She had seen everything and heard everything. Her red face was a testament to her rage as different plans for retribution flew through her mind. Her unoccupied hand was clenching and loosening spastically, as if it were trying to grasp an object that wasn’t there… like a neck… or a handle.
“You SOLD me to Kuno?” She shrieked, startling the two fathers. While Soun clutched his chest, Genma retained enough presence of mind to duck behind the other man. “Are you out of your mind?”
“Now, Akane…” Soun started to say, holding his hands out towards his daughter as if he were warding her off.
“Don’t you DARE try to justify yourself!” The young girl shrieked in outrage. “First, it was that sex-changing pervert… now this? Why are you going out of your way to make my life a living hell?”
“Sounds like true love, eh, Tendo?” Genma muttered happily.
“So true, my friend.” Soun happily agreed.
“Why don’t we get a priest while Akane freshens up?” The elder Saotome suggested, edging towards the door.
“Right behind you, old friend.” Soun laughed before engaging his best speed out of the room.
Akane simply blinked her eyes a few times, wondering how her father and Mr. Saotome had managed to deflect her righteous wrath and make their escape like they had. “Oh, no, they don’t!” She whispered angrily as she gave chase through the house to the front gate. While there, she made what was possibly the worst mistake of Ranma’s life. “I AM NOT MARRYING THAT PERVERT!!!!” She screamed out the gate and in the direction of the disappearing fathers. “AND SINCE YOU SOLD ME TO KUNO, THEN I CAN’T MARRY HIM ANYWAY!!!” Finished yelling and the fathers no longer in sight, she spun around and reentered the compound.
Out in the street were almost fifty people who had witnessed the explosion of righteous feminine wrath. Of this number, there were at least ten members of the Council of Nerima. There were also five males that had been captured, claimed, and branded. Each of their reactions were different, but would prove to have long-range consequences to our favorite pig-tailed martial artist.
The five males were quick to note that a free Ranma might just pick up and leave town, thereby leaving the male population of Nerima without a proper champion to right the wrongs that had been done to them. A quick conversation amongst them revealed that getting free of their feminine masters was of the highest priority, and that could only be accomplished if Ranma defeated the entire council. Springing forth into action, the five split up and formed what would come to be known as the Resistance. Well, the males would come to call it that… the females would merely make snide comments about commitment issues and dismiss the matter entirely.
The ten females, on the other hand, reacted quite jubilantly. A free Ranma meant that other’s were free to try and make an attempt at capturing and taming the wild horse themselves. Cell phones were whipped out, numbers were punched, and the news quickly spread through the ranks of the hunters.
Akane, meanwhile, stomped to her room, slammed the door, and took a nap, not knowing that she had just flung a lit match upon the powder keg that everyone knew as Nerima.
Ranma was content to spend the day with his women, although his danger sense was going off enough to drive him up the wall.
Nabiki, her cell phone dead, wasn’t receiving the calls from her troops who were trying desperately to contact her.
Kasumi, newly initiated woman that she was, was more than content to explore her new role in life.
The two idiot fathers quickly found a bar and started to spend some of their ill-gotten gains, making plans to have the wedding ceremony as soon as possible. The more they drank, the more ridiculous their plans became. They weren’t helped by the other patron’s of the bar, shouting stupid suggestions just to see if the two drunken moron’s would adopt them into the overall plan.
Nodoka simply smiled, pleased with how well her son had turned out.
Ukyo heard everything within an hour. Grabbing her weapons and closing her restaurant, she began her own hunt for her Ranma-honey.
And in a large, lonely mansion, home of the Kuno clan, a man with a palm tree growing out of his head laughed evilly as he stared at the signed documents lying on the desk in front of him.
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