Ranma slowly turned on the shower, hoping to return to her birth form, and hoping that her mind would finally sort out exactly what the hell was going on.
She could remember what she thought of as her life. An engagement to an angry tomboy ... and about everyone else under the sun.
Well, that seemed to be constant through both sets of memories.
The fact she was sleeping with Nabiki?
Well, in one set, she’d blame that on blackmail if it would ever happen. The other set seemed to suggest that it had happened on accident, when the Tendo had all but dared her—-him at the time--to take her. Which never refusing a challenge, Ranma did when she ... did.
And that was sure a challenge that was worth it.
Ranma blinked. She had enjoyed sex ... with Nabiki ... of her own free will?
Apparently, the second set of memories said yes, it was true.
And Kasumi?
Yes, also true. Though it had started when Tofu had gone off on some personal mission. Kasumi had come to her—then him, once again—seeking comfort. She had also made the first move.
She swore that she had never heard Kasumi say ‘Oh my!’ either so much or so loud before. Ranma had to pause at that, even as the shower reverted her from woman to man. Kasumi ... Kasumi was ... a pervert?
Well, by Akane’s broad definition, yes, she was.
Ranma had to sigh. He had never even considered anything like that with Kasumi in the old memories. But the new memories, or what he considered the new memories, said she could and did do that stuff.
He would never see her smile the same ever again.
“Can we talk?”
A female voice entered his thoughts, well, more like entered the bathroom. “What do you want?” he growled, wanting to lash out at the female Kuno who seemed to have a similar act to his female form.
“I want to say ... sorry,” said the female voice, rubbing her arm through the shower curtain.
“Right,” snorted Ranma, turning back towards the shower head. Sure, he was back to being male. But the sound of the blond Kuno suddenly made him feel like he needed a bath.
“Hey, I’m trying to be sorry here,” growled the girl. “To be fair, I went from having a faithful girlfriend to having her in bed with some guy,” she growled. “How would you react?”
Ranma sighed. His old memories said he wouldn’t have a clue how to act. The other remembered asking about some pictures he remembered seeing in Michiru’s house, but having the woman say ‘it was not something they needed to worry about’. Did that mean he was ... the other man/woman?
He couldn’t remember Michiru, yet he could. He could remember their past, as ... his mother ... instructed them in the ways of husband and wife. He remembered her promising that he would be the only man for her.
The female Kuno was a woman... Man, talk about a long way from what you knew.
“Still don’t forgive you for feeling me up like that,” growled out Ranma.
“Hey, forgive me for thinking I was in a dream,” said Haruka. “I came home to find my girlfriend in bed with a guy, who turned into a girl, who was supposed to be her lost love, back to knock her up.”
Ranma blinked. Okay, he really needed to get his memories together.
Nabiki shut her door, locking it as best as she could. Then again, given the martial artists that regularly visited her house, the lock wouldn’t hold for long.
Marching to her desk, she opened a computer she didn’t remember ever owning, and entering a password that she didn’t remember setting ... except for her strange dreams.
But then again, she didn’t remember a Kasumi that would be so open about sex, who would ask her middle sister to share Ranma of all people, during the next time he was at home..
But yet she had those memories, memories that spoke of a sister addicted to many pleasures of the flesh, her own adventures of said flesh of Ranma, and her many plans to foil Nodoka’s attempts to ensure either Tendo was with child, while said Tendos avoided being supposed of by a fiancée.
She was never like that, thought Nabiki, remembering both how the Saotome Matriarch had been in both sets of memories.
But soon, she had proof, a file no one else knew about, except what she knew from the new memories.
Yet there it was: video and sound of Ranma taking her to heights of passion she had never known in her old life, yet seemed to be very knowing of in her new life.
“This can’t be right,” she murmured, as she placed the headphones over her head, to listen in private.
Yet each scene struck a cord within her; real yet fake.
And yet, even if she believed her old memories were real, and this was all a dream, she couldn’t deny the need ... for Ranma to be back between her legs, and doing what she wanted ... no, needed him to do.
Michiru slowly sat up. It wasn’t that she couldn’t sleep.
Well, it was. Not because the bed was wet, which it wasn’t. She had used just enough water to change Ranma, but directed the excess so it hit the floor.
No, it was because her only and ever only source of male nookie was not with her.
She knew her adopted daughter had no trouble with showing what she wanted.
She didn’t trust Setsuna any further than she could throw the time-guarding Senshi.
And she would never believe Haruka would ever allow a living piece of male anatomy near her.
I should go bring him back in here, she thought. After all, we do need to make up for ... lost time.
But I really should speak to Haruka tomorrow. She needs to know what is going on. But she really needs to check her voice mail. After all, how many messages did I leave her? And then she freaks out when she finds him in my bed...
Shaking her head, she got up, making her way to the door, and wondering where her only male love was.
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