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Moon is the creation of Naoko Takeuchi. All original content is the
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has been a near constant source of input, information, and ideas.
Circumstance and Consequence
Chapter 1: A New Perspective Part 1
PsyckoSama ( <mailto:syp104@psu.edu> syp104@psu.edu)
Ranma slowly opened his eyes to the harsh glare of the morning sun, and
smiled. He had done something. He winced at the horrible pun, but it was
true. He *had* done something, and he didn�t mean the sex.
He had made up his mind. Last night had affirmed so much that he had
heard but never experienced. He was in the prime of his life, and he�d
be damned if he�d throw away his new found freedom.
His father, the girls, and all his rivals could go straight to hell. He
was going to life his own life, have some fun. If he had to sneak around
their backs to do it, then so be it.
Ranma smirked and looked down, to gaze upon his lover, who was draped
over him. Set-chan was very cute. No, she was not cute. �Cute� was
something for girls, and Setsuna was no girl. She was a woman. A *hot*
woman.
She had the body of a supermodel, a sensitive soul, and with a wince he
noted, the ability to snore so loudly that it would put a chainsaw to
shame.
Slowly he began to maneuver out of her grip. She really deserved an
undisturbed sleep after the �busy� night they had shared. Ranma began to
carefully maneuver out her grasp. Once he was free, he began to sit up,
but was stopped by a firm tug on his pigtail.
Setsuna yawned, and looked Ranma in the eyes. �Where do you think you�re
going?�
�I didn�t wanna wake ya up, Set-chan� replied Ranma.
Setsuna chuckled, and shook her head. �No problem, Ran-chan. I�m
fine...� She smiled coyly and continued, �but do you really know what I
could use?�
�Err... what?�
Setsuna�s smiled widened, and she pulled Ranma down onto the bed. As
soon as he had hit the bed, she threw her leg over his waist and
whispered in his ear, �Another go around.�
Ranma smirked. This woman could not get enough of him! Not that he
minded. That she was beautiful, nice, and didn�t beat him with blunt
objects went without mention.
With both the tactile sensation of her pressed up against him, and the
delight of looking upon her curvaceous, perfectly toned body, he rose to
the occasion. With a smile on he face, he pulled the green haired beauty
into a long kiss. �I can�t see why not...�
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Setsuna smiled as she snuggled into the arms of her lover. Wild Horse
indeed! Ranma had more energy then she knew what to do with! This in
itself amazed her. He past lovers had oft commented that her lusts were
neigh insatiable. Last guy she could remember that could keep up with
her was Ragnar back in the 900s AD. Nothing like a 7ft Viking warrior to
make a woman feel like a woman!
With a glance at Ranma she wondered, who could get enough? The young
buck was a cutie, and it had been far to long since she had �tasted� the
real thing. Twenty-five years was just too long a time...
She looked up at Ranma and smiled. She�d be walking like a cowboy, but
maybe just one more time. Slyly she kissed the young man on the lips,
and purred, �Well, lover... tenth time�s a charm?�
Ranma chuckled and squeezed her tightly. �Set-chan... I think I�ll start
lose all feelin� down there if we keep this up...�
Setsuna smirked and let her hand wander downwards. Once she felt what
she was looking for, she gave it a firm grasp. She was rewarded with a
lout �eep�, and a jump backwards from Ranma.
She wondered how some one could be so enthusiastic one moment then be so
shy the next. With a giggle, she shrugged it off. Either way, it was
cute. Looking at Ranma, who�s face was burning red, she asked, �Now can
you feel it?�
The pig tailed you gave a brief nod. �Yeah, but I really don�t think I
got the time�.�
Setsuna sighed, and rolled away from him. In a melodramatically forlorn
tone she said, �Oh, but I want to play some more!�
�Me too,� chuckled Ranma, �but I gotta get home before the fianc�es get
paranoid.�
Setsuna sighed, and shook her head. Pinching Ranma�s cheek, she said, �I
don�t think so my adorable little Ran-chan. I�m not letting go of you
THAT easly.�
�Hey,� replied Ranma, �I though we were just friends with �benefits�! Ya
said you weren�t gonna rope me into anything.�
Setsuna giggled and released him. �Ranma, you are *so* cute when you�re
paranoid.�
�So, you ain�t gonna try and do anything like marrying me?� asked Ranma.
He obviously still having trouble believing that there was a woman on
earth who DIDN�T want to marry him. Teasing him was apparently not an
option. She would have to make her plans obviously clear.
�Yes,� confirmed Setsuna. �I�ll be quite happy with an occasional pony
ride, thank you very much.�
�So, why can�t I go?� asked the martial artist.
A Cheshire Cat grin slowly made it�s way onto Setsuna�s face. �You�re
not leaving my presence until we�ve at least had breakfast. Nothing like
a night of carnal sin to build up an appetite!�
Ranma�s stomach answered with a loud rumble. �Now you�re talking!�
Setsuna slowly got off the bed, her motions smooth and deliberate like
the slither of a snake. Once she was up, she slowly stretched, bringing
attention to every single one of the curves of her well-toned body. She
wanted to make it damn clear that she was a prime specimen of womanhood.
While she wouldn�t always show it, she just loved the attention.
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With the click of a turning key, and a slow, labored creak, the front
door to the house opened. In from the cold of the late winter morning
walked Haruka and Michiru.
Tiredly the two filed in, dragging their night bags. Once they were
clear of the doorway and inside the house, Michiru lazily kicked the
door shut.
Michiru yawned and glanced at her lover. �Haruka, next time you have a
race in Hokkaido, I�m not interested.�
Haruka shrugged. �You insisted. Besides, its not my fault you couldn�t
get any sleep on the train.�
Michiru glared at her lover.
