Ranma's feelings about the whole slavery thing where muddled, she had great concern over it as well, but she didn't quite understand it. What she did understand at least deeper than face value, was that Akane wanted a slave "girl". She was going to be female more often she surmised. The truth was Ranma hadn't been as horribly malevolent to her female side as she let on, the costumes she regularly wore to fool Ryouga didn't spontaneously burst out of the air. Her constant denials and defense of her manhood had done the trick though; everyone was fooled by it, even sometimes herself. But while Ranma wasn't rushing to be a housewife or a violinist, she had been becoming much more comfortable as a girl. A little, she felt ruefully and with fear, more than even as a boy. Nothing exciting mind, just being a girl, in her female form, sitting and watching TV, practicing martial arts, eating an ice cream cone, going on an errand. What was gonna become of her male side? Did she even want to chance being some sort of man-slave? Something about that didn't quite click with Ranma. she didn't know much about slavery, she wasn't sure why such a violent free spirited tomboy would even be into something like this, but whatever negative feelings she felt about it now, imagining her guy side behaving that way seemed much much worse. Ranma looked at the contract while Akane tried waving her hand in front of her face. Pretending to be shocked Ranma thought a little. Akane could probably help her understand what was going on but being so thoroughly shocked over the whole thing, especially that she finally admitted, that she lo- lo-.. Admitted her feelings to Akane, Ranma felt the knee jerk reactions flow out of her. Instead wondering, would it be so bad? a chance to be a girl and no one to belittle her.
"Ranma? Ranma" Akane whispered, frowning, then pushing her hand in front of her eyes, waving it a bit "Ranma" she said a little louder this time. "C'mon Ranma, Earth to slave girl, come down from the sky now please." She said exasperated, but a twitch at the word slave girl had the desired effect and Akane found she finally had the girl's attention. Akane had managed to dig out a locked box without disturbing Ranma, but she had begun to think she could have left the room without her noticing. Akane had her own feelings to consider, doubt crossed her mind, but the lie was too sweet to discard for her. Ranma was hers, not just some marriage. But really hers, she belonged to her in the deepest and most complete way possible, all there right in ink as Nabiki had let on. She knew her fiancée couldn't have been quite as understanding as her mental fantasies pictured her to be. The contract didn't say she had to like her new arrangement, Akane was arrogant, and proud as Ranma though, she'd make her see she'd love this.
"Ranma? Are you upset?" she offered to the spacey looking girl. "What's all this slave stuff about Akane?" Ranma asked a little more meekly. She had already agreed to it. Whatever screaming she had to do over being 'owned' must have been done that night, at least, Ranma didn't feel the compulsion to knee jerk about that issue, some others where pressing in her mind though, like her curse. "I thought you'd hate stuff like this." Akane shook her head "Of course not Ranma. You consented to this. We consented to this," she corrected. Akane would have been more careful if she had known how easy it was for human beings, cowed by desire for the religious, supernatural, and other desires, to invent memories of things that did not really happen. She could already see them both signing the forms, Akane herself trying not to cry in happiness.
"But why do you want me as a slave so bad?" Ranma said a little more annoyed at the dodging of her question. Akane knew it was a tough question, she wasn't sure she had a straight answer. She had this fantasy for a good while, it was honestly stemming a little just from a bedroom game she'd hoped to get to play with a certain girl she was engaged to. She never expected herself to go for broke on it. To play double or nothing on hearing the happiest words come out of her fiancées mouth 'Marry me Akane!' but she had to come up with a reasonable answer for herself and her slave. "Ranma, I have a hard time remembering it, But I must have been really happy when you proposed. But just because you did doesn't mean things would have changed. I really think this will work out better for the both of us." She embraced her slave, Ranma shuddered a bit, Akane was hugging her, for some reason the usual nervousness flowed out of her, Ranma wasn't used to close displays of affection, she'd enjoyed Akane's hugs before, but always the two would part and destroy the sweet feelings with bickering. Now, as Ranma gathered and Akane whispered into her ear. They didn't have to let go, or rather, Ranma wasn't allowed to let go. Gathering at least that much, Akane she supposed could hold her as much as she wanted, it was a strange feeling for her, she should have been furious at the idea. How dare that uncute tomboy try to tell her what she could and couldn't do? But as much as her pride protested, Ranma was enjoying the hug far too much to do anything but play her new role nicely. Akane had rested like that for a long while; Akane was nothing short of possessive herself. Oh sure the girl had 'renounced' the engagement more times than Ranma, But she was every bit as possessive of her new position if Ranma had been in her shoes instead. They where like children. The object in her Arms meant the whole world to them, taking it away, even in jest or for the briefest period would result in tears. but Akane knew she couldn't lay in with her new 'merchandise' all day and while normally could be as impulsive as Ranma, her life as a normal person interacting with friends gave her more balance in her motivations. She knew she had a confused neo slave girl in her Arms that, as comfortable as she seemed to be lounging in the taller girl's arms, was troubling her confusing new role in life
"Ranma, I'll ask you again even though you seem okay, Are you upset?" she posed the question again, Ranma thought about it. She felt a little upset, but mostly confusion she didn't know what to be upset about, she had accepted the contract, given herself, put her trust in Akane and, apparently as she was doing now, hoping that she wouldn't screw it up or anything. "Not really, but I don't understand, this was all your idea. I guess the document helped a little but. What are you going to do torture me or make me do your homework?" Ranma asked a bit incredulously suddenly finding a few things she could clearly identify as being something she wasn't sure she liked. "Ranma, no no no, well, I could." She grinned "but that's not what it's about. It's not about doing stuff for me Ranma, it's about control," Akane was no secret BDSM expert, but she knew at least a little about her own kink, "Control and trust. As a slave you have to give your control to me, and in turn, you trust me to use that control responsibly. I could make you do all kinds of stuff. I could have you wear frilly dresses, make you talk like a girl, order you to not use furniture or enter certain rooms, or yes even do my homework or punish you. But the point is you trust me to look out for you now, I'm responsible for you, and it's not all sunshine and games for me Ranma. Just like if you where training a student, if they slip up and hurt them self, it's your fault, even when it's not." Ranma chewed on that for a bit, the faces she made as Akane listed every one of those embarrassing horrible things, but surprisingly she could see hints of the art all over the statement Akane gave, not just in the ending peace. Pops was always trying to make her do crazy things, and the old ghoul too she supposed, it always started out with something really, and in her pops case, REALLY stupid. Electricity resistance, dodging angry bees, the cats tongue, and chestnuts, none of those things where actually fighting, but they had something to them similar to what Akane was talking about. Ranma had to, as much as she loathed to use the word in this situation, 'submit' her control to the teacher, and in return trust that what she was doing would teach her and make her stronger. This slavery thing was just one big challenge. Well Akane'd See, She'd be such a good slave girl she'd have to be set free just because She'd run out of lessons to give! Ranma thought, oblivious to the flaws in that statement.
(Posted Thu, 13 Jan 2011 21:58)
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