Disclaim This!

This is my story and If I want to say I own it, then I do! I just borrowed the characters from other people

Anything between ? xxx? is chinese. anything between !yyy! is english, anything else is japanese.

Anything between ((aaa)) is personal thoughts such as ((Sorry pal, but better you then me)) just little personal conversation.

STRONG R RATED CHAPTER AHEAD, DON'T READ IF OFFENDED BY SEXUAL SITUATIONS. LIMISH EXPLORATION SCENE, MILDLY GRAPHIC, BUT NOT OVERLY SO.

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Kasumi was humming gently to herself as she prepared breakfast early the next morning. the night before, she had gathered all of the bastard's belonging left in the house and grounds and burned them in the yard. Uncle Soatome had aske her what she was doing and she had explained the whole thing to him and ther father. She had been shocked to notice that her father had been aware of Ryoga's deception all along but had done nothing to protect her sister from the little pervert. She had wanted to punish him, but had decided that the best way to do so would be to allow Akane to cook for the fathers for a week or two.

As she glided from one task to another without concious thought, she glanced up in the direction of her sister's bedroom with a smile. Akane and her fiance had been sleeping ever since the previous evening after the confrontation with Ryoga. Kasumi frowned, an expression most would believe impossible to form on her face.

((No. I must not think of him in such familial ways any longer. He has proved to be nothing more then a dishonorable pervert and liar. Hibiki-san is no longer welcome in Tendo-ke and I must readjust my thinking about his association with my family. He has lost all honor and standing in our house so I can no longer grant him the honourific titles. He is Hibiki now, and there is no chance of reconciliation. He has made himself an enemy of my family, and I must treat him as such.)) Kasumi's face morphed to another strange expression-determination. She would no longer allow Hibiki to hurt her sister and brother. If he came near her family again, she would show him that he was a fool for angering a master of the naginatado of Tendo-ryu.

POV BREAK

Mouse wandered the streets, wondering what he was going to do. How could he have challenged Shampoo to such a match. He was a fool to tell her of his true skill. He had gone his whole life without so much as landing a weak strike against her and now he would have to totally humiliate her in battle in front of witnesses. He only hoped that he wouldn't have to permanently harm her for her to admit defeat.

He wandered into the park near the Tendo-ke and sat on a bench overlooking the small communal pond. He pulled out a wetstone and a couple of ugly daggers and set to work on their dull edges. It was a habit he had formed not long after mastering the hidden arts and begun carrying so many bladed weapons on his person. With the wild attack style he had had to adopt in order to fool everyone about his eyes, his weapons dulled often and required much time and care to keep them in decent form.

He had wasted most of his life in his hopeless pursuit for Xian Pu's affections. She was without a doubt the most physically beautiful woman in the village, as well as being the best warrior in several generations. It had been a shock to him, when during a training bout against her greatest rival, he had managed to defeat the other woman with ease. The last time he had seen his opponent battle his beloved Xian, Xian had taken nearly two hours to beat her and had struggled through the fight. Ever since, he had started paying more attention to Xian's fights and noted that she was not as skilled as he himself. He watched as she struggled to defeat various male suitors seeking to win the Prize of the Amazons.

He had secretly followed her during her quest to track the redhaired stranger that so humiliated her, wanting to be there to protect her from the obviously more talented girl. He had learned much sooner the secret the girl was hidding, and how easily Xian Pu was fooled by the boy and his father. It still amazed him that his former beloved still did not realize that the boy and his father that she had often found in the wilds of China was the same boy she claimed to love.

He had watched as she finally realized the truth and felt angered when she gave the boy the Kiss of Marriage. He had not been angry with the boy, but with his childhood friend. She had disobeyed the laws of the village, and though he had little liking for those laws, he had never thought she would break them in the manner she had done. While the laws were archaic, they were clear. Though there were several ways to honorably bring to resolution a Kiss of Death, Xian Pu had done something that went against all those laws. It was clearly written that should a female warrior who defeated an Amazon was proved to be a male under a Jhusenkyo curse, the Kiss of Death was disolved, and the male was exempt from ALL marriage laws, and invited to join the tribe as a Peer.

