From: Donny Cheng 


Disclaimer:  All characters portrayed in story are the property of
Rumiko Takahashi and co.

This story takes place after volume 38 of the ranma manga and also
draws ideas from the anime.

This story, while NOT a lemon and NO real crass words are used, is
gratuitous.  You have been warned.

C & C welcomed.  Flames not.

                               Education

                                  By

                              Donny Cheng

        Ranma snorted noisily in reply to the teacher's not so gentle
prodding.  "I'm awake!  I'm awake!  What is it this time?  I handed my
test in early.  I should be able to do anything I want while everybody
else is still writing it."

        Hinako glared at Ranma, which made her even cuter if possible
rather than stern as she hoped.  The fact that Ranma did a random guess
on the multiple-choice test and still got an eighty percent just made
her angrier.  "Ranma!  We just got your grades from your junior high
school yesterday.  It looks like there was a course you didn't pass
yet.  Since you joined Furinken late in the school year, you also
missed it when they taught it here too.  If you don't want to be held
back another year, you're going to have to take the family planning
course."

        "The family planning course!?" Daisuke asked as he listened in
on Hinako's lecturing of his neighbor.  "You're teaching it instead of
Mr. Fuji?  Can I be a part of it too?  I didn't get a good grade on it
early this year."

        "Hey, that's not fair.  I want to be in too!" Hiroshi shouted
out as he also barged into the conversation, his test forgotten.  The
rest of the boys in class quickly joined in.

        Sayuri sniffed disdainfully at the childish behavior.  "Those
perverts.  They just want to see all the nudie pictures that comes with
the course."

        Akane glared at Ranma's innocent face.  "He's bad enough
already without temptation like that.  Look at him.  He's acting like
he doesn't even know what Ms. Hinako is talking about."

        Yuka glanced mischievously at Sayuri.  "You know what happens
after we learn about anatomy and all that?  We have a pretend family to
simulate what it really is like.  I wonder who Ranma will choose for
his wife?"

        Sayuri winked back conspiratorially and made as if she didn't
notice that Akane's face was now redder than an apple.  "Oh, that's
right?  I wonder who he'll choose?  You don't think he will choose one
of us, Akane, do you?  He'd make a wonderful husband don't you think?
I mean look at that body.  It's got to be good for something..."

        Akane blushed even further as Sayuri's voice trailed off
suggestively.  Like she would ever do THAT with him.  "I don't know who
he'll choose.  For all I know he would have picked Ukyo if she wasn't
sick right now."

        "Oh, well.  I guess there's more of a chance for us.  He's got
the cutest butt in the world," Yuka said admiringly as she looked
further down Ranma's body than was appropriate for decent schoolgirls.

        Akane quickly caught herself before she could follow Yuka's
example.  For a moment there, she had almost considered saying a biting
comment directed at her brown haired friend's words.  Why would she
have done that?

        Hinako decided that things were getting out of hand.  She
smirked as she brought out a coin.  In moments, the entire group of
lecherous males slumped down onto their desks, drained of their battle
aura.

        Now a full figured woman, Hinako's husky voice permeated
throughout the room.  "Now then.  I assume that with all that noise all
of you are done the quiz?  I will be collecting them now.  Please pass
them to the front of the row.  For your information, we do not have
enough time to redo the entire family planning section of this school
year.  But, I have been authorized to allow time to teach Ranma and
anyone that wishes to join in for one class, even though I am only your
English teacher.  Now, if there are no objections, I will begin."

        The rest of the girls giggled as they watched all the boys, but
Ranma, lie limp in their chairs.  Each of them too tired to move a
muscle.  Served them right for acting like such a bunch of lechers.

        Ranma blinked confusedly and wondered what the heck was going
on.  Family planning?  What in the world was that?

        Hinako closed the lights and began the rolling the film of an
old cheesy film that explained some of the basics.  She rolled her eyes
at the sound the giggling girls as they watched the male and female
actor begin the strip.  "Now, I will explain some of this as we go
along.  Family planning of course is about the decision between a man
and woman to start of a family.  Namely the creation of a baby."

