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| Ozzallos | Jul 7 2009, 08:34 AM Post #1 |
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For the last time, yep, it's rough. Ribbed for your pleasure, in fact. I do half this stuff at work, and editificatory technique is a secondary concern. Other than that, enoy ![]() Malcanthet studied the black haired, blue eyed boy sitting across from her. He was very handsome, though she had seen better. He was also well built for his age and that was fine. She took young ones routinely as a diversion his body spoke of endurance. This one was different from her usual... sustenance in many ways, however, the first and foremost being in the fact that he was off limits per Hild-sama's word. That alone was more than enough to pique her interest in the boy she had come to know as Ranma Saotome. There was also the fact that he was male and not yet in her bed; at very least not in any compromising position whatsoever with her. In fact, he was doing his very best not to look at her and when he did, it was always in the eyes. It had been fifteen minutes of small talk so far and very rarily had his eyes drifted below her neck and when they did, always snapped back up or away from her person. Even now he was sitting on the cushioned lounge across from her, twiddling his thumbs and trying desperately to look relaxed. When she had asked what all this was about, Hild's cryptic response was "you'll see," and now she did. He was a tightly wound coil; unhealthly so unless she missed her guess. Sure she was the Queen of Succubi and yeah, most boys his age would be messy puddle of lust by this point, but Hild's Ranma was in control. Complete control. Obsessive compulsive, high stress control. The child needs to relax, the demoness frown mentally, then smiled. Hild said not to seduce the boy, but never said anything about loosening him up... The Succubus flexed her aura, alowing lust to snakes across the space on lines of power toward her quarry. The arcs were completely invisible to the naked eye and she was powering them at less than a fraction of their true potential, but once they made contact... Malcanthet chuckled as the the first one touched the fuzzy outline of his aura. That ought to-- Ranma's head snapped up and the blue eyes suddenly focused on the woman across from him with a frown. The Succubi queen blinked at the boy as she watched his aura reject the string of power and contract into a cohesive barrier. A second and third line of lust attempted to make their own connections, but skittered harmlessly off the shell of lifeforce like the first. Malcanthet stared with the rejection and Ranma watched nuetrally, as if to comprehend the event himself. "What was that?" It was easily the first direct question he had asked of her, confirming for the Queen beyond a shadow of a doubt that the reaction was far more than unconsious reflex. Malcanthet considered the matter further, briefly toying with applying more power and forcing entry into the boy's aura, but decided against as quickly as the idea had surfaced. One, there was Hild's mandate to consider. A trip to The Crimson Spires would not be a welcome one. Second... Second the boy was interesting. She was beginning to see why there was talk floating around concerning Hild's facination in this boy... And girl, she appended mentally, having yet to see his transformation. "An aura technique," The demoness stated matter of factly, hoping the admission would in turn lead to a viable avenue of conversation. "In all honestly, I was just trying to get you to loosen up." "Using lust chi?" Ranma arched an eyebrow, eyeing the barely clothed woman lounging across from him doubtfully. What portion of her curves that were covered were done so by the thinnest of purple silk and strips of leather, leading the Saotome to wonder if she and Hild shared styling advice while mentally trying to distance himself from them. The meter and a half curvature of the horns arcing from her forehead hadn't gone unnoticed either, but this was hell and they were all but the norm for everybody he had met so far. Behind her smile, Malcanthet notched another point of respect for the boy staring at her in open curiosity now. Not only had the consciously manipulated his own aura, but now correctly identified hers. "Correct. Lust is the primary magical catalyst of a Succubus, after all." Magical lust? The only parallel Ranma could draw off the top of his head was Happosai, but whatever she was doing with it felt far purer than anything the old letch put out. It lacked the utter sense of violation he exuded through his very presense, especially when trying to attatch himself to his female body. Ranma shivered with the memory and shook his head. "Not that I mind the thought, Malcanthet-chan, but I'd appreciate ya not doing that again." "Of course," She smiled gracefully while noting the cold shiver that almost imperceptively wracked his body. The clues she had followed like breadcrumbs through their interactions so far hadn't been positive ones and she was beginning to understand the full portent of why the ruler of Hell was asking her to spend time with the boy. The why behind that, however, was still a mystery. "Then what else do you like to do to unwind?" She asked with a suggestive lilt. Ranma opened his mouth and Malcanthet immediately stopped him with a playful tisk. "Besides martial arts?" "Um... Eh..." Ranma's thumbs began to twiddle again and the Succubi Queen arched an eyebrow. "Oh come now," She prodded. "There must be something ...either that or you have a lot of free time on your hands." "Free time... heh." It was a chuckle, but not a happy one by the demonesses estimate. "I wish." "Hmmm, then how about as a girl?" She continued, attempting to map away around the boy's defensiveness. Ranma began to squirm, and she sighed. "Really, there must be something." The boy hesitated further and Malcanthet shook her head, sensing Ranma's unease. The child was tightly guarded, as if letting the details of his life slip would spell certain