Ranma lay in bed considering all that had happened to him of late and how he should go about dealing with it; there were numerous problems that he would, some how, have to solve. The first was of course his mother who regardless of appearance and the deception she had played was still his mother whom he loved; the exact details of her life he hoped she would tell him once this was all over with but there lay the problem. He was being held captive, well as far as she knew, and from what little he had overheard had to work for old bucket-head for his release. He would have to remember to put him back in the infirmary when he next saw him, no one, but no one did that to his friends and certainly not his family, well mother anyway. He would have left already and found her if he a) knew where he was and b) knew where she was so till such time as he was able to figure out these facts he would have to remain here.
The plus side to this was of course the training opportunities that these people presented, there unique talents meant that he would be able to adapt and develop new ways of fighting while he waited. Payback was also not to be overlooked, Ranma was not the vengeful type but he was also not above getting his own back on those that he felt deserved whether in the from of a beating or in the more subtle but just as satisfying form of getting in the way of whatever they wanted to do.
Escaping was not a problem either he had already done it once and with the invisibility of the ‘thieves cloak’ and the destructive force of the ‘demon god assault bomb’ there was no way that he could see that would keep him here. This was disregarding the other little tricks that he had developed like his ‘revised splitting cats hairs’ which created a double of him even if it would be useless in a fight as only he or it could act fully at one time it certainly could be used to made a distraction and helped him from getting caught. He had used it that way earlier when he had awoken up naked in a rather compromising, and he would even admit enjoyable, position with that similarly naked girl. Regardless of the fact that the girl, Wanda wasn't it, had not attacked him or shouted at him he had taken no chances that what ever had kept them so calm would suddenly wear off when they broke apart.
Here he had to stop his thoughts to actually stop his figure rubbing together at the memory not to mention making sure that his ‘little-friend’ stayed asleep rather than do what it usually did in the mornings.
As she had been distracted with moving away from him he had shot right out of the bed leaving behind a duplicate image constructed from ki while cloaking himself using the umisenken(sp). It had been a tiring experience doing both and getting dressed while puppeteering the image into talking at the same time, add on the fact that he had been rather rudely awakened by the commotion outside the door before he had fully rested from his fight it was little wonder he had sought out another bed to sleep in.
The fact it was bucket-heads also contained a certain irony he found rather satisfying now that he had time and energy to think on it.
He wondered what Wanda thought when see had seen ‘him’ disappear like that when the sudden bang on the door had broken his concentration. She had made no move to hit his imago, so his fear had been unfounded on that regard, and until they were interrupted the calm had lasted between them something that was rare in his life and for some reason sensed was the same for her. But then again that could just be his imagination he knew practically nothing about her so really who was he to judge?
Wanda was another problem and, at the moment, the more immediate one. He was beginning to think that she was following him or something because every time that he went to sleep since he had come here she had got into bed with him, but more than likely it was one of those pointless coincidence that kept on turning up in his life. Her room had most likely got damaged by the fight and so she had gone to another empty one, this was the only one he knew about due to its normal occupant ‘resting’ else where it was likely she had had the same idea as he. However, regardless of how it had happened here they were again, at least it was not as bad as last time apart from both being naked their hands were more or less to themselves regardless of the fact that she was almost lying on top of him with her leg over both of his and her head rested against his chest.
Ranma realized that if this kept up, and knowing his luck it was going to and in the end be bad for him, he was going to have to get some clothes that were not so much ripped and dirtied that he was forgoing the wearing of them. With all the weird outfits that these guys were wearing he was sure that he would be able to come up with something he could wear. However these were thoughts for a different time, such as when he had gotten out of his current predicament. He was actually surprised that he was not panicing right now, as he would do normally, but again with this girl he was for some reason calm but he was not going to press his luck. Last time he pressed his luck it bit him so till he had what ever was going on sorted out he was not going to push it.
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