        Didn't girls just have them when the right time came, Ranma
thought to himself.  Wasn't that what people called that time of the
month?  He watched with morbid fascination at the interplay between the
two people on the screen.  He stared in wonder as Hinako pointed out
the various names of body parts on the both of them.  He paid extreme
attention to one body part on the female and one on the male.  By the
end of the movie, a trickle of blood fell from Ranma's nose.

                               * * * * *

        Akane stomped out the door angrily with her two friends in
pursuit.  She just knew it would be a bad idea.  That... that pervert!
She could still remember the glazed look on his face as Hinako pointed
to more interesting areas of the female anatomy.

        Ranma watched worriedly at Akane's rapid departure.  She looked
angry.  Big time.  He was about to follow her when he suddenly found
himself bumped up against Hinako.  She stood right in front of him.

        "No.  You don't get to leave yet.  You have to take another
test to prove that you learned something and so that I can give you a
passing grade," Hinako said in a throaty voice that sent shivers down
Ranma's spine.

        Ranma found it hard to concentrate on what Hinako was saying as
two globes of flesh, barely contained by the spandex-like dress,
bounced in rhythmic fashion.  They seemed to dance a private dance all
for him.

        "Choose a desk and sit near the front of the room so I can
watch you.  I'll wait until you're done.  You have one half-hour and
please don't guess on all of them like you always do.  This mark is
very important.  Now the rest of you boys will... Damn, where did they
go?"  Hinako frowned as she looked around the class.  It was deserted.
They must have run out when she was occupied with Ranma.

        Ranma walked to slowly the front of the room careful not to let
his eyes stray.  What was the problem with him?  So what if he just
learned what that thing he had was for?  He frowned as he suddenly
found it hard to even say its name in his head.  His ears and nose
picked up Hinako's presence behind him.  For the first time in his
life, he cursed his powerful senses developed by his martial arts.  His
head felt dizzy as he drank in her perfume.

        "Ranma, here's your test.  Now be a good little boy and finish
it.  I'm going to go and get some candy," Hinako said in a voice that
would make any voice actor from a magical girl show green with envy.

        A chill ran through his body as Ranma turned his head around to
look at the now small and childlike teacher.  He felt as if a pail of
cold water had come crashing down on him.  He never felt such relief
and disappointment at the same time as acutely as he did now.  Sighing,
he turned and started filling out the question sheet.  He found it
surprisingly easy.  The fact that he didn't blink once the entire time,
from the moment he finally understood what that thing he had and that
thing a girl had was for, might have had something to do with that.

                               * * * * *

        "Nihao, Ranma!  Going home from school?  Must be hungry.
Shampoo make nice ramen for airen," Shampoo said as she glomped on to
Ranma.

        "Erk!" Ranma stared in horror at the Amazonian bombshell.  He
had deliberately taken another route and he still ran into her.  He
tried thinking of the anything but the softness of Shampoo's body
against his arm.  Sticking a martial arts kata into his mind, he forced
himself to think of the gracefulness of the form.  He relaxed slightly,
but then he did something that even he had say was stupid.  He actually
took a look at her.  "Shampoo, why aren't you wearing any pants?"

        Shampoo blinked.  "Shampoo wear this all the time.  It very
short dress.  No fight very well in longer dress.  Why Ranma ask now?"

        "Um... no reason," Ranma weakly replied as he his eyes
wandered.  Damn, her legs were long.  His eyes traveled along from her
slim ankle all the way up to the hem of her so called dress.  He knew
that if he bent a little lower and looked a little closer, he could
almost peak into the dress's dark recesses.  He gulped as his eyes
continued their journey up and over the skintight material up and over
her bountiful chest all the way up to her curious little face.  Her
expression caused her lips to form a small pout and displayed their
fullness.  All in all, not a bad sight to look at.  Not a bad sight
that is if you didn't have two fiancees and at least two girls after
your hide in more ways than one.

        "I... uh have to go.  I'll eat the ramen later," Ranma nearly
tripped himself as he vaulted atop the nearest house and ran for dear
life.

        Shampoo stood their stunned.  Ranma refused free food?  A sly
smile suddenly found its way into Shampoo's lips.  If she didn't know
any better Ranma was beginning to be attracted to her.  He was starting
to act like pig boy around girls.  Just wait until she told
great-grandmother.

                               * * * * *

        "Ohohohohoho!"

