Ranma groaned slightly and winced his eyes shut in pain. Damn, could Akane hit hard... but oddly enough, he didn’t remember landing, but yeesh, his right side was hurting. And all this because he wished Nabiki could know what it was like to have to suffer in all the fiancée craziness.
Hmm... his crashing spot felt softer than usual. Rather nice and downy like... well, a super comfortable futon. With a rather heavy and furry blanket...?
And then it hit Ranma. He’d wished for a nicer fiancée instead of Akane, and then it was like reliving life again from the get go. Only this time, his old man wasn’t there for him... his cursed form was a sister... he’d been an actor?
Opening his eyes slowly, Ranma looked to his left side and saw the sleeping woman cuddling up to him. Yep. There was Britanny Elin Diggers all right, in hybrid form. It was odd, feeling nervous around her. He knew she was a great woman, but... damn, he remembered cats being like monsters and NOW he remembered her as being the sweetest woman and his greatest friend for years.
Gently, Ranma placed a hand on the woman’s shoulder. He tried to shake her slightly. “Britanny?” He asked softly. “Britanny, I think it’s time to get up...”
When the woman wasn’t waking up, Ranma let off a sigh. NOW he remembered Britanny could sleep like the dead...
...and hog the sheets, but that part didn’t bother him so much.
Gently, Ranma tried to slip out from underneath the woman’s grasp. He wanted to check something out, but Britanny’s grasp however...wasn’t easy to get out of. She liked to be clingy, as her hands demonstrated by their sleep-groping.
“ZZZZzzzzzzZZZZzzzZZ~S’NORK!”
Not to mention the snoring...but he was willing to take the bad with the good.
Besides, Britanny wasn’t all bad. She was very beautiful, which Ranma thought was a blessing. In truth though, what had initially attracted him to her, and kept him with her was the woman's heart. She was lucky to be as beautiful as she was caring.
But still, he needed to be careful with her hands. So gently prying her fingers from his crotch, Ranma slipped out of bed. As he gently sat up and ten stood up from the mattress, Ranma was quick to notice a few things.
First off, he was taller, as his eye-level seemed askew. Second, he was a lot more muscular, with very visible definition to his frame. And third... when the hell did he start wearing tighty-whities over boxers!?
...
...Oh yes, Britanny preferred him to wear those. They showed the, “bulge” better as she would put it with her trademarked catty grin. Not that they stayed on long when her eye caught sight of said bulge.
Shaking his head, Ranma made his way through the nicely furnished apartment what with all the high-end pieces that were scattered in an artistic fung shuay... not to mention all the room. It was huge and spacious suite, even though it was mostly open area. The living room doubled as the bedroom. Sure, there were areas that were opened up for certain needs like a kitchen area for cooking and an exercise area for working out, but there were only two real ‘rooms’ as it were. But one was serving as Britanny’s closet, and the other was where he was heading. The bathroom.
Getting into the bathroom, Ranma blinked his eyes as the floors were still a little wet from last night’s activities... activities which brought a blush to his face as he thought about it. Boy who knew Brit would have been turned on by a washing loofa that looked like a ball of yarn?
....He’d have to thank Gina for suggesting the idea to purchase that item!
Shaking his head, Ranma couldn’t help but manage a small smile. Opening the hamper, Ranma took out a towel that was slightly damp and used it to clean the floor of excess water before throwing it back in. After cleaning, he decided it was a decent sized with a large sit-down shower stall, a spacious Jacuzzi bathtub and across from the bathing facilities were dual-sinks set in a long marble countertop before a mirror with power-flush toilet at the end in the farthest corner of the bathroom. For two people it was ideal.
Finally, Ranma decided to bite the bullet and turned to take a good look in the mirror. He could recognize the face as his, even with the slightly more angular features that were set with a pair of sparkling blue eyes and manned with wild raven-black hair that hung loosely. He’d grown up and was a man.
Although Ranma couldn’t help but notice the ‘imperfection’ he had on his right pectoral and along that side of his torso. A nice long horizontal slit accompanied by a longer vertical one that ran down his right side down to his belly-button. The doctors needing to break ribs to get in to do exploratory and corrective surgery was going to leave a nasty looking reminder, even with the ‘regeneration tea pot his ‘pops’ Theodore made for him and told him to have two cups of tea twice a day.
At least Britanny made him feel better about it. She insisted it made him more exotic and showed her enthusiasm by licking and nipping along it. He had to shiver at the memory....that did feel nice.
Very nice...
Moving over to the sink on the right, Ranma turned the handle and placed his cupped hands underneath the flow of cold water and let out a sigh of relief. No curse. He was one-hundred percent manly male, twenty-four/seven, three-hundred and sixty-five days a year! Grinning, Ranma was feeling relief from that. And if he remembered correctly, his mother didn’t seem as psychotic as before about him being manly, and was there to stand up for any decision he made... although she was adamant about having him stay at the estate, she respected his feelings and even helped him find this apartment.
At least he had ONE reliable parent... well Theo could count as two, even Julia from the times he was around when she visited or Brit took him to Jade for a picnic. But even though they weren’t his biological folks, they felt like parents to him.
His thoughts then drifted to his sister... right, he had a sister now.
