While Asrial was learning more about Pokégirl Ideals of Team Building Exercises, another team was preparing for another harsh encounter.
“You sure this is safe?” asked Ranma for the fifth time, as Kasumi worked to properly secure the blindfold over his eyes.
“Do you really want to walk into a slightly upset, nude Akane while she’s floating in a tube?” asked Nabiki.
“I’d rather not walk in at all,” grumbled Ranma.
“But don’t you want to be there to support her?” asked Kasumi.
“I want to not get hit too,” grumbled Ranma. Besides, he already knew Akane would kill him as soon as she learned of his activities the last twenty four hours. He highly doubted Akane’s personality would shift just like Kasumi’s did.
Come to think of it, he wasn’t sure he’d survive two Kasumis.
“Keep the blindfold on and we’ll be fine,” sighed Nabiki. She certainly didn’t want to excite her sister into her usual knee-jerk actions in the one place they were safe at the moment. And while she hoped a near-death experience would change her sister, Nabiki severely doubted it would be enough to make the youngest Tendo accept the world they were in.
“So then, shall we go inside?” asked Kasumi as she finished stitching the blindfold tight. Even if he changed forms, that blindfold was not coming off.
“Let me make sure Nurse Jill can clear the room of any Joys who don’t know about our secret,” Nabiki responded. As stopped in her turn to give one parting glare to her sister. “Do try to keep from jumping him while we’re in there.”
Kasumi gave a mock-pout, a fact that was lost on the blindfolded Saotome, in response. “I’ll be good.”
Sighing and beginning to rub her forehead as she felt a migraine coming on, Nabiki turned and made her way towards the door to Akane’s room.
“Is she going to be okay?” asked Ranma.
“Oh, she’ll be fine,” said Kasumi with a smile, before she gave Ranma a friendly kiss on his lips.
“What was that for?” he asked, as she backed away from his lips. “Not that I minded and all…”
“For good luck,” she whispered, as she placed his arm around her waist. “Come on,” she purred, as she led him to the door. “Let’s go see how healthy Little Sister is.”
Nabiki knew her sister was mostly okay, not by sight, but by sound.
“Nothing is wrong with my sex drive!” bellowed Akane.
“Man, she’s loud,” commented a Nurse Joy with a name-tag that claimed she was ‘Mary’. “Someone’s pretty tense about her sex life.”
“My sex life is none of your business!”
Mary snorted. “Must be a Tomboy Pokégirl.”
“WHAT!” she screamed, before spotting her smirking sister at the entrance to the healing lab. “Nabiki!” she yelled, looking pleadingly at her sister. “Tell these people I’m not a pokégirl!”
Nabiki nodded. “She’s not a pokégirl.”
Akane’s eyes narrowed at her sister’s bland tone. “… You could be a little more adamant about it, you know.”
Nabiki just smiled, as if she was dealing with a young child. As long as the Nurse Joys who weren’t in the loop about the fact they were all one-hundred percent humans thought it wasn’t a joke or that they were simple females who never underwent threshold, they were safe from that secret being spread about the world to people who they really didn’t want to meet. “Jill, could we have some privacy with our sister?”
Jill nodded, gaining a bit of understanding of what the Tendo girl wanted. “Okay, if you all would put everything on automatic, we need to clear out then. Ms. Tendo, would you like me to stay and monitor everything.”
Nabiki nodded. It was best to trust those already in on the secret for the moment. Besides, an experienced voice in the room would hopefully help dissuade Akane from her earlier notions of what and how the group should be acting.
“Ah,” pouted Mary and a few other joys. “I was hoping to see home fireworks,” she said, standing up. “Come on ladies, let’s go to the lounge,” she said, before she paused, eyes wide.
This fact was mirrored by several of the other Joys as Kasumi escorted Ranma into the room.
“It’s them,” muttered a Joy in awe.
“Ranma!” growled Akane, spotting the scene, focusing on Ranma’s arm around her elder sister’s waist. Her own nudity hadn’t even registered at the moment, as her mind took on a usual tunnel-vision aspect at the sight.
“Now Akane, let’s not be rude,” admonished Kasumi. “After all, we can’t expect Ranma to walk around this room blindfolded, he could hurt himself. He would never do something bad to me,” she said.
The fact that her hand was currently rubbing his backside and was shielded from the view of the others was beside the point. But she didn’t feel like Akane needed to know that, she hadn’t asked if Kasumi herself was doing anything to Ranma aside from guiding him.
“And Little Sister, he is blindfolded so he can be here to support you without looking at your exposed form,” she teased.
“Not like they haven’t seen each other nude before,” muttered Nabiki, before she turned her gaze on the awe-struck Pokécenter staff. “The door’s over there,” she said, pointing behind the duo.
“We can all talk after we get finished talking with our sister,” said Kasumi with a bright smile. She was feeling so good at the moment. Sure, she had her ‘breakfast’ interrupted, but now she felt like a sexually desirable star. She was famous—granted to a small amount of people—but she was still famous and desired.
A few of the Joys giggled, blushing heavily, as they passed by the two. One named Mindy even paused to whisper something into Kasumi’s ear, making the girl’s eyes go wide, before nodding slightly. The result was the Joy scampering away, giggling like a school girl.
Nabiki just shook her head as she went to the door and locked it. She really didn’t want to know what her sister had heard; she hoped it certainly didn’t involve her.
Please, to whatever Kami were listening, please don’t let it involve her!
