[Episode 107009] [Episode 107009]**********
Akane glanced at the hole she'd made in the ceiling, watching as the rain began to land inside the school hall. She decided that, after everything that had happened to Yoiko today already, this poor, poor girl didn't need to get soaking wet. So, Akane moved to pick the girl up, still hugging Yoiko, protectively, as Akane stood and talked to her gang.
"Let's go across the hall, and stay dry."
A tiny part of Akane's mind began jumping up and down, trying to get her attention. Something about cold water... Something about cold water...
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Ranma's recent spot of bad luck continued to haunt him, as he arrived in the hallway between classes just in time to miss the movement Akane and her gang made from one room to the other, but he was also just in time to run almost face-first into the chest of an extremely tall upper-class man. A small part of Ranma's mind, which had been concentrating on figuring out how to... apologize, he supposed, to Akane (though he wasn't entirely sure why he had to apologize, he was pretty sure he had to), gave a tiny cheer. Dealing with this odd-ball frankly beat the thought of apologizing for something he wasn't entirely sure he ought to apologize for. Still...
"Muno, I'm kind of in a hurry. If you don't mind, I can fight you some other time."
"Foul demon! Excrement of a pig's bladder! Donkey puncher! I am to be called by the honorary suffix, "-sempai," if thou wishest to be known as a man, and not the basest of animals!"
"Sorry, Muno-sempai, I really need to go-"
"My name is not Muno, it is Tatewaki Kuno! And you shall know of me as Tatewaki Kuno, the Blue Thunder of Furinken High! Knave, you have dishonored not just my self with your foolish insult, you have brought low the house of Kuno! En garde!"
Ranma paused, about to try the request again, with the proper name, before he actually bothered to look at Kuno. He had a kind of odd stance to him, a bit stiff in his posture, and he was holding his sword out from him, as though he didn't want to touch it more than he had to, instead of resting the blade on his shoulder as he had this morning. Come to think of it, his sword looked lightly stained, and wet, as though something had stained the wood, and someone had tried to wash it off, to little effect. And...
"Man! Your stick smells awful! You were calling me pig escor... ekro... crap?!?"
"You are no more than a demon, a foul-"
"You aren't the guy to be talking about foul!"
"-treacherous, loathsome beast! No more than an imp, a creature of malice and stupidity! This is not a, "stick," this is a finely crafted-"
"And incredibly stinky."
"Boku-toh! I have honed my skill with this blade to the absolute razor's edge, the pinnacle of human achievement in the art of defense, and now... taste the proof of my manhood!"
A pregnant pause filled the hallway.
"Your manhood?"
"Yes... I clearly meant my years of training and truly Olympian skill. Only a base creature as yourself would imply otherwise!"
"Yeah, but, come on. You said to taste your manhood. What was that?"
"I said taste the proof, the PROOF of my manhood, not just my manhood! ... The Blue Thunder has had a hard day. A wench has mistreated me cruelly, but what a fine figure of a woman! Truly, a creature of radiant beauty and wonderful curves! And so energetic, she would make a lovely, if painful, bride!"
Ranma paused, and considered the last time he had had a conversation like this. Male bonding about the opposite sex just made him think about Gosunkugi and the whole... Gosunkugi. He quickly steered the subject in another direction.
"Well, that happens to everybody. But, it seems to me that you shouldn't bother saying things that can be taken two ways like that, right? Especially when you don't mean the other way, right?"
"Perhaps you have a point, but, knave, consider the following; in the context, the original meaning that sprang from my noble brow was clear, so any confusion is not my own fault!"
"Yeah, I suppose, but that doesn't really help you, or me, if I don't understand, right? Putting that burden on the guy you are talking to, it might not always work, you know? Like, let's say I didn't understand, and thought the other thing was what you really wanted."
"Then you would be in for a proper thrashing! I would beat the insolence and ignorance from your very bones!"
"... Sure. But, what if you had a bunch of people misunderstand. What if you made a speech to the school, and everyone misunderstood?"
"... I think I see your point. Knave. Still and all though, should not the context be key in the decision-making of this sort, and can it not be used to clarify?"
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As Kuno and Ranma continued their surprising, and strange, discussion, Akane and the gang were surrounding Yoiko in a room only a few feet away.
"Yoiko, I'm so sorry about what Ranma did to you. Almost forcing himself onto you that way. Disgraceful!"
Akane paused, and began considering it, as Sayuri grabbed a hanky and wiped Yoiko's face clean. Akane murmured her thoughts without realizing it.
