gay!"

Kunou tightened his grip on his bokken. "I see. Words will not sway you
from
your evil course. I have no choice but to employ force of arms to
renounce
your hold upon him. Have at--."

Kunou was cut off as Ranma-chan leaped over his head, using it as a
springboard to vault past him and out into the hall. In the closed
confines
of the bathroom, Kunou would have the advantage with his weapon. Out in
the
open, where Ranma-chan could use her mobility, she would be able to
dispatch
him with ease.

	$I'd figure it'd be the other way around, actually, but hey.

Ranma-chan did an elaborate handspring backward to gain more distance
from
her opponent. She could have just run to achieve the same thing, but she
wanted to gain the psychological edge by rubbing her superiority in the
kendoist's face.

"I'm giving you one more chance to back off," Ranma-chan warned.

Refusing to answer, Kunou advanced with an impressive show of speed of
his
own, bokken drawn back to unleash his strike.

Ranma-chan was easily able to take a hop backward and out of the way of
the
slash he tried to deliver at her. The swipe fell an entire meter short
of
its intended target.

Kunou smirked, "I regard that blow as fair warning to you. Now I demand
you
swear to me that you will forever forsake Ranma-kun, pig-tailed tramp."

"Warning my butt. You weren't even close," Ranma-chan bragged. But then
something odd happened. The material above her breasts suddenly parted,
as
though a blade had slashed through the shirt. She looked down at it in
surprise. She knew the bokken hadn't come close to touching her, so how
had
Kunou caused that to happen?

"Do you yield?" An air of assured superiority surrounded the kendoist.

The arrogance was too much to take. Ranma-chan turned to the side, only
giving him her profile, and squared her shoulders, throwing her chest
out
slightly. With the shirt already stretched farther that it was intended,
combined with a lack of any sort of bra, the slit in the chest was both
long
and low enough that the weakened material gave out. Ranma-chan's
impressive
bust increased the size of the tear and spilled out, allowing both her
globes to burst free of any restraint.

Kunou sneered at the display. "I see you endeavor to seduce me as well
by
revealing the gross deformity nature has bestowed upon you. But I am
fully
immune to your sluttish ways, man-seducing bitch."

"I'm not trying to seduce or reveal anything! You're the one that
slashed my
top open, you pervert!"

The shouting caused the door to the nearest classroom --Ranma-chan's
own--
to explode outward with a swarm of students. All of them stared in
surprise
at the tableau before them. Reactions were evenly divided, given the
fifty-fifty ratio of the genders in the class.

>From the boys' half were comments along the lines of "Whoa! Look at that
hot
chick with the big tits!"

The girls' exclamations were along the lines of, "That little bitch is
trying to seduce Kunou-sempai!"

Ranma-chan, already irritated at Kunou's interest in her male half, was
even
more put off by all the guys leering at her. True, they weren't
knowingly
ogling a naked guy, but in the martial artist's mind it still boiled
down to
a bunch of guys looking at her as a sexual object, creeping her out
worse
than she already was.

She covered her chest and shouted, "Quit staring, you bunch of
perverts!"

Two boys (Ranma-chan thought she remembered them as Hiroshi and Daisuke)
looked at one another, then emerged out of the room and headed towards
Ranma-chan. She thought they were going to attack her, but then they
turned
around and faced Kunou.

Hiroshi said, "We cannot allow you to harm this girl, Kunou."

Daisuke also took a stand. "We'll protect her with our lives if
necessary."

Ranma-chan was taken aback. Not too many people ever put themselves at
risk
for her. "Gee, thanks for sticking up for me, guys."

The pair turned around. Daisuke said, "And after we've defended your
honor
and everything, how about if we go out on a date?"

Hiroshi nodded his head in agreement. "It would be only fair for us
risking
our necks out for you."

"I ain't datin' no guys!" Ranma-chan shouted.

"A proclamation I agree wholeheartedly with: You shall date no men!"
Kunou
again lashed out with his bokken, the swipe falling far short of its
mark.
Ranma-chan, sensing something amiss, leaped upward. Something invisible
slammed into Hiroshi and Daisuke, hurling them halfway down the hall and
leaving them weakened to the point where they could not rise.

"Do you think she'll go out with us even if we failed?" Hiroshi asked
his
friend.

"Yeah. All the girls like it when a guy tries to defend their honor,"
Daisuke muttered.