        Ranma froze.  He searched wildly around him.  Of all people,
why did it have to be her?  Already he could feel his flesh start to
form little bumps as his senses filled with her presence.  The smell of
Kodachi's particular brand of roses was all around him.  It always gave
him the jitters.

        "Ranma-sama?  Fancy meeting you here on this wondrous day."

        Ranma turned around and immediately regretted it.  He watched
as Kodachi flipped oh so slowly towards him.  First came the legs.  So
long.  So slender.  So bare!  It her current position, her arched body
caused the fabric of her uniform to stretch.  It left NOTHING to the
imagination.  He could see the pointed peaks from mounds that
surprisingly did not lay flat as she held that position.  Soon, the
rest of her body followed as she straightened out.  His interest grew
as the objects of his gaze started to fill out now that she was upright
again.

        "Hehehe, Kodachi?  What are you doing here?"  Ranma twitched
nervously as he tried to figure out an escape plan.

        Kodachi sighed sadly.  "I'm afraid I'm on urgent business.  I
need to have a few words with a victim, I mean, a rival of mine.  We
are going to have another competition at the school soon and I wanted
to make sure that she understands that I will not tolerate an unfair
match.  So, I will not be able to stay with you and chat."

        Ranma found himself able to breathe again at her statement.  He
hadn't even been aware that he was holding his breath.  "I guess I'll
catch you later."

        Kodachi nodded and made her way to her opponent's house, all
the while, laughing maniacally.  If she had turned around, she would
have seen a pair of eyes watching her the entire time.

                               * * * * *

        Ukyo coughed as she loosened her kimono a little bit more.
This summer flu was killing her.  Her entire body burned.  She frowned
as she looked at her flared up nose in the mirror.  Definitely not
Ranma's 'cute' fiancee today.  Maybe if she dressed nice, Ranma
wouldn't notice.

        She looked around for some clean clothes to please her fiancee.
Ranma promised to visit her today and she made sure that he would keep
it by offering him a free deluxe okonomiyaki.  She sighed as she
noticed that she was out of wrappings used to bind her chest.  She
never got used to buying bras, so she couldn't turn to them for
support.  Oh well, it was too hot a day for the binding anyway.

                               * * * * *

        A wave of relief washed over Ranma as he opened the door to
Ucchan's.  There was going to be absolutely no chance of running across
half dressed women in there.  "Hey, Ucchan.  I'm here."

        Ukyo smiled and waved back.  "Glad you could make it.  I'll
have your okonomiyaki ready in a sec.   !"

        Ranma rushed to Ukyo's side.  "Ukyo's you're too sick to work.
Why do you always insist on working when you're like this?  Konatsu can
handle most of the jobs now, if he doesn't try to cook anything fancy."

        The ninja nodded his head in their direction at the mention of
his name.  "I've already asked Ukyo-sama to lay down, but she insisted
on cooking you an okonomiyaki herself."

        Ranma guiltily looked at the steaming hot plate of food being
served to him.  What kind of friend was he if he needed to be bribed
before he would take the time to visit?  He tried to convince himself
that he would have came anyway if Ukyo wasn't offering a free meal.
Somehow he didn't quite believe in himself.  "Come on.  Let's get you
back into bed before you faint."

        Ukyo didn't put much effort into stopping the pigtailed boy
from leading her to her room.  Sighing, she leaned against him for
support.

        Ranma flinched.  A familiar feeling pressed against his arm.
Fearing the worst, he looked down and to his side.  The first thing his
eyes registered was the fact that Ukyo was a very healthy and nubile
young woman.  Well, other than the fact that she was sick.

The next thing he thought, was why the heck would he notice that in the
first place?  Slow on the uptake, his brain finally deduced that the
chef's outfit was not tied all the way to the top.  Not by a large
margin.  Also, she was not wearing her customary chest bindings.

        Ukyo turned her head up and looked into Ranma's slightly vapid
expression.  Oh no!  Was this damned summer cold catching?  "Ranma, are
you all right?  Here let me touch your forehead."

        "No, that okay, really," Ranma said with his hands held up as
if too hold her off.  Ukyo was not listening to his protests.  He was
suddenly aware of the position his hands would soon be in.  Quickly he
let his hands drop down to his sides as she walked up close in front of
him.  He had no where else to look as she held his head down to feel
his temperature.  This gave him an even better view than before.

