Gently taking the newspaper from his mother, the pigtailed youth looked over the classified, reading aloud, “Stud Muffin needed for Social Experiment. Free Room and Board. If interested, contact Dr. Gina Diggers.”
He paused as he considered that. Stud muffins? He’d heard of muffins but what was a ‘stud muffin’? Was it filled with chocolate buttons? Maybe M&M candies? Maybe little marshmallows!!
Still... the fact was this lady was offering it for FREE! Wasn’t he supposed to be paying rent or something? “Geeze, mom... I don’t know. Something seems off about this one...”
“I know what you mean, my manly son. The idea of you staying with some foreign woman... isn’t Shampoo enough for you!?” the Saotome Matriarch complained angrily. With a name like, “Gina Diggers” it was obviously some foreign hussy! While she was glad that women of all races would want her manly son... couldn’t he settle on some traditional Asian ass first BEFORE he began adventuring into the kinky stuff that you just couldn't ask your wife proper of?
Blinking his eyes once, twice, Ranma’s response was simply, “Huh!?”
The woman sighed. “Oh, I would SO prefer Japanese grandbabies first! Still...” the woman began to relent as she thought of how the day had been going. “There isn’t much else and beggars can’t be choosers.” At least this place was offering him free lodging.
“...Can I have another milkshake?”
The teen’s mother firmly shook her head. “No, it will make your thighs fat, and then you may create a forest fire while making grandbabies,” Nodoka absently waved off. Kami-sama knew Genma almost did their honeymoon night. She still had scars from the friction burns her inner-thighs suffered that night.
Still, all this talk of Asian ass... Hmm... does Shampoo count as Asian ass? the auburn-haired woman wondered. Damn, how she wished she and the other mothers had actually created a Grandbaby Guide, to tell her what parts of the world counted as what!
Well, she supposed technically China was still Asia, not Japan, but still Asia...
But then, that meant she could have told her Korean ‘legal’ special assistants that they could have stayed in the country, if only...
She shook her head. Diplomatic Grandbaby Relations was truly a difficult task...
It was then that the woman’s butler stepped out of the quick-mart. “Madame,” Pierre said as he walked over to his employer and her son, arms filled with all the snacks, power drinks, and anti-depressants that the gas station would safely sell him for his employer. “I believe we may want to find the young Sir a place soon. After filling up the trucks, the Station has now declined your gas card as over-limit.”
The woman turned with a start. “Over-limit!? How can the gas card be, ‘over-limit’!? I just started using it today!!”
“Well you HAVE insisted on taking two full-loaded moving vans with us everywhere we go...” the Frenchman said in all seriousness. “And you know the family’s Rolls Royce can pass everything on the road BUT a gas station...”
“Ah,” Nodoka nodded solemnly. “Then, Pierre, I insist you remind me to punish father appropriately for this, when we return home.”
“...I have a living grandpa?” Ranma asked, genuine surprise evident.
Pierre shrugged his shoulders. “The term, ‘living’ is stretching it a bit, Young Sir. But technically, he is still able to vote.”
Nodoka ignored this, she needed to concentrate and choose one last stop; a prayer in mind that the kami would see her through this. So closing her eyes and holding up her finger, the woman circled her extended digit over the page, before it finally landed on the page. She then opened her eyes and saw she was pointing at…
...The one her son had just read aloud...
“...CURSE YOU FATES!” The woman roared as she shook an angry fist towards the heavens. “HOW DARE YOU DESIGN A DESTINY FOR MY MANLY SON THAT WILL MAKE IT SO HE’S KNOCKING BOOTS WITH FOREIGN SLUTS BEFORE HE CHOOSES A PROPER JAPANESE WIFE!?”
“...You sure I can't have a milkshake?” the pigtailed youth insisted. Milkshakes made him feel better; maybe they’d help his mom too.
The woman snorted. “Trust me! IF she’s an...” Nodoka shuddered. “An American woman, she’ll have more than enough milkshake to bring the boys to the yard.”
