La Blue Ranma Chapter 3
Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 1:51 amLa Blue Ranma
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I don’t own this series or any other series. I am just floating an idea. I am making no money, nor plan to, off this venture. If you think of suing me over this, then grow up.
I would like to first personally thank all of those reviewing my stories. I enjoy reading your comments, and try to correct the grammatical errors I miss with my final read-through as well as my spell checkers. The suggestions you all make will help make this story better for everyone to enjoy, as well as allow my to fix some plot holes I may unintentionally leave. If you find any, let me know, and I will correct them and repost the chapters.
A Ranma½/La Blue Girl fusion.
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It was slow going to get Nabiki back to her room, what with the upset fiancées, rivals, and said girl trying to strip him of clothes and have her way with him every moment from the dining area to her room.
Finally, Ranma got her there, minus his shirt, and shut the door. “Those incense sticks still burning?” he asked.
“Yep,” said Miko, as she had followed him, the other girls believing that nothing would happen as long as his Aunt was there with him.
If they only knew...
Ranma nodded. “Can you hit her points? She’s a little too wil—MMMPH!” he tried to say, before Nabiki once again cut off his ability to speak with her tongue.
Miko sighed. Her nephew—she still hated that idea that she was old enough to have such an old nephew—could be a little too troublesome at times. “Sure, I’ll hit them. But you sort of forgot the other problem.”
Ranma’s eyes looked at her with confusion. His hand pointed down to the floor.
“The girls?” Seeing him give her the thumbs-up gesture, she shook her head. “Yaku, Fubuki, and Sis have them in hand. They won’t be up here, and I doubt they think you’d do something to her with me here.”
Ranma’s eyes narrowed.
“I didn’t say they were right,” she teased.
Ranma sighed as best he could; considering the human vacuum currently nibbling on his tongue.
“I was talking about what you’ll need to do after I hit those points,” smirked the Shikima Princess. “Or did you forget that doing that will only stop more lust from building like that. It won’t take care of what’s already in her system.”
Ranma’s eyes opened wide, as he pulled back from Nabiki, allowing her to begin to kiss his neck. “You can’t be serious,” he growled out. He had already told them that he would be as celibate as a eunuch when it came to anyone associated with his problems in Nerima.
And the last thing he was going to do was ... well, Nabiki. She’d hold that over his head even beyond death.
“What’s the problem?” asked Miko. “Just erase her short-term memory now and later.”
Ranma sighed. He really hated being a Shikima at times.
“Besides, someone had to hit those points, and judging by how long this has gone on, it had to be you.”
Ranma just glared at her.
“Now, get to work,” said Miko, sitting at Nabiki’s desk.
“With you watching?” Ranma asked in shock.
“You said yourself that they’d never trust you in here alone with her. Unless you want me to get your Mom to watch over you while you drain the lust off her,” Miko added with a smirk. Why have family if you couldn’t tease them?
Ranma shivered at that thought. No, he did not want his mother watching him ... again. It was bad enough he had other people there watching him train.
His mother actually shouted out suggestions, and often had to be restrained from enforcing those suggestions.
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“Will Nabiki be all right, Auntie?” asked Kasumi.
Nodoka smiled. “Oh yes, dear. My son merely has to help her vent the excess energy she has,” she said, before turning towards the two fathers. “But how you fools could have missed what was happening to her is beyond me.”
“I thought she was just becoming friendlier,” said Soun, slowly sitting up.
“You’re lucky she didn’t get to the point where she was ‘friendly’ with anyone and everyone,” said Yaku with disgust. “If you don’t shut off those pressure points, she’ll have less control than a nymphomaniac.”
“WAH! MY DAUGHTER’S A SLUT!”
WHAM!
“Thank you, Kasumi-chan,” said Nodoka, as the eldest Tendo lowered her frying pan.
“Well, Father shouldn’t say such things about Nabiki-chan.”
“Excuse me,” said Ukyo, “but how exactly is Ranma going to help her ... vent?”
“Him not do humpty-dance with Greedy Girl?” asked Shampoo.
“Don’t fear girls,” Nodoka said. “My son would never do anything with Nabiki that he wouldn’t do with his Aunt there.”
