Her day was turning into night, and to the best of her abilities to determine, it was going to end as bad as it started.
And she wasn’t even close to laying her head on the pillow and heading off to dream, hoping against hope she would wake up, be back in Nerima, and could chalk this up to grabbing something to snack on that Akane had made and packaged under Kasumi’s name.
But the bad news in the last few hours just kept growing.
First was the fact there was a Shinji Ikari on this screwed-up world. The fact alone he existed could be an anomaly, after all she and apparently Ranma had analogs here at the current time—well, she hoped they existed around this time, otherwise she might be chased for some bull such as eternal youth or such. But Makoto Hyuga had walked in right beside him, so it was shooting one of many holes in her hope.
Then the duo had let slip the fact that Shinji’s father—a man accused of being a bigger bastard than Nabiki had ever been—was also the head of Team Rocket. So in this world, the man was in the position of Giovanni from the Pokémon series. That fusion didn’t offer her much comfort. In fact, she found she would need to talk to Ranma and hopefully soon. She saw what Gendo Ikari would do with power in the Evangelion series; she didn’t want to imagine what he would do with it here.
Of course, she could be wrong. But until she could find a terminal not likely monitored by that Nurse Joy Makoto had slipped a paper to, she wasn’t going to assume she had a secure access here. For all she knew, looking up to see if there were any references on this world to Evangelions, Lilith, Angels, or even analogs of Rei and Kaworu might come up empty, but then again it could trip something and alert Gendo to the fact she may know something.
Being made to disappear was not something she wanted to experience. And if she didn’t approach Ranma at the right time and the right manner, both of them would get to experience that.
The second was that she couldn’t even drink now. Granted the cooking alcohol hadn’t been her first choice of beverage, but it did what she wanted it to do: made the world seem a bit less defined and took her mind off the fact she would likely need to train Ranma in the bedroom. And now that was taken from her because alcohol would apparently weaken her immune system and damage the spell holding her transformation at bay.
So nice of the damned Megami and the Pokécenter staff to forget to mention she had to be sober from now on. Sure, she wasn’t an alcoholic, but she liked the option, and it wasn’t like the Dojo had ever been lacking in sake. But she couldn’t even take some to relax. And what happened if she caught a cold or something? She could be buzzing about in a week!
And now her current dilemma. Someone—and she had a very good damned idea who—had arranged all the paperwork for her to receive her very first pokégirl, a cat type like she wanted. It wasn’t the one Ranma had injured.
“Come to Mama!” the catgirl cried as she tried to swipe away the chair Nabiki was using to keep her back.
Oh yes, the cat-type definitely lived up to a warning that was red-stamped on the file the Nurse Joy had given her before leading them both to one of the rooms at the Pokécenter that Tamers could stay in.
Warning: Very Amorous To Tamer, Very!!!
And here I thought my first time here would be with Ranma, she grumbled, as the catgirl jumped into the air, kicked the chair aside, and wrapped her arms around Nabiki.
“Don’t worry, dear; I’ll be gentle!”
Oh yes, the Tendo girl was all but certain that Megami were evil here.
“All set, Shinji?” asked Makoto as the two stood outside the back entrance to the Pokécenter.
The sullen boy nodded, a small smile playing on his lips as he held the pokéball in his hands, the girl inside the whole reason he had come all this way. “Yes sir; I promised Mr. Kaji I’d take care of her and I will.”
Makoto just smiled. True, even he didn’t know where Gendo had sent the scruffy man, but the guy obviously had some faith in Shinji to trust him with Misato.
Oh, why couldn’t he have trusted me with her, he mentally cried. He would have done anything to have a single night with that Wildcat. And yet he trusted the pokégirl to Giovanni’s son!
“Do you have to leave so soon though?” asked Shinji.
Makoto nodded. “I’m afraid so; your father wants me to personally escort this package I’m picking up back to the Gym,” he said, waiting for Shinji to leave before he motioned for the source to bring it out. “I’ll be back in a few days.”
Shinji just nodded, rubbing his fingers nervously over the pokéball. He knew how his father was with trusting package shipments. The man was paranoid, but knowing what Shinji did, he could understand it.