“Ah!” Ranma nodded, as if understanding the reference.
Granted, since he liked to watch action anime—and liked to ignore as Akane bashed him for those that included female frontal top nudity to advance the storyline—the selection was limited.
Needless to say, he was very sheltered, even introduced to civilization for a year.
Now, if he spent more time hanging out with Kasumi…
Oh well…
Looking out the window of the condo complex, Gina smiled as she overlooked the Tokyo Metropolitan area, the central prefecture of Japan. Furthermore, Tokyo was not just the capital of Japan, it was also the largest metropolitan area in the world! The seat of the Japanese government and the Imperial Palace! The home of the Japanese Imperial Family!
Truly, Japan was a mix of everything traditional and everything modern that made the sensual scientist practically squeal with delight. More than enough places to look into to discover secrets of the old world... yet more than enough comforts of modern living to make it a breeze!
She really wished she’d had a chance to come out here sooner... but the woman really had no reason to settle in Japan for any reason until recently when—
*Ding-Dong*!
“Oh?” The woman asked herself with a curious tone. She wasn’t expecting anyone... maybe someone was finally answering the add she put in the local papers? It was very odd. She figured people would be JUMPING at the chance for free room and board, especially as one considered the RENT PRICES...
Still, it was a start... but that didn’t mean she was stupid! Japan had numerous stereotypes about it, especially concerning blondes...
...
.....
...Okay, it had a lot of stereotypes. A lot!
So, working her way to the door, she grabbed her stun baton, looked out the camera of the peephole, ensuring first the filter was on to prevent seizures from a light show, entered in a passcode to ensure she was opening the door of her own free will, undid several locks, and opened the door...
...And only then, did she allow herself to mentally undress the beefcake before her.
Safety first!
“Hello and welcome,” Gina spoke to the group gathered before her in flawless Japanese... ironically but unknown to her, better than the male she was ogling himself spoke. “Are you here about the room? Please, please! Do come in...” she stood aside while motioning for the trio to enter.
Ranma blinked his eyes once, twice. He turned to his mother, wondering what she thought.
Batting aside the stun wand, Nodoka entered, looked over the female, and pulled out a measuring tape, first measuring the bust, then the waist—after disarming the stun wand once again, and then the hips.
Nodding her head in agreement, Nodoka turned towards her son and butler—this time removing the battery pack from the stun wand and twisting it in half, much to the landlord’s surprise. “I approve, let us enter.”
Ranma nodded, wondering if he could do that to the tomboy’s hammer... when she used it. Akane had been working on her backhand, for some reason lately... and using talcum powder before she whacked him for somehow being perverted.
“That... but... my stun...” Gina sighed, just accepting some stereotypes about Japan were true as she motioned them in once more, allowing the trio to enter her home. She blinked her eyes as the Butler trailing the two stopped before her and told her, “You’ll get used to it.”
She blinked her eyes as he then walked off towards the main living room after what she assumed were his employers. Shaking her head, the blonde turned and closed the door and locked it. She then made her way towards the group that was sitting down. “Hello there and welcome. Allow me to introduce myself: I am Dr. Gina Diggers and this is my condo. May I ask who I have the pleasure of meeting?”
“Ah, yes,” Nodoka stated, sitting demurely... then glaring at her son, as he sat haphazardly, before standing, and sitting as a properly refined gentlemen of Japanese ancestry did, and waiting for her butler to place out the tea. “I am Nodoka, Matriarch of Clan Saotome—no relation to the American Saotomes, as we do not strip on Girls Gone Wild.”
She ignored her butler’s coughing fit. Really! That was in college, and the video cameras had not been from that company.
“And I am here to ensure that the living standards being offered are appropriate for my newly legal teenage son, who as I stated, is no longer jailbait.”
Thinking back, she needed to ensure he was attending the proper schools now. Shouldn’t some female teacher be about to be fired for carrying her grandbabies by now!? Or were the American schools the only ones offering that service now?
