The other boy frowned back. "About what?"
"They found him hanging with his head stuck in the ceiling, but got him out before anything permanent happened. Seems that he annoyed Akane Tendo."
"What's so odd about that?"
"It's what he was apparently muttering about. Something about the 'glorious sister of his lady Ranko'."
"I didn't know that she had a sister," the second boy admitted.
"According to Kuno, she does. Of course, it could be just another idiotic fantasy of his...."
"I'm not so sure about that."
His friend's brows went up as far as they could. "Why?"
"I got a peek the most gorgeous redhead that I've ever come across in my life. Tons of curves, and not a single bit of fat on her. And she had a wet shirt plastered to these great breasts that bounced freely, if you get my drift."
"Oh man.... How good a look did you get?"
"Not good enough, but we do have one hope."
"What's that?"
"If we keep an eye out, we can probably get to see her again."
"Hell yeah."
Genma sat in his old friend's dojo, and found himself aware of the fact that the same man was his son-in-law. That was terribly disconcerting, though he did have to admit that if anyone was going to treasure his baby girl as much as she should be, it had to be Soun. Of course, that didn't stop him from wanting her to still be the little girl who'd adored him, and practiced the Art as hard as she could to make him proud.
But even if he allowed himself to accept that she was now a married woman who had taken over his promise with Tendo, that still left him with a need to salvage what he could. For ten years, he'd dragged his son from one place to another, trying to get the boy to be the best that he could be. It had always been his plan to have his son marry one of Tendo's daughters at the end of the training, so that the schools would be united. However, the schools were already joined through Ranko, and he hadn't really planned for anything else.
That did leave him with a son who was now unattached, which wasn't so bad. He still had his Heir, and had managed to get the boy to be as strong as possible. However, that didn't change the fact that he needed grandchildren. Oh, he was certain that he would treasure any children that Ranko would give birth too, but they would be all having 'Tendo' as their family name. For his name to live on, he would have to have his son give him some grandchildren as well. There was time for that, but he didn't know what to do with himself in the mean time. With Ranma's curse, he couldn't return to his own wife any time soon, but he didn't have any other place to go. All he could do was to try and see what he had open to him. It wasn't like he was going to easily find that he had engaged Ranma... a second time....
Smacking his forehead, he remembered that the Tendo arrangement wasn't the only one that he'd made. There was the one with the okonomiyaki chef who'd promised his daughter as Ranma's bride. The girl would have grown up by now, and was likely unaware of her situation. It had been years since he'd seen her, as he'd been forced to leave her behind, rather than force her to endure what was already a hard enough journey. But that didn't matter, since there was the promise, and it didn't matter if she had a lovely appearance or not.
After all, the last girl to kiss Ranma had been that curvy Chinese girl, and as attractive as she was, he certainly did not wish to have her show up.
Much as Ranma liked the fact that he was getting along well with his nieces, he did find that he did want to have friends outside of them. They were, after all, all girls, and he was their uncle, which was weird, considering the fact that two of them were older than him. He needed friends of his own age and gender, if only to have a guys who he could be a guy with. When he came to the school, he thought that he'd found a pair of them, as they seemed nice enough. During gym, he did a quick routine on the parallel bars, and felt good when they showed that they were clearly impressed. He was pretty certain that they would be two people that he'd want to hang around with.
"Hey, Ranma?" Hiroshi asked. "You're Akane's uncle, right?"
"Yeah...." Ranma allowed.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Have you ever seen her naked?"
"WHAT?!"
Daisuke shrugged. "Come on. Think about it. You are living in the same house as her."
"But I don't spy on her!"
"Who says that you have? But you couldn't have... accidentally gotten a peek when you didn't mean to?"
"Or noticed when she wraps a towel around herself after a bath, and heads to her room?" the lighter haired boy asked.
"Maybe, she has to open the door while she's changing in her room, and you get to see her wearing only panties and a bra."
"Or you could have gotten a good look at her when she relaxes, and decides to not put on a lot?"
"That's disgusting!" Ranma snapped. "Even if I had been at her house for months, I still wouldn't have... have...."
"Been a pervert?" archly asked a feminine voice.
Hiroshi turned his head, and gave a weak smile at the girl who was standing there. "Yuka...."
"Save it. Sayuri and I heard you," the long haired girl replied.
"But...."
"Nothing that you say is going to change the fact that you're a pair of perverts."
The girl next to her nodded so vehemently that her ponytail bobbed. "You two are really pathetic, you know that? But at least now there is one boy here who we can actually trust."
"Ranma?" Daisuke asked.
"Ranma."
"And us girls don't think that it's right to drag him down too," Yuka commented, glancing at the girls around them. "Right, girls?"
"Right!" stated the group of girls around them.
Had there been only one girl, or two, the two 'normal' boys would have merely tried to sweet talk their way out of the situation. If there had been a handful of them, they would have made the best of it that they could.
Surrounding them was a group of at least twenty girls, with only the fact that some were blocking them from seeing others stopping them from seeing any more. As a result, the two boys just sat as still as they could, swallowing hard at the knowledge that they had a great many girls annoyed with them. That was not a good thing in their book, and as their eyes flitted from girl to girl, they looked like small animals in a room full of predators.
"Now, Ranma, you seem nice enough," Sayuri told him with a smile.
The pigtailed boy scratched the back of his head. "I do?"
"Yes, you do. In fact, we don't think that it's a good idea to make you so uncomfortable on your first day."
"It wasn't so bad. Just... not right...."
"We understand completely. And we'd like to make it better."
"How?"
"By having you come with us," Yuka told him, putting a hand on his arm. "Right, Asami?"
Another girl took his other side. "Right. We can be sure that you won't do anything bad if you stay with us."
"And it's not like you actually have to exercise. I'm sure that the teachers will understand," commented another girl as she got behind him.
Pretty soon, all the girls were surrounding him, and they were all moving over towards where the other girls were having their own gym session. Had he been able to try, he wouldn't have managed to stop them, as it was like trying to keep a raft on course in the ocean. All he could do was let them guide him, wondering when the girls had all started to like him so much. Looking beyond them, he could see that there were girls who looked happy to see him being brought to their side, others who looked sympathetic, and a few who just shook their head and sighed.
He did see Akane look rather embarrassed, due to both her friends' antics, and for his sake.
Oddly enough, that was rather reassuring, and he felt a little better at getting all this pleased female attention, while:
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