        Silk shirts, he decided were not viable as clothing anymore.
The thinness of his Chinese garb did nothing to protect him from the
two jutting points that prodded into his chest.  He tried looking at
Ukyo's face and immediately looked down again.  Man, the look of
concern on any girl's face made him uneasy and guilty for some reason.
And so, all he could do was stare down into folds of the young chef's
uniform until Ukyo was finished.  Somewhere deep inside of him, the
word 'lunch' screamed out at him.

        Ukyo pulled away from Ranma.  "I think you might be a little
sick Ranma.  You should go home before I make it worse."

        Ranma line of sight broke as Ukyo moved to once again be at his
side.  His mind functioning once again he reluctantly agreed, "Er,
yeah.  I guess I better go.  Let me put you into bed first.  Don't come
out to the kitchen again, until you're better.  I'll watch over Konatsu
for awhile before I leave."

                               * * * * *

        Ranma seriously decided on cutting his eyes out and be done
with it.  Akane was right, he was a pervert.  He could still see Ukyo's
angelic face as she lay down on her bad and promptly fell asleep.

        She reminded him of the carefree Ucchan back in the old days.
But then, his stupid mind started to wander and he found that Ukyo was
a very sloppy sleeper.  He thought her shirt was opened too far before,
well it almost came totally undone as she slept.  The belt on her waist
kept her relatively decent.  All that was visible was the expanse of
flesh from her neck to her navel.  The folds of her shirt kept two
really interesting sights hidden but not the outer curves.  Her belly
button seemed to tease and wink at him.  That was when he ran to the
window, jumped out and ended on the streets again.

        "Sweeto!  What a haul!  What a haul!"

        "Stop!  Pervert!  Come back here you little troll!"

        Ranma's reverie was broken as the little pervert ran past him
carrying a huge bag of underwear.  A group of school girls he
recognized from Furinken also ran past him.

        "Ranma!  Can you help us catch him?" Sayuri asked as she and
Yuka came out of the crowd panting for breath.

        "Yeah, he's too fast for us.  When you do can you please make
sure my bra and panties are okay?  You can't miss them, I just bought
them yesterday.  They're blue and very lacy," Yuka said, describing the
nice lingerie she had foolishly decided to bring and show to her
friends.

        Sayuri closed her eyes as a rush of wind suddenly rised up
around them.  After the cloud of dust cleared and she was able to see
again, she noticed Ranma was missing.  "He's probably catching the
pervert, right now."

        Yuka nodded.  "I can't really understand why Akane says he's a
pervert or anything.  I mean he helps us girls chase Happosai all the
time and he always finds to time to help us sort out our underwear
after.  He's obviously much too in love with someone if sorting through
panties with a bunch of girls does nothing for him."

        Sayuri agreed.

                               * * * * *

        Do not think it!  Do not think of Yuka in a lacy blue bra and
panty!  D'oh.  Akane was right.  She was right all along.  He needed
help seriously, Ranma decided.  He better go home before he could get
into anymore trouble.  If any of his suitors knew what was going
through his mind, he didn't know of they would take advantage of it or
smack him.  Besides, he was getting kind of hungry again.  Kasumi would
have some snack for him before dinner.

                               * * * * *

        "Ranma, is very considerate isn't he," Nodoka said with a
certain amount of pride as she started tidying up the dojo where Ranma
no slept since she now shared Genma's room.  "Only seven pairs of
clothes, almost no belongings, and he still manages to make his room a
mess for me to clean."

        Kasumi smiled at Auntie Saotome's praise of her son.  "Yes,
he's very nice in that way, isn't he.  It's very hard too keep busy
when Father and Akane keep their rooms nice and tidy.  Nabiki doesn't
like it when I go into her room and clean up.  Akane also insists on
cleaning the dojo and the kitchen if she uses them, so that isn't of
much help.  I really don't like watching television all that much to
pass the time.  With Ranma, I can hardly stay still.  I just wish I
could do more to thank him."

        Nodoka nodded at Kasumi's agreement.  "I've noticed that you
fix at least one favorite dish of his every day.  I'm sure he's
grateful for that already.  If you feel the need to do more, why not
treat him as if he were a part of your family.  I've seen you take care
of Akane and Nabiki.  Ranma could benefit from your care also."