“Uh...” Gina considered this for a moment. “All right. Well, it is a pleasure to meet you, Saotome-san,” the blonde said with a smile, expertly lying through her teeth. “As I said, my name is Dr. Gina Diggers: holder of nine PhD’s, college teacher, and head of the Explorer’s Society Club. I’m also a world-famous archaeologist, super-scientist, and adventurer. I’m also a lover of all things Monty Python, Roddenberry, Whedon, and Lucas.”
While she was doing an excellent job of keeping a poker face, Nodoka couldn’t help but notice that the woman mentioned she was a college teacher. “Oh?” She asked in a calm disinterested tone. “A college teacher you say?”
Now the blonde was smiling as she herself took a seat—surprised the older male was serving her tea. “Of course! I am a professor of Archaeology and Ancient History at Georgia State University but I’ve also lectured at all the Ivy League colleges: Brown University, Columbia University, Cornell University, Dartmouth College, Harvard University, Princeton University, the University of Pennsylvania, and Yale University. Why, I’ve even given lectures and aided study groups at the University of London and now I’ll be aiding Tokyo University.”
Nodoka immediately dropped her poker face. “Tokyo University? TODAI!?”
“Yes,” Gina said with a smile. “I’ve been a guest-lecturer there over twenty times.” Unlike the current professor there for her subject, she had yet to roll a van over a student assistant... or be censored for having her daughter attack said student and others in her department.
...
...Well, she didn’t count Brianna as her daughter, and sexual harassment wasn’t considered ‘assault’ by a female here in Japan.
Nodoka just nodded, suppressing the squeal of excitement. Naughty teacher, plus actual teacher, meant smarter son and even smarter grandbabies! “Yes, I do believe I read something of that in the alumni newsletter.”
Ranma blinked his eyes. Even he knew what Tokyo University meant to kids his age. Nabiki would sell her soul for an acceptance and a degree from there.
And considering she probably owned Tatewaki Kuno’s soul, and he’d barely avoided her owning his, that was saying something.
“So,” Nodoka spoke up, now suddenly very amicable as this woman WASN’T another, “dumb American blonde” as she had feared she would be. “You are attending Todai as a guest-teacher and you have nine PhD’s? Anything else I might want to know?”
Smiling, the blonde replied, “Besides speaking English, which as you can guess is how I can double as Tokyo U’s English Language teacher, I also happen to be literate in seven major languages. I can speak and read Spanish, French, German, Portuguese, Japanese, Korean, and Mandarin Chinese.” Left unsaid was those last three were learned because of her love of Asian comics...
Also left unsaid was that she was also fluent in Klingon and Tolkien Elvish. Again, her love of nerdish hobbies gave Gina more and more to learn and have fun with—she even owned a complete copy of Shakespeare’s Hamlet translated into the Klingon language!
However, it was the last language the blonde mentioned aloud that made Ranma perk up considerably. “Wait! Chinese? You know Chinese!?” He asked quite excitedly. At... at last! There was someone he could bring all those scrolls and brochures he and his old man picked up from China to! He... he could get new martial artist techniques! Maybe even... oh, dare he hope? A real Guide for when he headed back there to get himself cured of his infernal curse!!
Nodding her head, Gina replied, “Fluently.” After all, besides the Chinese comics she wanted to read, one had to look at the way the National Debt was building up in her country. Chinese looked like it would be a valuable language to know.
“Very good,” Nodoka replied, staying calm. After all, this girl before her was auditioning for many, many roles. It just wouldn’t do to get excited for every test the girl passed.
Well, not the first dozen or so, anyway.
And she did wish Ranma could stay still! What did Genma teach...?
Oh, yeah; right. “So, I take it your tenure there is stable? I would hate to begin rental proceedings, only to have my manly son need a new place to live in a few months.” Why, she had already tried to see some of her friends who she knew had daughters, and it was like they were nomadic gypsies, with how hard it was to track them down. No sooner did she get a new address, did it seem they had already moved.