Akane tried to keep her voice from growling. Would Ranma really sleep with her pressure-point crazed sister, with his Aunt in the same room. Nah, even Ranma isn’t that perverted.
Besides, she seems to be more ... normal than Auntie.
“I figure it’ll take about an hour before Nabiki will be safe,” said Nodoka.
“But in the mean time,” said the woman, glaring at the assembled residents of Nerima, “I think we should continue to discuss the new rules involved with those who wish to date my son.”
Some of the assembled people could barely gulp at the sight of the evil smirk on the Saotome matriarch’s face, let alone that on the faces of the assembled clan girls.
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Naru was on Cloud-9 after departing from Ranma. She hadn’t felt this good since ... since ever.
Then again, from what she could recall from last night and the quickie before breakfast that morning, she had every reason to be happy.
“NARU-CHAN!”
She paused in her walk, spotting her friend Usagi and a few other girls. “Hi, Usagi,” she said, still smiling.
“Wow,” said Rei, “you’re in a good mood.”
Naru nodded.
“Oh ... my ... God,” said Minako, recognizing that glow around Naru. “You got some!”
“Some what?” asked Usagi.
Minako pulled the girl off to the sidewalk and into a small alley. “Who was her? How was he? Give me details!”
“Huh?” said Usagi. “What’s going on?”
“I met a guy,” said Naru, her voice taking on a dreamy quality.
“Damn,” muttered Makoto, hoping it wasn’t her Old Sempai.
“Well,” said Minako, shaking the girl slightly. “Give me details. I want dimensions here.”
“Minako!” gasped Rei. “That’s exceedingly rude.”
“He was the best I’ve had,” smirked Naru. “He did things that Umino could never hope to reach, things I’ve only read about in books and on the Internet, and he took me to places that I could have died happy at,” she finished, her face now in a full blush.
“What’s going on?” said Usagi. “Why won’t you tell me anything?”
“They’re talking about sex, Usagi,” said Ami.
“... Oh,” said the now blushing Moon Princess. “So he’s your new boyfriend?” asked Usagi.
“No,” sighed Naru. “He said I wasn’t in the right place for a relationship.”
“So he used you,” said Rei.
“Not at all,” said Naru. “God, we talked before it, we talked in-between it, and we talked after it, over breakfast... He really helped me with my breakup.”
“So why aren’t you dating?” asked Rei.
“I’m not ready for it, and he doesn’t want to deal with relationships. I think he had an abusive one,” said Naru. “He seemed to shy around it when I tried to get it out of him.”
“So he’s a banged can?” asked Minako.
“Damaged goods,” corrected Ami.
“Maybe,” said Naru. “I’ll try and find out more when I meet him again.”
“Again?” asked Makoto.
Naru nodded. “Friends with benefits.”
“Friends can do that?” asked Usagi, glaring at the other girls.
Rei sighed. Sometimes, their leader could be so childish.
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Ranma stretched his form as he shifted back to his human side, the fur and tentacles fading into his pink skin.
“Not bad,” said Miko, “looks like you listened to Dad.”
Ranma shivered at the mention of the Shikima King and his grandfather, recalling the lessons he had to learn under the man for his girl-side.
Miko looked over the girl, hitting the points needed to erase her short-term memory, hopefully ensuring that the girl would not recall either Ranma’s Shikima-form, or his helping her relieve her lust. “Feeling better?”
Ranma nodded. “My reserves are pretty full.”
“That happens with such techniques,” she said, tucking the girl in. “She was probably storing lust up like a sponge since you hit her with that whammy. I’m surprised No-chan didn’t catch it before she left with you.”
Ranma could only sigh. “She ain’t going to be some love-struck girl now, is she?”
“Nah,” said Miko. “She just needs some sleep now, should be back to her old annoying self when she gets up.
“We still better air out the room though,” said Miko, taking a sniff. “Don’t worry about the others. I muted your energy signature the minute you shifted. They should still be none the wiser.”
Ranma nodded, opening the window, after ensuring no one was trying to peak in from the outside. “We better get downstairs before they come up here after me.”
Miko shook her head. “I really think you should just dump them all, they seem like nothing but trouble.”
Ranma sighed. “We talked about this.”
“It is their honor, not yours, Ranma,” said Miko. “But that is something you’ll have to figure out on your own.”