Towards the back of the pack, Akane decided she did not like what she
was
seeing. As good as Ranma-chan was from their workout the day before, she
knew from previous experience Kunou was highly skilled as well. In her
opinion, it was probably an even match. However there seemed to be
something
wrong with Kunou. Unless Akane was mistaken, he was a bit out of it.
There
seemed to be a glaze over his eyes, somewhat similar to Tofu in his
love
blind state, though not to that terrible degree. Moreover Kunou was
clearly
the aggressor and Ranma-chan was trying to avoid the fight. If Akane
talked
some sense to her would be fiancee, that could  probably end the fight
quickly. Of course that would mean siding against Kunou, which Akane was
reluctant to do. She wanted to help someone, but didn't know who. She
really
wanted Kunou, but Ranma-chan was sort of being picked on here, and Akane
hated seeing people picked upon. And Kunou was acting like he was no
longer
interested in Ranma-chan anymore, which lightened Akane's view of the
boy-girl considerably.

	$Meanwhile, the fight had finished up and everyone had gone back to
class.  A lone janitor prodded her with the end of his broom, holping
the strange girl would move so he could keep sweeping.

While Akane stood by, wrapped in indecision, the rest of the class
backed
away, either content that Kunou was winning or unwilling to risk Kunou's
ire, even if the short redhead had an unbelievable rack.

Kunou launched an attack again. It was a vertical stroke, falling short
like
the other blows did. Ranma dodged right, just in time as the wall and
floor
split open as easily as her shirt had earlier. She was beginning to get
a
feel for what Kunou was doing. It was something with the air.

A second vertical stroke, slightly to the left of the first made
Ranma-chan
dodge left, the floor and wall opening up again. A neck level strike was
ducked under, sundering the wall behind her. Now she understood. Kunou's
strikes were somehow fast enough to cause the air to hurl forward with
such
speed it could cause just as much damage as if it was made of steel. It
was
like a windshear multiplied a hundredfold. It also meant she would have
to
move in close to strike him, otherwise he would simply continue to slice
away until he started connecting with the hardened air blades.

Surprisingly, Kunou was the one that lunged forward, bokken drawn back
again. "It ends now," he boasted.

Ranma-chan was watching the bokken carefully, intent on avoiding the
next
strike, then retaliating since her opponent would be within striking
distance. Instead, Kunou surprised her by cutting across the ground in
front
of Ranma-chan's feet instead of directly at her.

And then Ranma-chan felt the floor under her feet buckle and fall away.
Now
she understood what had happened. Kunou had set her up with his previous
thrusts, shearing away the support for the side of the building
Ranma-chan
had been standing on, right next to the wall leading outside. With the
floor
destroyed, she would have no choice but to fall three stories down and
to
the ground below outside the building.

"And so it ends." Kunou saluted her as Ranma-chan began plummeting
downward
with the section of the hallway he had loosened.

Ranma-chan's hand lashed out just as she was falling, snagging the
bottom of
Kunou's hakama. The garment, never fitted tightly given Kunou's slender
waist, in conjunction with Ranma-chan's full weight, was pulled down and
around his ankles, leaving him with only his underwear -- in the form of
a
leopard spotted thong--

	$Mmph.  Leopard spots are so tacky.  I like solid primary colors,
myself.

 to cover the lower portion of his anatomy. To make
matters worse, the hakama caught around his ankles, wrapping around them
and
pulling him down as well. Caught off balance, he went plunging over the
side
of the hole he had created himself.

The class watched as the third floor hit the second floor. Rather than
simply continuing to drop straight through to the first floor, the
second
floor held, causing both Ranma-chan and Kunou to hit it hard. Then the
wall
of the second floor gave completely out just as the second floor sagged,
causing the third floor the pair rested on to tilt downward. They slid
across the length of the ruined section, hands scrabbling and failing to
grip anything. With the second floor's wall to the outside destroyed,
there
was nothing to stop them from sliding out into the open air, only to
land in
the pool directly below, causing a huge splash.

	$Heated pool, no doubt.

Everyone stared as the two figures disappeared into the water.

Most of the boys felt their stomachs lurch at having to see Kunou's pale
butt cheeks stare back at them as he fell downward. Most of the girls
thought it was one of the most divine sights they had ever seen and
vowed to
buy even more such underwear and bestow them upon him as gifts.

