another fanfic. more like a musing about the
characters rather than a story. anyways, enjoy!
What would it be like to be such a stud that everyone who saw you wanted you?
The *real* story of what the characters are thinking! No offense intended,
and this story doesn't get terribly explicit I gotta warn you it contains very
weird fantasies involving certain nighttime activities.
See how inexplicit I was in that paragraph? That's what the whole fic is
like. Only better. :)
The Other Normal Day
by PhoneyNT
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The vegetables fell neatly onto the chopping block in front of Kasumi.
The water boiled up, and nearly over. She took it off just in time.
Kasumi's mind was on something. She had just returned from her checkup, and
in the middle as she walked from room to room, her patient's garb, improperly
tied by Dr. Tofu, slipped off onto the floor. Tofu had stood there like an
idiot, but Kasumi's exclamation of embarassment brought him back to reality.
He had turned away to allow her to put the robe back on, and everything went
back to normal. Mostly everything.
Kasumi felt like the kind of girl her mother had always condemned.
"Must resist it," she said over and over.
Ranma suddenly burst into the kitchen, and Kasumi was ready with the water.
When she changed back into a boy, Kasumi couldn't help but admire his muscles.
"What's wrong with fant--using my imagination a little?" rationalized Kasumi.
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"Dinner's done, honey!"
She and Ranma sat down to eat.
"Delicious as usual, Kasumi!"
Kasumi blushed. Ranma leaned over to kiss her, saying, "You're beautiful when
you blush."
"No! No kissing in the dining room, Ranma!" Kasumi said, a reproving express-
ion on her face.
Ranma sat back and they ate the food. Then, it was up to bed they went.
They got on their nightclothes, got into the king-sized bed, and turned off
the light. Of course, Ranma and Kasumi were thinking the same thing. They
leaned into one another in the darkness under the covers.
They helped each other remove their clothes. A few kisses, then more, then
more. The front being established, Ranma disappeared under the covers and
Kasumi couldn't help but blush and gasp, "Oh my!" with surprise at how bad a
boy Ranma really was.
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"See ya, Ucchan!" Ranma yelled as he left the store, "and thanks for the
food!"
"Anything for you, Ranchan," Ukyo sighed to herself, "but when will you be
ready to marry me? It would be so...right."
Ukyo slid an okonomiyaki to a patron at the bar, and tossed a few tiny
spatulas to him to put his toppings on with. They stuck in the wood right
beyond the grill. The patron, used to this of course, just pulled one out.
Ukyo was not aware of the tiny exchange, she was planning the details of her
future life with Ranma.
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"You kids go on, right?"
"Okay, mommy!" the two young ones chimed in. They went out to the front of
the store and began to muck about.
"Come on, Ranchan, out back!"
"I can't wait!" cried Ranma enthusiastically.
Outside they went, and once in back, they walked to a raised black platform.
Ukyo went up around the back and twisted a few dials.
She turned around, went to stand before Ranma, then they embraced and kissed.
They had just finished with the clothing-removal stage when a red light came
on.
Ranma hoisted Ukyo up, leaped up onto the black platform, fell on his back
with Ukyo on top of him.
"Make love to me, Ranchan," Ukyo moaned.
Careful to keep himself and his wife always mobile and keeping contact with
the hotplate for no longer than one second at a time, Ranma obliged Ukyo.
Long-trained Kempo skills for air-fighting were easily adapted to the new
situation.
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"I'm still hungry," mused Ranma, "well, ramen's always good to go!"
Ranma journeyed to the Cat Cafe, stepped in, then stepped out with a giant
heaping of ramen.
"Thanks, Shampoo!"
"Not problem, Ranma!"
Shampoo stared after him. Soon, he would be thanking her for a different
reason, if she had anything to say about it.
Mousse had appealed to her again, and she had bashed
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The alligators snapped and snarled at the couple fifty-five feet above them.
Ranma and Shampoo didn't notice, of course. The village inhabitants who were
watching (secretly, of course) saw but didn't care.
The thin rope was stretched taut between two thick tree branches connected to
two trees which were on either side of the alligator pit. Shampoo and Ranma
did their business up there, at a slow pace, standing up, a languid and
beautiful ballet, they were the very essence of balance, no, they were balance
itself. Suddenly, Ranma stepped back a little, and flipped in the air.