The role of a Peer in the tribe was nonsexual. They were teachers and allies who, while subject to the laws when within the village, were outside of the bounds of law when not in the village. All Peers were exempt from all variations of any of the various marriage laws regarding both male and female, and a Peer could be either male of female. Any one, man or woman, who defeated an Amazon and later proved to have a gender switching curse, was asked to join as a Peer. They had full rights as an Amazon warrior, but could not become Elders, though they often became Advisors. They could marry, but not under the traditional laws, only through arrangment and courtship and not battle.

When Xian Pu returned to the village, he was there waiting. He had told no one of his journey, and such was his standing in the village, that no one had noticed he'd been gone. He watched as Xian Pu lied through her teeth about everything that had happened on her journey. How she explained that she had lost to a boy in a mighty battle lasting many hours, only to learn later that the boy was also the girl who had defeated her earlier. It had been his first glimmer of a darkness within her, though others had noted her conniving, vain selfish core long before he had.

Xian had convinced her grandmother and the other Elders that the boy was a prize worth taking into the village, and that she was the person to convince him to join. So he had volunteered to accompany them, citing their need to have a male servant with them to demonstrate the values of the tribe. And they had returned to Japan.

He had watched as his beloved warrior slowly turned herself into nothing more then a silly, ditzy bimbo. She behaved in a manner totally opposite from what an Amazon warrior should be and if her friends in the village or the Elders could see her, she would have been severely punished. Her tricks and schemes to win the boy had failed time after time. He watched as the boy, despite his verbal protests, showed in all the ways that matter that he loved the Tendo girl his Xian saw as her main rival. He marveled at the boys skill and persistence as one adventure followed another and was amazed as he witnessed the boy's skill growing beyond anything he had ever seen.

He was pleased to find his own skill rising, and noted as well that all of the assorted group that formed around Ranma increased their skills. All save his Xian Pu. She practically gave up training in favor of chasing after the boy, and it showed in the trouble she experienced in the battles she encountered during their adventures. It amused him no end that most of those adventures revolved around Ranma's continuing efforts to protect Akane and keep her for himself, even though each conitinued to deny their affection for each other. Even though said affection was appearant even to the admittedly rather dimwitted Ryoga and Xian Pu.

He had been pleased to note that while Cologne never outright aided Ranma and his strange courtship of the Tendo girl, neither did she put any real effort into aiding Xian Pu. He had come to the slow realization that the Elder had known all along that her granddaughter had lied to the Council, and wondered for a while what reason she could have to allow her to continue this foolish quest. And then as he saw Ranma begin to use and adapt Amazon techniques into his incredible fighting style, he came to the truth.

Ku lon wanted the boy and his chosen wife as Peers. The boy alone was a prize worth fighting for, as his skill was a near match for those of any of the Elders and he was but 15, now 17. Imagine how powerful he would be in another 10 years? 20? 100? With his strength by their side, the tribe was assured of its safety for several generatiosn to come, and it was further enhanced when he defeated not only Haabu of the Musk, but also destroyed Lord Saffron of the Pheonix. And the girl had a great well of potential, often showing as flashes of great strength and skill when Saotome needed aid.

And then came the final insult. An action he felt so dishonorable that he wished more then anything else he had never been involved. Xian Pu had convinced him and Ranma's other fiancee, Kunji Ukyou, to take part in an attack on the Tendo dojo the day Ranma was suppossed to wed Akane. He had obivously missed some planning sessions, since while he and the males concentrated on attacking Ranma, the two jilted girls had launched potentialy lethal explosives towards Akane. If not for Ranma's strong constitution, both might have been killed, though he had tried to discreetly limit what reached the pair with his standard 'blind' act, allowing his overabundance of weaponry to intercept several of the larger explosives before they reached the pair.