Ranma slowly exited the room, as Miko followed. She did care for him, but at least she didn’t pressure her view on him like some people did.
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“Now are we all quite clear?” asked Nodoka, standing over the bleeding forms of Soun and Genma.
“I still must demand that the foul sorcerer—”
WHAM! WHAM! DOUBLE-WHAM!
Kodachi looked over at the twitching form of her brother. From what she could understand, the redheaded harridan was related to her precious Ranma-sama, and therefore not a contender for his affections, aside from those of a family sense.
So, she decided to nod her head in agreement with the declarations of Mother Saotome, lest he be the twitching one on the floor with possible cranium damage.
Cologne, however, was still considering things. She would have had to been blind not to sense the strange power coming from the Saotome woman, even now, when it was heavily muted.
A power that not only did her fellow clan members and sister seem to emit, but something Ranma himself was now emitting as well.
And as an Amazon Elder, such power seemed to stir a deep seated fear in her.
But what this fear was, was beyond her scope to identify at the moment.
Son-in-law will require much closer observation now. It would appear his lineage possesses a power that I have never seen before, yet it strikes a cord within me. Why? And who are the others with her?
And what did I sense from him just now? His power seemed to change for a moment, but then it was muted again.
Yes, it would appear things have changed.
“So is okay for Shampoo to still see Airen?” asked Shampoo.
Nodoka nodded. “But interfere in his affairs, and there will be hell to pay,” said Nodoka. “My son is not some simple prize for you to try and win. He is a living being, and as such, deserves that respect.”
Ukyo sighed. “So let me get this straight. We can still see Ranchan, we can date Ranchan. But we can’t interfere if he is doing so with other people.”
“Correct.”
“But he’s engaged to me!” yelled Ukyo.
WHAM!
“I know, dear,” said Nodoka, polishing the back of her sword, as Ukyo rubbed her head. “But those matters of honor were rendered null by my husband’s foolish actions.
“What more your actions on a whole, have given my son the wrong impression about a relationship and what it should be like. He believed that if he showed any sign of affection, it would lead to pain. Now, could you all explain to me why that is?”
The girls remained silent, even Akane.
“I see,” said Nodoka, as she walked over to her seat. “I must say that I was very disappointed in all of you when I was able to finally get my son to tell me what had been happening.”
She then glared at her broken husband. “And that includes the Nekoken, dear,” she said, the final word dripping with malice.
“But Ranma-kun seemed fine,” said Kasumi.
“He is now,” said Nodoka. “But the sheer amount of effort we had to put into him to deal with that issue, not to mention dealing with my husband’s stupidity over the Quiet Turtle point, it was a very troubling month.”
“Month?” asked Akane. “But you said he would need two.”
Nodoka nodded. “Dealing with the problem was easy, Akane-chan,” said Nodoka. “But getting my son used to a reality after dealing with such changes took just as long.”
“And if I may ask,” started Cologne, “how did you help him with the effects of the Quiet Turtle pressure point?”
Nodoka hid her smirk. “I and my family merely directed that energy into harsh activities best able to help my son deal with the energy, with those who could take any force he might have been able to invoke in such.”
Cologne looked with veiled eyes. “It almost sounds like you had him have sex with people who could match any strength he had.”
“It could be taken like that, yes,” said Nodoka. “But since the methods used were family techniques, I’m afraid I cannot divulge them to you, nor can Ranma. Let us simply say the problems with dealt with and the manner of such took my son time to deal with, as well as deal with ... other issues,” said Nodoka.
“Such as?”
“Such a Kisses of Marriage and Death, potions, Phoenix Pills, rivals, pursuers, negligent parental figures, threats, bets; shall I continue, Elder?” asked Nodoka, glaring at the ancient Amazon.
“No, that is quite enough,” said the Elder.
“Mom, everything okay?” asked Ranma, coming into the room with Miko close behind him.
“All is well, son,” smirked Nodoka. “How is Nabiki?”
“Um, she’s resting right now,” he said, scratching the back of his head nervously, seeing the slow glares of all the fiancée-girls in the room.
“What did you do to her?” asked Akane, glaring at him now.
“Before or after the training?” asked Ranma.
“WHAT?”