Akane just stared, seething a bit, before her tunnel-vision collapsed. “Eek!” she squealed, as she struggled to move her limbs to hide her nudity.
“What?” asked Ranma, heading whipping back and forth. “What happened? Why’d Akane squeak like that?”
“Little Sister finally realized we can all see her nude form,” cooed Kasumi, before she giggled lightly.
“And she’s not moving to cover herself … why?” asked Nabiki.
“Field restraints to keep her from injuring herself,” said Jill as she quickly checked the scans. Sure, a part of her hoped good service would be … rewarded in ways of the Taming, but she was a professional first. “It looks like she’s healed enough to come out though,” she murmured, as she started the draining sequence for the medical tank. “The system will be off soon, Ms. Tendo. Please remain calm; I’ll have your sisters help me place you on a gurney.”
Akane sighed, as she felt feeling return to her limbs. Her side ached … a lot, like she had been kicked by a mule.
“Now you’re side will be real sensitive for the next few weeks,” said Jill as the tank slowly moved to a horizontal position, allowing it to drain and leave Akane lying on her back. “And even after you leave here, you should stop by any Pokécenter you come across with a Type-3 medical facility to ensure nothing is wrong. Cloning human tissue like we did was very difficult, and to be quite honest, we’re not sure how well we did. But hopefully, the tissue will remain stable until the cells are replaced naturally.”
Akane just nodded; her eyes still wide in shock at what the nurse said. Was she really still that sick?
“We came very close to losing you, Akane,” said Nabiki from beside Jill. “You’re going to have to learn how to act here, because I don’t want something like this happening again.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” grumbled the youngest Tendo, as a spray came on, washing the rest of the healing fluids off her.
“Its means no more being mean to Ranma,” said Kasumi as she led the blindfolded martial artist to the group.
“He was being a pervert!” accused Akane.
You have no idea who the true pervert is, mused Nabiki.
“Hey, how is it my fault Alice and Cyan wanted to do that with me?” he asked.
“It … it just is!” cried Akane, as the seal was released. Jill was able to easily slide the wounded Tendo over to the gurney, allowing the human girls to see the formerly damaged area from the bite. The area was still discolored, the very pale skin contrasting to the normal tan the rest. The surgery had gone well enough, there seemed to only be the color difference to show where the bite and acid had been.
“Was she always this unable to justify her conclusions?” asked Jill.
“Oh yeah,” grumbled Ranma. “She never listens to me.”
“I do too!”
“Since when?” asked Ranma.
“Enough you two,” sighed Nabiki, reaching up to try and rub her headache away. Putting them in a room together was always a recipe for disaster, especially at times when calm emotions and heartfelt reactions were called for. “My own fault, really; I assumed in a situation like this, you two could be civil.”
“I am being civil, she’s/he’s not!” the two replied.
Jill just looked between the two as she set the instrument pads on Akane. “Yes, I’m beginning to see why you asked us to ensure no males entered here.”
“You don’t know the half of it,” muttered Nabiki. Honestly, she had to wonder how their parents ever got together if the two fathers considered antics like this to be a basis for a loving relationship.
Taking a deep relaxing breath, she looked over to Kasumi and Ranma. “Ranma, why don’t you go with Kasumi and get some groceries for lunch and dinner today, maybe take the others with you.”
“Others?” asked Akane. “Did those other hussies come here too?” she asked.
“Hussies?” asked Ranma.
“She means Shampoo, Ukyo, and Kodachi,” said Kasumi, trying to be helpful. “And no Akane, they didn’t come. We just made some new friends lately.
“Oh, and we should stop at the cafeteria before we go for a quick breakfast. I hope they have some sausage, nuts, and fresh juice,” she said with a naughty smile, licking her lips.
Her comment just sent Ranma sputtering and Nabiki narrowing her eyes.
“Some sausage sounds good,” muttered Akane. A western-style breakfast sounded nice at the moment, she did feel a little hungry.
“See Nabiki, Akane wants some sausage too!” Kasumi said with a smile.
“Just go!” cried Nabiki, pointing to the door. “And try and stay out of trouble, or at least not bring home anymore new friends; can you do that for me?”
“What’s wrong with new friends?” asked Ranma.
“GO!”
“Ms. Tendo, please don’t yell, this is a medical center,” admonished Jill.
Nabiki twitched a bit, trying to reign in her anger. They’re doing this just to get to me, I swear… “Just go while I stay and help … educate Akane about our situation. I’m sure the good Nurse here will help me prove I’m not exaggerating.”
“Well, if you think it’s for the best,” said Kasumi. “Oh, I hope the Fortune Farms booth is still at the market,” she said, brightening, as she nearly dragged Ranma out of the room. “Come on, Ranma, we need to get the others!”
“Hey, Kasumi, slow down! Ack! Kasumi, slow—” his pleas were cut off as she dragged him out the door.
Sighing at the removal of a distraction she hoped would be several hours in the making; she turned to her sister, who was now covered with a light bed sheet.
“Can I have a gown or something?” asked Akane.
“I’m sorry, but we need to have quick access to the area,” said Jill. “But when you go out for short stints in a wheelchair, I’m sure we can have something for you then, perhaps you can even eat lunch with your family if we can get through everything we need to before lunch.
Nabiki nodded, as she pulled up a seat to her sister’s bedside, and proceeded to begin the chat about the history and culture of the world they were on.
The fact said chair was on the Tendo’s weaker side was done for a pretty obvious reason. Akane reacted badly sometimes to sudden changes.
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