And to top even that, came the news that Ranma had been suffering from an injury to his brain that limited his reactions to those of a child. That news had been exceptionally frightening to him, for if Ranma was as powerful as he was with only the abilities of a child, how much more powerful would he become once his mind and spirit caught up to his physical maturity? How much longer would he tolerate Xian Pu's unwanted attentions and the continued lies being told to him and his fiancee? What would he do to someone who tried to come between them when he had the full mental capabilities of someone his actual age and not a 10 year old?

This had lead him to realize that he too must change. It was time to end the act he had been playing for recent years. It was time for him too to grow up and take responsibility for his actions. So he had shown Xian Pu his true self and put away his childish infatuation. He would fight her with his full skill, with no tricks or traps. His skill against Xian Pu's. He would need to hurt her, he knew, as she was too studorn to admit that he was her superiour. Her time away from the village had closed her mind to the outside world, instead of opening it. He only hoped that his words to her the previous day made some impact and that she started to take a good long look at the forces of the world around them. The only reason the Amazons had been left alone while others were hunted, was because they were so few in number, and too isolated in their valley to trouble the PRA too much. Those in control were well aware of what their weapons could do to the isolated populations of thier country should those areas start to prove troublesome.

If Xian Pu was to lead the village, she needed to learn that there was more to combat then facing your enemies honorably, face to face, with sword and bow in hand. In todays world, you had to learn about such things as automatic rifles, fighter planes, nuclear and biological weapons, and even laser technology. Otherwise, you were ridiculed and considered backwards and stupid. People gave you no credit for being an intelligent person, but thought of as an uneducated fool. And that was what most of the village was. None of them saw the danger of the PRA and their modern weapons, so lost in their history and glories long past.

He stood from the bench as the sounds of approaching voices reached his ears. He didn't feel like being around others just yet. He still had a lot to think about.

POV BREAK

Surprisingly, Akane was the first to awaken. She was warm and felt more secure then she had at any point in the previous ten years. Her eyes shot open for a moment in panic as she realized that she was snuggled up to someone, until she rememberd what had happened the previous day. Sighing happily, she squeezed her fiance tightly and buried her face into the material of his shirt where it was resting on his shoulder.

Her body felt hot and she realized she was still wearing the dress she'd worn the day before. Slowly, so as not to wake Ranma, and with great daring, she slid out of bed and stepped out of her dress, tossing it to the side. Contemplating her peacefully sleeping fiance, she allowed her curiosity to get the better of her and lifted the blanket which was still covering him. She giggled to herself at seeing his current state, and with a look of happiness, removed her bra, which had been digging painfully into her skin. Not feeling quite brave enough just yet to display herself to her fiance in her current undressed state, she rooted in her dresser for a long nightshirt which she put on. It barely covered her to her knees, and was cut much lower in front then most she wore.

Moving very carefully, she unbottoned Ranma's shirt, and with careful manipulation, removed it, leaving him in his wifebeater. She took a moment to inhale the scent of him that seeped into the silk before lovingly placing it on the chair near her desk. She returned to the bed and studied the amazing body her fiance possesed, feeling almost giddy at the luck she must have to have won the love of such a strong, handsome man. Moving even more carefully then before, she undid the tie of his cotton pants, both at his waist and his ankles, and slowly drew them down his legs, pausing for a long moment to stare at the revealed boxers and the treasure they hid. Shaking her head, she scolded herself for her perverted thoughts, and tossed the pants onto the chair with the shirt.

Still feeling very warm, but for a much different reason, she slid back into bed next to her fiance, drawing down to a more comfortable position on the matress. She drew the blankets over them, not carring that her shirt had ridden up, and exposed her legs and panties should anyone be there to see them. But there was only her and her fiance, and she no longer had any fear regarding what he thought of her. the evidence of his enjoyment of her appearance was only two thin strips of material away, and she was enjoying causing that reaction in her future husband, even when he was asleep.