Miko sighed. He really did need to learn to control that mouth of his. “Before he left with my sister, he accidentally hit a few pressure points on her meant to stimulate lust. And before you blame him, may I remind you that not one of you took her to get checked up on. If the poor girl had a normal sex drive, she would have been climbing the walls within three weeks ... or the mailman.”
“Nabiki is a late bloomer,” said Kasumi.
“Anyway, he used the same techniques that were used on him,” said Nodoka. “And no, she won’t remember what was done.”
“So how do we know the pervert didn’t do anything to her without her knowing?” asked Akane.
“I was with my nephew, little girl,” growled Miko. “And I suggest you stop accusing him of stuff like that. He may tolerate it, but I don’t tolerate anyone treating my family like that.”
Akane relented, not wanting to start a fight with her. She’d believe Ranma hadn’t done anything perverted ... for the moment.
“She’ll need a few hours sleep,” said Ranma, trying not to blush.
“She hit Airen?” asked Shampoo, spotting a small bruise on Ranma’s neck that had yet to fade.
“Um,” said Miko, wondering why that hadn’t healed before they had come downstairs, “she was a little amorous until we helped her. I probably have a hickey on me somewhere too.” Please buy this! Please!
Shampoo nodded slowly. “Better not be Greedy Girl wanting Airen for herself.”
Nodoka sighed. It was like none of them could understand a word she said.
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It was later that night after the others had returned to their homes, that the Miroku clan was meeting inside the Dojo, Nin-nin patrolling to ensure no one barged in on the meeting, including a certain nosey Tendo.
“So son,” said Nodoka, “how was your hunt?”
“You put me in a neighborhood filled with magic girls,” growled Ranma.
“So?”
“Are you trying to get him killed?” asked Yaku. “I know of at least seven wards with fewer dangers than Senshi!”
“I’m sure my son can handle them,” said Nodoka dismissively.
“You want him to sleep with them, don’t you?” asked Miko in a sad tone.
“They’ll have such cute babies!” said Nodoka in a slightly insane voice.
The three girls and one male Miroku cringed a bit.
Yes, she was that insane.
“Sister,” growled Miko, “I hope you are not trying to purposely put my nephew into mortal danger, expose us to further danger, on the stupid hopes from grandchildren.”
“Why?” asked Nodoka, her eyes filled with confusion.
“BECAUSE WE DON’T WANT HIM DEAD!” yelled Miko, right into Nodoka’s ear.
Fubuki sighed. “You know, I always wondered why they named Miko as their heir, when Nodoka was older.”
“Now you know,” said Yaku sadly.
“I’m so doomed, it ain’t funny,” said Ranma, sitting in a corner, an aura of depression around him.
“And that is why I got a house nearby, Saotome,” said Yaku, patting her fellow Miroku on his shoulder. “If things get too bad, just come by and chat. One of us will be there.”
“Really?” asked Ranma, not seeing Fubuki licking her lips at him, as Miko started to smack his mother around.
“Really,” said the girl. “After all, we’re family. And family has to watch out for each other.”
“Thanks,” said Ranma.
“YOU SET UP HOUSES WHERE?” yelled Miko, as she and her sister started to get into a loud fight.
“Should we stop them?” asked Ranma.
“Nah,” said Fubuki, “they have family issues to deal with.
“Come on, a midnight patrol will help clear your mind of worries.”
Ranma sighed. “Yeah, that sounds good.”
Bide your time, girl. Fubuki sighed as she watched him leave with Yaku. He’ll be ready for a go in due time.
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“You okay?” asked Yaku.
“I felt a shiver go down my back,” said Ranma. “That can’t be a good sign.”
“Probably something that your Mom just told Miko,” said the wild girl.
Ranma nodded. “You know, maybe I should see about selling those other safe houses. The last thing I need is more danger in my life.”
“Crap,” said Yaku. “We forgot to ask her about that idea you told us at the train station.”
Ranma cringed. “I really don’t think we should ask her now,” he said, hearing the two sisters scream as they fought.
“We’ll make a trip to see your grandparents later on in the week,” said Fubuki. “They’ll have a better idea if you should.”
Ranma nodded. “Somehow, I feel safer with them than my Mom.”
