What the soldiers weren't exactly prepared to handle was the appearance of a rather large rock man who merely had to stand there and look annoyed to cause them trouble. That he was also able to pry open the doors after the locking controls had been fried was also a matter for concern.
"You know, this is getting to be real annoying," Ben Grimm grumbled as he yanked open the door leading away from Terminal Dogma. "Seems like no one in this place has ever heard about 'friendly service'."
"Maybe they just haven't included fiber in the local stooge diet," Spiderman idly suggested as he shot out webbing to stick the soldiers fast to the floor.
"They don't seem real keen on visitors, no matter what their problem is."
"You could always hug them."
"Might make them madder."
"Or the obvious cannon they're bringing could be their way of saying 'no'," Iron Man put in.
"Ah hell. And I don't like the idea of bein' shot with that sort of thing. Again."
A beam of light shot out, and the rather large weapon quickly became a sizable chunk of slag as Cyclops stepped forward. "It's not a problem any more."
"Thanks."
"It's what we're here for. Partly," Wolverine drawled, and headed towards the guys who'd brought the big gun. "Going to have to have a... chat with them in any case."
"Try not to kill them," the X-Men field leader told his teammate.
"They ain't exactly tryin' to not hurt us."
"But we are better than that. Besides...."
"Yeah?"
"We have other things to take care of."
The Canadian mutant sighed, and gestured at the soldiers with the claws of his right hand. "You guys are getting off lucky."
Somehow, the guards didn't feel all that fortunate right then.
He'd been surprised when he'd come back to an empty house, even if Ranma hadn't quite been expecting a lot of noise. At the very least, he'd thought that the two fathers would have been waiting for his return, but the two men had vanished somewhere, and he wasn't all that certain that he could figure out where they'd gone. For all that he knew, they could have simply set out for some drinks, and would be hanging out at bars until the wee hours of the morning. If that was the case, then they'd simply stumble into the house, drop blearily into their beds, sleep off the stupors, and then curl up until the hours of hangover passed.
That was actually all well and good for him right then, as the oddly silent house had become something of a beehive. Just the kitchen alone was a mass of activity, with several girls joining Kasumi in cooking a meal. Whatever they were making, he hoped that there would be a lot of it, considering the fact that there were a number of girls involved in other tasks. Some were working in the dojo, others were taking care of the housework, and he certainly knew where the rest were.
"Warm enough, Master?" asked one girl as she tucked a blanket around his shoulders.
Another girl poured him some water from a pitcher that she'd gotten from the kitchen. "Would you like a snack with your drink, Master?"
"Here you go, Master. Enjoy," said a third girl as she set an open manga in front of him. "When you're done with that one, I can get you another."
This was said as a fourth one was flipping through the channels on the television looking for something that he might like to watch.
All that he wanted to do was groan. His simple mission of rescuing the girls had turned into something of a... mob scene. He'd gotten a number of girls in addition to Akane and her sisters, and he still wasn't quite sure how it'd happened. Nor was he quite clear as to what exactly they were expecting from him.
What he did know was that they were rather creepily accommodating. When he'd gone to sit down, and accidentally reached out to grab a seated girl's thigh as he'd tried to balance himself, she'd merely adjusted her position to let him get a better grip on her tightly clad limb. No one seemed willing to cover up, as he was getting plenty of chances to see breasts bouncing, legs stretching, and backsides bent. Had Hiroshi or Daisuke been there, they would have been whistling in appreciation, but he was simply trying to not be overwhelmed by the affectionate, helpful, and submissive girls that he'd taken out of that weird place.
Hell, he didn't even know where Happosai was, and he was pretty sure that the old lech would have been in heaven if he was home. A bunch of shapely girls in skintight outfits would have been a grope fest waiting to happen, but there hadn't been a single lewd comment heard. Much as that was welcome, it was also rather worrying, as it could mean that he was in for a lot of trouble.
Obviously something was out of whack, since he knew that this wasn't exactly 'normal', even for him. Plenty of screw ups had come during his adventures, but he could tell that this was not the sort of thing that one could ever expect. He was pretty sure that something had happened to them though, as they were all focused on serving him, with every one of them having a complete devotion towards him. There also hadn't been any sign of friction between them, and he knew that any group would have members that would disagree. It was like they were one unit, and had been given one focus, him.
Just what that meant for him, he didn't know, but he wasn't too sure as to just how he was supposed to interpret the ease that they touched him, the sizable amount of times that they brushed against him, and how they always seemed to be showing themselves off for him.
Wondering what he should do next, Ranma just hoped that this wasn't about to blow up in his face, while:
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