She held his head against her shoulder, taking a similar position to the one he'd held her in over night, but with his being more sideways then the sprawled position she'd slept in. As she held him, one hand caressing his hair, and the other splayed over the firm muscles of his stomach, she hummed gently to herself. She allowed some of the more pleasant dreams of the previous night to rise into her mind, and didn't notice when her splayed hand started to softly rub and squeeze his abs.

She did notice when his hands began to massage her hips and buttocks and his face nuzzled down from her shoulder to her breast, using the soft mound as a pillow. Every now and then he would whisper her name in a moan, causing a thrill of excitement to flare in her already enflammed body.

They remained like that for some time, until Ranma awoke.

POV CHANGE

Ranma woke slowly, a rather unusual state for him. He was warm and comfortable under a thick blanket and snuggling an even warmer and softer form to his own hard planes. Still under the pleasant haze of his last dream, he moaned Akane's name, and rubbed his face more firmly against the gently moving pillow bellow his head. It was the softest and most pleasant thing he'd ever felt and he hated having to pull his head from the softness. And there was a gentle pressure on the back of his head holding it in place, so he decided to accept the goading of the pressure and rubbed his face against the pillow again.

It was then that he felt the second hand rubbing against his stomach and getting slowly lower and his own hands fondling some rather pleasant mounds of their own. They felt very familiar to him, and his mind flashed back to his most recent dream, of dancing closely with Akane, his hands slowly moving to caress her bottom, while she pressed her soft chest against Ranma's. Eyes widdening in surprise and fear, he slowly lifted his head and stilled his hands.

"Er, Akane?" he asked groggily. "Sorry about this."

Akane giggled at the expression on her sleepy fiance's face and moved her hand to caress his cheek. "Good morning, Ranma-kun." she purred in what she hoped was a sexy manner. Judging from the quick clearing of his eyes and the gulping, she'd succeeded.

Ranma was starting to sweat as he realized that somehow, he and Akane had gotten undressed during the night he was wearing onl his thin boxers and cotton wife beater. It didn't help that he also noticed what Akane was, or rather wasn't, wearing. His body was beginning to tremble with the intensity of the feelings that were slamming through his frame. And through all this, Akane's hand had continued to slide slowly lower, and was now playing with the waistband of his boxers.

"Akane? What's happening? Why am I still here and why are we dressed like this?" he asked with some difficulty as he was beginning to have trouble catching his breath. ((This was much better then the dreams.)) he thought to himself before smacking his mental self in the head.

Akane just grinned and slid her hand into his boxer, reaching for his straining manhood and grasping it firmly, causing them both to gasp in pleasure. "Why I'm just being a dutiful fiance, anata. You looked like you needed some help here, so I decided to lend a hand." Her hand was rubbing gently at the sensitive organ, and Ranma was forced to close his eyes and seek out his center to retain control of his urges. His eyes shot open again as Akane's other hand grabbed one of his and slid it into her panties. She moaned when the calloused digits came into contact with her most sensitive places. Using her hand, she guided his into a rythm of motion that he subconciously continued when she withdrew her hand. Using that same hand, she took Ranma's second hand and placed it inside her shirt, caressing her breasts. Again, she demonstrated what she wanted him to do, and once certain that he could handle the task, replaced her hand on Ranma's chest, feeling his heart beat climbing under his skin. "As for what we're wearing, well I was too warm with my dress on, and you looked uncomfortable with your heavy shirt and pants, so I took them off."

Ranma's mouth was dry and his mind was spinning. He couldn't believe what was happening. It all felt a thousand times better then it had in his recent dreams and he whimpered as Akane started speeding her hand on his organ. His fingers also increased their tempo on her body and soon both were panting.