doom. "Nothing you say leaves this room, Ranma-kun. Not only do you have my word as Queen of the Succubi, I can assure you Hild-sama has already would be most unpleased if our chat fell to gossip." Ranma cocked his head and she watched as his posture loosened slightly at the mention of the Daimakaichô. That in itself was a wonder, as the mention of her Emminence usually inspired the exact opposite in people and demons alike. What are you to Hild-sama, child? Malcanthet asked herself, now very curious as to there interaction. Hild clearly favored the boy, favor that bordered on protectiveness unless she missed her guess. He, on the other hand appeared completely at ease with the Grand Demoness. It could all just be a game, she acknowledged silently. Hild was fond of them and it wouldn't be the first time she strung along a mortal for her amusement. Or strung demons along, for that matter, the Succubus Queen thought with a frown. "I guess icecream," Ranma volunteered hesitantly, still wary around the shapely demoness. "Like ta spend time with Hild-san." "Indeed," Malcanthet arched an eyebrow. Spending time with the Daimakaichô as tops on his recreational activities. How quaint. Still, Hild had requested she get to know the boy on something other than an intimate relationship, so get to know him she would. "I know Hild-sama to be quite a busy woman and one can only eat so much icecream, so what, pray-tell, is occupying the rest of your time?" A sheepish silence met her inquiery, so she pressed the question further. "Let me guess... martial arts?" "One way or the other..." Ranma grumbled, giving the succubus her first real clue to leverlage. Even so, it's like pulling teeth, she acknowledged, reading his body language like an open book. You can talk to the Grand Demoness of Hell, but not succubi such as myself? You are a martial arts obsessive, but that last response... The Queen mulled over the facts that had presented themselves so far and decided on a different tack. "May I induldge in a bit of curiosity, Saotome-kun?" "Uh, I guess," He shrugged, unsure what to expect of the demoness at this point. "May I see your female form?" Malcanthet was instantly rewarded by a brief flash of uncertainty that rippled across Ranma's face and knew at that point she was on the right track. The uncertainty was gone almost as quickly as it had appeared and the black haired teen affected indifference. "Sure, why not." She watched as Ranma's eyes unfocused with slight concenteration and the boy melted away, adding curves and subtracting height. A redheaded teenage girl in red and black silks sat before the Succubus less than a second later. Malcanthet couldn't help but to smile and Ranma frowned. "What?" "Gorgeous!" The Succubi Queen rose up to her full height of nearly two meters, her barbed tail swishing excitedly as she circled the sitting girl. "Absolutely gorgeous. And quite exotic. The red is natural, is it not? Stand up! let me have a full look at you." Ranma blinked under the torrent of compliments, but stood up regardless. "My, you would make an absolutely fabulous succubus if Hild-sama were willing!" "Uh, thanks," A somewhat stunned Ranma watch as the woman circled her, studying her body and its detail. "Is that a good thing?" "Of course it is, girl," Malcanthet nodded amiably. "Once your growth spurt hits and you add a few more inches... Quite a devastating form. How did you come across it?" The Succubi queen watched as pure annoyance found its way to the redhead's face. "Old man's fault. Took me to Jusenkyo, got me kicked into one of the springs." "And whatever falls in assumes the form of that which last drowned there," Malcanthet nodded, retaking her seat and motioning for Ranma to take hers. She did and the queen continued. "Though I'm quite surprised that it is still in use... I thought humanity had taken an aversion to the site." "Old man couldn't read chinese," Ranma snorted with equal parts humor and irritation. "Thought it was a martial arts training ground." "Ah, the language barrier," Malcanthet nodded sympathetically. "Things just haven't been the same since Babel, you know." Ranma didn't, but the woman was continuing before she had time to think on it further. "So how have you been adjusting to your other self?" "Ain't so bad these days," Ranma shrugged and this time true nonchalance shown through in the gesture, not the manufactured front. "Used to be a real pain in the ass, especially around my old man. 'Girls are weak' this. 'Cry like a woman' that. Was kicking his ass just to get him to shut up, y'know?" Malcanthet smiled and listened. Most of all, she watched as Ranma expounded on the short comings of her father and the reactions of strangers to the curse upon seeing it for the first time. The first and formost thing that came to her attention was that the girl was actually talking. The wariness was all but gone. Second, she was more relaxed, leaning back into the cushions as if the entire sectional belonged to her. The transformation... The Succubi Queen thought on the matter, inserting herself into the conversation every now and then to keep the girl talking while she herself gathered more information on just what made Ranma tick. The change itself isn't the cause... But it is the catalyst... Why, child? "Moron engaged me to more women than I can count," Ranma continued her vent while the Queen listened. "I think Nabiki counted ten at one point, but only four of those really hang around--" Malcanthet's thought process latched onto the piece of information greedily. "Ten, you say?" "Ten," Ranma confirmed. "And half of them have guys all pissed off that their girls like me." "Just desserts if they cannot maintain the attentions of their females, I say," The woman shrugged in simplistic succubi logic. Ranma nodded vigerously, slapping a fist into her open hand while missing the thrust of thought ever so slightly "Exactly!" The martial artist agreed heartily. "Ain't my fault they can't do their job, but damned if they don't take it out on me." And now we're getting somewhere, the horned woman