“Um ... excuse me?”
Ranma looked from his bunk to the bars of his cell. “Yes?”
Before him was a small girl, about three to four years younger than himself if he had to guess, with shoulder length dark purple hair, purple eyes, holding a tray of food. “Um ... I brought you something to eat.”
Nodding, Ranma went to the small slat within the cell door that allowed her to serve him the food. “Thank you, miss. I was starting to get a bit hungry.”
It was at the door that Ranma took a better look at the girl. “Um, are you okay? You look a little sick.”
The girl blushed a bit, surprised that someone was paying attention to her. Usually, they ignored her in favor of the more developed girls. “I ... I ... I’ve always been like this.”
Ranma nodded, setting his tray off to the side, as he looked her over.
Now it should be known that before the new fiancée fiasco had befallen him, and before Kasumi Tendo had run off with a ‘commoner’, said commoner had been one of Ranma’s better teachers, getting him to learn a lot in the field of what humans would call Eastern medicine, which included pressure points, chi, and the assorted uses. “I think I can help you with that.”
“Really?” she asked happily.
Nodding, he motioned towards the bars. “But I’ll need to be able to touch you, and I’m afraid these bars won’t allow me that.”
Hotaru sighed. “But I’m not supposed to let you out. They’ll get mad.”
Nodding, and not exactly wanting to escape—not that he was going to tell them that—he held up his hand. “I, Ranma of the House Saotome, do hereby pledge that for the span of the treatment until you lock this door again, I shall not leave it or escape from your custody.”
Ranma then blinked. “Um ... what’s your name?” he asked sheepishly.
Smiling, the little girl bowed. “I’m Hotaru.”
Walking down the corridor towards the brig, the Killer Bunny—a.k.a. Usagi of Selenia—made her way towards the prisoner to interrogate him, with a few of her bridge crew with her. There was Haruka, Minako, and Ami. “Um ... how do we interrogate people again? I’ve never done this before.”
Ami continued to look at a datapad, trying to get the necessary information from the ship’s computer. “We do have to follow certain guidelines,” she said. “If we don’t, then we might attract undue attention from those who might see us as a ‘need to kill’ target.”
“Just threaten to toss the little royal jerk into space if he doesn’t help,” grumbled Haruka. “Either that or threaten to cut off his ‘little prince’ with a laser saw. That usually brings the upper class assholes down a peg.”
Seeing the horrified looks on her friends’ faces, Haruka paused. “I didn’t say we actually had to do that, just threaten to.”
They were about to retort when the bulkhead connecting their hallway to the brig opened up, releasing a long drawn out moan.
“Eeeeek!” cried Usagi. “He’s captured poor Hotaru and is having his way with her!”
Rushing towards the cell they had set up for the wayward royal, they paused, guns ready to ‘rescue poor Hotaru’, gasping in surprise.
Hotaru was not being abused or any such thing. She was currently lying on Ranma’s bunk, face down, nude except for a small sheet covering her lower half, as the man’s skilled hands finished a healing massage. “Oh yeah,” she groaned again, “right there.”
Nodding, Ranma continued to work on a very strained muscle group, having finished earlier with the ‘fixing’ of Hotaru’s body. With any luck, his earlier ministrations would have her pain free, a larger appetite, and most likely a great increase in her growth within the next few weeks. Now he was just helping her relax. Apparently, she did a lot on the ship to feel useful, and her body was showing massive signs of strain.
“Hotaru?” asked Usagi.
“Hmm,” she all but purred.
“Are you ... okay?” she asked.
Hotaru nodded. “Oh yeaaaaaaah,” she purred, almost melting into a puddle. “I’ve never felt better.”
“You need to go easy on yourself for the next few hours,” said Ranma. “If you can, I recommend a nice hot soak, followed by a nap.”
“Whatever you say, Sempai,” she murmured.
“I’m next!” yelled Minako, jumping up and down in excitement. It had been ages since she had last had a handsome man give her a full rubdown—though they never wanted to give her a ‘happy ending’. She had heard of it, no one would explain it to her, but they would never give it to her.
Haruka sighed. “This isn’t happening.” You were not supposed to go into the prisoner’s cell and get a massage. It just wasn’t done.
“Me too!” chimed Usagi, getting behind her friend.
It was all Haruka could do to not pull her gun at that moment and shoot someone.
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