As for Kodachi, she’s stopped rocking back and forth and yelling, and was just laying on the ground, her head turned sideways so her cheek was pressed against the dirt and her face was turned away from him. From the way her back was shuddering, Ranma had a sudden uncomfortable feeling that she was crying. The thought made his guts twist. He started to walk toward her.
“Caution would be advised,” Conan said. Ranma blinked and looked at the diminutive boy. “Kodachi does not take well to stranger’s handling her,” Conan explained.
A whole photo book of images ran through Ranma’s mind, featuring all the myriad ways he could ‘handle’ Kodachi. He flushed a little, and it wasn’t all from embarrassment. Kodachi had a real nice body, and doing some of that to her would be a lot of fun.
Ranma gave his head a shake to banish the images and the thoughts. “I’m just going to let her go,” he protested to Conan. He was by now very close and he bent over and untwisted the heavy leather that was holding her wrists and ankles pressed tightly together.
“What are you doing!” Kodachi screamed, coming to her feet in a fast rolling motion, and then heading straight toward Ranma with her fingers hooked into claws. “Only Akane-Sama may set me free of her bondage!” Her face looked wild, what with the dirt covering it, and the tracks left by the tears that still glistened on her cheeks.
“Told you,” Conan remarked in a smug voice.
Ranma sent him an annoyed look as he batted Kodachi’s left hand toward her right with enough force to make her stumble slightly in that direction. He swayed his own body around her lunge, and as she passed beside him, looped an arm around her waist and pulled her tightly against his side. It seemed natural that the next thing he should do was to bring his free hand down hard on the tight stretched fabric of her ‘boys’ uniform. A loud smack filled the air as his palm impacted on her plump bottom.
A startled gasp escaped Kodachi’s mouth, and Ranma delivered two more quick spanks in rapid succession.
He raised his hand for a forth, a smile of satisfaction on his face. How often had he wanted to do something like this to Kodachi? His smile vanished when her hands closed around his leg and a second later her small, but really sharp, teeth clamped down on the back of his legs. “Yeow!” Ranma yelled, dropping Kodachi and jumping away. He ignored Conan’s smirk and glared at the panting girl. “What did you do that for!?” he yelled.
Kodachi stood there staring at him, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath. A flush decorated her face and her eyes had a certain doe like quality to them. That changed as they took on an icy glower, and she snapped out. “Only Akane-same may lay a hand on me! I belong to her!”
“Then why have you started living as a boy, and trying to defeat Akane? You can hardly be her slave if you’re her master,” Conan said, and then ducked behind Ranma when Kodachi glared at him.
“I hardly need answer to children,” Kodachi sniffed. Apparently forgetting all about Ranma, she turned and bounced away, her chilling laughter floating back toward them.
Ranma shuddered slightly. “Nutty as a fruit cake,” he commented.
“But much more dangerous,” Conan warned.
“Depends on who cooked it,” Ranma said in a distracted way, as he watched Kodachi bounce.
A sudden honking distracted him, and both he and Ranma turned to see a pair of female police officers approaching, riding on some sort of steam powered vehicle. As the strange looking device pulled up along side of them, the short-haired passenger leaned over and held out a wrapped bento. “Hey, Master Conan, Ran asked us to drop off your lunch, you forgot it.”
“Thank you, Natsumi-chan, Miyuki-Chan,” Conan said politely, taking the offered bento. Seeing Ranma’s curious look as they drove away, he said, “Those are two of my adopted father’s slaves. He used to be a police detective, and all four of his slaves are still police women, the other two are Aoi and Yoriko. Ran is his daughter. He works as a private Detective now. Maybe you’ve heard of him. Mori Kogora? He’s become quite famous for all the high profile cases he’s solved.
Conan looked quite smug, obviously very proud of his famous adopted father. The immature part of Ranma took a small bit of pleasure in saying, “Sorry, never heard of him,” and was pleased to see him deflate slightly.
Ranma turned back toward the school gates, and his slight smile drooped. “Well, I guess I should head in,” he said, but hesitated, his eyes running over the small building in front of him.
“Don’t know where to go?” Conan asked.