noted with anticipation. "Would it be safe to assume that your father, being a martial arts obscessive, was engaging you into martial arts families?" "Yep," Ranma confirmed with a roll of her blue eyes. "Half the chicks are violent tomboys and the other half are just crazy." "I think I'm beginning to see where this is going," Malcanthet nodded, stroking the curved lenth of her left horn in thought. She mulled over it for a split second before acting on the theory that was beginning to take shape. "Oh, you can shift back now if you wish." Ranma did so without a second thought, the girl washing away into a taller balck haired boy, who continued with his tale. "That was part of the problem I guess. Never used to have these problems before the curse and afterward... it was like the entire goddamned world began to cave in on me. I mean, never had to deal with megalomaniacal kidnappers before Jusenkyo, y'know? Kinda blamed it all on the curse." "I'd imagine it'd be a rude surprise," The temptress nodded agreeably and subtly began to shift the focus of their chat. "So, do any of these fiancees interest you? Or perhpase their suitors?" "Well, they're all good looking, if that's what you mean," Ranma replied without a thought. "Violent, but there's nothing wrong with any of them except for the fact that I'll screw myself over even hintin' I like one over the other." The paused, adding a curious blink. "Suitors?" "Of course," Malcanthet smiled. "The men pursuing your females." "I..." Ranma's mouth suddenly went dry as he comprehended the full portent of her words. "That's not... I'm not..." "Were it I, I would certainly be using both forms to their best advantage," The demoness added evenly, doing her best to insert the thought as merely a fact and nothing more. Ranma fought the twitch off his cheek and stared at the woman. It was an all but outlandish suggestion, save the fact that he had heard it before and from somebody he trusted implicitly. That realization in turn chained with the entire incident with the clones and his train of throught turned in an entirely unexpect direction. Not everybody thought that her body was a freak of nature, and if it wasn't a freak of nature... Hild had showed her it was something to have fun with, which taken to it's logical conclusion... Ranma shook himself out the deep mental contemplation as the succubus continued. "But that is neither here or there. Back to the original question, do you have a preference among the females?" "Well, yeah, about that..." ---------------- "How is it going in here?" Hild strode into the the Succubi Queen's lair half an hour later, pleased to find a male Ranma plesantly chatting with Malcanthet over tea and cakes. "Has Malcanthet-chan invited you to her bed, yet, Ranma-kun?" "Eh," Ranma's face pinkened as he stood up, giving the Daimakaichô all the confirmation she needed. He faultered, but recovered with an indifferent shrug. "She was nice about it though. Better than Shampoo." Malcanthet giggled, having heard all about Shampoo's antics over the last hour. Granted, she could do things that would make the Amazon's tactics look absolutely mundane, but a girl needed more in her arsenal than the fiancees singular "smash and grab" tactics. Besides, Ranma was nice campany as he.. and she was. The bed could wait. For a little bit, at least. "Very good," Hild approved with a smile, walking up to the sitting demoness and patting her on her black mane of hair. "That means we can skip the trip to the spires!" "Eh heh heh heh!" The queen's smile suddenly weakened with the reminder. "Don't worry, Malcanthet-chan," The grand demoness consoled her. "Should Ranma-chan decide to bed you, I'm sure you'll be the first to know." Ranma suddenly choked on the ultimatum and Malcanthet's cheek began to twitch as she realized just how well she had decided in not seducing the boy further. She was Queen of the Succubi. Had been for the last one thousand five hundred years and change. She had seduced the greatest men in mortal history... Bent women of every race to her sexual whim. And in all that, Hild had just informed her she was this child's plaything. It wasn't a horrible fate by any stretch of the imagination considering where she called home, just... sobering. irritating to be sure, but sobering none the less. "Get enough of that as it is," Ranma sniffed with a faint edge of amusement, surprising Malcanthet with the feminine lilt of her voice. She looked up to indeed find Ranmachan had shifted during her introspection, leaving the Succubus to wonder why, exactly. A wider smile found it's way to the redheads face "Speaking of which, should probably be getting back. Thanks for the food, Hild-san! Good to meet you Malecanthet-chan." "And you," Malcanthet nodded, still somewhat wary of the entire setup. "My pleasure," Hild smiled back, holding a posied hand up. "Ready?" "Yep!" "Off you go, then." Hild snapped her fingers and the girl disappeared in a plume of fire and smoke. Malcanthet watched the Daimakaichô look upon the now vacant spot fondly for another moment for subtely gaining her attention. "Hild-sama... If I may ask..." "Walk with me," Hild ordered, her tone plesant but unyielding. The Succubi Queen was not about to refuse, nor would she have had there been a choice. The entire situation was intriguing to say the least. She followed her the Grand Demoness from her lair and into a long arched hallways tiled in blood red with black marble. "Ranma-chan has a great many issues in her life as I'm sure you have noted, issues which I would like to play some small part in their resolution." Their combined heels clicked down the hallway in time as Hild continued. "Of course, her gender dysphasia is almost central to all of those issues. I have my own theories, but I would like your observations." Suddenly her role became quite clear and Malcanthet nodded, falling into it. "As a male, he is quite guarded, no doubt due to his uniqueness... though I wasn't aware Jusenkyo allowed one to opt out of its curse." "Oh, I did that," The Grand Demoness waved the observation