Haruka blinked. �Hey, it�s true...�
�I know its true, but that doesn�t mean I have to like it,� grumbled
Michiru.
�You know, you get grouchy when you�re tired...�
Michiru shot Haruka a dirty look, then sniffed the air. �Hey,
something�s cooking.�
Haruka blinked. �Looks like Hotaru is still at Chibi-Usa�s, does that
mean...�
Michiru nodded. �Looks like it.�
In one bewildered voice they muttered, �Setsuna�s cooking?�
That was a surprise to both of them. From the whole two times she�d
actually cooked a meal in the last two years, the knew that Setsuna was
a masterful chef, but the simple fact was: she didn�t like to cook. If
Setsuna had to choose between starvation and actually touching a pot and
pan, she wouldn�t eat.
Haruka and Michiru both wondered how she�d survived before living with
them. They suspected a great deal of cup-ramen and takeout.
They both dropped their bags and began to stealth towards the kitchen.
If Setsuna was cooking something couldn�t be right. Was this the sign of
a Dark Kingdom plot, or was Haruka just being exceptionally paranoid?
The two peered around the corner and were surprised by what they saw.
Setsuna was dressed in an apron, and men�s Chinese shirt that was
several sizes to large. It made an effective dress, preserving her
modesty while leaving her long shapely legs clear to view.
Michiru punched Haruka in the arm for looking too long.
Her hair was a mess. Usually, Setsuna was an early riser, bathed and
perfectly groomed by the time everyone else managed to get up in the
morning. Today she looked like she just barely managed to pull herself
out of bed and down the steps.
Setsuna was humming while she cooked. She looked unusually happy, all
but dancing around in place, moving with an unusual bow-legged bounce to
her step.
�This is not normal,� muttered Haruka.
�Yeah,� Michiru said with a nod. She paused for a moment and added, �I
looks like she got laid.�
They looked at each other and shook their heads. �Nagh...�
>From their prospective, Setsuna looked about as sexually active is your
average igneous rock. She never looked at boys, was not interested in
girls, so the very idea of Setsuna getting some was just alien to them.
The other door to the kitchen slip open, and as almost a counterpoint to
their denial in walked Ranma clad only in boxers and a smile.
�No way...� they both muttered in one voice.
Ranma walked behind Setsuna and grinned, slipping his hands around her
and cupping her full breasts. �Smells great, Set-chan.�
Setsuna twisted around, and smiling brightly, she kissed Ranma on the
lips. �Well, Ran-chan, I don�t cook much but I...� Her eyes narrows
slightly and her gaze bored right into Haruka and Michiru.
�What are you two doing here?� she asked.
�Ah, we live here...� Haruka snapped. �And who the hell is this guy.�
Setsuna scowled. �He�s none of your business, Haruka. Now, what the hell
are you doing sneaking around like a couple of third rate ninja?�
�You�re actually cooking...� Michiru wondered to herself.
�Yes, I am,� Setsuna stated bluntly.
�You never cook...�
�I cook for friends.�
�Never cook for us...�
�You�re not that kind of friend.�
�Hey,� Haruka interrupted, �It�s not like we haven�t offered.�
�I�ve told you before, I don�t do girls...�
�Set-chan,� Ranma interrupted, �Who are these people?�
�Ranma, meet my roommates, Haruka and Michiru. Haruka, Michiru, meet
Ranma... now go away.�
Ranma waved hello. Haruka scowled.
�Setsuna, this could be a�� Haruka began before she was cut off by
Setsuna.
�Haruka, say a word and I will have to hurt you. You can your paranoia
to yourself for once.�
�But...�
�Shush!�
�Setsuna you�re being inma��
�Shush!�
�I�m serious��
�Ever here a story about the man named Shush!�
�Oh, come on, now you�re not even being�!�
�And another one bites the SHUSH!�
Michiru sighed and looked at Setsuna. �Been watching Austin Powers again
I see��
Haruka turned toward Michiru and began to speak but was hushed by
Michiru putting her finger to her lips.
�Shush.�
�Not you too!�
Michiru smiled eloquently. �Lets give Setsuna her privacy. I feel like
going out for breakfast.�
�But��
Brooking no argument, she took her lover by the arm and all but drug her
out the door.
Setsuna sighed �Well now that they�re gone�� She turned around and
blinked. �Ranma?�
---------------------------
�This was a bad idea!� Ranma muttered as he pulled on his pants
upstairs. �They�re going to find out and they�re going to kill me.�
Slipping on his shit he growled. �Never a break��
�Ranchan?�
Ranma turned around and sighed, looking at the beautiful, robe-clad
woman standing in the doorway. �I�m sorry, Setchan, but the crap in my
life never stops...�
�Trust me, Haruka�s always like that. It�s not you.�
Ranma sighed. �I wish I could believe that�
She laughed and walked over to him, and put her arms around him. He
flinched at her touch.
�What�s wrong?�
�Nothing,� he replied.
�If it was nothing then you would not be so tense.�
Ranma looked down and sighed. �Listen, my life is just crazy��
Setsuna laughed and sat down next to him. She sighed deeply, and smiled.
�You don�t have a monopoly on strange. Trust me.�
Ranma smiled. �I wish I could believe that.�
Setsuna laughed and grabbed him by the arm. �Come on! You still need to
bathe, and I hate to cook, so you better not be wasting my time!�
Ranma laughed. He guessed he could stay. No Saotome man had ever turned
down a free meal�
NOTES:
This has been on my HD for the better part of a year with no change. I
have another half a page that has had me stuck for all that time. If
anyone is interested in helping me get out of my damn slump, lets
talk... please AIM/YIM: Psyckosama
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