“We all do, Saotome,” said Yaku. “We all do.”
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I don’t own this series or any other series. I am just floating an idea. I am making no money, nor plan to, off this venture. If you think of suing me over this, then grow up.
I would like to first personally thank all of those reviewing my stories. I enjoy reading your comments, and try to correct the grammatical errors I miss with my final read-through as well as my spell checkers. The suggestions you all make will help make this story better for everyone to enjoy, as well as allow my to fix some plot holes I may unintentionally leave. If you find any, let me know, and I will correct them and repost the chapters.
A Ranma½/La Blue Girl fusion.
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It was slow going to get Nabiki back to her room, what with the upset fiancées, rivals, and said girl trying to strip him of clothes and have her way with him every moment from the dining area to her room.
Finally, Ranma got her there, minus his shirt, and shut the door. “Those incense sticks still burning?” he asked.
“Yep,” said Miko, as she had followed him, the other girls believing that nothing would happen as long as his Aunt was there with him.
If they only knew...
Ranma nodded. “Can you hit her points? She’s a little too wil—MMMPH!” he tried to say, before Nabiki once again cut off his ability to speak with her tongue.
Miko sighed. Her nephew—she still hated that idea that she was old enough to have such an old nephew—could be a little too troublesome at times. “Sure, I’ll hit them. But you sort of forgot the other problem.”
Ranma’s eyes looked at her with confusion. His hand pointed down to the floor.
“The girls?” Seeing him give her the thumbs-up gesture, she shook her head. “Yaku, Fubuki, and Sis have them in hand. They won’t be up here, and I doubt they think you’d do something to her with me here.”
Ranma’s eyes narrowed.
“I didn’t say they were right,” she teased.
Ranma sighed as best he could; considering the human vacuum currently nibbling on his tongue.
“I was talking about what you’ll need to do after I hit those points,” smirked the Shikima Princess. “Or did you forget that doing that will only stop more lust from building like that. It won’t take care of what’s already in her system.”
Ranma’s eyes opened wide, as he pulled back from Nabiki, allowing her to begin to kiss his neck. “You can’t be serious,” he growled out. He had already told them that he would be as celibate as a eunuch when it came to anyone associated with his problems in Nerima.
And the last thing he was going to do was ... well, Nabiki. She’d hold that over his head even beyond death.
“What’s the problem?” asked Miko. “Just erase her short-term memory now and later.”
Ranma sighed. He really hated being a Shikima at times.
“Besides, someone had to hit those points, and judging by how long this has gone on, it had to be you.”
Ranma just glared at her.
“Now, get to work,” said Miko, sitting at Nabiki’s desk.
“With you watching?” Ranma asked in shock.
“You said yourself that they’d never trust you in here alone with her. Unless you want me to get your Mom to watch over you while you drain the lust off her,” Miko added with a smirk. Why have family if you couldn’t tease them?
Ranma shivered at that thought. No, he did not want his mother watching him ... again. It was bad enough he had other people there watching him train.
His mother actually shouted out suggestions, and often had to be restrained from enforcing those suggestions.
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“Will Nabiki be all right, Auntie?” asked Kasumi.
Nodoka smiled. “Oh yes, dear. My son merely has to help her vent the excess energy she has,” she said, before turning towards the two fathers. “But how you fools could have missed what was happening to her is beyond me.”
“I thought she was just becoming friendlier,” said Soun, slowly sitting up.
“You’re lucky she didn’t get to the point where she was ‘friendly’ with anyone and everyone,” said Yaku with disgust. “If you don’t shut off those pressure points, she’ll have less control than a nymphomaniac.”
“WAH! MY DAUGHTER’S A SLUT!”
WHAM!
“Thank you, Kasumi-chan,” said Nodoka, as the eldest Tendo lowered her frying pan.
“Well, Father shouldn’t say such things about Nabiki-chan.”
“Excuse me,” said Ukyo, “but how exactly is Ranma going to help her ... vent?”
“Him not do humpty-dance with Greedy Girl?” asked Shampoo.
“Don’t fear girls,” Nodoka said. “My son would never do anything with Nabiki that he wouldn’t do with his Aunt there.”
Akane tried to keep her voice from growling. Would Ranma really sleep with her pressure-point crazed sister, with his Aunt in the same room. Nah, even Ranma isn’t that perverted.