        Kasumi thought about that for moment before she smiled sunnily,
"I think I might just do that."

                               * * * * *

        "Oh, hi Kasumi!" Ranma called out as he entered the kitchen.
"What do you have for snacks"

        "Hello, Ranma-kun.  I have some rice cakes here.  Would you
like some?" Kasumi asked.

        "Yeah, they'll do."  Ranma closed his eyes as the taste flooded
through his mouth.  "I needed that after the day I've had."

        "Oh?  Would you like to tell me about it?  It might help if you
talk about it."  Kasumi gestured for Ranma to sit down.

        Ranma thought of saying no, but then decided against it.  He
didn't want Kasumi to be upset.  "It's not really anything.  Just some
stuff I learned in school today.  Family planning and all that."

        Kasumi smiled.  This was exactly the sort of thing she was
experienced at.  After all, she did help Akane when her sister went
through it.  Maybe the same technique will work on Ranma.

        Ranma tensed as suddenly Kasumi held him by the shoulders.
What the?  He melted as the feeling of being hugged warmed his entire
being.  She cradled his head and softly whispered to him as if he were
a baby.

        "Ranma, I'm sure everything will be all right.  Everybody goes
through this at least once in their lives.  Let me tell you a story.
One day, a few years ago, I went out on a stroll.  I was wearing a nice
white dress that was so very clean.  After walking awhile, I chose a
comfortable place in the park to sit down.  It was then I noticed a red
stain on my beautiful dress."

        "You mean?" Ranma asked in a shocked voice.

        "Yes, I was becoming a woman."

                               * * * * *

        Ranma wearily walked to the dojo.  Maybe a few hours training
would get his mind out of the gutter.  How in the world any one can
think that way about Kasumi, he didn't understand.  He just hoped that
Kasumi wouldn't find out why he had beat such a hasty retreat.  He had
been too excited for his own good.

        Ranma slid open the dojo doors and was greeted with the sight
of his tomboyish fiancee practicing a fierce kata.  Tomboyish, may have
been accurate to describe her personality, but not her looks.  Not by a
long shot.

        He watched as her small form moved across the room.  What she
lacked in grace, she made up in pure athletic energy.  The soft outline
of her muscles only barely indicated her hidden strength.  Trickles of
water appeared, giving her skin a health sheen.  As a result, her gi
clung to her sweat drenched body.  Definitely not built like a brick.

        Akane slowed her kata until she came to a halt.  She opened her
eyes to see Ranma standing in the doorway gawking at her.  She blinked
not quite believing it.  He had on the same expression she usually had
while she watched him practice.  They continued to stare at each other
until Akane broke the silence.

        "Ranma, are you finished with that extra study session
already?" Akane asked, already forgetting that she was supposed to be
mad at him for his behavior in class.  She just felt that she need to
say something rather than stand there like an idiot.  It helped
slightly that she wasn't the only one doing that.

        Akane's voice knocked what little sense he had still back into
him.  He forced himself to look at Akane's face rather than her still
heaving chest.  "Yeah," Ranma croaked out.

        Akane stifled a giggle.  Poor Ranma.  His mouth had hung open
so long it had gone dry.  Well it was about time, Ranma was beginning
to notice her.  She wondered what brought that on.  A blush crept to
her face as she remembered what Sayuri said.  He's not thinking about
starting a family with me, is he?

        "Damn!  I forgot all about Nabiki's payment!  I, uh, need to
go, Akane.  Talk to you later," Ranma said as he ran towards Nabiki's
door.  Better make it the window, he thought.  That way he could say
that he had been held up and hadn't actually been home this long.
Knowing Nabiki, she would charge him interest if she knew that he
deliberately wasted her time.

        Akane watched disappointedly as Ranma quickly ran away.  That
spineless jerk!  Just when they were making headway again.

                               * * * * *

        Nabiki glared at the offending window with frustration.  Where
was he?  He was late with her payment again.  Not that she actually
cared about the little bits of money Ranma was used to dealing with.
It was just that she got very moody if she didn't see him once in
awhile.  She laughed bitterly at that.  She lived with him and she
still complained about that.