Blinking, Ranma realized something. Splashing his face with the water in his hands, Ranma then turned off the water and reached over for a hand towel he left on the marble sink counter-top. Drying his face for a moment, he made his way out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen area where one of the two house-lines were. He could see the answering machine already had two messages, and seeing the number and address on the Caller ID, didn’t bother to listen. He knew who called.
So picking up the phone, Ranma dialed his sister’s cell. Before he and Brit moved out, she made him promise to call her everyday. “C’mon, pick up...” Ranma mumbled to himself after the first few rings.
Someone finally answered. “About time, big brother!”
“Sorry, Trouble,” Ranma said, using her nickname. “Brit slept in and decided I was nicer than the mattress... sorry I didn’t get to the phone earlier, it didn’t wake me up. Anyway, how goes things?”
He could hear Ranko twitching from her abhorred nickname, but she knew how to play the game. “Oh, couldn’t be better. I’m sitting on my bed naked, and half a dozen studs are out cold from last night where we did all sorts of wild, nasty things,” She added with a purr of wickedness.
“Say WHAT!?” Ranma exclaimed. “Who are they!? I’ll murder those sons of-”
“Just kidding!” She interrupted cutely. “Got’cha bro.”
His shoulders slumping, Ranma sighed. “Don't do that to me, sis. You’re only sixteen. Mom would have a cow if she found out you had sex before marriage or at the least before you were eighteen...” for some reason, their mother saw it okay for a manly man to bed many women, but a truly womanly woman had to be chaste and pure.
“Like I’d tell you if I was boinking someone anyway,” Ranko told him. “Besides, I’m still unsure if I want guys or girls.”
Oh yes, another lovely topic that would drive their mother bonkers... Ranko, her only little girl, had eyes for both genders.
“But enough of that,” Ranko’s voice started up again. “How’re you and Brit doing, bro? In fact, is your injury still alright? No problems?” She asked, sounding very concerned. As much as she liked to bust his chops, she still cared for him.
Ranma leaned back against the wall. “Doing okay... with both Brit and the injury,” the wild-haired martial artist added. “Been around...” he considered this. “Three weeks since we moved in. I’ve been using that special tea-pot that Pops made for me. It’s really, really helping things along. I’m no longer taking the pain killers the doctors prescribed since I’m really just not feeling pain as much. I figure in another week or two, I’ll be back on par with my old self...” However, Ranma wasn’t going to bring up that it looked like he’d still have a nice set of scars underneath his shirts.
“That's a relief,” Ranko said with obvious ease in her voice. “I hated seeing you so...down and laid up.”
Ranma nodded his head, even though his sister couldn’t see it. “Yeah. I want to be able to help Britanny go on her adventures again. I don’t want her to be tied down because she feels she has to stay behind and look after me. So I got shot, it was an accident and I made it through, right?”
“Yeah you’re tough...” Ranko agreed half-heartedly. “Speaking of adventures... when are you gonna uphold your promise and take me?” She sweetly asked him.
Ranma winced. Damn! She just HAD to remember that half-baked promise from four years ago when she tried to stow away with them. Sighing, Ranma told her, “Ranko, you’re sixteen now... I know I can’t keep you away from the adventures forever...” he bit on his lower lip. Somehow, he knew he was going to regret this. “I’ll talk to Gina. We’re supposed to be going to Ireland again for a simple topographic observation and some other things in another week or so. She might let you go with us.”
Ranma could feel her grinning from ear to ear. “Thanks, Ranma! I knew my big brother wouldn’t let me down. You haven’t yet.”
Ranma raised his other hand to rub his eyes. He swore he could see that damn grin on her face. “I know, I know... I never want you to feel left out of anything, Trouble.”
“Likewise, Horsey,” Ranko grinned to herself at her own nickname for her brother.
Ranma chuckled. “Well, you take care, all right, Ranko?” He looked at the clock. “I think it’s time for you to start getting ready for school...”
“Aww, but I like lounging around all scantily clad...” Ranko smirked as she could hear her brother sputtering. “Okay, okay kidding. I’m already set, I just gotta drive to school is all, Bro.”
To that answer, Ranma nodded his head slowly. “All right, you take care, Ranko...” smirking, Ranma decided to tease her by telling her, “I need to get dressed. Been standing here only in my underwear the whole time.”
“Oooh, sex-ay,” she countered. “Nothing I haven’t fantasized about, Bro.”
Ranma raised an eyebrow. “Say what!?”
“Hahahaha! Got ya!” Ranma’s little sister cackled over the phone. “Oh man... what I’d give to see that look on your face.”
Ranma smirked. “Come over and see, Trouble. I may have come out of surgery, but I’m still more than enough to kick your butt.”
“Or stare at it,” Ranko shot back with a giggle.
Ranma rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah...” he let off a sigh. As troublesome as she was, he did love her. She was family and they were there for each other. “Anyway, I think it’s time you got going. If I remember correctly, don’t you have a test first period you’re not supposed to be late for?”
“Hey I’ll ace it! Especially with Gina’s tutoring,” she assured her brother. “Give Brit a hug for me.”
“Will do...” Ranma managed to answered. “By for now, little sis.”
“See ya later bro! Love ya!” She answered back. And with that, she hung up.
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