away as inconsequential. "Please, continue." The admission casued Malcanthet to mentally stumble, but continued as requested. "Pressure on his male aspect is all but crushing him unless I missed my guess, though part of that is self induced. He could undoubtably solve most of his problems by a loosening his moral code... And screwing those silly girls that follow him around senseless, of course." "As I have mentioned myself, if I recall," Hild's smirk matched the succubus' own mischevious smile. It held for a second before lapsing into neutral concern. "I doubt, however, his moral code will be open to revision until something breaks." "And it will break." Malcanthet add her confirmation. "Too many conflicting obligations pulling in to many divergent directions. The only reason he hasn't snapped yet, I would surmise, is because of you." The clicking of heels stopped and it took another step for the succubus to realize it was Hild that had actually stopped. "Indeed?" "While I would hesitate to pry into your relationship," The Succubi Queen hedged, unsure of the conversational ground she walked. "It is obvious Ranma-kun thinks highly of you. He... She specifically singled out your time together as an outlet beyond her passion for martial arts. I would further say that Saotome-kun is using his female aspect as an outlet toward the pressure inflicted on his male aspect, facilitated by your activities." Hild held a throughful counterannce for a moment before slight smile found her face and continued her walk. "And your observations toward that end?" Malcanthet hastend to follow, continuing her report. "Once it became obvious that his female aspect wouldn't be under threat of attack by myself, Saotome-kun opened up to me readily, a trait that transmited back over to his male aspect. If I had to guess, he was using his female aspect as a litmus test and if one passes that, he would let down his guard as a male." "Which would follow with some of the basic interactions in Ranma-chan's life to date," Hild agreed. The Daimakaichô thought on the matter a bit more before continuing. "I will make a request of you Malcanthet-chan; a request because an order- even under threat of punishment -will not work for what I have in mind." "Um, of course, Hild-sama..." The Succubi Queen all but boggled, unsure where her leader was going with the topic. Granted, she would be stupid to refuse the leader of hell itself, but the fact that she was even being given a choice counted for something. It's as if she were treating Saotome like... "I would like Ranma-chan to have some semblance of family," Hild outlined with a warm smile. Malcanthet stared. "An unoffical older sister as it were. Somebody besides myself he can turn to for advice and trust." The smile widened somewhat. "A side benefit will be his continued interaction with you and the other succubi; at her discretion, of course. Inform the girls that she not to be fed on." "As... as you say, Hild-sama." Malcanthet agreed, still somewhat stunned by the turn of events. "But back to the topic at hand, I agree Ranma-chan needs to loosen up," Hild switched conversational tracks once more as they continued their walk. "While I have no doubt as to your abilities to do so in the most plesant manner possible, it is not something I believe him to be mentally ready for at the moment." "Agreed," The demoness affirmed. "I get the impression that Saotome-kun would require a subtle hand to bring to that point." "Exactly," The Daimakaichô nodded with a rare pang of guilt, failing to add that she had once been ready to use that her selfish advantage. "That doesn't change the fact that she will need a respite from the stress of her life. She needs options until she can express her needs in a more direct fashion." "Options," Malcanthet hummed, thinking on the matter. A grin slowly spread across the Succubi's face. "I think I have just the person." --------- If you were one of the 6 viewers in the first hour, I like this scene wrap-up better. Edited by Ozzallos, Jul 7 2009, 10:41 AM.
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| Dumbledork | Jul 7 2009, 02:20 PM Post #2 |
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DAMN!! Oh well. Probably not important. Hmm... what should I say from the usual 'ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT'? I don't know. I absolutely love it. |
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| GreydonCreed | Jul 7 2009, 03:00 PM Post #3 |
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Hmmm
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Excellent as usual, Ozz. Who would have thought that Ranma being led down the primrose path by a succubus would be a good thing? And of course, we are curious as to who Ranma's newest 'option' as assigned by Hild and Malcanthet will be.
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| Saotendo | Jul 7 2009, 03:41 PM Post #4 |
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As one of the six, I like this better also. And must say, I don't see Mara being the option as she has a set role already and she's not a succubi. But it will be interesting to see who is assigned. Glad to see you posting again Ozz, was going thru withdrawal pains as there is a definite lack of quality Ranma-chan fiction being written. IMHO. |
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| WarGiver | Jul 7 2009, 03:48 PM Post #5 |
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Heh agreed well done. Especially with the queen of the succubi being demoted to sex toy status for Ranma, not that he "really" understands I think. He knows Hild, or thinks Hild will not pressure anything at this point so he might think it a joke. heh |
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| Happerry | Jul 7 2009, 04:23 PM Post #6 |
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I love this story, thanks for updating it. |
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| spooky316 | Jul 7 2009, 05:18 PM Post #7 |
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Peachy Keen!