Only Akane, as delighted at the sight of Kunou's bottom as the other
girls,
maintained enough of her wits to know she had to help before serious
damage
was inflicted on one or the other of the combatants.

While the others were distracted, Akane grabbed one of the
buckets --used
for punishing disobedient students--

	$I wonder if that could be worked into some sort of kinky lemon scene?
Some middle-aged salaryman harkening back to his misspent youth.

from the class, and raced to the
nearest washroom.

Xxxxxxxxx

Ranma-chan swam upward, close to panic. She hadn't had a chance to catch
her
breath before falling into the pool. Worse, she had to dodge falling
masonry
from the building's destruction as it fell into the pool after her. Most
of
the pieces of debris were large enough end up hurting or even pinning
her
under water. Death would be a rather ignominious end to her first day of
school.

	$Or an entirely apt and fitting one.

It took several moments for Ranma-chan to reorient herself underwater.
Once
she managed to do so, she saw the daylight above her head, and the
life-giving air that awaited her above. She kicked out, intent on
swimming
straight up, but then something snared her pants from behind. It gripped
them at the waist and prevented her from swimming even a single
centimeter
further upward.

Ranma-chan turned to see that Kunou had recovered as well. To complicate
matters, judging by his bulging cheeks, he had managed to catch his
breath
before hitting the water and plunging into the cold depths of the pool.

Ranma-chan tried kicking harder, but her female body simply didn't have
the
strength to pull both herself and the weight attached to her pants --a
weight pulling against her-- to the surface. With his one-handed grip
firmly
on her bottom, and being behind her, Ranma-chan couldn't manage a decent
kick, and didn't have much in the way of underwater combat training to
begin
with. The situation was not good.

Desperate for some air, Ranma-chan fumbled with the drawstring of her
pants,
her struggles preventing Kunou from striking her with the bokken in his
other hand. Eventually her kicking allowed her to wiggle free of her
pants.
Her legs now free, she managed to plant a foot right in the middle of
Kunou's face, using it to help propel her to the surface.

Vision starting to falter, Ranma-chan swam as quickly as she could for
the
surface. In what felt like an hour, but was only a trio of second, the
girl
broke the surface of the water, bad air bursting from her lungs and
immediately taking in the good.

Ranma-chan swam to the edge of the pool, keeping her gasping head above
the
water at all times. Sluggishly she dragged her water-drenched body out
from
the pool, never so grateful for the feel of dry ground beneath her in
her
life.

A chorus of male voices began clamoring, "Hey, I think she isn't wearing
any
panties!"

Ranma-chan looked up to see faces now filled every window of the school,
the
entire student body observing the events outside. Her view switched to
looking down. The martial artist grimaced as she noted that not only had
she
lost her pants to Kunou's deathgrip, but her boxers as well. A cool
breeze
sent a tingling sensation across her damp pussy.

	$Things like this should have fanart.

Embarrassed and annoyed at her cursed body's betrayal at this critical
time,
Ranma-chan immediately shot to her feet and began tugging her shirt
downward
in an effort to hide her pussy from the prying eyes of the boys. The
downward motion had the effect of ripping the cut in her top even wider,
completely freeing her entire breasts and putting them on display.

Now competing chants of "Take it off!" and "Put your clothes back on,
tramp!" filled the air. Ranma-chan noted this was easily the second
worst
school experience she had ever suffered in her entire life.

	$Heheh.

As the martial artist found herself at a loss for what to do, a huge
gout of
water shot out of the pool. She looked up to see at the peak of the
waterspout an enraged kendoist emerge; one intent on making it the worst
school experience Ranma-chan ever faced courtesy of his bokken.

Ranma-chan leaped back out of the way of the airborne attack launched in
her
direction. The ground where she had been standing on moments before
ripped
up, hurling a shower of rocks her way and battering her body. None of
the
blows were telling, but they did not feel good either.

Kunou landed on the ground in front of her. Now the students' cries
switched, the boys making disgusting noises while the girls made
catcalls
and cheered. Ranma-chan got her first good look at Kunou since she had
began
her fall from the building.

"Ewww!" she recoiled at seeing him in his tiny thong. Worse, he seemed
to be
packing a good bit of equipment inside. Not the largest she had seen,
but
more than enough to encourage women to want to become acquainted with
Kunou
better. At least he wasn't as large as... Well, she didn't like to think
about that one.