        Why did she have to like someone that obviously knew nothing
about the value of a dollar?  Or one that was the object of no less
than four girls' obsession for that matter.  She sighed as she thought
about him again.  After months of living with the guy and dealing with
him on a constant basis, she had come to understand him thoroughly and
the sad thing was she found that she liked him even with his quirks.

        After she had found out, she had tried many things to get him
to do something that would make her hate him.  She sold him, tricked
him, and generally made his life a living hell and still he refused to
hit or even tell her that he despised her.  What a jerk!  Even Akane
hated her for her actions during the wedding attempt, but not him.  She
decided to just give up and maybe she would eventually hate him as his
quirks got worse, but in the meantime she would go with the flow.

        Finally!  Nabiki thought as she heard the tap on her window.
She did a quick check to make sure she was presentable.  Tight short
shorts, check.  Tank top, two sizes smaller, check.  No bra, check.
Not that the fool would notice, she thought.  "Come in and sit down.
I'm going to have to teach you the importance of time again."

        Ranma found that he could do nothing but obey as he took in the
lovely sight in front of him.  His heart thumped as he entered the
room.  "Er, sorry I'm late with the payment again.  I really need to
get going.  Need to study and everything."

        Nabiki frowned as she looked at Ranma's obviously nervous
behavior and did he mention homework?  Something was up.  She smiled a
crooked smile as she followed Ranma's eyes to see what he was staring
at.  He was staring at her.  Yes!  It took him long enough to notice
that she was a woman.  You'd think he was a eunuch for the way he acted
around woman at times.  "You don't mind if I do my exercises while we
talk do you, Ranma?"

        "..."  Ranma's mind was deteriorating as he watched Nabiki
slowly move towards her bed.  It shut down completely as she spread her
legs and started the stretch.

        "Now, where to begin.  How about I tell you again about how my
day goes and explain each and every minute?  Maybe then you will think
twice before wasting my time by waiting for you.  You will also notice
that the time I take to talk with you is also precious.  So I will of
course charge you by the minute as I lecture you," Nabiki said,
explaining the procedure slowly.  By time she was done with the lecture
she would also be done with her exercise.  What a coincidence.

                               * * * * *

        "Wait, come back here, Ranma!" Nabiki yelled out.  She couldn't
reach Ranma in time before he leapt though the window sill.  Maybe she
had gone just a little overboard when she pretended to have an itch on
her thigh.  Very high up, that is.

        Nodoka ran rushed into Nabiki's room at the sound of her son's
name.  "What happened?"

        Nabiki blushed slightly as she related to Auntie Saotome,
Ranma's strange actions.  She didn't like the wild look in his eyes.
They were bloodshot from strain.

        Nodoka raised an eyebrow at Nabiki's comments.  From what she
had heard, her son had always been the perfect gentleman.  Nabiki's
teasing shouldn't have gotten to him like that.  But then again, she
thought as she gave Nabiki's choice of clothing a critical glance.
"Really, Nabiki.  Those shorts are so short, one wonders if you have
need of panties.  At that tank top or is it?  It looks painted on you.
The bra or rather lack of bra is just a bit much don't you think?"

        Nabiki blushed even harder.  She sighed, "It's just so hard
with Ranma.  He doesn't pay attention to me half the time.  The only
way I can get him to talk with me is to either get him angry with me or
lend him money."

        It was Nodoka's turn to sigh, "You can't stop all the wedding
attempts, Nabiki.  You're going to have to tell him sooner or later.  I
would personally like both you and Akane to be my daughters-in-law."

        Nabiki rolled her eyes at that.  Like the government would ever
allow that to happen.  "Anyway, we need to get a move on.  Ranma could
be anywhere and there's no telling what he might do, half crazy that he
is right now."

        "There's no need," Cologne said as she suddenly appeared at
Nabiki's window.  "I saw him running towards the ocean.  He probably
won't stop until he runs out of energy or a day and night if you want
to be exact."

        "Isn't that a little extreme?  Even, Ryoga's not that bad."
Nabiki frowned.  She didn't like the idea that she pushed Ranma over
the edge.

