Sleepover by PhoneyNT
I hope you can find the time to at least say "I liked it," or, "I hated it."
As usual, don't blame me if you're offended by this fanfiction; blame yourself
for reading it. Anyways, you shouldn't find anything too bad in this text.
Special thanks to Otaking for helping me decide exactly where to end this
fanfiction.
Please enjoy!
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"Yo, Ranma!"
"Whaddaya want, Hiroshi?"
"I heard your fiancee was having a sleepover! All those girls in your
house...now's your chance to score!"
"Score?"
"Yeah, man, score! Maybe you can get a double, no, heck, triple play!"
"Huh?"
"You crack me up, man, your old man sure taught you how to joke! Anyways,
I gotta go to Trig, see you 'round!"
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Sayuri and Yuka talked quickly.
"Uh...well...see, I have, uh, some errands to run tonight, you see..."
"Yeah!" Sayuri added, "I'm going with her! They...really need to get
done!"
"Hmm...that's too bad! It would have been a real blast with you two
there!"
Akane turned back to her classwork.
"Whew, that was close!" Yuka whispered to Sayuri, relieved.
"Yeah! You should have seen how worried I was when I found out Ranma's
other two fiancees are going to be there!"
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"Shampoo, why are you going to spend the night with Akane? Have you gone
mad?"
"I'll be in the house all night with Ranma, Great-Grandmother."
"Hmm...if you can clock the other girls, you can take him right then and
there!"
"I'll do my best."
"Your best? Your best?" Cologne asked incredulously, "'best' is for
losers."
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Ukyo rang the doorbell to the Tendo house, and Kasumi answered. She took
one last glance at the moon before stepping inside.
"It's nice to see you young ladies getting along so well!"
"Umm...yeah," Ukyo smiled.
She went up to the guest room, opened the door, and almost grinned when
she saw Akane deal Ranma a mighty slap.
"Fine then, you tomboy! I'll sleep in your room!"
"No, you won't! You sleep downstairs with your dad tonight!"
"Try and make me!" Ranma dashed outside the guest room. Instead of giving
chase, Akane simply slammed and locked the guest room door after him.
"Well, hello, Ukyo."
"Hi, Akane...uh...listen. For tonight, can we just put a hold on the
fighting thing? You know...since we're together and all that."
"Okay! Friends for tonight!" Akane proferred her hand, and Ukyo took it
and shook it vigorously.
A polite tapping at the door prompted Akane to unlock the guest room.
Kasumi was on the other side, with Shampoo behind her.
"Now, play nice!" Kasumi grinned.
"Uh...okay." the three girls chimed.
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"Shampoo...we want to sleep tonight. Let's make a deal."
"What deal you want?"
"You don't go after Ranma tonight, and we won't destroy you where you
stand."
"You no kill Shampoo!"
"You think you can take us both on?" Ukyo said darkly.
Shampoo stood still for a moment, then seemed to consider.
"Okay, Shampoo no go for Ranma!"
"Great! Now let's have some fun!"
"What do we do first?" Ukyo snickered mischievously.
"Hmm...well...what can we do?"
"We go spar in dojo!" Shampoo offered.
Seeing a fight getting ready to start, Ukyo intervened, "No, not this late
at night."
"Why? You no think you beat Shampoo?"
"We could beat you so bad you'd cry!" Akane raised her voice as she said
it.
"Prove!"
"Okay! The dojo it is!"
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Ranma leaned against a dojo wall and watched the three girls prepare.
"Will win for Ranma, then date!"
"You promised not to go after him, remember?" Ukyo warned.
"Come, we spar now!" Shampoo reminded the two angry girls.
Akane faced Shampoo. "First, it's you and me!"
Ukyo stepped backwards until she was against a wall. Shampoo and Akane
began sparring. Akane aimed a mighty and precise kick to Shampoo's chops, but
the Amazon was already flipping through the air, safely away from the kick's
range. She dealt Akane an elbow to the head.
"Hey! This is sparring!" Ranma yelled.
Suddenly Ranma was blazing towards them in rage. Shampoo whipped out a
bonbori for the knockout strike to the back of Akane's head, but Ranma got in
the way. The momentum of the mace was too great and it crushed against
Ranma's skull. The job was done. Ranma fell to the mats, unconscious.
"...oops."
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Kasumi bandaged up Akane's head, then turned to Shampoo and Ukyo.
"Silly cook, was just sparring, why you use sharp flat-knifes?"
"And what were you doing with those maces, eh?"
Akane just sat there, only barely conscious.
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Ranma laughed at the trio uproarously.
"I knew you girls couldn't resist getting into a brawl! Wahahahaha!"
The fiancees all looked at their feet sadly and shuffled them.
Ranma left the room, still laughing.
"There is ancient tribe saying about disrespectful men. It goes, 'Make
Them Sorry.'"
"But how can we do that?"
"I've got it!" Akane snapped her fingers, "follow me!"
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Ranma snored rather peacefully. He was dreaming about walking through a
dry desert. "Water," he groaned, "I need water!" Suddenly, he was trans-
ported into a swimming pool.