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For some reason I'm thinking it's going to be Morrigan, even though that would be adding another cross. |
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| Eternity | Jul 7 2009, 05:49 PM Post #8 |
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Have to admit your taking this down an intresting path, looking forward to seeing more from you |
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| Ozzallos | Jul 7 2009, 08:38 PM Post #9 |
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Already mentioned morrigan in a previous chapter. She's playing with Hellsing. No, the match will not be another Succubi. Thanks for the encouragement thus far. I'm on a roll here, so off with your snippet. -------------- "And I told you, it ain't my fault they're talking!" Ranma protested as he kept pace with a fuming Akane Tendo. "One of the others must have let it slip." "Slip. As if," Akane shook her head grumpily, studiously avoiding eye contact with her part time fiancee. "We might as well be married according to the gossip at school." "Look, if you're gonna blame somebody, blame the other girls," The martial artist rolled his eyes as the pair made steady time away from the school and the twittering speculation behind them. "Hell, blame your sister. She probably sold the information to half the campus." "Don't go trying to blame my sister for this," The youngest Tendo sniffed contemptuously. "Don't forget whose mother gave it to me to begin with. And it wasn't even a real ring!" "Man, if you're this difficult now, I can only imagine what a real ring would do to ya," Ranma shook his head, expecting a reply in kind. Instead, silence met the swipe and he glanced over at the sulking girl. "Now what?" "Baka," She returned simply, staring at the sidewalk. "I would have like a real ring better." Ranma nearly stumbled. "You... you would?" "Of course I would, dummy!" Akane whipped around in protest. "What girl wouldn't?!" What girl wouldn't...? Ranma Saotome paused with the sudden outburst, analyzing the statement and coming to the wrong conclusion. "Well, shoot, if you want one that bad, I'll just--" "Not from you," Akane rebuffed the offer, sticking out her tongue. "So nyah!" "Like I wanted to get you one anyway," Ranma shook his head, barely understanding what had just occured. He thought they were okay, inspite of the storm of gossip they had walked into at school. He was laying odds on nabiki since she had already seen fit to inform Kuno and the other fiancees, but the means ultimately didn't matter. Once the student body got a hold of information, Akane was right... They were all but married in their eyes. Embarassing wasn't the word. The teen shook his head in exasperation. Morons. Even though they had left that particular fiasco behind at school, he still had the fiancees to deal with and that wasn't going to be fun. "Look, I'll catch up later," Ranma advised, causing Akane to pause in her own homeward trek. "Gotta talk to Uuchan." "About what?" The sister asked suspisiously. "'Bout Mom's house." Akane blinked. That was not what she had been expecting. Free food? Yes. Fiancee shinanigans? Definitely. Reconciliation of property damages? Decidedly no. Either way, she was very interested as to what the outcome would be between Ranma and his best friend turned fiancee. A tad eager, even. "I'll come along if you want?" "Sure, why not," Ranma shrugged and made the left where they would usually continue straight on to the dojo. Five minutes brought them within sighting distance of the store front, but even from several blocks away, the martial artist could tell something was amiss. School was out and given it's proximity to the campus, the Okanomiyaki establishment was almost alway spack. Today, it was dead. As if picking up on his throughts, even Akane had to admit her concern. "Ukyo has missed school for the past few days... I hope she's alright." Ranma likewise couldn't help but to wonder. "Guess it's not that bad, though. Ucchan's is still open..." "AGH! YOU MORON!" Ranma blinked as half the storfront imploded violently, ejecting a teenage girl clad in full kmono from the establishment, sending her bounding twice before setting to a stop. Ranma and Akane stared as the girl shuffled out from beneath the paper dividers, her black head of hair sporting Ukyo's trademark shiruken spatulas. "Konatsu?" The name caused the inattentive girl to eep as Ranma approached. "Aren't you that male kunoichi? What are you doing here?" "Er, welcome to Ucchan's!" The suprised neo-girl dipped into bow from her sprawl, greeting the pair hastily. She dusted herself off and led the pair into the establishment itself. It wasn't what either was expecting. The inside was just as barren as the outside, sporting a fine layer of on every horizonatl surface save the grill itself, which was equally barren. Ukyo stood behind the grill itself, looking nearly as lifeless as her resteraunt. "Gee," Akane started with a bland tone, looking around. "Have you changed the decore recently?" Ranma was a bit more to the point with his question. "Yeah, what's with the lack with the lack of customers?" "It's all because of this moron!" Ukyo turned from lifeless to glowering in an instant, laying the kunoichi low with a solid smack to the head. Ranma knew the boy dressed girl could take more than that, but she winced and grovelled pathetically at his best friend's feet regardless. "This jackass swears to keep the resteraunt open while I'm sick and what happens? He drives everybody off, instead!" "I'm so sorry, Mistress Ukyo!" The kunoichi whined, causing the mistress in question to relent slightly. "Maybe your customers are just used to the best," Ranma shrugged, causing the okanomiyaki master a faint smile before fading back into irritation. "Or maybe this idiot can't make okanomiyaki worth a damn," Ukyo grumped irratably. "Made the dough and sauce... All he had to do was slap it together on the grill." Akane turrned back to the kunoichi. "What kind of Okanomiyaki did you try to make?" "Well," Konatsu started, desperate to redeme himself. "I started with the dough Miss Ukyo prepared, added thirty parts water..." The cross dressing ninja hurried to show by example, spreading the dough out across the grill, the proceeded to add a single shrimp to the mass and a minute streak of sauce. "...Then sprinkled some toppings and doused it all with Miss Ukyo's special sauce!" "Um..." Ranma stared doubtfully, poking at the mixture that was neither doused or sprinkled. It was, in fact, little more than a swamp of saturated dough. It was almost as bad as Akane's cooking, save the fact