“Darn it!”
Blinking, the eldest sisters of the Tendo Clan looked on at their youngest sister.
“Why won’t this door open?” she demanded.
“Um, Akane?”
“What?” growled Akane, trying to yank the door open again. She wanted a bath, damn it. After trying twice before finding her sisters in what was to become Uncle Genma’s room, she decided to try the door again.
“Sis, I know you are aching to prove you’re straight, but trying to break into the bathroom while Ranma is bathing seems a bit staged,” offered the smirking middle Tendo.
“Huh?”
Coughing lightly to attract her attention, Kasumi pointed to the sign that was on the door.
In Use!
“… When did that get there?” Akane asked.
“Ranma-kun has been bathing shortly after I went to prepare Uncle Genma’s room,” stated Kasumi, blushing slightly. “Akane, I know you’re at that age, but it really is improper to peek on young men as they bathe.”
Nabiki couldn’t help herself. “Maybe she was hoping to catch Ranma is his cursed form.”
“WHAT?”
“What waz zat?” slurred Ranma, head bobbing a bit. Bastet did after all, drink the high-proof stuff.
“I fear our bath time is all but over,” sighed Sekhmet. Just when she had started to relax and enjoy the feeling of the intense heat.
“Well, we could always let them in,” offered Bastet with a smirk. Alcohol about, teens with pent-up hormones…
WHACK!
“Ow!”
“Please stop trying to corrupt everyone,” sighed her sister. “And besides, would Ranma forgive us for precipitating his first time to be while so intoxicated?”
“… I hate it when you make perfect sense,” sulked the Goddess of Pleasure. “All right then, Ranma, better sober up.”
“Kay,” he replied.
Sekhmet’s eyes went wide as she quickly submerged herself under the water.
“Sister, why are you… Oh,” replied Bastet, remembering what exactly happened when Ranma sobered up using magic.
There are two things to remember about using magic to clear things from a body. The first is that the person must be able to perform it correctly. If it is poison or a drug of pleasure, it doesn’t matter. You still have to be able to do it perfectly and hopefully without chanting the spell. This is usually hardest for someone trying to become sober, as alcohol is not known to help coordination, and that is what you need for the spell.
Luckily, Bastet’s frequent imbibing allowed Ranma to do it in an alcoholic coma.
The second thing is that something must be done with the thing to be expelled. In addition, for alcohol, it is easiest expelled by…
FWOOSH!
The simplest form is a breath of fire, which instantly burned the alcohol.
Coughing lightly, Bastet glared at the now sober pigtailed warrior-mage.
“What?” he asked. “Not my fault your forgot.”
Sekhmet smiled as she surfaced, giggling at her soot-covered sister. “That makes five, I believe, sister-dear.”
“Stuff it, Sekky.” Using a quick spell to repair the damage to herself and the charred outline Ranma’s fireball had left on the tiles behind her, she sulked for a moment. “We should probably go now.”
“How could you believe that?” cried Akane.
Nabiki was enjoying herself immensely. She loved it when her entertainment required no legwork. “Well, little sister, it comes down to a few things. One, you simply aren’t aware of your surroundings, thus you missed the sign on the door. But that really doesn’t fit, what with you being a martial artist and all.”
“Very true,” nodded Kasumi.
“That leaves that you wanted to barge in there and catch Ranma ‘la naturale’, so we have to ask, which form were you hoping to get a peek at?”
“I wasn’t!” yelled Akane.
“Now Akane, it is perfectly normal to be curious at your age,” offered Kasumi.
“I’m not curious!”
“Have you been peeking at the boys in school?” asked Nabiki?
“No!”
“You know, we’ll step aside if you want, since you apparently have seemed to fixate on Ranma,” giggled Nabiki.
The conversation was cut short as the door to the furo opened, revealing the pigtailed boy in question.
“What did you do to the door?” demanded Akane.
“Simple privacy spell to ensure someone didn’t walk in on me,” he replied, stepping to the side as his two cats walked past him, each wearing a terrycloth robe and a towel wrapped around their head.
“So cute!” cooed Kasumi.
“You dress your cats?” asked Nabiki, arching an eyebrow.
“They dress themselves,” Ranma replied, as he walked around the group to head back upstairs, the cats following.
“… He may not be a pervert, but he’s definitely weird,” muttered Akane.
“Really, Genma, you must be jesting.”
“I wish, Soun,” sighed the elder Saotome. “Ever since that boy started to learn magic, he’s been almost impossible to control.”
“Has it affected the boy’s training?” asked Soun worriedly. “Is he still a student of Anything Goes?” It would be hard to join the schools if the boy no longer practiced it. All three of his daughters had the basics of it, after all, even if Akane was the only one who continued to practice.
“The opposite,” replied Genma. “He surpassed many of my training regimes before I could even get to them.” He blamed those cats for it. As his Sensei, he knew when Ranma would be prepared for weight training. Moreover, because of that, he had been unprepared when Ranma had simply tossed the couch into the air, causing Genma to fall off it, and take off—couch back in hand—leaving Genma behind for the wolves to tear into.
True, the cats hadn’t been around at that time. Nevertheless, who else would have taught the boy something called ‘gravity seals’ to build his body to be stronger and faster? What if the boy had done it improperly and damaged his body?
Not like Genma was upset that the boy had left him behind for the wolves instead of allowing his hard-working father to enjoy a bit of relaxing. No, not at all. He was simply worried that this magic-stuff was taking away the boy’s focus on being the best.
“I see,” replied Soun. Actually, he didn’t. He thought it was neat that his future son-in-law was not already exceeding expectations in his advancement in Anything Goes. Add to it that the boy could do magic, why, he could see Anything Goes becoming the best in all fields!
Not that he minded the fact that when Ranma married one of his daughters, he’d be set for life. It was just a happy coincidence, really.
“Mark my word, Soun,” sighed Genma, finishing off the bottle of sake, “this will spell trouble. The boy doesn’t even listen to me much anymore. If we don’t make him pick a girl soon, we might never get him to commit.”
“WHAT?” bellowed Soun.
“You almost dropped the other bottle!” cried Genma.
“Oh, sorry, old friend.” Soun chastised himself. He’d almost done something stupid there.
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