Ranma glared at the tall, slender man dressed in a form fitting suit that was at once both stylish and elegant blocking his way up the stairs.
The way the wind played lightly with his nearly waist length silver locks of hair, and the light seemed to sparkle off his perfect skin.
All framed against the Tori marking the entrance onto the temple grounds. If Ranma was truly female the sight would have been enough to make knees tremble and send the heart racing.
It was a bishōnen, no practically the very definition of bishōnen standing before the red-haired pigtailed girl before him.
“I’ve already met Susano-o, and am on my way to tell Amaterasu to piss the fuck off,” Ranma snarled out, her blue eyes flashing with rage.
“Guessing that makes you Tsukiyomi.”
A pair of pearly whites flashed in the sunlight momentarily as the all to brief smile passed over the bishōnen’s fine face. Replacing it was a slight smirk, and Tsukiyomi opened his eyes for the first time since appearing before Ranma.
‘Shit,’ Ranma swore mentally as she took in the glowing white orbs gazing down.
Unlike Susano-o, Tsukiyomi didn’t have human eyes. No orbs of pure white moonlight gazed down on the martial artist.
“Indeed,” Tsukiyomi stated in a soft ethereal voice.
Shifting slightly into a modified horse stance to account for the terrain, Ranma held herself ready to react at the first sign of trouble.
Silence stretched out for well over a minute as the white haired god of the moon stared down at the pig tailed, currently female martial artist before him.
Bird song stilled, insects hushed, and even the wind stopped rustling the leaves as the tension mounted.
Nature didn’t need that much warning to know trouble was a brewing, it was after all far better to be ready to flee when the two titans decided to clash than be caught unprepared.
Tsukiyomi made the first move.
“You surprised my brother I see,” Tsukiyomi stated in cold logic tone. "A remarkable feat for a mortal to accomplish, but to actually drain his ki.“
Ranma just shrugged lightly at this. The praise and flattery could be a trick to distract her into dropping her guard after all.
“No mean feat at all,” Tsukiyomi continued on in his cold logical manner. “Therefore you are now a potential threat to myself, although an extremely minor one in any case, and my interests.”
Ranma in reply arched a single elegant eyebrow at this comment, her blues eyes practically glowing with power, and remained silent.
“My only prior interest in you child,” Tsukiyomi stated, “was that you were a mortal of interest to my two siblings. Now however.”
“Ranma prepare to die, it’s all your fault, etc., etc.,” Ranma grumbled as she waited for the fight to begin.
Tsukiyomi cocked his head to one side pondering the mortal below him. "No. A warning should suffice. Plot with or aid Izanagi and I shall destroy you personally."
Ranma met the gaze of ethereal moonlight that turned impossibly hard and sharp with raging eyes of sapphire. This wasn’t Ryoga’s promise of death, or Mouse’s joy in attempting to remove Ranma from this life. This was a rock solid, absolute guarantee that Tsukiyomi would seek to cut short Ranma’s tale of years the moment he plotted with Izanagi.
“Cheh,” Ranma snorted cutely before easing out of her stance. “I want piss all to do with your family feuding. It’s given me nothing but trouble.”
“Indeed mortal indeed,” Tsukiyomi agreed in the cold, logic tone of his.
Standing to one side to let Ranma move up the stairs and onto the temple grounds, Tsukiyomi waited until the aqua-transsexual martial artist was on the same step before making one final comment.
“With luck this shall be the last time either of us has the pleasure,” Tsukiyomi stressed the last word in such a way to imply that there truly no pleasure to be had. “Of meeting.”
Ranma nodded at that before bounding up the stairs and through the Tori.
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“The mortal drained you of energy brother,” Tsukiyomi stated upon entering the clearing.
Still laying prone on the clearing floor, Susano-o, was evidently much restored no doubt thanks to the veritable army of cheap take out containers and empty bottles of sake that lay strewn around him.
“Yup,” Susano-o replied with a smirk before taking a drag on a light cigarette and scratching his balls.
“Disgusting as always I see,” Tsukiyomi coldly stated. “Does the child know the consequences for his act.”
Susano-o grinned merrily at this before replying mirthfully. “Nope. Not a clue. Or even a fragment of an idea yet. Even though I did verbally acknowledge him as my disciple through Happosai and the kid hasn’t forsaken that school of the Art.”
“So by the very nature of the universe has bound himself to you,” Tsukiyomi stated. “Shall I be impressed by your foresight and planning in having your disciple drain your energy into himself, thus forging the final bond between you two. Or was this simply luck favoring fools.”
“Oh definately the fools,” Susano-o answered cheerfully. “I was going to wait until Ranma asked for my aid before giving it. But taking it, ah the boy surprises even myself.”