	$Oh?  Ryoga, maybe?

The crowd's attention and cries were proving too much of a distraction
for
Ranma-chan. She decided it was time to change the battlefield to one
where
she could be unconcerned about her unclothed state and ran for it,
gritting
her teeth as she heard guys whistling and complimenting her on her
behind.
Why oh why couldn't she have been a guy and have the girls calling out
like
that? It just wasn't fair!

Ranma-chan looked over her shoulder to see Kunou was following hot on
her
heels. At least he wasn't leering at her body. Not that knowing the body
he
really wanted to leer at made Ranma-chan feel much better.

The girl led a merry chase, her speed forcing Kunou to use all of his
strength on pursuit rather than attack. Eventually Ranma-chan discovered
an
out of the way location behind a run down looking equipment shed.
Surrounded
by trees, no one would be able to see inside easily. It was the perfect
spot
to have a private, final showdown.

Turning in an instant from hunted to hunter, Ranma-chan caught Kunou
off-guard, the kendoist mistakenly believing that she had been running
away
in naked fear rather than selecting a different battleground. She
managed to
plant a kick cleanly into his gut, the blow sending him backward and to
the
ground.

Sensing she finally had the advantage, Ranma-chan came in ready to
deliver a
punch that would make Kunou's head go spinning. Instead she found that
he
had rolled with the blow, able to come up in a stance and jab forward
with
his bokken. He caught her cleanly in the ribs. A hiss of pain slipped
past
her lips as she pulled back before he could unleash a second thrust and
possibly cause some serious damage. However, as Ranma-chan pulled back,
her
top snagged on the end of the bokken. The backward motion was strong
enough
that instead of stopping her, it ripped completely off, leaving her
completely naked. She made a gurgling sound of protest at her unclothed
state.

	$Fanservissss....

Kunou looked with distaste at the garment on the end of his bokken.
"Ignorant slut. How many times must I tell you I am immune to your
pathetic
attempts at seduction? And yet you  continue to throw your garments at
me."
He flung the torn shirt aside.

"You're the one that ripped my pants and shirt off, you idiot!" She
tried
covering herself, but the realized it would just handicap her ability to
fight, and it wasn't as though Kunou cared in any case.

Angry at having her clothing, as well as a good bit of her dignity,
stripped
from her, Ranma-chan attacked once more with a punch for his jaw. Again
Kunou surprised her with his skill by flowing out of the way of the
punch,
sinking low and to the side. As he spun, he built up velocity in his
strike
and came up out of the crouch, striking Ranma-chan in the back of her
unprotected neck. The blow, easily the worst yet, caused a girlish
squeal of
pain to slip past the martial artist's lips. She fell several steps
forward
and ended up leaning against a tree. The rough bark scraped against her
nipples, a painful sensation rather than a pleasant one.

"Give my Ranma-kun back to me!" Kunou snarled, and unleashed another of
his
hard air attacks towards the girl's unprotected back.

Ranma-chan sprang up at the last second, the slash of air cutting a six
centimeter deep groove in the trunk of the tree. While executing a flip
in
mid-air, she lashed out with a foot at the base of a leafy branch. Her
foot,
hardened over the years by tens of thousands of kicks against every
object
imaginable, impacted with the wood, splintering it and freeing it from
the
tree. She continued on her flip, grabbing the branch with her hands.
Using
her other leg, she coiled it against the trunk of the tree and kicked
out,
the limb in her hands and leading the way straight to Kunou.

The limb struck him in the chest. It landed on top of him, the wood and
girl's weight pinning him to the ground. Instinctively he lashed out
with
the bokken, severing the branch in half. He barely rolled out of the way
of
a kick aimed at his skull.

Kunou came up in an aggressive stance again, bokken held in front.
Gasping
for breath, he grudgingly admitted, "You have some small measure of
skill.
Never has anyone provided me with such competition."

"I'm going to provide a fist down your throat in a second." Ranma-chan
waved
her fist in front of him for emphasis, jiggling slightly.

"The next blow ends this conflict," Kunou swore.

"Only if I land it." Ranma-chan thought she could, too. For all of
Kunou's
obvious skill, he seemed more offensive that defense oriented. The blows

	$than defense

	First mistake I've caught in a while.  This is really clean.