that this creation probably wouldn't kill anybody. Meanwhile, Ukyo was voicing her own opinion on Konatsu's self proclaimed masterpiece with another smack up side the head. "I think I understand it," Akane shared her sudden revelation. "Konastu is probably cooking the way he did back when he was just a poor kunoichi..." "Ah, well then," Ranma scritched his chin, thinking. "Akane's probably right... Bein' the expert on bad cooking and--OW!" The Tendo's fist immeditely rebounded off of Ranma's skull before he could finish the sentence. "Nobody asked you!" "Uncute..." Ranma grumbled, but revised his statement. "What I was really sayin' is that we can help out, it if that's okay." "Better," Akane folded her arms with satisfaction. "You..." Ukyo forced down a cough that threatened to interrupt her moment of surprise. "You would help us?" "Ucchan, you definitely need some rest," Ranma stated with certainty, his original purpose for being there forgotten. "But don't worry about us. I'll make sure Akane doesn't cook." Another smack across the head ended any meaningful dialogue for the next five minutes, but once the youngest tendo's violent urges were sated, the three ushered Ukyo back up to her upstairs apartment and a strategy decided upon. The strategy consisted of cute females guaranteed to draw a male populace, even if the fact that two out of the three had been born a male was conveniently neglected. "Ready?" Ranma glanced left and right, seeing two determined nods as the crowd gathered to watch the preperation of extreme okanomiyaki by hot babes. Each babe bore her ingredience. Konatsu held the toppings while Akane had the dough, ready for distruibution. Ranma held a head of cabbage and two knives, ready for the assualt. She tossed the cabbage into the air, signalling the commensement of hostilities. "Do it! Ucchan's new Okanomiyaki speciality! The 'Three Cook as One' platter!" It was art. Toppings flew. Knives spun. Batter arced. And when it was all done, three perfectly constructed pies settled to the grill. Sadly, three more missed completely and the patrons took errant topping on the chin. Literally. "Let's get the hell out of here," One of the egg coated diners suggested and the diner began to empty inspite of the protests of a redheaded cook. Konatsu's and slid behind her back, pulling out a finger length cylinder of silver. Akane's eyes widened as the cap came off, revealing a sharp point of red. "Kunoichi delaying tactic: Crimson Storm!" The next moments were a blur as the genius kunoichi plied the each customer with gentle kiss, all but compelling the hormonally driven male patrons to return to their seats. "Is that really all right?" Akane tendo stared. Konatsu just kissed... "You're... a guy after all..." "The crimson storm is just a quick peck on the cheek," The kunoichi elaborated smugly. She may not have been the best cook, but she knew what she had and how to use it. "Men are so weak when it comes to that stuff." "Konatsu, way to go!" Ranma cheered, completely on familiar ground with the ninja's antics and lacking his fiancees hardwired gender bias. It was a tactic the redhead had practiced many times on the road and in nerima; a tactic refined by Hild into a truely devestating weapon. Egged on by opportunity and the presence of a somewhat kindrid soul, Ranma disappeared around the corner for a moment, reappearing in something with a high hemline and leaving nothing to the imagination in terms of the readhead's curves. "Now it's my turn." Akane Tendo's eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets as she caught sight of Ranma in what could only have been described as male diners wet fantasy incarnate. It was a pink and white stripped waiteress' uniform featuring an impossibly high skirt that hugged in all the right places. If the hemline didn't attract enough attention to her absolutely perfect legs, the high heels were guaranteed to in their sted. The youngests sister's cheek began to twitch as heels clicked out onto the reteraunt floor. "Wha... What are you wearing?!" "Wow, Miss Ranma!" Konatsu's face lit up cheerfully in presence of her sister in arms. "That's a cute outfit!" Akane was about to protest the redhead's smug counternace when a flood a male customers burst through the doorway, fueling her confidence further. Ranma put on her best smile and took to the spatulas, ensuring every move the lined up customers received was an eye full. "Hohohoho! I'll give you the best service you've ever seen!" She was speachless. Absolutely speachless. Akane tendo watched as their male customers threw money at Ranma all to willingly as she bounced to and fro, and the yongest Tendo couldn't help but to wonder if the redhead's statment concerning service held more than a singular meaning. She knew that her faincee harbored an ego the size of Japan, but this... Akane finally found her voice as Ranma served up another order. "This is wrong!" So very wrong, the statement echoed in her mind, and on so many levels. Anger took hold of her psyche as resentment boiled over. Two men are attracting more male customers than I am! With that thought, she finally burst. "I for one refuse to dress up in some skimpy outfit just to sell okanomiyaki!" "Who says we want you to?" Ranma turned away from her patrons with an indifferent expression. Finally around somebody who understood, she was tired of her fiancee's constant whining. they were here to help Ukyo. By any means nessisary. And so what if they were having fun in the process. Konatsu was. So was she, and that was a damn rarity in her life. If Akane wanted to take her ball and go home, that was fine. They were doing a damn fine job without her anyway. Ranma nodded to Konatsu, and both neo-girls gently sheperded the sister to the back where a stack of dishes awaited. "Konatsu and I will strut our stuff out there and you stay back here." Konatsu nodded happily with the sentiment. "Miss Akane, you can wash the dishes! Won't that be fun?" "A transvestite and a homosexual..." Akane's temper went critical as her femininity took one bruise too many. She whirled around with a container of hot dishwater, lining up with her targets. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?" Water spashed home and the result- A now male Ranma Saotome in a tight mini -was more than enough to clear the resteraunt of customers. Finding out Konastu was a guy was simply icing on the cake. ---------- The scene featuring Ranma and Konatsu's Okanomiyaki adventures can be found in Book 36, "Trying to Prosper (forcefully)" http://www.mangavolume.com/index.php?serie=ranma&chapter=ranma-388&page_nr=8 Edited by Ozzallos, Jul 7 2009, 08:51 PM.
