[Episode 11577] [Episode 11577]As soon as Akane finished tying on the last of the armor, she felt it begin to constrict. It began to meld with her clothes, which also began to shrink and change. She squealed one, but it was cut off as she was suddenly engulfed in a cyclone of cherry blossom petals. When the floral storm subsided, Akane looked at herself.
Her clothes and the armor had melded into an ensemble of red silk, leather, and black laquered wood with brass trimmings. Although any protection it offered seemed secondary. This armor now seemed more fit for distraction. The breastplate showed off a little more than a hint of cleavge, and left her middriff exposed entirely. The lower portions consisted of mainly a silk-and-armor skirt that came only halfway up her thighs. Her feet and shins were covered by leather boots with brass armor on the shins and toes. A long silk "tail" extended from the small of her back, ending in a small brass ring for weight. The whole suit was finished off by a pair of traditional wood and leather shoulder-guards with brass rivets.
Akane looked at her hands, covered in leather fingerless gloves, and the armored bracers on her forearms. "What happened to me?" she asked out loud. She looked around, finally noticing a set of braziers along the walls, which suddenly burst with white flames, lighting up the cavern as with daylight. She also noticed a brass-and-silver full-length mirror that wasn't there before. Rather than feeling suprised by it, she looked herself over.
"Damn, I look good!" was the first thought to come to her mind. "I wonder what Ranma..."
The sudden passage of her finace's name across her lips seemed to utterly change her train of thought. Her lips turned upward in a predatory smile.
In a flash, Akane knew the true horror or this cured armor. It took the deepest, most repressed part of the wearer's personality, and brought it to the fore.
And she didn't care. She realized that every situation, every compromising position Ranma had ever been in, he was totally(or mostly) innocent. In fact, it was her OWN imagination that was the reason she accused Ranma of pervesrions, rather than admit the first thoughts to come to her mind were her own. That that was what she *wanted* him to do, if she was the one in the other girl's place. For the first time, Akane confronted herself with the fact that SHE was the pervert, not Ranma.
And for the first time in her life she had never felt freer.
Back at the tour group, Ranma's boredom was suddenly interrupted by a sudden chill up his spine.
She looked to her right, and saw a rack of various blunt and bladed weapons that, as normal, was not sitting there before. She picked a pair of short swords from a stand, and attached them to a clip on the back of her armor. She pulled the brassy blades from their sheaths, and smiled. With a gesture, her armor and weapons shifted again, once more taking the appearacne of her normal school uniform. Only a simple brass bracelet two inched thick hung on her left wrist.
With a flourish, she left the now dark and empty cavern, rushing with superhuman speed back to the group.
"Oh Raaaaaannmaaaaaa..." She softly sang to herself, thinking thoughts that would, and still did, make her blush, only this time, she exhulted in the feelings it gave her.
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