Quickly silencing the alarm clock, she studied her Master's face in the dim light coming in through the window from the streetlights outside. It was... harder... than she could ever remember seeing it in the past. The stupid innocent look had been replaced with something darker and more realistic. True, he was still quite attractive, and not in that sissy boy-band type of way, but by a face that had seen and surpassed numerous hardships within a short time. Lowering her eyes, she couldn't help but admire the play of muscles on his chest from such a simple act as breathing. Watching the way they bunched and stretched under the taut skin and remembering the way they moved when he was taking her brought a bit of the burning back to her blood. Traveling down his body even further, she was both relieved and disappointed to see the sheet bunched up at his waist. Relieved to not see the instrument of her domination and disappointed for the same reason.
Sighing, the mercenary silently left her bed and turned on the small desklamp for illumination. Making her way over to the mirror, she couldn't help but admire the way she looked with her Master's collar around her neck. With her pale skin, the black silk was prominately displayed. The red horse on the white background, all sitting on a field of black, just screamed out for attention. Shifting her gaze from her mark of servitude to her body, she wasn't really surprised to see the small dark marks around her body from where her Master had gripped just a tad bit too hard. She knew that her body bruised easily, it was one of the reasons that she had quit taking instruction in the martial arts from her father at a young age. Something she had inherited from her mother no doubt.
Throwing a smirk at her image, she turned towards her closet to pick out the days outfit. Even though her Master had tamed the out of control fire within her body, she could tell that it was banked, ready to flare up again whenever her Master required rather than sated. As such, she knew that tight clothing was simply out of the question. She needed something loose that wouldn't prevent her from carrying out her necessary mission. Her eyes scanned each outfit in a methodical manner, listing the strengths and weaknesses of each one before moving towards the next. It was the same way she approached life; never getting too far ahead of herself, but taking everything one step at a time, leaving nothing to chance.
Finally selecting a somewhat loose summer dress, she draped it over her arm and moved towards her dresser. While a bra was completely out of the question, panties were a must. Selecting something that seemed more like mist than actual clothing, she added it to the dress before selecting a matching pair of flats. Since she was a representative of her Master, it wouldn't do to appear in any manner that detracted from that statement.
Making her way to the bathroom, she gave the furo an envious glance before deciding that she didn't have the time it would require to heat. Drenching herself with cold water, she fought back the startled gasp but couldn't quite stifle the groan as the water ran over her overused sex. That was more than a bit uncomfortable. Quickly soaping herself off, she paid particular attention to the areas of her body that her Master had made a mess on. Another cold rinse before she ran over to the towel was just the ticket to finish waking her up. Dressing rapidly, she went back to her room long enough to gather her purse, apply a light coating of makeup, and leave a quick note explaining where she went. After all, it wouldn't do for her Master to think she might have tried to escape. She did NOT want another three days of hell like she had just experienced.
With a skill that took a long time to develop, she made her way silently out of the house and out the front gate. Glancing around to make sure that she had attracted no notice, she hurried down the street towards her destination.
- Another Point of View -
Nodoka Soatome was not a person accostumed to awakening before the crack of dawn. She kept the blinds to the window in her bedroom open enough to let the morning light fall upon her sleeping figure. This was, she had rationalized, the natural way to awaken and greet the day. Besides, she had once told a friend, while you might be able to hit a snooze button or turn the alarm clock off, the sun isn't going anywhere.
Naturally, having someone pound on your front door a good hour before the sun even tried to come up, would not do much to put you in thier good graces. When a grumbling mother in her thirties opened her front door only to see a teen with a body that the mother could remember having, you don't really expect a good conversation.
"Mistress, my Master requires your help this morning." The teen started without preamble.
"Excuse me?" Nodoka stuttered, her eyes growing wide but still unseeing.
"My Master requires your help this morning." Nabiki slowly repeated herself, having complete sympathy for not wanting to deal with anything life altering so early in the morning.
"Nabiki... is that you?" Ranma's mother squinted her eyes trying for more detail while her brain tried to wake up.
"Yes, Mistress." The Ice Queen nodded.
"I... um... would you like some tea?" Nodoka managed at last, stepping aside to allow the younger woman entry into the house.
"Perhaps that would be best." Nabiki replied, moving through the door so that the other woman could close it.
Releasing a sigh of frustration, the older woman simply waved towards the kitchen, silently instructing the teen in the proper direction. Hot water was quickly made and tea made in silence, neither woman wanting to break the quietude at such a juncture. Only after the tea had been delivered to the table and served did the routine break. It was on Nodoka's third sip of her tea when her eyes had scanned the teen and locked onto her throat. More accurately, onto the choker bearing the symbol of her son.
"Would you mind explaining to me why you're wearing that?" The older woman tried to sound calm and reasonable, but she couldn't help but remember that this teen was one of the ones that put her son through hell on a regular basis. As such, having her voice become cold was almost expected.
"My Master placed it there and instructed me to wear it." Nabiki replied calmly, setting her empty teacup down on the table before meeting the older womans eyes.
Ranma's mother narrowed her eyes as she studied the girls face for a moment. "Are you trying to tell me that my son has..." Her voice sputtered out, not really knowing what to say.
"Conquered me, mind, body, and soul?" The Ice Queen returned with a small smirk dancing on her lips.
"Yes, that would be a good question, wouldn't it?" Nodoka mused thoughtfully. "I thought that your younger sister was the one that was engaged to Ranma?"
Nabiki nodded her head. "That's still true. I'm not eligible to marry him."
"And why not?" The redhead huffed, annoyed at the constant changes in her sons life.
"Because he took me as his slave, Mistress. I'm sworn to serve, not marry." The brunette returned calmly.
Understanding finally lit up the older woman's eyes as her body language started to show her excitement. "You mean... my son was being... manly... with you?"
Nabiki closed her eyes and shivered in rememberance of the events of the prior evening. "Oh... he was being very, very... VERY manly." She agreed, a wide smile adorning her full lips. "If he was any more manly, I wouldn't have survived the experience."
"WAAAIIII!!!! My son is so Manly!!!"
Allowing the older woman several moments to fan herself and her dreams of grandchildren, the two continued thier conversation. "So why does my son require my help?" The proud mother asked.
"We're going to break the news to the two idiots this morning at breakfast. Knowing those two, they'll try to force us into marriage and that's the last thing that he wants." Nabiki explained. "Plus, someone has to explain the facts of life to Akane when she hits the roof. After all that, we need to sit the fiance' brigade down and explain that no matter who he marries, I'm part of the package. Your son will not abandon me and they need to understand that."
A very determined fire burned bright in the younger woman's eyes. Nodoka could very well see that it would take something extremely major to seperate her son from his new... pet. A smirk decorating her lips, the older woman could only agree that this was what she had been waiting for: her son was striking out and establishing his own path in life. Refusing to follow in the footsteps of others or allowing the women in his life room to run rampant over him. Instead, he was taking charge and converting the ones he found usefull. Hopefully, he would be able to control a large harem, fully capable of providing her with a small army of grandchildren. Finally, her son was becoming a man.
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