"Futana!" Akane hurried up to the taller woman. "Tofu took P-chan! He won't tell me what's wrong with the poor thing!"
"He left!? The-" Kasumi approached too close to her, and she forgot whatever descriptive name she was going to apply to her twin. She hid behind Ranma. "Er, uh, don't worry, A, Akane. He probably just wants to help...the creature. He doesn't spend much time with you."
"Yeah," Ranma said. "He keeps wandering off and gettin' himself lost."
"Stop it, Ranma! P-chan's not like Ryoga!"
"When he's a pig, he ain't. But I don't care. I have more important...Hey, Futana, you moved. Man, I didn't even sense it!" The woman with Kasumi's hair, but a dark gray gi over a black body stocking was sitting lotus style at the common table, her back careful not to turn her glasses in the eldest sister's direction. "...And fast, too."
"I surprised even Tofu. I have been through more extensive training and practice than him since the accident."
"Really?" Ranma sat down beside the woman who looked like she was in her late twenties but was, in fact, over a hundred years old. (Or at least that was what he implied when the Doc tried to treat his Cat's Tongue problem.) "Martial arts training? ... Yeah!? Say, ' wanna spar? It'd be nice to have a real challenge, for once."
"Ranma!!" Akane cried, insulted: Again!
"I dare say that I could teach Akane a technique or two before the sunrise that she could use to win over you, Ranma."
"Really!?" Akane cried, hurring to sit on the other side of Futana. "Do you really think you can?!" her voice filled with hope. She picked the woman's hand off her thigh and held it between hers.
The red of Dr. Tofu's feminine face rose like a thermometer, and when it came up to her ears, steam seemed to come out. "Of course, Anything-Goes for you, Akane! Schoolday night classes. Martial marital Art Deco!" Futana considered it a triumph that she wasn't laughing apologetically like she had as her brother.
"Ha! The way you're talkin', you'd probably only teach her how to tangle herself up in some fancy yoga position," Ranma said, confidently. "She's clumsy enough as it is without your clumsy words helpin'."
"We'll show Ranma, won't we, Dr. Futana?"
"I am a doctor. Let the doctor help. Doctor Feelgood."
Maybe s/he is over a hundred, with that reference. "Man, you are actin' like the Doc, ain't-cha?"
"I am, ain't-I mean, aren't I." The beautiful woman made a visible effort to pull refocus. She started by withdrawing her hand out of Akane's.
That was the gesture. That was when it hit Ranma. She is like Tofu; but with one difference. A big difference to him?
(Posted Mon, 13 Nov 2006 00:26)
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