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| spooky316 | Jul 7 2009, 08:47 PM Post #10 |
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Mmm, that was actually me, and I missed where you mentioned Morrigan earlier. (sorry) -Ozz
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| Dumbledork | Jul 8 2009, 12:20 AM Post #11 |
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Excellent snippet. But isn't a part missing? You went straight from hell to another school day. |
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| Ozzallos | Jul 8 2009, 12:54 AM Post #12 |
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I don't detail every hour that takes place usually, though I was thinking about Akane asking where Ranma was during lunch while she fended off a bunch of accusations or something. In either case, i don't consider it absolutely necessary. Last snippet of the night. ----------- That same Akane tendo winced as another metallic crunch was hear several hours later. She shook her head as another customer bit into their Okanomiyaki, only to find a five hundred yen piece imbedded there in. She shook her head as the customers' friends congratulated his good fortune while Ukyo all but cried from her position by the register. "I've had enough of this." Ranma arched an eyebrow with the statment. While it was something he could certainly sympathize with, there were still a few hours until close, they were bankrupt and Ukyo was still sick. A cheer erupted from the patrons as one found a thousand yen bill in his dish. The martial artist sighed. "Konatsu and I'll help Ukyo close up. You go on home." Akane eyed her supremely irritating fiance before simply nodding. Normally she would accuse the pevert of... Something. God knew she had enough material from just this afternoon to last her days, but after this particular day, all she had left in her was a simple nod, leaving the martial homosexual martial artist and transvestite kunoichi to their own devices. Ranma watched her go, frowning as the front slider closed. There were days when she was too cute for her own good... Today hadn't been one of those days and Ranma tilted his neck, cracking it to relieve the pent up tension while revising their strategy now they were down one player. I can cook. Not as well as Ucchan, but well enough to keep them afloat, he decided, looking over to the Kunoichi and his attempts to comfort Ukyo after learning they were literally giveing away their profits. Konatsu can service just fine. Just keep him away from the money... Ranma nodded mentally with what seemed like a sound strategy, which looked better now that Akane had decided to finally give up and go home. he was certain they could hold their own in the final few hours and without the tomboy constantly throwing a wrench into the works... Which leaves one final problem. Cash. Ranma's jaw clenched. While he wasn't a finacial genius, he did know without money to change, they were going to be hard pressed to make more money. Sure they would take in some profits, but... Just have to do what we can, I guess. "Konatsu," Ranma motioned for his attention and the Kunoichi bounced over to his side. "We gotta make something back for Ucchan before we close, got it?" "Definitely!" Konatsu stated, determinatine setting in the kunoichi's eyes. "I won't fail Miss Ukyo again!" Ranma nodded. "You got service. Don't touch the money, got it? I'll handle the okanomiyaki." "Got it, Mister Ranma!" The nin nodded. "Pour on the charm like you were doing earlier today," The martial artist directed, looking out at the patrons who where finally exausting their supply of free money. "Whith any luck, we can earn some of that money--" The door slid open once more and where Ranma was expecting another diner, a white haired woman strode in, instantly captivating the attention of the entire resteraunt. Even Ukyo blinked as the purple eyed beauty glided in wearing high cutoff shorts and a midriff white tank top. Men cleared a space for her at the counter and it took a moment for the owners brain to catch up with her recgnition of the woman. Her mouth opened to cuss the witch out, only to be prempted by another female voice. "Hild-san!" Ukyo blinked, instantly recognizing Ranma's female voice and even Konatsu stared as the redhead bounded over to her position along the grill. Ranma sure looked... happy? And when did he get splashed? "Guess it's my turn to treat you, huh?" "Hmmm, perhaps," The woman put a tanned finger to her lips, as if deciding. "It has been ages since I have had Okanomiyaki, after all." Ranma smiled. Actually grinned at the woman. Ukyo stared incredulously wondering when the last timne she had actually seen her fiancee emote something obeyond a confident smirk. "I ain't as good cook as Ucchan back there, but I can hold my own. On the house, of ocurse." "My ass!" Ukyo Kuonji had finally had enough, lurching up and fighting off a round of coughs in the process. Ranma twisted around to find her angery visage closing in on her. "You won't be stealing my Ran-chan, hussy!" Don't think I've forgotten what happened at the dojo!" "Dojo?" Ranma repeated, trying to remember just what had happened to piss off his oldest, best friend so badly. Hild supplied it for him. "Urd, child." "Urd?" Ranma wondered, then it hit him and her tone took on hint of distain. "Oh, Urd. Hey Ucchan, this ain't Urd." Ukyo hefted the combat spatula from behind the counter, bring it upright shakily. "And why should I give a damn if it isn't?" Ranma held up his hands, warding the girl away while interposing herself between the angry fiancee and an unflappably calm Hild. "Urd is the violent chick from the dojo. Say hi to her mom, Hild." That stopped the okanomiyaki mistress. the woman behind Ranma was a dead wringer for the one in the dojo, but... "Her mother? But she's only-- there's no way that--!" "I'll take that as a compliment," The tan woman smiled easily, turning back to the specials on the wall to ignore her entirely. "What do you suggest, Ranma-chan?" "Ucchan normal cooks up a mean special for me that ain't up there," Ranma jabbed a thumb back to Ukyo, who was still in a state of semi-shock. "i'll do my best, though!" "I'm sure you will child," Hild nodded and Ranma already had the batter ladle in hand, pouring the viscous white base onto the hot stove. Ukyo moved into the vacated space, eyeing the purple eyed owman carefully. "So you're...that woman's mother?" "Some days more than others, but yes," she replied plesantly. Ranma ducked back over, sliding a mug of steaming ocha to her with a happy grin,to which Hild inclinded her head gratefully before turning back to Ukyo. "She can be a tad impetuous at