Ah, yes, she thought, slipping back to that warm half-sleep, half-awake, mostly-dreaming fantasy state. Ranma-kun.... One hand slowly managed to report a sensation of uncomfortably wetness, and with a sigh, Kasumi forced herself to sit upright. And then frowned at her clock. "My," she noted, "it's quite bright outside for ten PM."
Deducing that the power was out, she looked around her room, somewhat surprised to see that she had slept naked, and that the wetness on her bed was from....
Oh. Oh, dear. Akane would be quite furious.
Smiling guiltily, Kasumi quickly grabbed a change of clothes, her smile widening at the shredded bits of cloth lying scattered in the hallway. It would be a mess, but it told her that she wasn't the only one, and that meant ... well. It meant that she wasn't alone in whatever she'd gotten tangled up in.
After washing, she murmured appreciation for the ancient gas-powered furo, and set about making breakfast. Akane struggled down the stairs somewhat slowly, wobbling unsteadily, and collapsing in the living room. Kasumi quickly diagnosed her as merely dehydrated, and got some water into the girl before returning to the kitchen.
"Onee-chan," Akane finally called, not moving from the table. "I hurt. What happened?"
"Well," Kasumi called back from the kitchen, "I'm not entirely certain, Akane-chan. I believe we both held Ranma down and rode him like a bucking bronco until we passed out, and he carried us to bed."
She heard the distinctive crack of something breaking. "That pervert did what?" she snarled. "Why, I oughta--"
"Scream so loud in passion you break the other windows in the house?" Kasumi asked sweetly.
Akane fell to silence, and Kasumi finished preparing the scrambled eggs and orange juice, carrying both to the living room, where Akane was looking away from the broken remnants of the table in embarrassment, her face a flaming red. "I'll get the other table," she murmured, quickly replacing the broken table with a new one.
"Thank you, Akane-nee-chan," Kasumi said with a smile. "Now. I suppose there's no inherent dishonor, since we're both technically his fiancees...."
Akane twitched slightly, then offered a tiny nod. "Do you think ... he did Nabiki, too?"
"I'm home," Nabiki wearily called from the doorway. Kasumi and Akane looked up. There was the girl in question! And she'd brought Ranma, Ukyou, and ... Konatsu with her? "Okay. Everyone want to have the mental breakdown here, or in the dojo?"
Kasumi looked at the broken remnants of the table. "Dojo, please," she said, smiling.
In short order, after Akane and Kasumi had bolted their meals, everyone was sitting in a rough circle in the dojo. "Right," Nabiki drawled, surveying the crowd. "So, what have you figured out so far?"
"We had lots and lots of sex!" Kasumi said cheerfully. "Probably because of some spell, or maybe some virus."
Nabiki blinked, taken aback. "Well ... that ... yeah, that's pretty much exactly it," she said, nodding. "But it's more severe than you realize. Um.... Ucchan? Can you and Konatsu hold Akane down?"
"What?" Akane protested as Ukyou and Konatsu each grabbed one of her arms, pinning her to the floor. "Hey! What's this all about!"
"Akane?" Nabiki asked quietly. "Are you angry at me for having sex with Ranma?"
Akane's face twitched in a glower, but her rage subsided quickly. "No," she grumbled. "I guess I can't be. Hell, I slept with him. And he went...." She trailed off, gulping. "To school," she whimpered.
"Ah," Ranma managed, scratching the back of his head nervously, and forcing out a chuckle. "I ... counted."
"Good news," Nabiki said. "Now. To stress the importance and how severe and dangerous this is, I'm not asking Ukyou or Konatsu to let you go until you understand what's going on, Akane."
"Get to the point already!" Akane snapped.
"Yeah," Ukyou said, nodding, but still holding onto Akane. "What's this all about, Sugar?"
"By the news report that Konatsu and I heard, Akane ... in Japan, at least 75% of all men are dead."
Ranma gaped. Kasumi gasped, and felt herself going faint. Any anger and strength in Akane flowed straight out of her, and Ukyou fell over in alarm, leaving Konatsu alone to support Akane.
"B...but.... How?" Ranma asked, befuddled. "I mean ... it's just ... just ... well.... It's just sex, ain't it?"
"But hardly normal or natural," Nabiki countered, as Akane recovered her strength enough to sit up straight, and Konatsu released her. "Now, there's another point to this I wanted to stress to you, Akane. I think, I'm guessing, that with the exception of Konatsu, Ranma's slept with all of us, right?"
"And 'Dachi-chan," Ukyou mumbled.
Ranma nodded numbly.
"The reason I point this out as a concern is ... with the ratio skewing to one man to four women, we may, very realistically, need to share," Nabiki concluded.
"Well, that sounds perfectly reasonable," Kasumi decided.
"'Scuze me?" Ranma managed, slightly stunned.
"Think about it, Ranma-kun. You and Konatsu there could be the only men alive for a mile in any direction. You thought you had women troubles before?"
Ranma looked utterly horrified.
Nabiki sighed, and said, "I have no idea how we're going to handle the legal side of things. But let's be honest, here. We're all used goods, no offense, Ranma. Not only is it going to be really hard to find a guy who's available, our competition for him is going to be four times as extreme. What, exactly, do I have to offer anyone that you can't find from some other girl quite easily, now?"
"I'm in," Ukyou decided. "I don't think I deserve Ranchan all to myself anyway. Not now." She bowed her head, and Ranma seemed to recover himself.
"Okay," he said, running his hands over his head, smoothing some loose hairs back into his pigtail.
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