“Oh yes,” Gina answered the woman. Still, she felt she should explain, “However, I do a lot of travelling due to the need for my expertise as well as other responsibilities. That is why I’m offering free room and board here at this condo,” the woman motioned around her for emphasis. “This place, while nice, is really too much for just myself but it really is so damned convenient to teach at Todai when I have a place not even ten minutes from the campus...”
Despite how well she’d been holding in her emotions, Nodoka twitched a little. They were only ten minutes from Tokyo U?
“In fact, if you go to the window, you can see it from here,” Gina explained. “But as I was saying, there will be times my job and my responsibilities to my family and my position as president of the Explorers Society pull me away... I can’t be here all the time to care of things, so I figured, a roommate wouldn’t hurt. I’d pay the rent and my roommate gets a place to stay ‘rent free’ as long as the place is clean... or at least still EXISTS... when I return.”
Yeah, after that experiment with Brianna, “existing” was something she made sure to tell anyone who borrowed or used her things. At least now she got enough back to repair herself if need be.
“Understood,” Nodoka replied, wishing her son had a better poker face, and hadn’t winced at the perspective landlord’s comment. Given how... poorly he was helping—seriously, did Genma teach him nothing but... oh yeah—she supposed ten minutes wouldn’t be too bad. It would just give him more time to charm the ladies, before showing them...
“Wo~ooow...” Nodoka muttered, looking at the view of the city that Gina had mentioned before. Hell, she was about ready to forget her son and take the place, no matter what deep, dark, and tawdry things she might have to do to get it.
And if that didn’t work, then she’d do whatever the woman wanted!
“Um...” Gina started, a little curious as to why the woman was plastering herself against the window. Yes, it was a nice view but nothing to drool—good thing she had Windex cleaner—over and practically have an orgasm with.
Deciding he better get things moving while his mother made out with the view, the pigtailed martial artist turned his attention towards the glasses-wearing blonde. “Okay...” Ranma spoke up. “I admit, I’m not the best with stuff like this but I’m gonna take a shot in the dark. This is a really good location, really high-end for luxuries and just flat out good...”
Turning her head to the youth who she would have had as a roommate/tenant, the woman replied, “Yes.”
“...Then why bother getting anyone as a roommate?” the pigtailed martial artist inquired. Hell, to be honest, he then added, “With everything you need, I doubt you would even need me here!” Shoot if this were his place, he wouldn't want any of his fiancées or rivals intruding.
“Well, it is more than that,” Gina stated diplomatically. Hell, she had enough control to not state she wanted man-candy around.
After all, she wasn’t her sisters...
...
Anyway... “I want someone here to watch over the place, keep it secure, make sure I don’t return from a long hiatus and find the copper wiring gone and a group of vigilantly unemployed hippies squatting near my fridge.”
Ranma opened his mouth to respond... and closed it. Actually... yeah, he’d feel the same way—except he’d also be worried about the walls being demolished by P-Chan wondering about, trying to find the exit.
Pierre nodded his head empathically. “Indeed. I remember when Madame Saotome was having her home redone after the Young Sir’s... er... possible paramours tore up the place looking for the family engagement ring, another of the Young Sir’s female friends was found on ground one night tearing out the copper pipes. A Miss Nabiki Tendo, if I’m not mistaken.”
He would know, after all. With how much he owed the little cunt, he had to let the bitch in after hours.
“Well, that makes sense...” the pigtailed martial artist finally replied. “Well, if you’ll have me, I'll be glad to be your roommate.”
That made the blonde smile. He was a little young for her tastes—possibly by a whole decade—but after having a myriad of failed relationships, Gina had come to realize a certain truth. If you wanted a good boyfriend or at least decent man-candy, you had to raise them from the ground up. “Wonderful! And if you want, I’ll help you with your school work.” She tilted her head and asked, “So where are you attending school right now?”
“Oh, just Furinkan High,” the pigtailed martial artist replied. He frowned as the woman twitched violently. “Uh... is something wrongs, Diggers-san?”
