Ranma Does Nerima: Like Mother, Like Daughters [Episode 80153]

Kimiko Tendō entered the living room, a warm smile on her lips.

She was a beautiful woman of 35, with a head of curly brown hair and bright eyes.  A touch of make-up highlighted her face, and discreet earrings dangled from her ears.

Carrying a small handbag, she was wearing blue pants, rather thigh on her long legs and curvy bottom.  Her green top was equally figure-hugging; the chest seemed to have a hard time containing her assets.  She had left her heels at the door and walked barefoot in the room, an enticing sway to her hips.

Overall, a very attractive lady, and it was quite hard to believe she could be the mother of three.  Genma reflexively swallowed when he saw her.

“Kimiko-chan,” greeted Sōun, standing up, “I’m glad to see you back.  Do you remember my old friend, Saotome Genma?”

“Of course,” answered his wife, “how could I forget?  He was your best friend and a fellow student in the martial arts.”  Kneeling at the table between the two facing men, she politely bowed for the guest.  “How do you do, Saotome-san?”

“I’m fine, thank you,” responded Genma, trying to pry his eyes off of her cleavage.  ‘Damn, she has aged well,’ he thought, ‘Sōun is one lucky bastard.’  “I remember you, too.  You met with Tendō-kun in high school, right?”

That was the truth; Genma could picture the young girl she’d been at the time.  A dead-ringer for what her youngest daughter looked like now, including the long hair.  Just as cute as the latter, but no less sexy than today.

“That’s correct.  And you married Tanuki Nodoka, if I remember correctly.  How is Nodoka-chan these days?  I haven’t seen her in ages...”

Genma hid his sudden discomfort well, showing a stoic face.  “She’s... quite fine, thank you,” he said.  ‘At least, she was according to her last letter...’ he added inwardly.  He deemed unnecessary to mention that he hadn’t seen her since a dozen years, nor that it should better stay that way considering a certain contract and a certain Nyanniichuan curse.

“So, what bring us the pleasure of your visit?” pleasantly inquired Kimiko.

“It’s quite a reason to rejoice, indeed,” cut in her husband.  “Saotome-kun had brought his son Ranma with him so that he’d met the family...”

“Ho, truly?  How old is your son by now, Saotome-san?”

“The lad turned sixteen not long ago,” simply responded Genma, sipping from his cup.

“Yes,” excitedly continued Sōun, “which mean that Ranma-kun can now choose one of our daughters as his fiancée!”

Kimiko’s smile slightly frayed at the edges.  “Excuse me, dear... did you say... ‘iinazuke’?”

“Exactly.  It was a promise made between me and Saotome-kun, long ago, that if we had kids of the opposite sex we’d join the Tendō and Saotome Schools of Anything Goes Martial Arts by wedding our children,” triumphantly explained the Tendō father.

“Long ago... even before Kasumi’s birth, I guess?” questioned Kimiko, unnaturally calm.  When both men nodded, she asked her husband, “Honey, why did you never talk to me about that... or the girls for that matter?”

“Mmmh?”  Sōun blinked, putting down the cup of sake he was drinking.  “Oh, I didn’t want to bother any of you with that.  Not until Saotome-kun was here with his son to fulfill the promise.  My baby girls will be so happy to have a fiancé...” he concluded, beaming with pride, completely oblivious to the warning signs.

Kimiko sighed.  “I would still have liked you to tell me sooner, husband.  Like... I don’t know... maybe...

TWENTY YEARS AGOOOOO!!!”

Genma and Sōun jumped in fright, not only from the intensity of Kimiko’s furious yell, but also from the scary sight of her head inflating to giant size, her skin turning blue-gray, her teeth getting fanged, her tongue darting out like a mad snake, and her eyes glowing with a soul-piercing yellow light, while dark clouds of anger surrounded her.

If Sōun wasn’t be so busy whimpering in terror, he would be proud of his wife for mastering the difficult technique of the Tendō Demon-Head.

Genma wasn’t taking it any better than his friend.  Since he’s spent so long away from his wife, he wasn’t used any more to dealing with righteous, motherly fury.  Panicked, he wished he could find some cold water and turn into an innocent, cuddly panda.

“What the hell were you thinking, Sōun?!” continued the enraged wife.  She had deflated a bit, but wasn’t finished giving her husband a tongue-lashing, not by a long shot.  ”Our daughters don’t need us to pick their boyfriends!  And what can make you believe they’ll ever agree to marry the boy you’ve chosen for them?”

“But-But-But-“ stammered the trembling husband.  Trying to gather all he could of his dignity and courage (which wasn’t much) he managed to answer: “Th-They-They’re dutiful girls... they’ll understand that it’s for the good of the Tendō legacy of Anything Goes Martial Arts...”

“Oh, don’t make me laugh!” interjected Kimiko.  At least she wasn’t shouting any more.  “In these days and age... arranged marriages are just so... medieval!”

Genma, having regained a bit of his usual morgue, rudely stepped in: “That’s none of your concern, woman!  It’s the honor of our martial art schools at stake, something a mere female like you cannot even begin to understand...”

“What... did... you... say...?”

The old Saotome had to shut up when Kimiko directed her glare at him.  The coldest freaking glare he’d ever seen in his life.  Adding to that was her absolutely chilling voice, and Genma felt like he was freezing from head to toes, unstoppable shivers shaking his fat frame.  He thought he was about to loose control of his bladder when Kimiko seized him by the front of his gi and growled in his face.

“Those are MY babies we’re talking about!  It’s OUT OF QUESTION they’ll ever be forced into some unwanted marriage!  Do I make myself perfectly clear?”

“But darling...” unwisely pleaded Sōun, bringing back the fire on him.

“Don’t darling me!  They’re too young to be thinking about marriage, anyway!”

If there was one thing Kimiko Tendō would be adamant on, it was to spare her daughters from making the same mistake as her — getting pregnant and married before even finishing high school.  Although she loved dearly her husband and children, she was lucid enough to admit it has been hell having to face all those responsibilities so young.  She didn’t want her daughters to similarly waste their youth.  That’s why she’d insisted on them taking the pill regularly, as soon as they started to get interested in boys.  A luxury she never had herself.

“Kasumi is old enough...” tentatively pointed Sōun, not yet whipped enough apparently.

“Yes, she is.  And so?  She’s almost already wed to Tōfū-sensei, have you forgot?  You wouldn’t be cruel enough for wanting her to break up with Ono-san?  The poor man is completely smitten with her, he’ll probably not survive it.”

Now, Tōfū-sensei was certainly a son-in-law she could welcome in the family.  Not only the doctor was cute, nice and smart, but he had a good situation and an excellent reputation among his clientele.  He was also a trained martial artist, with a lot of stamina, more knowledge of special pressure points and erogenous spots than any man she’d ever known, not to mention of every position of the Kama Sutra, and he had a really kinky mind.  Why, he’d even succeeded in convincing Akane-chan to not turn her back altogether from boys!

Diverting her thoughts from the yummy suitor of her eldest, Kimiko announced with finality:
“I will never let my daughters marry someone that I wouldn’t personally approve of first!”