Akane saw spots as a bright flash temporarily blinded her. Blinking to clear her vision, she saw that monster in the trench coat standing over her sister’s fallen body. “Take this, you perverted scum,” Akane yells as she rushes the enemy. Akane’s anger turned to shock as her adversary dodged her punch while snaking its arm around her arm. Suddenly she was staring at the other sleeve as a bright, warm light enveloped her.
CLUNK, a mallet drops to the ground.
Meanwhile, Mars managed to trip on the fountain that was Soun when she leaped away from the initial energy blast. This had caused her to bump headfirst into Uranus, knocking both out cold.
When Nabiki realized that she was the only one conscious and not turned into an inanimate object, her sense of self-preservation kicked in and played dead. “Please don’t notice me, go away, go away, no one left here to change into something, don’t look this way…” Nabiki kept chanting to herself.
Pausing for a moment, the monster seemed confused. Ami was watching all of this from her camera, recording everything and reviewing it in slow motion. Ami noticed how once everyone was down, the monster seemed to be lost or blinded. "Maybe it feeds and senses aggression. Perhaps that is why it only reacts to attacks but never attacks first. Maybe that is how it found its way here so fast. It sensed the battle and the anger between my new friends and my old friends. And now, that no one is in a fighting mood, maybe we are safe for the moment. Could that be it? Maybe,” she thought to herself.
As if it was a dog that got a sniff of some good food in the air, the thing looked out through the hole in the wall. It shambled to the wall and jumped down out of the hole, leaving the room quiet.
After a moment, Ami called out, “It is gone now, Nabiki.”
Getting up, Nabiki sobbed, “Oh Ranma, you big lug! And Akane! What will we do now? How can we stop that … that … whatever that is? I can’t fight and it is going through our best fighters like we were a bunch of disorganized school kids.”
“What did he turn into? I can’t see Ranma from here.” Ami asked.
Lying on the floor next to Nabiki was a pair of gi. One was white with the Jupiter symbol, the other was black with blue hems, and a red rampant horse blazoned on the back. Nabiki holds up the top to the Black gi.
“He’s a martial arts gi, like your friend Makoto.”
“Do you think you could wear him? He must be feeling isolated, lonely, and confused, deprived of all senses. He got Makoto’s abilities when he wore her, maybe you can get some of his?” Ami suggested politely.
“I A moan and a grunt came from where the two human senshi were laying on the floor. “What hit me?” Haruka grumped.
“Sorry, I think I did,” Rei answered.
“Rei, do you think you could try to put on Makoto? Ranma got hit and well …” Ami trailed off.
Nabiki muttered some curses, “Come on Ranma, and stop being a prude. How can I walk around if you refuse to stay one me?”
Nabiki’s trouble stemmed from the fact that any time she pulled the pants up or tried to wrap the top around her torso, the gi would always undress itself and seemingly shy away from touching her. Even when she tried to hold the top closed with her hands, it would billow out from her chest. This did not provide any adequate coverage and had there been any guys in the room, Nabiki would have been even more ticked off about Ranma’s shyness.
“Fine then!” Nabiki screamed. Nabiki was royally pissed now, and in her fit of rage, threw the gi into the nearby fountain, getting the gi wet. To everyone’s amazement, the gi suddenly turned into a dress. The dress even seemed to pale in color, as if it was mortified. Grabbing the dress, Nabiki threw it on and held the dress so it could not come off her. She then stalked to the bathroom and threw hot water onto the dress from the furo’s tap. Once more a gi, it quickly yanked itself off of Nabiki only to have her splash it with more cold water. Once more a dress, Ranma was manhandled onto Nabiki’s body. Using the hot water again to change the gi back repeated the cycle. This time, however, when Nabiki hit it with cold water and roughly yanked it back on, the dress seemed to settle into place, as if in defeat. Smirking, she once more doused the dress with hot water.
“I knew you would see things my way eventually,” Nabiki deadpanned.
Walking back to the others, Nabiki noticed how loose and roomy the gi felt no matter how tight she cinched it. “At least I am decent,” Nabiki thought to herself. “Ranma, if I didn’t trust you to not be a pervert, I would not have put you on,” she whispered softly in a sigh, knowing Ranma could not hear her.
Entering the room, Nabiki noticed the quizzical looks her wet clothes earned. “We … came to an agreement,” the girl said.
“I understand, Makoto seemed unhappy to have lost a guy to hold. Somehow she knew I was a friend though and did not put up much of a fuss. Maybe it is my fuku I am wearing that clued her in,” Rei replied while giving Nabiki a sympathetic look.
“Now what do we do?” Nabiki asked while picking up the mallet that was her sister Akane.
“A very good question,” Ami said, “We could …”
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