"You'll have to excuse me for a while, Ranma. Thank you so much for the tea." Kasumi said, before walking off, not waiting for a reply. Ranma swallowed nervously, then quickly followed Kasumi to her room. She opened the door and walked over the treshhold, then started unbuttoning her blouse as she walked further into the room. Ranma stepped inside as well and closed the door, locking it behind him. The only ones still in the house were the fathers and they were unconcious, but he didn't feel like taking any chances at the moment. With his luck, one or more of the fiancees would just invite themselves in and stumble upon the upcomming scene, if he didn't take precautionary measures to prevent it.
"Oh, Ranma!" Kasumi exclaimed at the unexpected noice. "What are you doing here. If Akane sees you..." she started, then blinked as she removed her blouse and folded it neatly, before putting it down on her bed. "If Akane... If... Akane? Who's Akane?" she added, seemingly mostly to herself, as she pushed her skirt down, apparently unable to stop herself from doing so despite his presence.
Ranma was sporting a mightily impressive blush and turned away from Kasumi, suddenly finding the wall very interesting. While he had given her instructions to undress, he found his courage faltering when it came to actually watching her do so.
"Ranma-oniichan! This is my room. Get out! 'Tis not proper for you to be here when I'm undressing!" Kasumi insisted and stomped her right foot on the ground, her voice slightly higher pitched then it ordinarily was. He briefly glanced over at her and saw that the skirt hadn't been folded, merely tossed onto the bed next to the blouse. He averted his gaze again, as Kasumi started yanking at her nylons. He felt his heart lurch as he heard the new suffix added to his name, for some reason he couldn't quite explain. He took several calming breaths and glanced over at Kasumi again, who had by now managed to rid herself of everything but her panties and bra.
She looked with confusion at the nylons she was holding, before shrugging and tossing them over her shoulder. She turned around and her expression brightened noticably as she spotted him.
"Ranma-otousan!" she happily exclaimed, then ran across the room and leapt at him. Ranma yelped and just barely managed to catch her, oumpf:ing as he got his breath knocked out of him and stumbled backwards due to the unexpected collision. "Ranma-otousan! I wanna play!" she insisted, wriggling against him, causing Ranma to turn various shades of red, as her behavior was that of an enthusiastic four-year old, while her body was anything but!
"Ah... S-s-su-sure!" Ranma squeaked. "W-what do y-ya wanna play, Kasumi-chan?!" he yelped, overwhelmed by the change in Kasumi. Sure, he had ordered it, but it was still shocking as hell to actually experience!
"I wanna play Martial Artist and fiancees!" Kasumi exclaimed, wriggling loose and tumbling onto the floor, loosing her footing and rolling around. She sat on the floor, her legs wide apart and looked up at him. Her forehead creased as she pondered the matter, before she brightened up and pointed at herself. "I'm the bestest Martial Artist in d'whole wide world, ever!" she announced, then pointed at Ranma. "You're my cute fiancee'n we've just e'oped t'git away from my udder fiancees, d'uncute baka-gorilla and d'violent barbarian!" she explained.
"Is that so?" Ranma managed to chortle out after a few moments of having to supress loud guffaws of laughter. "I'm the cute fiancee, is that it?" he asked.
"Yep!" Kasumi agreed. "And we's gotta be verry verry sneaky, or the other fiancees'll find us'n there'll be a big fight'n everythink!" she added with a horrified expression.
"But ya're the bestest Martial Artist ever! Won't you kick their butts for me, Kacchan?" Ranma asked, turning his puppy-dog eyes at her while at the same time using the male version of the voice that had landed him quite a lot of free icecream while in his cursed body.
"S'right!" Kasumi agreed, pumping her fist into the air. "I'll kick both their butts!"
"Oh, ya're my hero, Kacchan!" Ranma enthused, clasping his hands together, playing the part of a more cutesy version of Ukyo.
/This is fun!/ Ranma suddenly realized, as he found that he hadn't had this much fun in years! Perhaps never. He didn't recall much of his childhood before the training journey and during that, there had been scant opportunities to play. He sadly came to the realization that he'd never really had a childhood and hardly ever had a chance to play with other children. There had been a few times when he'd been in school and played during breaks, but there had never been time for it after school or on days off, because then it would be back to training with Genma again.
"Yah! I'm Tendo Kasumi, and Tendo Kasumi never looses 'coz I'm d'bestest! I'll protect you!" Kasumi shouted, jumping into an upright position to play the game she'd just came up with. She wove a tale of adventure, romance and action that kept the two of them entertained for nearly a full hour, before Ranma noticed how much time had passed and realized that he'd better turn things back to normal before Akane, Happosai or Nabiki came back home!
"I'm sorry, Kasumi-chan. But I think play-time is up." Ranma sighed.
"I'm hungry! I wanna icecream!" Kasumi said, having worked up quite an appetite during their game.
"Maybe next time..." Ranma said, then clapped his hands. "Sweet Kasumi-chan." he added.
"Promise?" Kasumi demanded and started putting on her nylons.
"I promise." Ranma agreed.
"Really?" Kasumi asked.
"Really really." Ranma replied.
"Really really really really really?" Kasumi insisted.
"You have my word. What sort of cute fiancee would I be if I couldn't get my hero an icecream after saving my life so many times?" Ranma responded.
"Yah! I'm the bestest ever!" Kasumi shrieked as she wriggled into her skirt.
"You sure are, Kasumi-chan." Ranma said, kissing her forehead.
"Yeah, yeah. Now git, Ranma-oniichan. I'm changing here!" Kasumi ordered him, apparently growing older by degrees the more clothed she got, just as she had gotten younger as she undressed.
"Sure thing, Kasumi-chan." he agreed and headed for the door, unlocking it and closing it behind him as he left. Kasumi hummed to herself as she finished putting on her clothes, then closed her eyes and counted to five, before she opened them, wondering what she was doing in her room. She blinked at the messy state of her bed, wondering what had happened to it. It almost looked as if someone had been jumping on it!
She shook her head, intending to have a word with Akane about letting P-chan roam freely around the house. She tidied up and then strolled out of her room, intending to get started on dinner, a notion which her stomach agreed with whole-heartedly. She was feeling famished. That tea Ranma had treated her to must have made her hungry.
Ranma sat in the room he and his father shared, exhaling in relief as Kasumi passed it by, humming happily to herself. It appeared as if it really had worked and worked like a charm! Surely if she had remembered any of it, she'd be upset?
Or was she just going along with him, despite having to act so embaressingly?
What, oh what, was a Martial Artist to do?
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