Besides, she seems to be more ... normal than Auntie.
“I figure it’ll take about an hour before Nabiki will be safe,” said Nodoka.
“But in the mean time,” said the woman, glaring at the assembled residents of Nerima, “I think we should continue to discuss the new rules involved with those who wish to date my son.”
Some of the assembled people could barely gulp at the sight of the evil smirk on the Saotome matriarch’s face, let alone that on the faces of the assembled clan girls.
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Naru was on Cloud-9 after departing from Ranma. She hadn’t felt this good since ... since ever.
Then again, from what she could recall from last night and the quickie before breakfast that morning, she had every reason to be happy.
“NARU-CHAN!”
She paused in her walk, spotting her friend Usagi and a few other girls. “Hi, Usagi,” she said, still smiling.
“Wow,” said Rei, “you’re in a good mood.”
Naru nodded.
“Oh ... my ... God,” said Minako, recognizing that glow around Naru. “You got some!”
“Some what?” asked Usagi.
Minako pulled the girl off to the sidewalk and into a small alley. “Who was her? How was he? Give me details!”
“Huh?” said Usagi. “What’s going on?”
“I met a guy,” said Naru, her voice taking on a dreamy quality.
“Damn,” muttered Makoto, hoping it wasn’t her Old Sempai.
“Well,” said Minako, shaking the girl slightly. “Give me details. I want dimensions here.”
“Minako!” gasped Rei. “That’s exceedingly rude.”
“He was the best I’ve had,” smirked Naru. “He did things that Umino could never hope to reach, things I’ve only read about in books and on the Internet, and he took me to places that I could have died happy at,” she finished, her face now in a full blush.
“What’s going on?” said Usagi. “Why won’t you tell me anything?”
“They’re talking about sex, Usagi,” said Ami.
“... Oh,” said the now blushing Moon Princess. “So he’s your new boyfriend?” asked Usagi.
“No,” sighed Naru. “He said I wasn’t in the right place for a relationship.”
“So he used you,” said Rei.
“Not at all,” said Naru. “God, we talked before it, we talked in-between it, and we talked after it, over breakfast... He really helped me with my breakup.”
“So why aren’t you dating?” asked Rei.
“I’m not ready for it, and he doesn’t want to deal with relationships. I think he had an abusive one,” said Naru. “He seemed to shy around it when I tried to get it out of him.”
“So he’s a banged can?” asked Minako.
“Damaged goods,” corrected Ami.
“Maybe,” said Naru. “I’ll try and find out more when I meet him again.”
“Again?” asked Makoto.
Naru nodded. “Friends with benefits.”
“Friends can do that?” asked Usagi, glaring at the other girls.
Rei sighed. Sometimes, their leader could be so childish.
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Ranma stretched his form as he shifted back to his human side, the fur and tentacles fading into his pink skin.
“Not bad,” said Miko, “looks like you listened to Dad.”
Ranma shivered at the mention of the Shikima King and his grandfather, recalling the lessons he had to learn under the man for his girl-side.
Miko looked over the girl, hitting the points needed to erase her short-term memory, hopefully ensuring that the girl would not recall either Ranma’s Shikima-form, or his helping her relieve her lust. “Feeling better?”
Ranma nodded. “My reserves are pretty full.”
“That happens with such techniques,” she said, tucking the girl in. “She was probably storing lust up like a sponge since you hit her with that whammy. I’m surprised No-chan didn’t catch it before she left with you.”
Ranma could only sigh. “She ain’t going to be some love-struck girl now, is she?”
“Nah,” said Miko. “She just needs some sleep now, should be back to her old annoying self when she gets up.
“We still better air out the room though,” said Miko, taking a sniff. “Don’t worry about the others. I muted your energy signature the minute you shifted. They should still be none the wiser.”
Ranma nodded, opening the window, after ensuring no one was trying to peak in from the outside. “We better get downstairs before they come up here after me.”
Miko shook her head. “I really think you should just dump them all, they seem like nothing but trouble.”
Ranma sighed. “We talked about this.”
“It is their honor, not yours, Ranma,” said Miko. “But that is something you’ll have to figure out on your own.”