"His big hands on your huge, succulent breasts... stroking your soft womanhood... maybe he'd kiss it first, to get you ready... his lips at work between your legs... your tight, virgin body responding to his pleasureful work, releasing your sweet, feminine juices... lubricating yourself for his horrible onslaught on your small, sexy, cute little body... his rock-hard cock massive between your legs, a real monster waiting to -ram- between your tight, soft lips... his hands roughly, so roughly working on your big, wonderfully sexy butt..."
Akane gulped, realized she was speaking aloud, blushed, and wiped the drool from her mouth.
In a tiny corner of Ryouga's mind, Yoiko pictured what Akane had just said, and weeped.
Ryouga, however, was having none of that. He was glad to have avoided Ranma's bludgeon, and even gave a shudder at the thought, the sight of which made one of the girls surrender her jacket to Yoiko to keep her warm. Ryouga also felt absolutely no pity or sympathy for Ranma. Ranma had made Ryouga's life a living hell for years, tormenting him, failing to accept challenges, besting him, lying to him... No, Ryouga decided. Ranma was just the kind of guy who would lie to get Ryouga in trouble, and relish the vision of Ryouga's pain. What a jerk. Not like himself, Ryouga thought to himself. "I'd never lie like that damn Ranma. I'd never get him in trouble or tarnish his reputation, despite how much I hate him! Only Ranma would stoop that low."
Somewhere, the hypocricy fairy was working overtime to keep up with Ryouga's inner monologue.
After a moment, helpless little Yoiko, her lips trembling, spoke up once more.
"I'm sure Ranma doesn't usually try to rape young, innocent..." Ryouga considered possible additions to his fabrication. "virgin... orphans... with lyme disease."
Akane gasped at the poor girl's story. She believed every word, not so much because Ryouga was acting well, but more because of the sight in front of her. Two, big, round, firm, high... braless... Akane's mouth began to dribble a bit with drool, again, as she muttered.
"Oh, that's awful!"
The gang added in their sentiments quickly, following their leader.
"Losing your parents must be awful..."
"Lyme disease isn't fatal, but it can have lifelong effects!"
"Ditto for virginity!"
"I bet I'm a better fuck than you."
The last was delivered from a slightly sniffly Hiroko, her ego still a bit crushed, and still a bit angry, even as she eyed Yoiko's rack.
Ryouga paused. He knew that lots of girls, especially teenage girls, especially teenage Japanese girls, were creepy-weird, but that line of dialogue was a little weird even for them. Still, he decided to press on.
"My parents died in a tragic... thresher... accident... of some... kind. They taught me all about how important it was to keep my virtue intact, and how important having female friends was, even though I didn't have any at my last school in... a non-descript, large, Japanese city..."
Man, Ryouga thought, I'm glad I have big tits.
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"Alright," Ranma conceded, "we've established that context can be a source of clarification-"
"And," Kuno added hastily, "that language is often a barrier to communication!"
"Yeah, that too... but, that still ignores that context isn't always totally clear, and even if it is, leaving that up to the interpreter is risky business! The point of communication isn't to impress with vocabulary, but to -communicate- man!"
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Hiroshi gaped at the sigh in front of him. When Akane had entered the classroom across the hall from the science lab, she had closed the blinds to the hall, but forgotten to close the blinds to the outside. Hiroshi and Daisuke were both gaping at the scene inside the room, as five hot, school-uniform-clad girls, among them, Akane, all surrounded a sixth, ultra-fine little number in some kind of oversized work clothes, or something. All six of the girls were clearly about to go, as Hiroshi would have said, "Into rug-munch mode!"
"This is gonna be tits!" Hiroshi whispered to Daisuke, the two young boys peeking over the edge of the windowsill, not minding the rain.
"Tits!" Daisuke replied, a tiny bit louder in his exuberance.
"Those -are- tits!" Hiroshiy responded gleefully, imagining the big, luscious hooters, unwrapped, and being sucked on by big-breasted school girls. He replied a bit louder than his friend.
"Tits!" Daisuke replied, raising the volume a bit each time he did, to show more enthusiasm than his friend.
"Big tits!" Hiroshi kept pace, saying his line a bit louder than his friend at every reply.
"Tits!"
"Firm tits!"
"Tits!"
"Huge tits!"
"Tits!"
"Huge, firm, lesbian-action, blonde tits!"
"Tits!" Daisuke replied, in a yell, this time.
The two boys' miniature version of a Mensa meeting was only interrupted by Akane, as she coughed, loudly, the window having been opened during the conference of the minds.
