Kasumi closed the front door behind her, careful not to make too much noise just as she was every morning. Aunty Yasuko had been overreacting and overstating her symptoms, as she always seemed to, and Kasumi felt perfectly secure in her decision to leave her elderly relative with a few day's prepared meals and her housemate. Returning this early in the morning had the added advantage of missing the fierce crush of Tokyo rush hour, and in fact the worst of the crush that afflicted Tokyo public transport at the best of times.
She changed her shoes in the entry, and walked further into the house. A quick breath told her that her youngest sister had tried to cook for everyone in her absense; either the result had been even less satisfactory than usual, or she had done a worse job than normal of cleaning up the mess. She hoped Ranma hadn't been hurt, either by the food or by his refusal to try it.
Mr Saotome snored resonantly where he lay at the bottom of the staircase, but a moment's check assured her that he was merely drunk. She supposed her father was in a like condition somewhere nearer his bedroom; it was nice not to have found them piled in the gateway where the cab driver deposited them. She stepped carefully around him and climbed the stairs, intending to put her small bag away before she started breakfast.
Partway up, she heard a faint cry from the guest room. She tilted her head to hear better; it had sounded pleasant, not a pained cry at all, which surely made it a glad thing to hear in the house, but she was faintly worried...
Sure enough, there was the faint sound of rhythmic pumping against a firm futon, and a repeat of the delighted coo she had first heard. She extended her senses to feel the wa of the house, hoping against hope that one of Ranma's suitors hadn't chosen the night she was away to play some foolish trick against his affections.
She felt Mr Saotome's stain on the wa first, and quickly dismissed it, along with the strain from his drinking - without eating anything more substantial than bar snacks, she noticed. He still didn't fit within the spirit of the house, even after living there for so long, quite unlike his son. There was change in the deeper spirit of the house, but only fading signs of corruption; in fact, she noticed with a widening smile, the deep-rooted strains between Ranma and her sister were fading even as they joined, and she could feel other strains personal to each of them also breaking up.
With the satisfied feeling of one who has worked to nurture something grand, even if it has finally come about without their direct action, she deposited her bag on her bed. Then she went downstairs, and prepared to begin her normal daily routine as though nothing special had happened.
Akane giggled. She was sitting astride her fiance, and pinning his wrists with her hands, but that didn't stop him from trying to tease her. They could both carry on, but they felt satisfied for now, and had mutually come to an unspoken agreement to rest for a bit, and save some energy - and fun - for later. In the mean time, he was licking the sweat from between her breasts.
Ranma had proven an adroit student in pleasuring her; she had seen before how his skills at martial arts carried across to other physical pursuits, but he had obviously been applying his ability to 'read' an opponent to the task of reducing her to a quivering bundle of pleasure, and only her own efforts at doing the same to him had prevented him from succeeding completely. She thought, and hoped, that she had done as well for him as he had for her.
Finally, he rested his head back, and suggested, "Should we get up? I still feel hungry."
Akane giggled again. "That's so you, you know." She scrunched up a little and delivered a peck on his nose. "But all right." She uncurled, and looked around. "I wonder if I can find all my clothes from when I came in..."
"Ya better," retorted Ranma. He stopped himself before he went on.
"Well? You object to me leaving my clothes in your bedroom?"
"Nah, it's not that, or... Well, it's if Pops finds any of them."
"We'd be married in minutes, you mean."
"Yeah," he admitted, wincing slightly as he anticipated her reaction.
"Would that be so bad?"
"I'd... I'd kinda like some say, ya know? Do the planning, and check out the guest list before all the crazies get invited." His lips flickered. "At least have the ceremony in a bomb shelter this time?"
Akane laughed. The look in his eyes told her what she wanted to know. She stood up and grabbed the nearest bit of cloth on the floor. "This is yours, I think," she said, passing him the pair of boxers. He blushed, and passed her a teeshirt.
It took a few minutes, but eventually they each had enough clothes to get dressed. One of her socks was missing, and she blushed hotly when they discovered that his shirt had lost all its buttons, but the one piece that took far too long to find was her bra. Finally, standing in only her panties as Ranma slipped on his boxers, she donned the restrictive undergarment.
"My bra is loose."
"Huh?"
"My bra isn't fitting properly. It's too big."
"Ah, um." Ranma swallowed nervously. "Is it the one Happosai stretched out by havin' me wear it?" he offered, uncertain if that would constitute an insult or not.
She gave him a daggered look. "No. More importantly, it fitted yesterday, and it's too small now." She fiddled with the shoulder straps, and bounced on her toes. "It's just the wrong size," she said softly. "It's like I was wearing Yuka's or something."
"Yuka's?"
"Don't tell me you haven't noticed," said Akane, turning to face him. "You hadn't, had you? She takes a bigger size than I do. This thing," she gestured at the lace cups, "is fitting me as well as I'd expect hers to."
He looked at her critically. Frowning, he looked around the room for a second, and then scooped up the buttonless shirt. Quickly shrugging it on, he held it closed and worked his shoulders. "Yeah, ain't fitting right either."
"You don't look any different..."
"Ya think? You do, now I think about it. Kinda smaller, all over."
She shook her head. "You look exactly as I remember, from when I walked in on you when you arrived."
"That was over a year ago, 'Kane-chan. An' I ain't eaten as well as Kasumi cooks ever."
She blinked. "So we've... shrunk? Is this some kind of Amazon shrinking magic or something?"
"Dunno. Get dressed, we'll go ask the old ghoul about it." His stomach interrupted. "After breakfast."
Akane sniggered, and grabbed the next item of clothing.
(Posted Thu, 01 Jun 2006 17:37)
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