times, as I'm sure you've noticed." Yeah, something like that, Ukyo thought to herself before driving straight to the point. "Well she can't have my Ranma-chan." "Oh, ho ho!" Hild chuckled. Behind Ukyo the redhead flipped the pie without hearing their conversation. A mischevious glint found it's way to her eyes. "And what makes you think she's yours?" Ukyo opened her mouth to answer, but the shook her head, overriding the response she already knew the answer to. "Rhetorical question, actually. Suffice to say, my child and Ranma-chan disagree with one another on certain matters. Those matters do not involve any sort of marrige." "Damn right!" Ranma called outfrom over Ukyo's shoulder. "Though I can see why ya think so... She's nearly as violent as the rest of em!" Instead of being insulted by the critque of her child, the chef was surprise by the tanned woman's giggle. "Not all the time, of course, though that wasn't one of her better days." Ranma walked up, placing a steaming Okanomiyaki before Hild. "Doubt it's as good as that Italian place, but hope you'll like it." "Your skills in cooking are the least of my concerns, Ranma," She smiled back and Ukyo continued to wallow in their interaction. The Hild woman was certainly beautiful enough to be a fiancee, but their banter didn't carry a fiancee vibe... But there was still that immutable law of Ranma Saotome that she had grown accustomed too: If there was a female in his life, she was either trying to marry him or kill him; sometimes both at the same time and including herself. The woman sectioned off a piece of the okanomiyaki and savored it, makeing a damn near obscene show of rolling it around along her tongue before swallowing. The activity was wholey erotic and had captivated the attention of their entire male patronage. Ukyo took a paniced glance over to Ranma to find... ...a wide smile. Nothing close to the entranced expressions of the other males or even anything close to coveting. Instead, the grin widened. "Now who wants some of that?" The sedden clamor of orders nearly knocked her off her already unsteady feet. What the hell?! Her brain raced even as Hild acknowledged Ranma's dish. "Delicsous, Ranma-chan." "And Ucchan's better than me," Ranma nooded confidentally. "Speakin' of which, promised Ukyo I'd help her out since she's sick. Is it okay if I'm back and forth?" "Of course, child," Hild smiled lazily, glancing left and right to the company of teens around her. "I'm sure these gentlemen would be happy to keep me company." The gentleman in question were all but drooloing but all Ranma could do was laugh. Suckers, she labelled, knowing that the woman could more than handle herself and the bozos around her. She turned to get down to business. "Konatsu! Let's get to work!" Ukyo watched. It's all she could do. It was like she was in the twilight zone as Ranma interacted with this overtly sexual woman without batting an eye, where in other situations her fiancee simply froze up concerning anything approaching intimate. Any eyes that left her ultimately fell on Konatsu, who sucked up the attention like the sexy-cute transvestive kunoichi she was. Money flowed as a result. The resteraunteer watched for another few minutes and finally gave into the curiosity eating her alive. Ukyo turned back to the woman, who was already staring at her, as if expecting the question. "Who are you?" "Somebody who cares," That lazy grin found it's way to her face once more, but somehow, it held a slightly more sinster edge this time around. "Somebody who will go to great lengths to see Ranma-chan happy." That snapped Ukyo out of her haze of disbelief and she set back to offense. "Don't get any ideas, lady. He's my Ranchan." "Hmmm," Hild tilted her head her face reflecting amusement. It held for a moment before the woman rose up to her fully impressive height. A needling terror suddenly boiled in the chef's gut and she fought not to grovel for forgiveness at the woman's feet. "You would do well to forget this silly quest of yours, Ukyo Kuonji. I abide by you only because she holds you in favor, though there may come a day when she cannot... or rather will not. If that day should come, Miss Kuonji, I will be waiting." The smile had remained on her lips the entire time, but it was the eyes Ukyo couldn't tear herself away from. She heard the words and her own thoughts race behind the scenes, fueled by paniced terror. Somehow she knew in that moment this woman wasn't a fiancee.. And yet she was somehow a worse threat to her relationship with Ranma than any other fiancee could ever be. Suddenly, the terror fadded and the sinsterness faded from her eyes. "I'm glad we had this talk, dear. Ranma-chan?" Ranma's eyes suddenly snapped up from the grill she had been tending. "What's up Hild-san?" "May I ask a favor?" Hild pulled a letter from behind her back. The envelope was jet black, save a red wax seal pmelted across the seam. She place the envelope on the counter in front of Ukyo, continuing. "I have correspondence I would like delivered to a friend in upper Tokyo, if youwould be so kind...?" "Not a problem!" Ranma chriped without even asking the how or why Ukyo would have as she stared at the ominous black envelope. "Very well, then," She nodded, "Then I'm afraid I must take my leave. I'll leave it in Miss kuonji's care since your hands are rather...doughy at the moment. Any time next week is fine." Ranma stared at her hands with a chuckle, easily discerning the chunks of maliable dough and conceeding Hild's point. "I'll get it there! Night Hild-san!" "Good night, Ranma-chan," She smiled gently, then turned to her companions. "Good night, boys. I'm sure Ranma-chan and Konatsu -chan will take proper care of you." They teens nodded eagerly; malliable as the dough in Ranma's hand as Hild sauntered out the door. [uhg. messy on the spelling and grammar. worse than usual. Sorry. it's late.] Edited by Ozzallos, Jul 8 2009, 01:04 AM.
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| Wharpt | Jul 8 2009, 02:00 AM Post #13 |
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Ohh, this is good! A succubus psychiatrist is an excellent start and brings a whole new meaning to 'relax on the couch'! And having Hild show up just in time help Ranma is just great! More? Please? |
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| Dumbledork | Jul 8 2009, 01:10 PM Post #14 |
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HELL yes (and I mean it literally). |
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| biigoh | Jul 8 2009, 01:48 PM Post #15 |
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I thought that was Lilith...
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