“Now you better get inside,” said Makoto. “They’ll be serving dinner for a bit longer, and I’m sure Misato would enjoy a good meal after her last bender.”
“Okay,” said Shinji, his smile faltering a bit. He did know he should probably get Misato fed while he could … and before she insisted on trying to make her own meal. But … he was enjoying having contact with someone who could tell him about his father, since the man was always too busy to spend time with him.
But he knew his father always placed heavy demands on others, and knew Makoto would want to get as much distance as possible before he was forced to stop for the night. “Okay then, see you soon, sir,” said Shinji as he turned around to head inside.
Makoto kept his smile up until the boy entered the rear entrance of the Pokécenter, before it vanished.
“Well come on,” he said coldly, turning slightly to the supply dock.
The same Nurse Joy from before walked up to him, holding a slightly oversized briefcase. “Here is what you requested.”
“There were no issues?”
The Joy shook her head. “I avoided the psychics for a while now. I even erased the logs of the procedures done to them.”
Makoto nodded, setting the briefcase on a nearby table and opening it. Inside surrounded by bakelite to preserve the samples were three vials. The two on the outer edges were nearly clear-colored, while the center was a milky white Hyuga was familiar with. “The Tendo girl?”
“Her ovaries have not yet been affected by the transformation,” said the Joy. “I personally tested them, they show no signs of either pokégirl DNA or the transformation virus.”
Makoto nodded, as he looked at the labels on the other two vials. The milky one was sperm samples from the male, Ranma. The other seemed to confirm what he had been told about the human boy’s curse: they were eggs from his female form.
In his hands were three pure examples of human reproductive cells. No wonder Giovanni is giving me an escort, he thought.
“Anything else?” asked the Joy.
“No, that’ll be all,” said Makoto as he turned away slightly. The Joy’s face blanked for a moment as a Rocket psychic erased her memories of the entire transaction. The last thing he wanted was to have his own memories tampered with. By the time the pokégirl woke back up, she’d never known what she had done. After all, making her disappear would raise too many questions.
“Let’s go,” he said, as members of Section 9 and members of the SOLDIERs program converged on him.
Five minutes later, the eyes of the Nurse Joy blinked. “Huh? Why am I standing here for?”
“You sure this is okay?” asked Ranma, trying to hold back a yawn as Katie escorted him to his room.
“Rest will help you,” Katie said. “Your body is still recovering from the battle, and while your recovery rate is phenomenal,” she said, as Ranma’s tired face formed a smirk, “you still are in a recovery period. You should rest now.”
Ranma opened his mouth before a large purring sound seemed to erupt from a door a few rooms down from his own, making him shiver a bit.
“Another Tamer is getting acquainted with their new pokégirl,” Katie said with a smile.
“Y-yeah,” he muttered, as he quickly made his way down to his own door. “Wait, what about your sister?” he asked.
Katie just nodded with a smile, glad that he was already worried about her sister. “I will be taking my sister to your new RV to have her go over it. It may have been clean, but there is no telling what little surprises Stroak may have left behind. Trust me, she will find them all … and probably upgrade it.” Of course whether those upgrades would work was something else entirely. “She will meet you in the morning … or afternoon, depending on when you awake.
“Good night,” she said, as a cat-yowl pierced the corridor, sending Ranma into his room after quickly wishing her the same. The sounds of locks being locked soon followed.
A very nice ass, she mused as she turned away to pick up her sister. Oh yes, this was turning out to be very fun … and perhaps likely to end with a very nice taming session … should Ranma’s current guest help him over the initial hurdle.
Ranma panted as he finished securing the door. Part of him wondered why those demon girls were making him act like he had just finished the Nekoken training. Then again, they were the fusion of his fears: cats and affectionate females. That probably rated them a bit higher on the fear-meter.
“Are you okay, Ranma-kun?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, Kasumi.” His eyes went wide as he spun around. “Kasumi!”
“Yes?” asked the neo-pokégirl, as she sat up in the lone bed, causing the sheet to cascade off of her form and reveal that she was nude.
Ranma gulped as he stared at her form. This … wasn’t going to end well.
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