Ranma had come to an inescapable conclusion: He was going to die for this. If the two girls he had had sex with didn't kill him for what he did, his fiancees, rivals and whatnot would. At least, he would die having proved his 'manliness' to his mother.
He started to remember bits and pieces of last night. Motoko had been like a wild animal in bed and Kanako had been pretty demanding herself with a definite kinky side. The three of them still had the marks from her shibari bondage techniques. Add to this the fact that they were all trained martial artists. Endurance, flexibility, strength, fast recovery, knowledge of the human body, ki mastery and the magic of the sword ensured they had fun for hours.
In fact, Ranma felt numb down there. Soreness and aching muscles were also in the order of the day. From his jumbled memories, they had *Ahem...* fucked themselves to exhaustion, without any kind of protection whatsoever. Oh, and they had been virgins too...
Ranma was half-sitting in the bed, the two asleep girls still snuggling close, and took his head between his hands. His head was filled with all sorts of unpleasantness when he heard knocking on the door.
*Great, it must be the Love Hotel manager. I guess he wants us to leave...* thought Ranma. He slowly extricated himself from Motoko and Kanako, taking care not to wake them up. He put on his boxers and pants in a flash before opening the door.
To his surprise, it wasn't the pudgy man in charge of this fine estasblishment but a woman he didn't know. She looked like she was in her early twenties and wore a kendo garb, not unlike Motoko's. She was also armed, a zato-ichi at her belt and a wrapped bundle which could only contain a katana (like his mother's). There was something about her face that was familiar...
The woman looked past him at the bed and smirked "It seems I've finally found you, Ranma Saotome-han. You had me running after you three for the whole night. I had to check practically all the Love Hotels of this part of Tokyo. You wouldn't believe how many there are!"
"Er... Who are you?" asked a confused Ranma "And what do you want?" Somehow he knew this woman was bad news.
"My name is Tsuruko Aoyama. I am Motoko's elder sister" Tsuruko's smirk disappeared and was replaced by a deadly serious expression. Her right hand resting on her zato-ichi, ready to draw it, reinforced that impression "And we have much to talk about, Saotome-han"
Ranma paled. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly, much like a fish, without any words coming through. He just didn't know how to explain the situation. Even if the cursed sword was to blame for last night's events, consequences had to be dealt with.
He could fight. He could run away. He could beg for mercy. None of these options appealed to him, however. He wasn't going to be like his old man, especially in that case. For once in his life, it was time for him to face the music "All right..." He opened the door fully and moved away to allow Tsuruko in.
Tsuruko entered and went directly for the bed "I think it would be better if all the protagonists of last night's little debacle were awake for this... Motoko! MOTOKO!!"
"Ooooow... What happened last night? I'm..." Motoko was waking up, grumbling all the way. That's when she recognized just who was talking to her "A... A... Aneue!?!" She spotted Ranma in the corner of her vision and the memories of what happened last night rushed back to her mind. She blushed like a tomato and gaped at her sister. She was in so much trouble now...
"Go away... I want to sleep..." muttered Kanako, hogging more of the covers in the process "Nii-chan..." Her eyes suddenly opened when her arm failed to find her cuddle partner. She stood amrod straight on the bed, looking around in panic "Nii-chan! Where are you!?" She calmed down when she saw Ranma then threw a questioning look at Tsuruko.
"Now, I would suggest everyone to wash up while I order something to eat. We will discuss about what happened and the consequences during breakfast"
The three teenagers meekly nodded and went to do as Tsuruko said, shock and the enormity of their act weighing on their minds. Strangely, no one blamed the others for this twist in their lives. Motoko hadn't the energy to try to kill Ranma. Kanako said nothing to indicate she was angry or sad. Ranma, for his part, remained sullen with the attitude of someone condemned to death with no way out.
*****
Breakfast had been silent and uneventful. Ranma was so troubled that his usual eating habits were discarded. In fact, he unconsciously wished breakfast to last as long as possible, delaying the inevitable as much as possible.
The silence was broken by Motoko "Aneue..."
Tsuruko looked at her sister with a knowing look "Why am I here? That's the question you want to ask me?" She put her teacup back on the table "I came to watch over your duel with Saotome-han here"
"What!? Did you not trust me to win!?!"
"Motoko, the Aoyama clan couldn't allow this cursed sword to stay in the hands of outsiders. If you had failed, I would have challenged Saotome-han for it. But my presence was mostly insurance against treachery. The Anything Goes school of martial arts has a long history of dishonorable behaviour..."
"Hey!" protested Ranma "It's not..."
"The grandmaster of your school is a pervert and women's underwear fetishist. Your own father is a petty thief. Excuse me but this does not project an image of honor and trustworthiness. Isn't your style's motto 'Win at all costs, whatever the means'?"
"Well, that's true but..." Ranma blubbered. What could you say against that when it was the Truth "I'm not like them! I never cheat in honor challenges!"
"Be that as it may, this is no longer our main preoccupation. The sword is now back in our hands and cannot cause further damage" Tsuruko tapped on the wrapped bundle besides her. She turned to Ranma, an icy stare freezing him on the spot "You deflowered my sister. Will you take responsibility for your actions?"
"And what about me!?" yelled Kanako "I'm damaged goods now... Keitaro-niichan is lost to me..." She started crying. Ranma tentatively put a hand on her houlder to reassure her. She didn't clobber him for that, a good sign in his book.
"That is true. This complicates things..."
"Ya think!?" said a distraught Ranma "I'm not trying to avoid taking responsibility but I can't marry them both! Damn sword..."
"Yes, the sword's enchantment is powerful. Its curse comes from his first possessor, a samurai who was the greatest ladies' man Japan has ever seen. When he was killed, his spirit infused the sword. Now, if a man and a woman touch the blade with their bare hands at the same time, they are taken with an overpowering lust for each other. And after consummating their urge to sleep together, their destinies are forever entertwined..."
"Wait a second... Does that mean...?" Motoko looked on the verge of panic. She didn't like where this was going...
"Yes, Motoko. You, Saotome-han and Kanako-han are now tied by the red thread of Fate. Frankly, never had the sword provoked a, how do they call this... Ah yes, a menage a trois before."
Ranma, Motoko and Kanako were speechless. To be bound to each other in such a fashion? "You're joking, right?"
"I never joke on subjects like this, Saotome-han. Tell me, Motoko, why haven't you tried to kill him yet? Kanako-han, does the loss of your brother hurt THAT much? Saotome-han, do you care what your fiancee will think of this?"
"Er... It's not his fault and I was willing, sort of" Motoko blushed and scooted closer to Ranma's chair "Strangely, I'm not mad at him. Had Urashima pulled a stunt like this, I would have gutted him with my bokken without remorse"
"You know, now that you mention it, it doesn't hurt as much as I thought" Kanako snuggled closer to Ranma, joining Motoko in his embrace.
"Oh damn, Akane's gonna kill me... On the other hand, I don't think I like her that way anymore... It's weird. I know I cared for her. Heck, I killed for her but now..."
"The sword's magic is already at work. Soon, the two of you will love Saotome-han without doubt or reservations. The same will happen to the others who touched the sword"
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(Posted Sun, 21 Dec 2003 19:42)
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