No, he wasn't about to let anyone else know about what she'd done just yet.
Still, letting her be wouldn't work since he already knew about it. Perhaps he could have gone with ignorance if someone else had gotten there first, but he was there at the moment. Something told him that leaving things as they were and heading back to his room wouldn't work either.
Basically, the best that he could do would be to get rid of any evidence that anyone could use to assume the worst about him. Now, he couldn't bring the box in, since it was a bit too big and bulky to move around the house quietly. Fortunately, he was pretty sure that he could hide it behind the dojo, which wasn't something that would keep it out of sight for the time being.
He couldn't store a girl like that though, no matter if she'd apparently given herself to him or not. Even if no one found her, it wouldn't exactly be good for her health to be left in a box outside. Besides, she could move on her own, and having her get caught like that wouldn't help his cause any.
So, he lifted the box and placed it where he was pretty sure that no one would go for some time. With it hidden as best he could, he knew that he had to take her someplace else. His room was out of the question, since it was not only where others would look for him first, but it was also the place where his father slept. Most of the rest of the house was also not available, since he would either have no chance at privacy, or would be intruding into the room of someone who wasn't already involved in the situation. Yet there was one room in the house where he was pretty sure that he wouldn't be bothered for as long as he needed to handle the situation.
Taking a deep breath, he licked his lips and reached into the box to lift Nabiki out of it, being careful to not wake her. The last thing that he needed now was for her to react to what he was doing, as he was pretty sure that it would get him into trouble. Balancing her as best he could, he cradled her like he would a baby or a small child.
But she was no child, and as he grew accustomed to her weight in his arms, he began to really see that. Her breath upon his shirt drew his attention to her, but he was already sweating from more than effort before that. Touching her allowed him to feel her skin, which he discovered was soft like satin, but didn't have the sort of sensation that he would have expected from someone who wasn't a martial artist. When he looked down, he saw her curl up to him, which wouldn't have been a problem... if it had merely kept her weight close to him. Instead, it also had the effect of letting her hands bend and catch on his shirt, and pressed her full right breast against his chest. Although he'd had plenty of cleavage pillow into his body, he'd never gotten used to it, and he had to admit that she certainly bore a rather nice set. His hold on his self control was saved by the fact that he'd only had to cup her bottom for a short time, so he merely had to 'feel up' that part of her for as long as it took to get her positioned.
As it was, he was ready to bolt, but didn't think that he could do that. At the very least, he needed to know exactly what she was thinking, and what she'd wanted from him. For all that he knew, she could have merely desired to give her support freely and openly to him, sort of like a guide, tutor, and ally all wrapped up into one living 'present'. Then again, he seriously doubted that he would get it that easily, especially with how she'd set herself up for him.
Once he had enough focus to manage to walk without dwelling on how much trouble he could be in for, he turned and headed back into the house, with her in his arms. With his training, it was easy to get through the house without causing too much noise, and luckily was early enough so that only Kasumi might be awake. Fate was on his side for once though, as he didn't see anyone, and managed to make it up the stairs, and down the hall to his destination without having too sweat it out too much.
Looking at the name plate emblazoned with 'Nabiki' in western lettering, he was jolted into an inability to move. Even with the girl herself in his arms, he was reluctant to intrude into a place where he hadn't been explictly invited. There were excuses that he could make for his entry, but the fact was that this wasn't a room that he went in all that much, and only when permission had already been given. Considering how much of a problem he'd had just going into Akane's room to help her out, he didn't want to know what going past this door would bring him in troubles.
Not that he had much in the way of choice though, which he knew as he moved his hand just enough to turn the knob. Once he got the door open, he quickly got the two of them inside and closed it. The latter part was actually the easiest, and his only worry on that was in not slamming it, so as to not disturb anyone else. At the same time, he wasn't about to let himself risk any more difficulties coming his way, so he quickly locked the door as well.
Then the pigtailed boy gave a sigh of relief, as he knew that he was as safe as he could be for the moment. Letting the tension roll from his shoulders, he padded over to the desk chair and sank onto it. In a way, sitting down helped a lot, since he could shift his burden so that she only had to be balanced, rather than be carried. With her safely in her room, he didn't have to worry about her being seen as she was, at least until he was sure that he wouldn't have to worry about it blowing up in his face.
However, he soon realized that he'd just caused another issue to come up with how he'd placed the two of them. Sitting in the chair wasn't the bad part, but he had her seated on his lap, which positioned her firm ass right on his crotch. Normally, this would be enough to freak him out, yet he was now working with a heightened awareness of just how... intimate this could be. Combined with how she seemed to unconsciously be pressing herself against him, and what he knew of her desires, this could be quite compromising for him, at least in getting him into embarrassing events.
Being aware of the problem didn't help Ranma all that much though, as he was frozen in place, uncertain as to whether he should move or not.
Oddly enough, the small, yet clearly happy, smile that Nabiki was currently bearing was enough for him to be reluctant to disturb her.
Groaning slightly, he looked down at her sleeping face, while:
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