        "No, not really.  Gather everyone you can find together into
the dojo.  I'll explain to you all at once," Cologne supplied.  This
was going to be hard for a lot of them to understand.  She couldn't
believe what she was about to tell them herself.

                               * * * * *

        "Ranma doesn't know!?" the entire crowd of people gathered
yelled out simultaneously.

        Cologne nodded.  She couldn't believe it herself.  But it was
obvious if you knew a few facts.  "He never had the time to learn.  I
doubt very much that any of you girls actually asked him straight out.
And one of you has made it clear to him that thinking in that way is
perverted.  He may only have been thinking about harmless peek-a-boo,
but now I think he understands what you really meant.  He no doubt
thinks that he is as evil as Happosai right now."

        To which Ranma's suitors blushed.  It wasn't something a girl
would ask a boy, even an affectionate girl like Shampoo.  Akane looked
away guiltily.  Ranma was crazy now and it was her fault.  She just had
to find him again and make it up to him.

        "Also, he has irregularly attended the school system here in
Japan, so he could easily have missed that part of his education.  His
only other source from an authority figure is his father and we all
know how reliable he is," Cologne continued on.

        Genma flinched as Nodoka started fingering her katana.  "You
don't understand.  Strength in the art can also come from virtue and
purity.  I did not want to soil his mind at such a young age."  He
breathed as sigh of relief as Nodoka's hands dropped back down.  Good
one, Saotome, he thought.

        "Furthermore, none of his peers, his only other source, would
ever even think about talking to him about sex.  Suppressed teenaged
hormones, enough testosterone for a football team, and the fact that
he'd seen more naked bodies and been in more compromising than Happosai
could ever dream of, you have one seriously wild guy on the loose.  I
would say the first girl to find him would be extremely lucky or
unlucky depending on how you view it," Cologne finished finally.

        Hiroshi and Daisuke glanced at each other.  How those two ever
got into the dojo was a mystery.  They never actually described it to
Ranma.  They mainly implied it with a few nudges and winks.  Ranma
acted like he knew what they were talking about.

        Kasumi blushed as she heard this.  One of the first persons
Ranma actually became aroused by was her?  She hadn't been imagining
when she felt something poke into her when she hugged Ranma just awhile
ago.  Nobody had ever seen her as a sexual object before.  Sure she had
many boys think her to be attractive but none had ever asked her out
even after she graduated.  She felt strangely excited knowing that at
least one boy wanted to jump her.  "Oh my, we're out of rice.  I think
I better head to the market.  And... um don't wait up."

        Nabiki cast Kasumi a suspicious glance.  "I have to go too.
I'm meeting a couple of friends at the mall.  Don't wait up for me
either."

        "Aiyah!  Shampoo have deliveries to make."

        "  I better head back to Ucchan's.  This flu is
turning bad I think."

        "Hey, Sayuri, I'm tired.  You want to head home?  I'll walk you
home."

        "Yuka, I live all the way one the other side of Nerima.  It'll
take you hours to walk home.  Ouch!  Why'd you kick me for?"

        "Ohohoho!  Such deceit.  I for one am not ashamed.  I will be
the one that finds Ranma-sama first!"

        Akane could only stare.  Nabiki and Kasumi?  "Hey, I'll walk
you home too Sayuri!"

        P-chan grunted as he suddenly wandered into the room just in
time to hear about the situation.  He didn't care.  Better go back to
Akari, he thought and promptly got lost again.

        Kuno and Mousse on the other hand immediately went out looking
for Ranma, to halt the foul martial artist's reign of terror on
innocent young women.

        Soon the dojo was cleared out, except for four grownups.
Nodoka eyed Cologne thoughtfully.  "You didn't tell any of them about
Ranma going towards the ocean.  I assume other than Nabiki, myself, and
you, Shampoo also knows this."

        Cologne only smiled.

                               * * * * *

Epilogue

        "Safe!  Safe at last!  Nobody can accuse me of being a pervert
here.  No girls for miles around."  Ranma sank immediately to the
ground and slept, tired from running.

                               * * * * *

         the Joketsuzoku Amazon called out.  He
looked to be sleeping at the moment.

         another voice said.

         yet another
voice spoke up.

        The contingent of twenty amazons nodded in agreement and
decided to pick the boy up and cart him away.

                               * * * * *

The End. (maybe)

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