Tsukiyomi snorted in mild amusement at the last comment before commenting. “A dim-witted, addled-brained oxen could surprise you brother.”
Susano-o paused, obviously mulling over possible retorts before shrugging and taking another drag on his cigarette. “Got myself a new sage and even I don’t have an idea what the youngsters going to do.”
Chuckling lightly at this for a few seconds Susano-o then took a long pull on his flask and said. “Which is all part of the fun. Man that kid’s the best source of entertainment I’ve had in ages. Not to mention I get to screw over our dear sister.”
“There are always consequences,” Tsukiyomi warned. Then with a shimmer of light the clearing was back to one god.
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Ranma stopped before entering the shrine proper itself, some sixth sense screaming in warning.
Standing at the threshold the red-haired martial artist noticed the foursome having tea together.
Blue eyes glanced over Akane’s form slowly moving over his fiancée’s body clad in a light summer dress. As if on instinct a slight flush appeared all over her, and her hands trembled slightly.
A sudden, desperate need flooded Ranma.
The martial artist needed to be male.
Ranma needed to be away from this temple and all but one of the women inside it.
A burning fire centered in her loins, the lust building with every heart beat, and the primal beast screaming to take Akane here and now was nearly overwhelming.
Every time this had happened, every moment Ranma contemplated the reactions his passionate fiancée would make during and after sex had been ruthlessly suppressed under the twin weights of honor and the desire to salvage some bit of normalcy in his life.
All restraints were gone now. No Akane was shortly going to be a quivering ball of pleasure if Ranma had anything to say about it.
“Hot water,” Ranma growled out.
All four sets of eyes turned to gaze at Ranma, a mixture of emotions passing through all of them.
His moth- no Nodoka’s were dancing with uncertainty, dread, and absolute conviction Ranma noted quickly, taking in all his possible opponents reactions.
Genma on the other hand was clearly relieved at first but after meeting Ranma’s gaze that relief soon fled.
Akane was as always a flustered swirling mess of emotions.
As for the impossibly beautiful women who had to be Amaterasu her eyes were hard and flared with power the instant she laid sight on him.
Oddly enough it was Genma who acted first tossing Ranma a corked gourd, which was quickly uncorked, tested and the contents within used to return the martial artist to his birth gender.
“I came here to say thanks but no thanks,” Ranma spat out. “The curse has made my life hell. I could deal with it being Pop’s stupidity in action, but to find out it was deliberately planned.”
A fearsome battle aura began gathering around Ranma, as the wood panels below him creaked as if under pressure, and a wind began blowing through the spotless temple yard.
“No way in hell I’m becoming a magic girl or Taiyohime,” Ranma growled out. “Akane we’re leaving now.”
“Wait, what are you doing Ranma,” Akane said getting to her feet and surging across the threshold of the temple. “You can’t just do that.”
Hands snapping outwards Ranma tapped several pressure points on Akane and pulled her into his arms as his fiancée slumped forward her legs momentarily weakened.
“I just did,” Ranma said smugly. “Let’s get out of here, we got something better to be doing.”
Akane whimpered lightly at that, her skin flushing even more, before managing to squeak out, “Ranma you pervert.”
At that Ranma leapt backwards, Akane in his arms, and quickly vanished from plain sight.
“Your son has made his choice Nodoka-chan,” Amaterasu commented. “He shall not become the next Taiyohime.”
Nodoka winced at that, and a pained look flashed over her face. Thirty generations of tradition ended today, not to mention the damage done to her relationship with her son.
Genma shrugged before smirking. It seemed that this was the straw that broke the last barrier in the Boy; especially with the pressure points Ranma had just struck.
“Ah well it seems the job will be skipping a generation then,” Genma said cheerfully. “One of the grandchildren will be Taiyohime then.”
“What grandchildren,” Nodoka asked sharply. “If Ranma isn’t confident enough in his masculinity to become the Taiyohime I doubt he’s bedded any of the girls.”
“Not yet at least,” Genma answered gleefully. “It took not only a good bit of effort on my time, but practically every Dojo master with a daughter or granddaughter, or Priest with a young pretty miko to pound in the fact that the only honourable action after taking a girls virtue would be to marry her.”
“Thank the kami’s the boy listened to that,” Genma replied. “Or else Ranma would have been married dozens of times over by now or on constantly on the run from angry brothers and fathers. You don’t know how many times I’d have to remove young girls from his futon at night. Now however all bets are off.”
“Indeed disciple of Susano-o,” Amaterasu stated dryly. “All bets are off.”
Genma nodded, all his efforts in building Ranma a harem were going to finally begin to bare fruit.
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