"Ahhh! So cool and inviting. Hmm. Better go up for air. Hey...I'm a
guy! I'm a guy!"
Ranma broke the water surface.
"Aargh!" Ranma moaned, then she spit out the water which had gotten into
her nose. She had expected to see broad daylight, instead, it was just dark.
She looked down and saw her futon. Directly in her line of sight was evidence
that she had not, in fact, been cured.
"Aw, man," she spluttered.
The futon was soaked, and a bucket was rolling around on the floor.
"Who...? I'll make him pay!" Ranma said, then shivered.
"No way am I staying a girl tonight. Messing with Akane just wouldn't be
as fun! Although the bust size and the modesty issue is always a good point
to start," she mused.
As she entered the bathroom, she groaned.
"I hate being cursed. Damn it, now I gotta draw a bath, wash up, blah
blah blah. Such a waste of time, and so routinely boring. I'd rather watch
Akane eat a dinner roll."
Of course she couldn't fathom the enormity of that last statement, or its
surprising truthfulness.
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Ranma left the bathroom, yawning and ready to go back to sleep.
"Yawn. I'm so tired, I must've left the door open."
As he left, a bucket which was propped on the door overturned and turned
him back into a girl.
It took about ten seconds for that event to sink in. Her temper rose so
high, her blood may have been literally boiling.
"Someone's gonna pay!" he yelled aloud.
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"Oh, sure, Akane!" Ukyo said, red-faced.
"We agree to no go after Ranma, remember?"
"But it was an accident!" Akane was blushing, deeply.
"You mean you accidentally poked your head through and got a good five-
second look?"
"Yes! Er, I mean, it doesn't seem like it could be an acc-"
"You bad girl, Akane!"
"It's your fault, Shampoo! If you hadn't have 'accidentally' pushed me
while we were outside the door--"
"You're so transparent, Akane."
"I tell you! I didn't do it! Oh, forget this! I'm going to bed!"
Akane stomped over to her futon, slipped in, and shut her eyes. Shampoo
and Ukyo looked at each other and shrugged.
"I think she just feels guilty for putting that bucket up on the door.
You have to admit, it was funny!"
"Yeah, she no want hurt precious Ranma, no?"
Akane seethed in rage but didn't move. Even she knew she couldn't take on
both Shampoo and Ukyo at the same time.
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"--You have to admit, it was funny!"
"So that's it, eh?" Ranma thought in rage, "Funny, was it?"
She moved from her spot outside the guest room door.
"I'll show 'em. They'll see who's the master of trickery!"
Ranma mentally thanked Daisuke for the nonsense she had learned from him
a couple months back.
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The figure oiled the door hinge, then swung it open without so much as a
creak. In its hands were instruments of torture.
It stopped next to one girl, lifted her up and out.
"I've never known her to be a heavy sleeper, but then again, how could I
know her sleeping habits?"
The shadow slipped a rather strange assortment of objects into the futon:
Compact disc jewel cases, a large hard-bound book, a telephone, and a large,
square, with sharp edges, container of gel deodorant. It put the girl back
into the futon.
It moved to the next girl. This one was simple. Made even more so by the
fact that her limbs were sprawled out horribly. It set a small bowl onto the
floor, then moved her hand and dropped it in. A little water splashed out and
wet the floor. The figure moved the bowl so it was better hidden.
"Number three."
The shadowy figure found the third girl near the corner. Hair spread out
all over the place, of course. The figure squeezed out a small bottle onto
the girl's right cheek, then scratched the left cheek lightly. Reflexively,
the girl scratched her right cheek, spreading the contents of the bottle
everywhere.
"What a mess. Hehehehe...Ukyo's gonna have a sore behind, Akane's gonna
really need a bath, and Shampoo...hah! What a mess! Maybe Mr. Tendo will see
and go ballistic about all the mess everywhere."
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Early morning. Mr. Tendo was reaching critical mass...but not about the
mess like Ranma had supposed.
Genma and Soun looked in from the door. It had started as a little check
on how the girls were doing. Now, they just stood there, jaws slacked and
mouths hanging agape.
"Good lord..." Genma gasped.
Genma looked towards Ukyo. As the rest of the girls were, she was snoring
lightly. Ukyo seemed to be rubbing her rear end irritably. She pulled her
hand out and let it rest outside the futon. It looked a little funny.
Genma squinted. "Wh-what is that...some kind of clear gel...? Oh...no..
she wouldn't do that...would she?"
Soun's eyes began watering as he took in the sight of Akane. There she
lay, limbs sprawled haphazardly, with the crotch of her pajamas soaked and
slowly dripping onto the floor!
"N-no...no...no!"
Both parents looked over at Shampoo.
"Holy...!" Genma hissed.
Shampoo lay in her futon, sleeping peacefully, one hand on her right
cheek. No problem there. The problem was the sticky, slowly-flowing, white
fluid spread all over her face, lips, mouth, and oozing out between her
fingers onto her hand.
"..." was all the parents could say in wonderment.
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the end
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...perhaps! I have a sequel in the works...tell me what you think about this
fanfic! Do NOT mail me at drward@richmond.infi.net.
mail me at we436@freenet.victoria.bc.ca.
thank you.
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