As the two boys turned to see her, Daisuke muttered, before Akane stabbed a finger into the four masculine eyes in attendance, in a Martial Arts rendition of a Three Stooges skit, "Ass."
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"Boys!" Akane yelled the word as if it were a curse, which, to her, it was, stomping back over to Yoiko, as her anger settled, after she closed the window.
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"Man ass." Hiroshi muttered, as he held Daisuke's hand, and the felt their way around the side of the school, trying to find the entrance, and, ultimately, the school nurse's room.
"Ass." Daisuke confirmed his friend's assessment.
"Old man ass."
"Ass."
"I think she popped my left eyeball." Hiroshi muttered as he felt his eyes, tenderly, unable to open either due to either extreme bruising or complete disruption of one or both.
Daisuke considered his friend's comment for a moment before replying, in all seriousness, "Stinky old man ass."
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"Now, Yoiko." Akane smiled sweetly at the sweet young thing. Sympathizing with her plight was getting a bit boring, and the reward for helping her out hadn't quite materialized yet. "I understand that you haven't got a place to stay, and boys keep being mean to you, so you need protection?"
"Yes, I need someone to help me and look after me. Bullies like Ranma always try to... hurt me, in that mean, boy way."
The five, mainly lesbian, girls nodded in anger. Death to men!
"If you five could help me... If you could find a place for me to stay, and protect me while I... apply to start school here, I'd appreciate it!"
Ryouga smiled, as wide as he could.
Akane licked her lips, sensing the perfect opportunity to attack. "Oh, we'd be happy to protect you Yoiko, and you can stay at my place... my name is Akane Tendo, and I live with my sisters, Kasumi Tendo, age 19, and Nabiki Tendo, age 17. My father is named Soun Tendo, and my mother is Kimiko Tendo, age... 29." Akane only barely remembered to state the age her mother had insisted on for the last decade or so. "Ranma and his father are staying with us, but I'll keep him in line, don't you worry! If things get out of hand though, you can just splash Ranma with cold water, and he'll turn into a girl. He's got a magical curse. His father as well, though I think he's too nice a man to try and hurt you. He turns into a giant panda." Akane said the last part as if it were totally natural to talk about magical, temperature-water-based curses that changed genders or species. To Ryouga, of course, it was.
Ryouga blinked at the onslaught of information, filing as much of it away as he could. This curse was turning out to be extremely useful. Perhaps Ranma had not been so evil in cursing her as Ryouga had previously thought.
As Ryouga was considering, for a moment, not calling the curse a life-wrecking disaster, the other girls in the room identified themselves, information Ryouga did his best to remember.
"Now," Akane said with the same kind of grin that Ranma had had on in the science room, "we are your friends, right Yoiko?"
"Yes, of course!"
"Good! And, are we your -special- friends? Did your parents tell you about the... special friendships a girl can have?"
As Yoiko thought, Akane and her gang began drifting in closer to the seated cursed-girl.
Yoiko sighed, wistfully. While this certainly wasn't what she'd had in mind, nymphomania was only 43% effective if you weren't bisexual. Still, she recognized the scenario, and did her best to play along. Putting on her best big-doe eyes, pushing out her lips slightly, and tilting her head in confusion, she replied, softly.
"No, my parents didn't tell me about that kind of friendship. Can you girls teach me? I feel so silly for not knowing!"
Akane grinned, looking a hell of a lot like, well, she looked like the female version of the kind of ultra-cocky man-grin that guys did when they thought they'd just spotted the sexiest woman in a bar, and she was totally eyeing him. Her hands moved forward, lightly playing with the ties connecting the front of Yoiko's shirt, as she whispered.
"Well Yoiko, we'd be happy to show you..."
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"OK then, we agree." Ranma nodded at his own words. "The point is to communicate, but a little verbasos...verbosis...wordiness, is OK, if it actually helps you narrow down what you mean."
"I'm glad we have settled this, impudent swine! You are a man of worthy intellect, and I should know!"
Ranma, despite the fact that he was sure Kuno thought that was a compliment, was a little bit insulted by the last bit.
"Uhh, right. Thanks. Now, I have to go see Akane-"
"Halt! You shall not cross my path and defile the innocent, youngest Tendo! You shall know the pain of the honorable blade of Tatewaki Kuno, and your backside will ache from it!"
Ranma frowned, grabbed Kuno's gingerly-held sword at the base, turned it around, and knocked Kuno cold with the tip of it.
"You were doing it on purpose that last time."
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