There were the moments when he came into contact with her when she was dressed, or rather undressed, in such a way that he got to see more of her than expected. He was always having to rescue her panties from Happosai, and had to deal with Kuno trying to get through him so that he could try to grope her. Knowing what 'P-chan' really was let him also realize that the stupid porker was likely in compromising situations with her without her knowing it. Then there were the guys who tried to kidnap her, and who could always try something nasty, or the moments when someone would try to force the pair of them together.
It might not have been that he tended to think about being with her sexually, but he had plenty of reason to associate her with sexually charged events.
Seeing her like this was not expected at all though. As far as he understood it, she was always against even the slightest sign of 'kink', even if he didn't particularly know much about it himself. Still, it hadn't mattered, as he'd get bashed even if he wasn't exactly sure as to what was going on, never mind appreciating it like Hiroshi or Daisuke would.
Well, there was that one time that it wasn't the case.
There hadn't been much of a reason to move quickly but the pigtailed boy was feeling really good at the moment. Had his friends merely been suggesting that they go out to leer at girls, he wouldn't have been so happy, but they wanted to go to see a movie that he'd been waiting to see himself. Being able to go with his buddies was a pleasant enough opportunity, and was glad that he'd gotten to go. So, he'd hurried about as he went around preparing for his time out, even if it wasn't exactly like he had a lot to do.
And he'd wound up running right into Akane.
It wasn't that he'd aimed to do that, but then he hadn't expected that it would be something that could come up. Even if he had, he would have thought that she could manage to get out of his way. However, he hadn't counted on her being hobbled in anyway, or that she would be home at that moment.
That was the case though, as he bounded down the stairs and headed for the front door. He merely got a glimpse of white as he rounded the corner and slammed right into an obstacle that shouldn't have been there. Despite his abilities in the Art, he bounced right off what he'd collided with, barely able to hear a thud from the other figure as he slammed into the floor himself.
Wincing, he looked over at what he'd hit into, and saw pieces of paper fluttering to the floor, with his 'uncute fiancee' sitting right in the middle of them.
"Hey!" she barked, and glared at him as soon as she recognized who she'd bumped into. "What do you think you're doing?!"
"What's it look like? I was gonna just go down the hall, until ya showed up!" he snapped right back.
"In case you've forgotten, I live here. Why wouldn't I be here then?"
"Umm... 'cause ya told me that ya were stayin' after class ta use the computers for schoolwork."
"Oh, right. Well, why are ya so excited for? Going to see one of those girls of yours?"
"Nah. Maybe later. Right now, 'Roshi's got tickets ta see the new action flick playin' at the movie theater. He invited me and Dai ta go with him, and I'm wanna get to it."
Akane blinked at him. "You're going to see a movie."
"Yup, and it'll be nice ta have them enjoyin' somethin' that isn't all about girls for once."
"I guess that's nice."
"What 'bout ya?" he asked, and glanced at the papers littering the floor. "This all for a report or somethin'?"
"'Or something'."
"Sorry 'bout droppin' them on the floor."
"It was an accident, stupid."
"Yeah, but I was involved. How's 'bout I help ya pick 'em up?" Ranma suggested, taking several piles of paper from the floor as he spoke.
"No!"
"Huh?"
"I... uh... can do it myself."
"I don't really haveta go for a while...."
"That's fine!" she blurted, fairly ripping the sheets from his grasp. "I've got this handled. You go out and hang out with your friends."
"Ya sure 'bout that?"
"Absolutely! I don't need your help!"
"Well, 'xcuse me for offerin'...." he muttered.
"Fine, you're excused."
"Eh?"
"Just let my stuff be," the short haired girl growled, although there was an odd note of desperation in it. Whipping around to grab the papers, she slapped them onto the growing pile in her arms. When the area around her was cleared, she nodded to herself, and ran upstairs without even acknowledging that he was still there.
"Okay, that was weird."
Left to pull himself to a standing position alone, he glanced about, wondering just what had happened. He'd never set out to do any damage to her stuff before, and he couldn't understand why she would think that just helping her would be a problem. Unfortunately, he rather doubted that he'd ever 'get' girls, and so knew that he would just have to accept the problems that being 'in the dark' about such problems would give him.
Then a bit of white under a table caught his eye, and he realized that she'd missed some of her printouts. Bothering with them didn't seem like it was an immediate issue, but he figured that he couldn't just leave them there. He had knocked them down, after all, and he didn't feel right in littering in Kasumi's clean house, so he picked them up.
