"You'll show me, alright," Ranma said, placing Futana's hand back in Akane's. "You just keep that thought."
"The thought: Of Akane!" Futana lost her cool, again.
Akane held on tighter. "We'll show him, won't we, Doctor? We're here for each other."
"We are?" the woman's madness visibly ebbed.
Ranma's flowed.
"Oh. We have company," Nabiki said barely politely as she entered.
"Nabiki! Here! Take my place," Ranma said, jumping up and pushing her down onto his cushion. "You're old friends."
"We are?" Nabiki was annoyed at her treatment. And she knew she didn't know this woman in the dark gray gi and black body stocking. Or cared to; another person in a gi was somebody she wasn't all that keen on getting friendly with. She was interested in meeting a better class of people.
"I'm sure I'm strange to Nabiki," the good-looking woman smiled at her stupidly, not even seeing her because of the fog covering her glasses.
"You certainly are."
"That's right!" Ranma shifted tactics. "You need to become more formally acquainted, first!" He yanked Nabiki up off the cushion. "You need to treat her like real company!"
"Ranma, where are you dragging me!?!" Nabiki demanded. He was forcing her to go down the back hall. "I'm not taking a bath with you! Or a cold shower, either!"
He whipsawed her into the laundry room. She freed her hand. "You'll pay for this."
But the boy wasn't listening. He was going through the racks with the folded laundry on it. "I can't find anything here of yours that ain't pants and baggy shirts!" he said in frustration.
"That's because that's what I mostly own. When was the last time you saw me where a dress without a good reason?"
"Ah: Here!"
"That's Kasumi's skirt."
"Perfect! Put it on!" She refused. He insisted. She negotiated. He didn't have the time. He put the skirt on the floor, then lifted her into it and pulled it up. "It won't button!" he cursed as his normally nimble fingers fumbled.
"How dare you manhandle me! I won't help you in whatever idiotic scheme you have." She started taking off the skirt.
The martial artist's answer was to reach under the skirt and yank her pants off.
Ranma raced back through the back hall with Nabiki's feet practically off the floorboards.
"Hey! Doc! Look at Nabiki Tendo-Another Tendo girl-now!" he all but threw her into the common room. She was in Kasumi's skirt and blouse; all that was missing was the apron.
"Oh, Nabiki, you're standing, now, aren't you? Are you leaving?" the woman still with the befogged glasses asked.
"She doesn't care what I look like, she can't even see what I look like," Nabiki said with pure menace in her voice.
(Posted Wed, 15 Nov 2006 02:59)
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