“...Furinkan High?” the bespectacled woman asked irritably. “Do you mean to tell me you’re attending Furinkan High, as in the Furinkan area of the Nerima Prefecture of Tokyo?”
Nodding his head, the boy answered nervously. “Yeah. Why?”
“...Ranma...” the blonde scientist started off, trying to hold in a sigh of exasperation. “You DO realize that school lost its accreditation five years ago, right?” Really, how could Tokyo still let that school be up and running? What were they doing, using it as a dumping ground for all of the country’s failures?
“...I actually have no idea what that means,” Ranma stated.
Reaching over, the butler gently patted the boy’s shoulder in sympathy. “Sadly, Young Sir,” Pierre began. “It means even if you managed to graduate that place, Magna Cum Laude even, you would still be unable to attend even the most basic of colleges offered here in Japan.”
Ranma stared at him in shock. “Wait! That means all the time I spent there, studying, taking tests... was for nothing!?”
“Indeed, Young Sir,” Pierre offered sadly. “In fact, studies have shown that the more work put into passing that school, the longer it takes to be able to pass a standard test for a real school.”
The raven-haired teen just palmed his forehead. All that work—or at least attempts to learn—for nothing!
Sadly, in a way, that explained why the Old Man sent him there. After all, if it was worthless except for fighting, then it fit in with what he felt school should be!
Actually, Ranma wondered now if any school he went to was accredited... fuck! Was he even past a kindergarten level of education!?
Seeing the expression of not only horror, but utter defeat on the teen's face, Gina decided to do something. Yes, she enjoyed men but her first and foremost love had always been education... then followed by men and closely after that Gene Rodenberry’s works, but you get the point.
“Hold on...” Gina said in all seriousness as she took out her cell phone. “Give me a moment.” Her thumb hitting one of her speed dial buttons, she asked him, “Your name is Ranma Saotome, right?” she asked, making sure she had the correct name.
Cringing, Ranma nodded his head in nervous affirmation. Wanting his name? Making phone calls? Dear Kami-sama, she was another fiancée! Or worse, both that and his Old Man owed her more money than he’d likely see in his lifetime!
Sighing, he lowered his head, waiting for the end. He knew he should have taken that tanned girl up on her offer and married the large mallet-carrying tomboy sister she had, sharing similar blue marks on their faces. At least that end would have been quick—the mallet looked amazingly sturdy, enough to collapse a skull in with.
As the Heir of the Saotome School of Martial Arts watched the woman turn about and talk on a phone—likely trying to find out if she had any legal standing in his affairs—he blinked his eyes as he felt someone gripping his shoulder... hard. Turning his head, he saw his mother glaring at him and nearly crapped his pants...
...Fortunately, he was still pretty constipated from those wood caulk breakfast muffins Akane made last week so he was okay, and thanks to this scare might even be “regular” come next week! “Uh... is something wrong, mom?”
Being a kind, loving mother, Nodoka did not immediately demean her child over the fact she had lost the apartment to him.
It also didn’t mean he would find good food for his meals from now on.
But really, giving his true name out to a booty-call? Was he serious!? Who in their right mind...
Right, right; she kept forgetting that!
“Ranma,” the auburn-tressed woman hissed in a whispered tone, eyes darting over to the blonde woman. Making sure that said blonde was distracted, what with her now moving over to a lap-top and typing things while talking on her cell-phone, the mother continued, “Don’t you know you’re not supposed to tell people such things when you first meet them!?”
“...What? My name?” the pigtailed martial artist asked curiously. Seeing his mother nod her head firmly, he relaxed a little. “Oh? That’s all? Pfft! Here I thought you were upset that it turned out my High School is unaccredited.”
He winced as her hand gripped his shoulder harder. “...Was it something I said?”
Nodoka just glared at him. “You go... to Furinkan?” she growled.
Ranma blinked his eyes once, twice. “You... didn’t know?”
She continued to glare.
Despite the danger he felt, the youth just shrugged. “Well, personally, I’d advise you to demand a refund from Nabs.” Really, she sold all the info about him.