Curosity was easy to have then, and wondering what it was that she was researching, he'd turned them to the printed side, he read the titles. "'Hypno Play'? 'His Little Pony'? 'The Sweetest Submission'? What kinda stuff is this?"
At that time, he didn't know what he'd been getting into, but as he looked down at where the sleeping Akane lay, he could recall each of the stories. He'd thought that they were some sort of thing that she had to do reports on, but as he'd looked them over, he'd realized that she would never be able to admit anything about them in school. Had they come from his friends, he wouldn't have remembered even that much, but when he considered the source, he couldn't keep from having the basic memory of those tales stuck in his head.
With the memory came the thought that it might have been associated with whatever it was that brought her to do this. With the glimpses of her body that he was getting, it was clear that she wasn't exactly going to be playing. And if those stories were any indicator, there was something really odd that was about to screw with his life again.
The funny thing was that he'd expected what he'd done with the stories to get him into trouble of a different sort.
Reading was not one of his favorite activities, but Ranma had done it anyway. Not that he particularly understood much of it, as he really wasn't someone all that wise in sexual matters. Yet, he was able to understand that they were dealing erotic themes, as there was sexual content in them. Even with his limited knowledge, and even more limited experience, he was aware that this was not simply just a pair of people in a bedroom. Rather, there was something more... complex going on, and he had a feeling that he understood it better than he thought.
Having that be true was besides the point, as he wasn't looking to expand his knowledge of the perverted. Honestly, he felt a bit dirty... and not due to anything from the stories. Somehow, he felt like this was an invasion of privacy, and the truth was that the papers didn't belong to them. So, there was only one thing that he could do with them, even if it he was pretty sure that it was going to hurt... a lot, especially physically.
Catching up to her at the bathroom wasn't exactly helping matters either.
"Uhh.... Akane?" he murmured as he came up behind her.
She turned to him, and adjusted the towel that she had over one shoulder. "What are you doing here? I thought that you were going to hang out with your friends."
"I was, but I had ta do somethin'."
"Like what?"
"Givin' ya back somethin' that's yours," he admitted, and held out the papers.
"That's...."
"Yours. I figure that ya missed them when ya picked them up."
"Are you sure?" she asked, her eyes wide as she gazed at them.
"They were where you dropped the rest."
"Oh. You didn't read them... did you?"
"Actually.... What d'ya think?" he stalled, unable to look her in the eye. "Figured that ya'd want them back."
"I'd like it if no one messed with them...."
"Good that I got 'em back ta ya then, right?"
"You may be right," Akane began, and took a deep breath. "Ranma, you're not going to...."
"Uhh... Be late? Oh, right. Can't keep Hiroshi and Daisuke waitin'. Got lots to do."
"Ranma...."
"Since I've got your papers back ta ya, I've done what I was supposed ta. See ya later," the pigtailed boy interrupted, and left before she could get in a word edgewise.
Going to that movie had been all that he could think of, as it was an easy excuse for an escape. Sure, he'd have to deal with her when he'd get home, but he'd been pretty certain that he would be safe for that time. If nothing else, it would have been nice to have something to keep his mind off of what he'd read, and the fact that the stories had come from Akane. The problem with that had been that his 'good friends' had spent the time in the theater commenting on the lead actress' tightly fitting wardrobe, and he didn't know which was worse, the constant reminder of sexual imagery, or the embarrassment of being with two guys who couldn't see that everyone was mad over how loud they were being.
Coming home, he'd been even more tense than he'd been before he'd left, and he'd figured that everything would blow up in his face once Akane saw him. Kasumi gave him a snack, the fathers threw comments at him, and saw Nabiki pass with a glass of juice. But it felt like the calm before the storm, as he'd anticipated some big explosion all too soon.
When the youngest Tendo had finally come into his path, she'd looked thoughtfully into his eyes, seemed to come to some conclusion, and merely sniffed at him. Apparently, about the only thing that she was going to show any emotion over was the lack of him saying 'hello' to her when they saw each other. Other than that, she seemed to want to ask only the trite questions that one brings up when trying to be polite, and actually commiserated with him over his friends' lack of tact at the cinema.
And now she was laying there with her tight skirt riding up on her firm behind, and he was getting to see that she was seemingly willing to wear panties that left a lot of smooth buttocks uncovered.
Torn between yelling for someone to explain what was going on to him, and wanting to bolt for the nearest horizon, he wondered just what he was supposed to do while:
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