For a time the redhead simply lay there, luxuriating in the feel of her lover’s arm draped across her, hand resting lightly on her breast, Akane’s breath warm on her neck. Finally, she sighed and reluctantly shifted the extra arm helping hold her in bed and slipped out from under the blanket.
“Oh, you’re awake!” Akane exclaimed as she sat up on the bed and stretched, Ranma’s eyes lighting up at the black-haired girl’s breasts on display.
“Uh, yeah, how long have you been awake?” Ranma asked, and Akane shrugged.
“Just half an hour or so — I didn’t want to disturb you.”
“Right. I think we need ta rearrange the room so we can get out on both sides, taking turns sleeping on the inside isn’t cutting it,” Ranma muttered, then smiled. “Well, we missed our morning run and breakfast, but we don’t have any school club activities, so why don’t we get in some katas, a light spar, then see if Kasumi has anything ta tide us over ‘til lunch?”
“Sure,” Akane said, hopping out of bed. “But first …” She reached out and pulled the busty redhead into a deep kiss, pressing her bare pert mounds against Ranma’s more generous but equally bare set. When the two finally came up for air, she whispered, “Love you, Baka.”
“Love you, too, Tomboy,” Ranma whispered back. “Uh … we could skip all that and just go back to bed.”
Nuh-uh!” Akane said with an eager grin as she stepped to their closet and pulled out a gi and tossed it to Ranma, then pulled out another for herself. “As fun as it’d be, you promised to start training me after a few weeks, even if we have to keep it light in case I’m pregnant. It’s been a few weeks, so come on!”
“Well, okay …” Ranma said with feigned reluctance, then smiled at Akane’s eagerness and started pulling on her own gi. “And after we eat, we’ll look through those scrolls we found in yer dad’s room, see where ta start trainin’ ya again.”
“Right!” Akane finished pulling on her gi, threw open the door (ignoring the fact that Ranma didn’t have her top on yet), and almost ran down the hall toward the stairs, the sound of Ranma’s laughter following her as Ranma followed her out of the bedroom while pulling on her top.
Sitting at her desk, Nabiki glanced at her door as she heard Ranma and Akane pass her bedroom on their way to the stairs, shaking her head with a slight smile. Well, at least they didn’t wake me up this morning; it’s been getting seriously frustrating and I don’t have a safe outlet at the moment — fingers and toys are losing their appeal. And they went to sleep at a decent hour last night, too. If I’d realized how useful martial arts training could be for other things, I wouldn’t have given it up!
As the sounds of the younger teens charging down the stairs faded, Nabiki’s smile vanished as her eyes returned to the list of colleges and universities lying on her desk, and her mind returned to the problem it had been gnawing at — her future. So, what do you do, kiddo? Truth is, you have enough money salted away that you don’t really need to go to college — considering how modestly you live, and that Dad isn’t going to kick you out of the house any time soon, you could live off the interest and investment income even without all the games you’ve been playing with the school. Of course, you’d be bored out of your mind….
Rising from her seat, she walked over to her bed, opened the curtains, then lay down and stared up at the sky through her window. What I’d really like to do is go right on doing what I’m doing now — well, not really, that’s been getting a little old, lately. I suppose if I picked a large enough university and set out to build up a new network, that would be both fun and profitable. But it would only last four years — six, if I go for a Master’s — and then I’ll be right back to where I am now. Though with a lot more money, not an inconsiderable achievement, she added with a smirk.
Just then, Nabiki’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her older sister coming up the stairs and down the hall. A moment later Kasumi knocked on her door. “Nabiki, Elder Cologne’s on the phone and wants to speak to you.”
Nabiki bolted upright on her bed. At last! she thought, then paused a moment to settle herself, and forced at least the appearance of calm. Getting up, she walked over and opened her door to show an obviously worried Kasumi with her hand upraised for another knock. “Thanks, big sis,” the middle Tendo said nonchalantly, and motioned for Kasumi to lead the way.
As the older Tendo walked back toward the stairs, she asked, “There isn’t anything … wrong, is there? Elder Cologne calls so rarely, and I don’t think she’s ever asked for you before.”
“Nothing to worry about, Kasumi, just some arrangements for the ceremony that’ll get Shampoo off Ranma’s and Akane’s backs,” Nabiki replied, and Kasumi relaxed.
“Oh, good! I know Ranma has been anxious to get this over with, and Akane will be happy to no longer have to worry about Shampoo!” the motherly Tendo enthused. Then they reached the first floor, and she headed toward the kitchen as Nabiki turned toward the phone.
Nabiki walked into Ucchan’s and glanced around — practically empty, Ku Lon sitting at a table away from the rest of the customers, good. Walking over to Ku Lon, the middle Tendo quickly took a seat. After the traditional polite greetings and inquiries, she asked, “So, Cologne, what was touchy enough that you couldn’t tell me over the telephone?”
The ancient Amazon silently poured her a cup of tea, then said, “The party from the village arrived this morning. However, they didn’t bring any males with them.”
Nabiki froze for a moment, tea cup halfway to her lips, then carefully took a sip and placed the cup back on its saucer. “I thought you said that having a few men standing by was an integral part of Ranma’s ceremony.”
“It is,” Ku Lon agreed. “However, the Council in its infinite wisdom decided that the situation called for a modification—that they could not risk exposing any of the village’s men to the outside world.”
“And they didn’t see fit to tell you this before the party arrived?” Nabiki asked quizzically, and Ku Lon chuckled.
“You see clearly, child. Yes, my rivals in the Council are seeking to take advantage of one last opportunity to use this situation to undermine my position further before Xian Pu and I return to the village. The elders chosen to act as witnesses are proof enough that my influence on the Council is now shaky at best, and they’re rubbing my face in it.”
“And playing with the lives of my people to do it. I’ll have to … thank them properly if I get the chance,” Nabiki said quietly.
“Somehow, I don’t think that aspect of the situation occurred to them. But then, they don’t really know you,” Ku Lon said dryly. “However, their shortsightedness means that we are going to be short the hopefully unneeded men tonight, unless you can come up with a couple.”
Nabiki thought for a moment, then slowly shook her head. “No, I can’t,” she said reluctantly. “If I’d had some forewarning I could probably have come up with something, but just in a few hours — what am I supposed tell the guys, ‘we want you to stand by in case Ranma needs a good fucking’? Oh yes, and ‘I hope you’re a quick shooter, your life may depend on it’.”
Ku Lon laughed softly. “Yes, it does seem to be a tough sell, doesn’t it? Even if we wanted to make things that public. I suppose the best we can do is to be ready to tell Ranma to take a walk if she does turn out to be the Champion reborn. Well, at least now you know. I’d better get back to the café and my ‘guest’.” Hopping out of her chair, Ku Lon politely made her farewells and pogoed out of the restaurant.
Nabiki watched her go thoughtfully, then sat and sipped her cooling tea as she stared at the wall. Then, sitting up, she looked around for Ucchan’s crossdressing ‘waitress’ and waved him over when she saw him.
“Yes, Ms. Tendo, how may I serve you?” the meek kunoichi asked, bowing, and Nabiki grinned.
“So, how much of that did you overhear, all of it?” she asked.
“Yes,” Konatsu admitted hesitantly. “Anything involving both you and Elder Cologne may impact Mistress Ukyo. You aren’t considering using my services if Ranma needs them?”
“Oh, no,” Nabiki quickly said. “I’ve had plenty of second-hand experience with the sexual endurance of martial artists these past few weeks, thank you. Ranma would probably kill you by mistake. However, there is something you can do for me and Ranma....”
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