Ranma's control evaporated when Akane's lips met his and her tongue forced it's way into his mouth. He gave a startled cry and felt himself release into his boxers, Akane's hand continuing to stroke his length. His body had tensed during the initial outburst, and his thumb had pressed hard on the little nub of flesh he vaguely remembered seeing on his own female form. Akane's body froze and she let out a shriek of pleasure that he was certain would wake the whole house, if his own cry hadn't awoken them. He felt a thick fluid gushing over the fingers inside her sex and wondered idly if they were the female equivalent of what his male form had just ejected.

Akane's lips continued to caress his, and her tongue furthered it's exploration of his mouth. Feeling more secure now that they'd already shared so much, he returned the kiss and allowed his tongue to battle Akane's. The battle shifted from his mouth to hers and back several times, all the time their hands continued to caress each other, even as Ranma's organ returned to it's normal state and Akane's convulsions slowed.

Akane gave one last squeeze of Ranma's now limp organ before removing her fluid covered hand. She studied the thick fluid as it cooled and slid around on her skin. Ranma also removedh is hand from Akane's panties, and took a moment to study the milky, mostly clear fluid it was coated with.

Akane looked away from her hand to smile brightly at Ranma, before slidding out of the bed and sashaying over to her desk to grab a box of tissues. She brought them back to the bed and wiped her hand clean while Ranma wiped his own.

"Did you enjoy that, anata?" she asked in the purring town of utter contentment as she took her place on her bed next to her fiance. Both were laying mostly on their backs, though turned slightly to each other. "I know I did."

"It was the most amazing thing I've ever felt, Akane-chan. Much better then any of my dreams or when I did it myself." he admitted.

"I'm glad. I liked bringing you pleasure." she stated, her head now craddled on his right shoulder and her clasped around his waist while his one arm was around her shoulder. "I've wanted to for a long time, but I was so scared before. I didn't know if you felt for me what I felt for you, and I guess, I thought it was perverted. But after meeting Happossai, and learning about Ryoga, I realize that it's not the acts that are perverted, it's the intent. You are my fiance and I love you, and I want to make you happy in any way I can. Even in this. So therefore, as long as we talk about it, and agree to it, there's very little that I can ever think of as being perverted if it means bringing you the pleasure you've brought me."

Ranma felt his heart squeeze at the sheer love and honesty in his fiancee's words. "I didn't even know that anything like this was eve npossible, until after the surgery." he stated before continuing. "And afterwards, my body started to do all those weird things and I started to think and feel differently then I had before. And the worste thing was that I could still think like how I was before, and I could see what exactly was going through my mind differently then before. It scared me. For a few days, I wanted the doc to put them back." Ranma nodded in gesture to the small vial containing the chips of his skull that had caused him so many problems.

"But after I calmed down, I realized that I couldn't go back. I had all ready changed too much. I could FEEL too much. And then the doc explained what my body was doing, and instead of being scared, I was embarrassed. The docs had to explain almost EVERY THING to me, I didn't know nothing about IT. They had to tell me about masterbating and sex and all that stuff. They even gave me some pretty freaky things to read to try and get me to a 'normal' level for someone my age."

He paused and lifted his left hand to caress her cheek as she gaze up encouraginly up into his eyes. "The first few times I tried to . .. . I was so scared that someone would walk in and laugh at me. Or that someone would learn what the docs were making me learn to do. It was humiliating to think that I was and still am so . . . naive about that stuff. Yet, I could help myself. You, you were so nice to me, even when I lost control and. .. . well, you know. You never made fun, just offered to excuse yourself or distract everyone so that I could change." He leaned over and kissed the cheek he'd been caressing.

"And then came the dreams, and it was suddenly worse. I almost couldn't stop, for a bit. I had no control over myself and I was more scared then ever. Now though, over the last couple of days, I've gotten better at control, though the docs tell me that no one has total control over 'it', so that helped me to relax a bit. I felt I was finaly ready to tell you what I was feeling, all of it, when this thing came up with Ryoga. Last night, I was expecting a beating for lying to you, and I would have deserved. It wasn't right to lie about something like that, especially not to you."