Come to think of it... she was in the same boat he was in... and he now had some heads-up! Ha! Take that, Gold Digging Tendo! He couldn’t wait to sell her the info that her future included more and more times of asking people if they wanted fries with their meal!
The woman snarled. “This... this is outrageous!" She shouted firmly. Releasing her son’s arms, she threw both hands up in the air. “How dare my husband send you to a non-accredited school!? Doesn’t he realize what this means!?” After all, you couldn’t buy your child their way into the college of your choosing if they didn’t have the proper High School diploma first!
She was NOT spending the kind of money most well-off parents did for their drop-outs! But the alternative... to send him to another school and then just... GAH! He’d be so many years behind! All the likely tail he'd miss out on! Curse you Genma Saotome!!!
Fortunately, before the woman could blow up in a tirade of epic proportions, she saw as the American woman stepped between them, offering Ranma a paper. “Here you go.”
Blinking his eyes once, twice, the teen accepted the paper. “What’s this?” he asked as he looked it over. “It’s mostly English.” While not bad at the language, it did take him a bit of time to actually KNOW what he was reading. Speaking a language was one thing. Learning to read and write it a whole other matter!
“It’s a GED,” Gina said with a smile. “Better known as a Graduate Equivalency Degree. Congratulations Ranma Saotome, you’ve now graduated High School.”
Ranma just stared for the longest time. “...Just like that?” he finally brought himself to ask.
Smiling, Gina nodded in affirmation. “Just like that.”
The pigtailed teenager nodded again. This... was too easy...
Still, if she was a fiancée, she was now wa~aaaay ahead of the pack! Even the Tomboy couldn’t do this for him!
Well, maybe; but she’d never let Kuno enjoy it!
“And,” Gina continued, her grin becoming so much wider. “Starting next week, when the Spring Session starts, you’ll be attending Tokyo University as a History Major with a Minor in Physical Medicine...” she grinned. “And thanks to your excellent scores in P.E. and other track and field activities, you’ve got a scholarship. Welcome to college life, Mr. Ranma Saotome.”
*GLOMP*!
Blinking her eyes once, twice, the blonde gawked as she looked down at her leg. “Uh... Saotome-san... would you mind not humping my leg?”
“...Nope!” Nodoka cooed. A Todai son! And she didn’t have to bribe anyone, pray to some obscure Gods, or even sell her soul on eBay!
Well, THAT would show that Urashima woman, what with her and her lucky son and his ‘dorm’ of hot women! Hell! Her son wasn’t being lusted after his sister!
In an old mansion, a caretaker heard an odd sneeze come from a covered mirror.
Ranma looked back and forth from his mother up to the woman that was getting him into college, back to his mother, and back to the blonde again. “Uh... Diggers-san?” He asked quietly. “How is it I’m going to Tokyo University? Don’t I need to apply and take entrance exams or something?”
He barely held in the shriek he felt like releasing when his mother roared, “DON’T LOOK A GIFT HORSE IN THE MOUTH! YOU GO TO TODAI AND MAKE MAMA VERY PROUD!” Hell, this was the only thing her son could do that would take precedence over him making her some grandbabies... as him going to college that much sooner meant getting out that much quicker and becoming a family man with a good salary!
“Actually...” Gina started to slowly explain. “It was quite easy. In accepting my position, I had a favor or two to call in. However, there is a catch...” she smirked as she crossed her arms beneath her ample bust, her attention squarely on the pigtailed male. “You will learn. When I have free time, I will help you catch up on your scholarly pursuits!”
Blinking his eyes once, twice, the teen tilted his head in confusion. “...Wuh?” was the rather oblique response of the Heir of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts.
A serious gleam flashed from within the woman’s eyes. “Looking over your academic history... everyone has been failing you all your life, and not just with the letter, ‘F’. I am going to see you become a person in your own right...” she smirked and told him, “Prepare to be my new project!”
Nodoka squealed in delight.