Ranma slowly exited the room, as Miko followed. She did care for him, but at least she didn’t pressure her view on him like some people did.
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“Now are we all quite clear?” asked Nodoka, standing over the bleeding forms of Soun and Genma.
“I still must demand that the foul sorcerer—”
WHAM! WHAM! DOUBLE-WHAM!
Kodachi looked over at the twitching form of her brother. From what she could understand, the redheaded harridan was related to her precious Ranma-sama, and therefore not a contender for his affections, aside from those of a family sense.
So, she decided to nod her head in agreement with the declarations of Mother Saotome, lest he be the twitching one on the floor with possible cranium damage.
Cologne, however, was still considering things. She would have had to been blind not to sense the strange power coming from the Saotome woman, even now, when it was heavily muted.
A power that not only did her fellow clan members and sister seem to emit, but something Ranma himself was now emitting as well.
And as an Amazon Elder, such power seemed to stir a deep seated fear in her.
But what this fear was, was beyond her scope to identify at the moment.
Son-in-law will require much closer observation now. It would appear his lineage possesses a power that I have never seen before, yet it strikes a cord within me. Why? And who are the others with her?
And what did I sense from him just now? His power seemed to change for a moment, but then it was muted again.
Yes, it would appear things have changed.
“So is okay for Shampoo to still see Airen?” asked Shampoo.
Nodoka nodded. “But interfere in his affairs, and there will be hell to pay,” said Nodoka. “My son is not some simple prize for you to try and win. He is a living being, and as such, deserves that respect.”
Ukyo sighed. “So let me get this straight. We can still see Ranchan, we can date Ranchan. But we can’t interfere if he is doing so with other people.”
“Correct.”
“But he’s engaged to me!” yelled Ukyo.
WHAM!
“I know, dear,” said Nodoka, polishing the back of her sword, as Ukyo rubbed her head. “But those matters of honor were rendered null by my husband’s foolish actions.
“What more your actions on a whole, have given my son the wrong impression about a relationship and what it should be like. He believed that if he showed any sign of affection, it would lead to pain. Now, could you all explain to me why that is?”
The girls remained silent, even Akane.
“I see,” said Nodoka, as she walked over to her seat. “I must say that I was very disappointed in all of you when I was able to finally get my son to tell me what had been happening.”
She then glared at her broken husband. “And that includes the Nekoken, dear,” she said, the final word dripping with malice.
“But Ranma-kun seemed fine,” said Kasumi.
“He is now,” said Nodoka. “But the sheer amount of effort we had to put into him to deal with that issue, not to mention dealing with my husband’s stupidity over the Quiet Turtle point, it was a very troubling month.”
“Month?” asked Akane. “But you said he would need two.”
Nodoka nodded. “Dealing with the problem was easy, Akane-chan,” said Nodoka. “But getting my son used to a reality after dealing with such changes took just as long.”
“And if I may ask,” started Cologne, “how did you help him with the effects of the Quiet Turtle pressure point?”
Nodoka hid her smirk. “I and my family merely directed that energy into harsh activities best able to help my son deal with the energy, with those who could take any force he might have been able to invoke in such.”
Cologne looked with veiled eyes. “It almost sounds like you had him have sex with people who could match any strength he had.”
“It could be taken like that, yes,” said Nodoka. “But since the methods used were family techniques, I’m afraid I cannot divulge them to you, nor can Ranma. Let us simply say the problems with dealt with and the manner of such took my son time to deal with, as well as deal with ... other issues,” said Nodoka.
“Such as?”
“Such a Kisses of Marriage and Death, potions, Phoenix Pills, rivals, pursuers, negligent parental figures, threats, bets; shall I continue, Elder?” asked Nodoka, glaring at the ancient Amazon.
“No, that is quite enough,” said the Elder.
“Mom, everything okay?” asked Ranma, coming into the room with Miko close behind him.
“All is well, son,” smirked Nodoka. “How is Nabiki?”
“Um, she’s resting right now,” he said, scratching the back of his head nervously, seeing the slow glares of all the fiancée-girls in the room.
“What did you do to her?” asked Akane, glaring at him now.
“Before or after the training?” asked Ranma.
“WHAT?”
