He shrugged, and grabbed Nanami, running along behind the redhead as she kicked through another door. He was halfway down the hall before it occurred to him. "You didn't put on any clothes," he observed, trying to ignore the warm and jiggling bits in front of him.
"Didn't give me much time," Nanami grumbled. Sighing, she put an arm around Ranma's shoulder. "When you stop running, give me your shirt," she demanded.
"Okay," Ranma said, skidding to a halt next to Eiko as she paused before a pair of large yellow discs set into the floor. Setting Nanami down, he stripped off his shirt, leaving him in his tank top. Nanami pulled on the chinese shirt, while Eiko eyed him appreciatively. The girl shook her head after a moment, and stepped onto the disc, followed by the other teens.
A harsh updraft rewarded Ranma with intimate views of both girls' panties -- Eiko's white silk, and Nanami's black lace. He cringed automatically at the thought of the beating he was about to receive, while both girls ducked their heads in embarrassment. As luck would have it, when they all had their heads bowed, a sword swiped through the space where their heads had been, wielded by the ugliest woman Ranma had ever seen -- more musclebound than Lime, and half as pretty.
"Gaaaah!" he yelped instinctively, pushing Nanami and Eiko back. Well, Nanami, at any rate -- Eiko didn't seem to budge an inch. Actually, she budged a little bit, in the soft and squooshy... whoops. Ranma pulled his hand back and coughed, not quite meeting Eiko's face. She blushed darkly, and glanced at him before turning her attention to the musclebound amazon, who was counting the teens in confusion.
"Wait," the amazon said slowly. "You're not here to fight me?"
Both Ranma and Eiko opened their mouths to reply, but Nanami's mind was faster. "Actually, no," she said in a voice that spoke of confession. "We were looking for a little spot to spend some... quality time, if you get our drift. We just got lost."
"Oh," the amazon said quietly. "Can you prove it?"
"Sure can!" Nanami said cheerfully, striding to Ranma's side, and stripping off the shirt that Ranma had loaned her. She then eagerly kissed him, causing his hair to stand on end, and his pigtail to stick straight out. Not putting the shirt on, she sauntered to Eiko's side, and draped an arm over the redhead's shoulder in a familiar manner. "You know any good spots around here?"
"Urk," Eiko noised quietly.
"Um.... a few," the musclebound woman admitted cautiously.
"Anything about, oh, um, an elevator in a semi-private place? My friend here really likes the idea of that," Nanami offered cheerfully, winking.
"Ack," agreed Ranma.
"That elevator leads to the bridge," admitted the woman, gesturing to another disc on the floor. "If you're into that thing. There's an emergency stop button if someone summons the elevator. Works like a charm." She nodded, before a flash of guilt darkened her face. "Or so I hear," she amended quickly.
"I gotcha," Nanami said, nodding and winking at the woman. "Come on, dears, the elevator of love awaits us."
Acting more on automatic responses than thought, Ranma and Eiko piled onto the elevator on either side of Nanami, while the massive woman sighed. "Ah, young love," she mused.
"Well," Nanami said, dusting her hands together in a businesslike fashion. "That was easy."
"Um..." Ranma drawled nervously, coming back to his senses.
"Learn to talk your way through situations, Ranma-baby," Nanami offered, winking. "You were great too, Eiko-honey."
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(Posted Sun, 17 Nov 2002 16:33)
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