Gina cringed, as said squeal had been next to her hoo-hoo, and created an odd feeling... one she had not felt since... jail.
Ranma just cringed! He’d have to study! And not just bad-high-school study, but college study! That... that would totally suck donkey balls!
And he knew what a donkey was! Akane said that was an ingredient in the chicken soup she made him the other day... the one that actually gave him a twenty-four hour cold instead of preventing such!
Smiling, Gina did her best to walk towards the teen, dragging the woman with her arms and legs wrapped around her left leg. As soon as she was only two feet from Ranma, she reached her arm out and gently placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry. There will be rewards. Why, the more you learn and do well at it... as a reward, I can get you in touch with some really great martial arts instructors.”
Now THAT offer caught Ranma’s attention. “...Really? Like who?”
“Like...” Gina paused. She was about to say, ‘my mom’ but she was sure the boy wouldn’t get the significance of that. So she went along with, “One Ayane Anno! Former Champion of the UFF—Ultimate Fighters Federation—and S-Rank Fighter on the verge of X-Rank!”
Ranma just gasped. He knew who that was—she even made Kasumi shudder when she looked into the camera! If he could do that to a fiancée... he’d always be free! Hell! Even the Old Ghoul might let him be!
As the pigtailed teen dreamed of freedom, Nodoka looked up—she didn’t stop grinding on the girl’s foot, are you crazy? “What about Chuck Norris?” she asked. She wanted her son to be Manly-X, and that needed Chuck! ...Or someone with Chemical-X, which was a derivative of Chuck’s sweat.
Gina raised an eyebrow. “I can try... Chuck is VERY difficult to get ahold of...” God knew she’d been trying to get in touch of him herself for eleven years at this point. She wanted him to come to her sweet sixteen...
Hell, she still wanted him to come to any of her birthdays! God damn... she still had some naughty dreams about him!
Of course, the number and frequency of such had dwindled greatly after walking by Brianna’s room and hearing what she was doing to a virtual-Chuck.
Then again, it might explain her desires leaning towards Gingers and not the Mary-Annes...
Damn prison, making me think in Gilligan’s Island terms! “Anyway,” Gina started seriously, getting her thoughts off of women. “Those are my terms and conditions. If you agree, I’ll print up a letter of acceptance for you and we’ll get a class schedule ready to go. I’d suggest you get your things so we can get ready to help you hit college!” She was sure he'd be able to do it. After all, he was Asian! Weren’t they genetically geared towards high marks in academics?
“OH! YES! SAY YES, RANMA!” Nodoka squealed as she humped the woman harder...
...Only to suddenly release and drop off from her, the older woman’s arms and legs flayed out.
Pierre gently removed the syringe he was holding from Nodoka’s neck. “Forgive the intrusion, but it was time for the Madame’s medications.”
“...Oh thank God!” Gina wailed in relief, afraid that another bodily function had caused the woman to pass out. Still... she might want to burn that shoe... and the sock... and soak the foot in acid for good measure.
Ranma paused, before considering what might mean his escape from the Tendo household—not that he minded Kasumi, except when she busted in on him bathing and insisted she be the proper host and help him, (and he used help in the loosest meaning of the term)—but he didn’t want to be in one new mess from an old one.
So, he asked the most important question he could think of. “What’s for dinner?”
Considering that for a moment, Gina finally just shrugged her shoulders. “Eh, I’m too tired from my day. How about we order pizza?” she asked.
“...I love you,” Ranma whispered.
That made the woman blink her eyes. “Come again?”
Ranma gawked, realizing he’d been caught. "Er, uh... I mean... olive juice.”
The woman raised a speculative eyebrow. “...Olive juice?”
“Olive juice too...” the pigtailed youth practically mumbled with a happy sigh.
“...Ok~aaaaaay,” Gina sighed, figuring it had to be a Japanese thing. She’d still get separate pizzas though—olives on her pie!? How evil!
Well, she figured he didn’t ask for extra cheese, so he had to be good at heart.
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