Ranma-chan landed seemed to have more of an effect than his on hers,
despite
her attacks being less powerful than his. Considering how the morning
fight
went, he probably wasn't used to absorbing the punishment he had taken
so
far. One truly solid blow could conceivably end it all. She just needed
an
opening.

And then Ranma-chan spotted a figure emerge from a tree behind Kunou.
For
some reason, Akane had a pair of panties wrapped around her head, as
though
it could somehow conceal her identity. Ranma-chan was about to ask what
Akane thought she thought she was doing, when the youngest of the Tendou
girls pointed to a bucket with steam rising out of the top of it.

A smile crept across Ranma-chan's features. Yes. A little hot water
would
enable her to end the fight in a heartbeat.

Sensing Ranma-chan knew what she intended, Akane swung the bucket back,
then
forward. Given her strength, it was an easy matter to hurl the bucket
far
and high enough so that it would land next to Ranma-chan.

Seeing a movement out of the corner of Kunou instinctively brought his
sword
up and unleashed his hard air attack as the bucket passed overhead.

Sensing Kunou start to react. Ranma-chan too acted instinctively as she
formulated an attack and leapt high up in the air her course taking her
directly over Kunou.

The hard air strike severed the bucket in half, sending the wood away,
well
before it reached its intended target. The air went through the contents
of
the bucket just as easily. However, the rest of the water simply flowed
around the attack and continued on its original course.

Ranma-chan met the stream in mid-air, instantly triggering her change.
Reaching the apex of his arc, Ranma then came downward, right where he
had
intended to from the beginning.

Kunou brought his bokken back, intending to launch yet another attack at
the
impetuous girl. He aimed at the person headed toward him when he noticed
an
unexpected feature on his attacker, an altogether pleasant sight that
brought a smile to Kunou's features.

And also made him drop his guard momentarily. It was in that moment that
Ranma landed his kick right between the kendoist's eyes. With his guard
drop, Kunou absorbed the entire force behind the blow. It dropped him
like a
rock.

Ranma stood poised over Kunou, hands still curled into fists. "All
right,
you stupid fairy. I'm really going to let you have it nOW!" Ranma cried
as a
hard fist planted itself in his face, throwing him to the ground and
away
from Kunou.

"What'd ya do that for?!" Ranma shouted at Akane.

Akane went to her knees and cradled Kunou's head on her lap. "Dummy, I
gave
you the water so you could change into a guy and end the fight peaceful
by
explaining things. I didn't mean for you to beat up poor Kunou-chan."

"Poor Kunou?! He's the one that picked the fight with me!" Ranma
complained.

"I'm sure it was a simple misunderstanding. Kunou-chan is too noble and
good
of heart to attack someone without good reason."

"He thought I seduced me," Ranma explained, and then realized it wasn't
much
of an explanation. "And why do you have a pair of panties around your
head?"

Akane appeared embarrassed. "I was trying to conceal my identity from
Kunou-chan so he didn't know I helped you. I didn't want him to know I'd
helped you against him, even if I was only trying to bring a peaceful
resolution to the fight."

"Right," Ranma said slowly. "Anyway, I need to cover up with something
so I
can get out of here."

Akane removed the panties form her head and held them out for Ranma.

"I don't think so," he said dryly.

Akane reconsidered things. Then she looked more closely at the person
resting in her lap. A small smile crept across her features. Hands
moving
from obvious experience, she removed Kunou's top, making certain to run
her
hands over his chest as often as she could as she slowly peeled it away.

She held it out for Ranma, "Here you go."

Ranma was not enthusiastic about the choice of clothing, but since it
was
either that or a pair of panties, he reluctantly accepted it, trying it
around his waist so it covered his lower features

"Perhaps you should wear his underwear, too." Akane licked her lips as
her
hand began working its way down to the front of the thong, the fingers
finding purchase on the part between his leg.

"I'd sooner wear your panties than any of his underwear," Ranma said
with
open distaste.

Akane pouted, but left her hand right where it was. "I'll stay here and
nurse Kunou-chan back to health."

Seeing the way Akane was handling Kunou, Ranma made a show of wincing in
pain at the bruise along his ribcage and said, "I think I can use some
nursing too."

"Nurse's office is on the second floor, right wing, number 201." Akane
continued stroking Kunou's body in an effort to 'revive' him.

	$Heh.  Akane's not a very sympathtic character here.  Neither is Ranma,
so I suppose it evens out, but I'd really like to start seeing one of
the characters as someone to like, rather than someone to jeer and laugh
at.