Miko sighed. He really did need to learn to control that mouth of his. “Before he left with my sister, he accidentally hit a few pressure points on her meant to stimulate lust. And before you blame him, may I remind you that not one of you took her to get checked up on. If the poor girl had a normal sex drive, she would have been climbing the walls within three weeks ... or the mailman.”
“Nabiki is a late bloomer,” said Kasumi.
“Anyway, he used the same techniques that were used on him,” said Nodoka. “And no, she won’t remember what was done.”
“So how do we know the pervert didn’t do anything to her without her knowing?” asked Akane.
“I was with my nephew, little girl,” growled Miko. “And I suggest you stop accusing him of stuff like that. He may tolerate it, but I don’t tolerate anyone treating my family like that.”
Akane relented, not wanting to start a fight with her. She’d believe Ranma hadn’t done anything perverted ... for the moment.
“She’ll need a few hours sleep,” said Ranma, trying not to blush.
“She hit Airen?” asked Shampoo, spotting a small bruise on Ranma’s neck that had yet to fade.
“Um,” said Miko, wondering why that hadn’t healed before they had come downstairs, “she was a little amorous until we helped her. I probably have a hickey on me somewhere too.” Please buy this! Please!
Shampoo nodded slowly. “Better not be Greedy Girl wanting Airen for herself.”
Nodoka sighed. It was like none of them could understand a word she said.
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It was later that night after the others had returned to their homes, that the Miroku clan was meeting inside the Dojo, Nin-nin patrolling to ensure no one barged in on the meeting, including a certain nosey Tendo.
“So son,” said Nodoka, “how was your hunt?”
“You put me in a neighborhood filled with magic girls,” growled Ranma.
“So?”
“Are you trying to get him killed?” asked Yaku. “I know of at least seven wards with fewer dangers than Senshi!”
“I’m sure my son can handle them,” said Nodoka dismissively.
“You want him to sleep with them, don’t you?” asked Miko in a sad tone.
“They’ll have such cute babies!” said Nodoka in a slightly insane voice.
The three girls and one male Miroku cringed a bit.
Yes, she was that insane.
“Sister,” growled Miko, “I hope you are not trying to purposely put my nephew into mortal danger, expose us to further danger, on the stupid hopes from grandchildren.”
“Why?” asked Nodoka, her eyes filled with confusion.
“BECAUSE WE DON’T WANT HIM DEAD!” yelled Miko, right into Nodoka’s ear.
Fubuki sighed. “You know, I always wondered why they named Miko as their heir, when Nodoka was older.”
“Now you know,” said Yaku sadly.
“I’m so doomed, it ain’t funny,” said Ranma, sitting in a corner, an aura of depression around him.
“And that is why I got a house nearby, Saotome,” said Yaku, patting her fellow Miroku on his shoulder. “If things get too bad, just come by and chat. One of us will be there.”
“Really?” asked Ranma, not seeing Fubuki licking her lips at him, as Miko started to smack his mother around.
“Really,” said the girl. “After all, we’re family. And family has to watch out for each other.”
“Thanks,” said Ranma.
“YOU SET UP HOUSES WHERE?” yelled Miko, as she and her sister started to get into a loud fight.
“Should we stop them?” asked Ranma.
“Nah,” said Fubuki, “they have family issues to deal with.
“Come on, a midnight patrol will help clear your mind of worries.”
Ranma sighed. “Yeah, that sounds good.”
Bide your time, girl. Fubuki sighed as she watched him leave with Yaku. He’ll be ready for a go in due time.
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“You okay?” asked Yaku.
“I felt a shiver go down my back,” said Ranma. “That can’t be a good sign.”
“Probably something that your Mom just told Miko,” said the wild girl.
Ranma nodded. “You know, maybe I should see about selling those other safe houses. The last thing I need is more danger in my life.”
“Crap,” said Yaku. “We forgot to ask her about that idea you told us at the train station.”
Ranma cringed. “I really don’t think we should ask her now,” he said, hearing the two sisters scream as they fought.
“We’ll make a trip to see your grandparents later on in the week,” said Fubuki. “They’ll have a better idea if you should.”
Ranma nodded. “Somehow, I feel safer with them than my Mom.”
“We all do, Saotome,” said Yaku. “We all do.”