Akane shook her head and placed a finger on his lips. "It's not your fault, Ranma. None of it. Not Ryoga's getting lost, tracking you to China, falling in a pool or pretending to be Pchan. It was his family's fault that he gets lost so easily, and it was his own fault for following you because HE was LATE to a duel. It was his and your father's fault that he fell in a pool. And it was my fault he played Pchan. If I had only trusted you that first night, or if I hadn't been so blind as to not see what was right in front of me. He might have tricked me and spied on me and used my own thoughts and feelings to drive us apart, but he could only do that because I couldn't see what you and everyone else could. I should have known that the hentai was my pig. There were so many clues, and not just the insults you threw at him."

The mood in the room was dropping ,and after everything they'd shared this morning, there was no way Akane was aoing to let that happen. "Now, enough about the pig. You and I, anata, shared something very special, but also quite messy. I thinks it's time we get cleaned up and head down for breakfast. I bet they're all waiting for us, ready to jump to the wrong conclusion again."

Ranma looked puzzled. "Wrong conclusion? Oh. You mean they'll think we .. . That we did IT." He still had the naivety to blush at the thought, though other parts of him expressed their interest in the possibility.

Akane giggled, and again allowed her hand to fondle her lover's manhood as it swelled. "Hai. And while me might not have done IT, we are a lot closer then before. I know that I think about IT alot, lately, and after this morning, I can hardly wait."

Ranma gulped as Akane again slid her hand into his boxer to grip his organ. "Er, Akane, about that? I was... er,...wondering...ah...maybe we could ...you know... Ah. Take things slow? I mean, I like what we did- a LOT-, but maybe we should't try anything more... advanced just yet? I mean, I'm still getting used to all this, and with going back to school and getting used to being around others without loosing control, I don't want to go too fast... Ya know what I mean?"

Akane stopped what her hand was doing and thought about her lover's stuttered words. She could see that Ranma was indeed worried that they were starting to move more quickly then he was comfortable with, and thought it would be frustrating as hell, she could understand why he wanted to go slowly. He was, after all, just coming into puberty in a very real way, and would still need time to adjust to his body's reactions and his new mental reactions. Reluctantly, she gave a final squeeze of her little friend, and withdrew her hand, much to Ranma's relief. She smiled brightly to show that she wasn't offended by what he'd said and asnwered his questions.

"Ranma, I won't lie and tell you that it will be easy. After what we just did, it's going to be very hard to keep my hands to myself. I really, really liked doing that to you, and what you did to me, and I want to do it again. I also want to do IT with you, very badly. I have for a long time, though I was scared that you didn't want me that way. If you feel that it's best that we go slowly, then we will go slowly. But, I want you to know. You are my fiance, and now my lover, and I will expect certain things from you."

"er, like what?" he asked nervously.

To ease some of the tension, Akane sat up on the bed, not caring that the shirt she'd worn was unbuttoned and gaped open, given Ranma a wonderful view of his fiancee's body. "First, I want you to know that anytime you get the urge to kiss me, or hold me, you can do so. Unless we're in class or something like that. Agreed?" Ranma nodded. That wasn't too bad, and really, he didn't want to stop kissing her or holding her.

"Second, though I do agree to go slower, that doesn't mean we have to stop doing what we've been doing, right? I want you to be comfortable coming to me anytime you get a little. . . overheated, for a little help. And I'll do the same for you if I get . . too hot. Agreed?" Ranma nodded, trying not to appear too eager. That would be much better, for him and his ego, then having to resolve the little situations on his own. Not to mention that his mother would find it manly if he and Akane kept sneaking off together and came back all mussed up.