Seeing what part was threatening to revive first, given Akane's
ministrations, Ranma hurried off.

Akane looked down in joy. This was her big chance to look good in
Kunou's
eyes. She continued stroking his body until he mumbled, "Oh, Ranma-kun,
you
do that so well."

Akane made a disgusted noise and stopped. That darn Ranma. Why did he
have
to come along and make things more difficult than the already were?
Kunou
and Ranma. There was a situation doomed before it began. Akane
considered
how she could change Kunou's opinion of Ranma. There was a possibility.
If
Akane could foster Kunou's dislike of 'the pig-tailed slut' so that it
was
greater than his attraction to 'Ranma-kun,' that could work. Once she
was
confident that was the case, she would reveal the truth to Kunou, and
then
he would feel all the more gratitude to her for informing him of the
truth,
and then he would finally ask her out on the date she wanted. And then
he
would learn what a nice person she was, and then they could finally have
the
relationship they were always meant to have.

Of course she would have to make sure Kunou didn't go out of control
like he
did today. Disliking Ranma's female form was fine, hurting her was out
of
the question. The price for Kunou's love was not going to be Ranma
ending up
seriously hurt or anything. There were limits, after all, and she did
find
herself sort of liking Ranma. Not the same way she liked Kunou of
course,
but he wasn't all that bad-looking and his personality seemed
interesting on
the surface. Seeing his male form standing there naked did get her
pretty
hot, not that seeing Kunou in a thong had a different effect. It had
been
quite a while since she had any form of sexual relief. Forsaking other
men
to impress Kunou was proving increasingly difficult  by the day, and
Ranma

	$difficult by

looked like he wouldn't be a half bad lay, at least if he stopped trying
so
hard to get laid. It wouldn't have been so bad if it wasn't so painfully
obvious he was desperate.

	$Yeah.  A positive feedback loop.  The harder you try, the harder it
is, and the harder you try.

 Heck, now that she thought about it, it was a pity
Kunou wasn't more normal, since taking both him and Ranma on in this out
of
the way place would have definitely cured her abstinence woes.

Akane shook those sort of thoughts from her head. Kunou-chan was the one
(and only one) for her and that was that. She was just going to have to
keep
working at it. Good relationships required a lot or work anyway. This
one
would just take a lot more than usual was all.

But for some reason, Akane had a feeling that, thanks to Ranma's
presence,
it was going to make the work that much harder.

Why did it always seem to be the hard way?

	$But I thought she liked hard things?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx


[End notes: And here endth chapter 2. This was one of the reasons
chapter
one was so short. I knew this chapter would be way longer, and I wanted
people to get adjusted to this world at first. Hopefully a somewhat more
dangerous, (and light on his feet)

	$Just plain wrong.

 Kunou will make for an interesting
variation.

	$This Kuno ain't no pansy, that's for sure.  Although what does it say
that he turns gay and is suddenly an actual threat?

 I sort of liked the idea of Kunou actually being a school idol
for a change and respected and desired in the way mainstream Kunou
always
wanted to be. Of course, the only way it would really be fun is if this
Kunou didn't care for such attentions.

	$Yeah.  Nobody wants to see someone actually enjoy life.  That's kinda
boring.

Next up we have Ryouga renew his own feud with Ranma, although it too
will
have a little twist of its own.

	$That whole 'worst moment' thing?

 And as an added note, this things isn't

	$thing isn't
	I disappear for eight months and you stop proofing your intros and
notes.  Tsk tsk.

completely Ranmacentric, and rather there will be a definite 'sharing of
the
wealth' for various characters in a number of different scenes, though
Ranma
is still the primary protagonist of the series.

Thanks for reading.

	$Quite entertaining.  It's good to see you writing lemons again.  It's
been a long time since the last thing with Silver, which is the last one
I can remember.

	Anyway, good chapter.  Very smooth, very polished.  Kuno was a treat,
easily the most entertaining piece I've read in a while.

	Backasswards I go!

	Again.  -_-

	-Ragun















             .---Anime/Manga Fanfiction Mailing List----.
             | Administrators - ffml-admins@anifics.com |
             | Unsubscribing - ffml-request@anifics.com |
             |     Put 'unsubscribe' in the subject     |
             `---- http://ffml.anifics.com/faq.txt -----'