Shampoo caught him upside down, and clutched him none-too-gracefully to her
body, lowered him a bit so his face was in a useful place. Despite the lack
of fluidness of the maneuver, the voyeurs on the ground were quite amazed.
Shampoo smiled, she knew the villagers were down there, but she only liked it
better. Let them see what a man she had. She whimpered uncontrollably at one
of Ranma's "techniques," then nearly slipped on the now-wet section of rope
she was balancing on.
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Ranma disposed of the evidence of Cat Cafe Ramen and entered the Tendo house.
He passed Nabiki, who prompty asked him for the cash he owed her. Ranma
turned his pockets inside-out.
"Oh, pity. You're about to lose your shirt, Ranma."
Ranma lifted his shirt up and gave it to Nabiki, who wrinkled her nose.
"That joke stinks, literally. I want the money by tomorrow night."
Ranma laughed and continued upstairs, but Nabiki was thinking about how lucky
Akane was to have Ranma, even if he was a little dense.
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The giant-screen TV was silent amongst the ten-hundred-thousand-yen entertain-
ment certain that was against one wall of the huge bedroom. Light reflected
off the ivory pillors at the edge of the circular room. The floor was thick
glass, underneath that was about 10 feet of water, in which hammerhead sharks
were swimming restlessly.
A large flashing "MUTE" indicator was at the top of the screen. Near the
bottom were two blue strips with letters and numbers and plus or minus signs.
"Damn, Ranma, once more around."
"Okay!" blurted Ranma stupidly, then tended to his job.
"Hewlett-Packard, down six points? Damn!" Nabiki exclaimed and she felt the
fire leaving her. It almost extinguished when Sun Microsystems, which she had
not invested in, went up by five points, and reminded her how stupid she had
been in her teen years.
Ranma got a worried look on his face, then intensified his efforts.
Suddenly Nabiki convulsed and contorted, her face a theater of happiness.
"G-Geico up fifteen points...! Uh, I can feel it coming!"
"Market Close: 125 points up," the TV screen reported.
At this, Nabiki lost mental consciousness, she was just an animal capable of
feeling and registering only pleasurable sensations.
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Ranma walked into the bathroom, sweaty from his day in the sun.
Of course, Akane was waiting for him.
His head made a neat impression in the wall opposite the door to the bathroom.
"Hmph," said Akane, "maybe I wouldn't mind so much if the pervert would
actually admit he can't resist this body." She flexed her bicep.
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Akane looked up from the equipment.
"Ready, Ranma-chan?"
Ranma, male form, stood by, and smiled warmly.
Akane lay down on the first piece of equipment, brought the bar down, while
Ranma spotted. At the 200 lbs. mark, she stopped, sweating, her muscles
bulging slightly.
"God, your body is so toned and beautiful," Ranma drooled.
"Thank you. Now it's your turn."
Ranma started to help get Akane up, but she interrupted him. "Your turn to
be the bar," she elaborated.
Ranma grinned, then lay down full length on her. A little adjustment removed
the most essential cloth barriers and Ranma could see she had been readying
herself for this very moment throughout the workout. He made the connection,
then just lay there. Akane began to grind her body, lifting them both as high
as a half a foot into the air and back down again. This went on for about
five minutes.
"As much as I like this, Ranma-chan, we'll need something more," Akane smiled.
Ranma got up, disconnecting with a popping noise, and looked around. There,
on the floor, lay a bar from one of the weights. He grabbed it up. Akane's
eyes widened and she started to protest. Ranma silenced her with a kiss and
placed it, and shoved on it.
"Wow," Akane said as her eyes were jerked open involuntarily, "how did you
think of that?"
"Mmm," Ranma replied simply, as now he could multitask. He leaned his head
down to her torso region.
They went through leg-curls, bench-pressing, lap-pulldowns, leg-presses,
hack-squats, push-ups, and pull-ups, before Akane was finally satisfied.
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Ranma went back to the family room, it was empty.
"That tomboy...!" he said. But, he couldn't get his mind off her body in the
tub. "Why do I care?"
"But still, she is so cute without anything on...!"
He glanced meaningfully at the ratty couch.
"Hmmm..."
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The End
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