He nodded. "Correct. Otherwise, I would be pointing at another door," he responded.
"Right, right," Ranma said while frowning. He gazed intently at the door. "So, she's through that door."
Stroaks frowned. "Yes, yes she is. You can open the door, you know; it's unlocked." Ranma nodded solemnly.
... A few moments passed.
"... You're quite sure that she's-"
"Oh for the love of the eight million gods!" the fiery Vaporita screamed in defiance of her nature. "If you're going to wimp out, just do it!"
The Tamer glared at the Pokégirl. "Hey, I ain't scared!" he retorted hotly, before adding under his breath, "... Much." Ranma puffed out his chest, and marched towards the heavy steel door. He grabbed the handle, and froze. He waited for a few moments, to see if reason had barged into the situation yet.
... No go. Damn. Ranma collected himself, and opened the door to the dim examination room. He stepped inside and closed the door, taking in his surroundings. Strangely enough, it was an oddly comforting room, reminding him of Tofu's office. Looking around, he could see that the room had been cleared of most things that could be used as a weapon by a sane mind. Yipee, disadvantage to him, for he sort of lacked claws or a tough, muscular body.
... Well, in comparison to the last body he thought he had, at least.
And in the middle of the room was the Panthress. He was gladdened to see that the wounds that he saw on the poor kit several nights before were cleaned and healed, and that she was at least clothed, though the white smock did nothing to hide her surprisingly ample figure. Of course, she was tightly bound around the ankles, wrists, neck, and waist, in order to keep her from harming herself and others.
Ranma watched the Pokékit sleep the slumber of the drugged, and noted how peaceful she looked, in comparison to when she was trying to gut him and the Professor. That thought gave Ranma pause: when she woke up, she was going to be a tad bit pissed; did Ranma really want to risk being torn apart again?
Ranma thought about that for a moment or two. He then remembered Ranko's attitude for the last few days.
"Damn, what the hell am I thinkin'?" Ranma swore to himself as he strode to the bed. Quickly, he began ridding the Pokékit of her restraints. When he was finished, however, he came to another realization.
"How the hell am I gonna cuddle her?" Ranma asked himself. He doubted that cuddling while she was unconscious would really work, and when she woke up, she was probably going to try to take out the closest person to her.
"Don't worry, Ranma!"
"Yagh!" Ranma yelped as he jumped from the sudden voice. He quickly looked around to spot a vidscreen above the door, with Stroaks' and the Vaporita's faces inside.
"Ranma, the Panthress is heavily sedated, so you should have at least a few minutes to get a good hold on her. That way, when she wakes up in a berzerker fury, she won't immediately gut you!" the good professor encouraged.
"Well... if you really think so..." Ranma said doubtfully, but turned and worked the unconscious girl into his arms. None of the holds he could think of would help him in this situation, so he would have to improvise.
Behind him, he heard whispers from the vidscreen that went something like "Do you think it'll work?" and "Not a chance in hell." Ranma merely twitched, and continued his work.
Ranma found himself sitting on the bed, with the kit sitting on his lap, but still out like a light, and his arms crossing over her stomach and holding her arms against her body tightly. Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything about her legs, but he would try his best to not get clawed by her feet.
Several minutes passed, and Ranma grew tenser. Soon, the girl began stirring, and made a cute meow that sounded suspiciously like a yawn.
Ranma blinked, and loosened his hold. Was the Panthress back to normal?
"rrrrrRRRROOOOOOOOOWLLLLL!"
Okay, that answered his question. Ranma yelped as the black furred feline began thrashing about. He was barely able to keep his grip on her arms, and paid for the lapse in awareness with three shallow cuts on his ribs. He moved his body with hers, keeping her legs away from his own and avoiding her wildly careening head. "Damn it, calm down!" he cried. "Calm do- OW!"
As he tried to soothe the girl, her head whipped back straight into his nose. Ranma eyes immediately teared up, and he instinctively threw his hands to his nose. A second later, his watery eyes widened.
"Oh zid!" he moaned before throwing himself backwards, avoiding a whirlwind of claws and teeth. Ranma grunted as his back hit the hard floor, but he continued to roll backwards in order to gain himself some space. Ranma gingerly felt his nose, and discovered that it, thankfully, wasn't broken. He was then forced to jump to the side as the Panthress had decided to go after him. Ranma retreated from the crazed Pokékit, actually running up the heavy door and using the vidscreen as a springboard for a backflip.
Ranma winced as he watched the girl avoid hurting herself as she slammed into the heavy door. 'Damn, how the hell can I get her? Nothin' the old man can do will... help... me...'
The martial artist turned tamer blinked slowly as the third revelation of the day came to him. "... Damn... dad'z dubid of me..." he berated himself as he leapt at the unsuspecting girl. The Panthress had turned to him at that moment, and blinked at the sight of a male flying at her.
The pause was enough for Ranma to tackle her and slam the both of them into the door. Ranma, under normal circumstances, would've hated to hurt the poor psychotic kit; however, since the fact was that the kit was currently psychotic left Ranma with some leeway in what he would do to stop her. Quickly, before the Panthress had enough time to recover, Ranma forced her into the fetal position, and gripped her arms and legs together tightly with his own.
'Heh, who woulda thought that the old man's "Cradle From Hell" would've done me any good?' Ranma thought as he clung for dear life, keeping the Pokékit from breaking free. Just then, the door was flung open, and Stroaks rushed in with a stun prod.
Stroaks blinked as he saw what position the tamer and the kit was in, and his eyes narrowed. "Ranma! I know you're kinky and all, but we know what she's been through! Besides, she's too young!"
Ranma boggled in surprise, though this time he did not loosen his grip. "Da hell? I'm nod damin' her!" he shouted at him through his swollen nose. Any further arguing between the two was halted, as the mysterious Pokékit let out a scared caterwaul.
"MRRROWL! NO TAME!" she screamed. The sudden appearance of coherent words shocked the tamer and the professor, and the Panthress continued. "PLEASE! ROWL! NO TAME!"
She then descended into hissing sobs, and the force of her struggles lessened. Ranma and Stroaks looked at each other, before Stroaks perched on top of the now ripped up bed.
Ranma sighed as he felt the struggles of the Pokékit cease. "Are you ogay?" he asked, wincing as adrenaline also ceased to flow through his veins, which meant that he was feeling ALOT of pain. The kit continued to sob, and Ranma took the opportunity to shift the girl's position in his Hell's Cradle, turning her body toward his own and her head against his chest. Ranma noticed with dulled amusement that it mirrored how he first cuddled with Ranko.
"Hey, are you ogay?" he repeated, putting his chin on top of her head. The girl's sobs soon lessened, and Stroaks merely observed.
"Please..." the girl pleaded weakly.
"... Whad?"
"... I don't wanna be tamed again..." the Panthress asked in a terrified voice. Ranma sighed again, as he had been doing for a while now.
"Don worry, I aind damin' you." The pokékit stopped crying, and Ranma and Stroaks, though neither had the Empathy Bloodgift, could tell that she was confused. "I don'd rearry know whad habend do ya, bud I won'd hurd ya."
Ranma felt the girl quiver, and he readied himself to tighten the hold. However, he soon found that her crying began anew. "Ah, shid, I'm zorry," he apologized. "Um... whad's your name?"
The girl hiccuped slightly. "My name...? My... name..." she paused as she hiccuped twice. "It's..."
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