“Yea, I thought Akane would show me, but she left to go with Nabiki,”
Conan frowned. “I thought Nabiki was your slave?” He asked. “Why would Akane show you the way when you have Nabiki?”
“Uh, well, Nabiki a year older, I thought Akane and I’d be in the same class,” Ranma explained.
Conan looked at him with wide eyes. “You’ve been to a school where they have both girls and boys. How the heck did you ever get anything done. We’ve got a twelve foot wall between our school, and they still need regular patrols to keep the girls from sneaking over.”
“The girls?” Ranma said in surprise. “I would have thought it was the boys they’d need to keep out of the girl’s school!”
“With four to five girls to every boy?” Conan questioned Ranma’s opinion. “Believe me, the girls take every chance they can to make some boy notice them. From what Ran tells me, they spend all their spare time thinking up schemes to get some alone time with a boy. Especially if the boy has just turned 16. They all believe that if they can be his first, then he’ll never forget them, and if the chance ever comes up, he’ll buy them.”
Ranma was surprised. That certainly wasn’t how Daisuke and Hiroshi behaved, but, on the other hand . . . Ranma did have to admit that from personal experience, it was the girls who chased the boys.
“Anyway,” Conan said. “I’ll show you to the administration offices, and they can send you to a home room that has space. I think that there are a few classes that only have five instead of six students.”
Ranma blinked at that remark, but let the small boy lead him off.
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It was two hours later, and Ranma was feeling pretty darn good. True to Conan’s words, there had been a class with only five students, two of which were Hiroshi and Daisuke, and he’d been introduced to the female teacher, and his fellow students. While she’d taught the other’s math, he’d been given a test to place his knowledge base.
Ranma normally hated tests, and this one had been on math, not one of his favorite subjects, but to his surprise, he’d aced it. It had all been basic math questions with none of the word problems that had been the bane of his existence. In fact, he was pretty sure he could have passed it five years ago. He didn’t worry about that, however. He certainly wasn’t going to worry if they wanted to give him powder-puff tests.
After he’d handed in his test, the class had moved from math to literature, and Hiroshi had escorted Ranma to the library to pick out a book to read. To Ranma’s surprise, most of the books on the shelves had been Manga.
“This is a great one,” Hiroshi enthused, picking out the first volume of what looked like twenty or more issues. “It’s all about this kid who saves the life of this girl, and in reward, she becomes his slave. But she’s got this magic power to heal, and this bad guy finds out about it. He’s over two hundred and fifty years old and doesn’t want to die. He thinks the girl’s magic will let him live forever. He has her kidnaped and the hero has to save her. But the bad guy has all these bad-assed women guarding his house so the hero has to get some help. He and his friends rescue the girl, but the bad guy ain’t giving up. He tricks the hero into entering a tournament where he has to put up his slave girl as a prize. If he loses, the bad guy gets her. There are some serious bad-asses going to be in this tournament, so he needs to seriously upgrade his power. He and his friends go for a long training trip to get ready, and the hero manages to capture and tame eight amazons. Each one with a special power. And then he . . .
“Ok, ok, I’ll take it,” Ranma finally managed to interject a word into Hiroshi’s stream of talk. He took the book from Hiroshi’s hand and checked out the title. “Slaves of Recca, huh. Well, if I have to read something, this is as good as anything.
As it happened, it was a really good story, and Ranma was surprised to find the class went far too quickly for once. As he followed the other boys down to the change room for physical education his mind was filled with doing some of the stuff in the manga with Nabiki. So much so that he was glad he didn’t have to change when the other guys did. Walking around with his man-hood sticking out like a flagpole would have been embarrassing.
“So, how long do we have for this class?” He asked Daisuke.
“The rest of the day, with two hours for lunch,” Daisuke groaned. “God I hate exercise.”
“Look on the bright side,” Hiroshi said. “It will give you lots of stamina for keeping up with your slaves when you get them.”
“believe me, I keep telling myself that, but it doesn’t make any difference when I’m on the twentieth lap around the school.”
Ranma was not really listing to the two boys. The rest of the day to train! Goddamn, this was the best school he’d ever gone to!”
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