"Third, I want you to move your stuff into my room. Last night was the best night's sleep I've had since my mother passed, and I don't ever want to go to sleep without you beside me again." She held up a hand to stall his protest. "Now, I'm not going to force you into anything you aren't ready for, but I want you to know that whenever you are ready, I'll be right there with you. We won't neccessarily be doing anything, but I liked holding you and having you hold me while I slept. I don't want to give that up. Plus, I think it will help you get used to what's happening to you if you are exposed to some more . . .stimulating experiences without loosing control."

Ranma frowned, but gave his assent. Their parents would no doubt start harping on about a wedding-and truth be told, he wasn't opposed to marrying his lover- but Akane would be able to explain in such a way as to not over excite them too much. And no doubt, Kasumi would help them. When Ranma had fallen asleep, he'd only dozed lightly, until he'd felt the safe pressence of Akane's sister come in and cover them both with the blanket. He could vaguely recall hearing her speak.

FLASH

Kasumi covered the sleeping pair with the blanket and placed a gentle kiss on each of hteir cheeks. "Sleep well you two. You both deserve it. And don't worry, no matter what happens, I'll be here to support you."

His subconcious worries eased, he had fallen into a deeper sleep, until he'd woken to find Akane caressing him.

END FLASH

Akane, seeing that Ranma had agreed to her points, smiled and hugged him, only then noticing her naked form. She paused for a moment, but shrugged. Part of getting Ranma acclimated to the changes in his body would be to get him used to seeing her in various states of dress. There was on better time to start then now.

"One last thing, Ranma." she whispered into his ear, enjoying the sensation of her sensitive nipples dragging across the material of his undershirt.

Ranma licked his lips and managed to croak out a meager "What?"

"We are going to bathe together as well. Starting right now." She stood up and pulled Ranma to his feet, trying to ignore his eyes roaming her form as she tossed the night shirt aside and strode to her dresser. She bent over and ruffled in the bottom drawer, pulling out her gi. She was acutely aware of Ranma's eyes tracking her every movement and their sudden focus on her bent form and felt herself beginning to warm in that special place again before she rose to a standing position. She placed her outfit on the desk, and grabbed Ranma's pants, throwing them to him. She took his shirt, but instead of passing it to him, she slid it over her nearly naked form before grabbing the gi again. She also took a moment to grab a sports bra and a fresh pair of undies, as her current pair were badly in need of a wash. She watched with rapt interest as Ranma drew the pants up his legs and tied them off.

She went back to him and grabbed his hand, leading him out what was soon to become their room and down to the furoba. Once in the room, she locked the door and lead Ranma over to the wash stall. They took their time washing up, spending a bit of time exploring each others bodies. They brought each other release again, and finished with a quick soak in the furo, cuddling together in the heated water. They stayed that way until there was a gentle knock on the door and a soft voice announced that breakfast was ready. Then they dressed, and sharing a final intense kiss, left the furoba to face the new day as they would all coming days:

Hand in hand.

END STORY

AUTHOR NOTES

So, what do you all think? was this a good chapter? anything you didn't like or wanted to see but wasn't here?

This chap would make a good end to the story, as it leaves a lot open for future stories, but still resolves the main sit between Ranma and Akane. And the end, with them sharing a kiss and walking into the future hand in hand ties it to the end of the manga.

I'm seriously thinking of ending this here, and picking it up in a sequel a few weeks later, dealing with the changes in Ranma's female form and skipping a few minor events.

Let me know what you think about that, or if I should just continue this with endless chapters.

Oh, if anyone wants to do a spinoff, showing the reactions of the various characters to the events here, just write me and let me know. It might be interesting to see all of this from a mix of other POV. Both main characters and support characters would be welcome. Could be a continuation from this point, or prequel/present events.

Because really, you have to wonder what is going through everyone else's minds while Ranma experiences all this. I gave a few glimpses, but they are short peeks into various minds, nothing too indepth.