“Hiyaah!” Akane shouted, throwing her hand down and shattering the small pile of bricks set up. Always a fun opener, Akane was ready to begin her daily training when in came Shampoo.
“Nihao Akane.” Shampoo said cheerfully, an oddly satisfied smile on her face.
“Oh, hello.” Akane said.
“Ready to be trained?” Shampoo asked. Something about that phrasing seemed odd, but Akane shrugged it off, Shampoo wasn’t that proficient with Japanese.
The prospect of some new techniques did catch her attention. “Sure.” She said, “Let me clean up this mess first though.”
Shampoo was suddenly right in front of Akane. Akane’s hands crossed over her chest… wait why were her hands over her chest? “Shampoo help?”
“Err, no thanks.” Akane said, grabbing a broom and cleaning up the rubble. It was done quickly thanks to years of practice. Once that was done she stood across from Shampoo, arms on her hips. “Well, how do you want to start?”
“First Shampoo need to gauge level.” Shampoo said, “Shampoo best of age group in home, but no idea how that compare to Akane.”
“Right, I remember Ranma told me about how he… met you. So that wasn’t for the whole village?” Akane slipped into a basic martial arts stance.
“No. Just people sixteen to twenty.” Shampoo crouched into a similar stance. “Come at Shampoo.”
Akane stepped forward, throwing out a punch. Like water, Shampoo somehow flowed past the punch and into Akane’s guard. A lightning fast leg sweep and Akane was on her rear, and the next thing she knew Shampoo had pinned her. Her arms holding Akane’s down, her face disturbingly close.
Panic filled Akane’s mind, her face flushing and her heart pounding in her chest. “W-what…?”
“Fast.” Shampoo said, “Good form. Guess not many people Akane’s level to practice against.”
“I guess…? The only guy who was any good here before Ranma showed up always went easy on me.” Akane admitted, her heart pounding even harder.
“Ah, too bad.” Shampoo stood up and held out her hand to Akane.
Akane glanced at that hand. Shampoo seemed to be being honest, so after a moment she took it, accepting the help up. Then Akane jumped back away from Shampoo, hands over her chest again. “I…” She lowered her arms. It was weird. There was this lingering irritation over this girl which Akane just could not place. “I’m sorry, I’m acting weird and you’re trying to help me.”
For some reason this made a huge smile pop up on Shampoo’s face. “It OK Akane. Shampoo know why you wary. Shampoo make mistake, so Shampoo make up! Shampoo sure Akane become good friends with Shampoo by time we done.”
The smile was infectious, so the irritation left Akane’s body, leaving behind a pleasant tingle. “So, again?”
“Yes Shampoo know what to do next.” This time Shampoo was the one who went on the offensive, clearly moving slower than she had previously. But it was just fast enough to press Akane. Akane blocked several blows but more than a few got in. Her heart was beating faster and faster. The strange tingling was spreading across her body, her breath becoming heavy as she felt herself being pushed in way she never had before!
“Kiiiaahhh!!” Akane shouted, throwing out a full force kick after blocking three rapid fire punches. Something, anything to catch Shampoo off guard! Instead, in what Akane felt was a strange bit of Deja-vu, Shampoo simply jumped over the kick. Akane’s foot embedded itself a bit into the dojo wall, and Shampoo was behind her.
However, instead of simply tapping her on the back of the head, Shampoo grabbed Akane from behind. “Gaaah!” She shouted, suddenly struggling against Shampoo’s hold, but she was clearly stronger than her, and Akane wasn’t going to break out without Shampoo letting her. Finally, she found herself calming down a little. Sweat covering her body, “I yield.” She admitted. Her heart was still pounding.
“That very good.” Shampoo said, letting go of Akane and smiling broadly. “You very good Akane.”
“Th-thanks…” Akane glanced around back at Shampoo. In contrast to Akane, out of breath and drenched with sweat, Shampoo didn’t look like she had put in any exercise at all. Not even a strand of her long hair out of place. “You’re amazing…” She finally managed to breathe out.
“Shampoo have good teacher.” She said, “So how Akane feel?”
“Exhausted…” Akane admitted, “I don’t think I’ve ever been pushed this hard.”
“See that problem. Akane have good talents, but no have someone to push to limits” Shampoo said, “Shampoo make Akane into what she meant to be.”
Again, odd phrasing, but Akane appreciated the sentiment. The strange irritation and panic was gone, leaving the warmth and tingling. “That sounds nice…” Akane admitted. Being able to better herself as a martial artist did sound incredibly appealing, since Ranma was less helpful than the bricks.
“So we do this again tomorrow?” Shampoo asked.
Akane had to admit, she couldn’t think of a reason not to accept the offer. “Sure.”
Again a strange grin popped up on Shampoo’s face. “Oh wonderful! Shampoo happy Akane except help!” She practically skipped to the door, though just before she left she turned around. “Though, next time, Akane should remember to put on underclothes for training!” And she was gone.
“Eh…?” Akane looked down at herself. “The hell!?” She had her gi on, yes. But what she was not wearing as her undershirt or a a bra! And with all the physical activity she had been doing her belt had gotten a little loose. So her breasts were just hanging out! How long had she been like this? Had she been flashing Shampoo the entire time! She her arms wrapped around her chest and her legs clamped together. Her thighs squeezed together tightly, and a brief tingle went through her body. Her face now tomato red, she just wanted to die of embarrassment.
How had she even forgotten to put those on? How had she gone the entire day without a bra without noticing? And then forgetting to put on her undershirt? It was… was perverted!
“Need to change.” She finally said, she ran out of the dojo. She needed to get out of this sweaty gi and put some fresh clothing and underwear on.
Unfortunately, just as she was running out, a certain pigtailed fiance was coming in. So, collision occurred. Shouts of shock came out, and Akane found herself on top of Ranma. “What the hell are you running like a maniac foooooooooooooooo….” Ranma’s annoyed comment faded out as his eyes bugged out at the sight of Akane on top of him. Namely, that her gi top had become even more undone, and had fallen down her shoulders. Exposing her entire bare chest to him.
Akane’s irises shrunk to dots. Her mouth hanging open. The realization of what she had just done, just what Ranma had seen, it hit her and somehow locked her in place. Both frozen in stasis for an eternity. Before, finally, ”Kyaaaaaa!! she screamed, slapped Ranma on the face, and ran off him, pulling her gi back on and wishing a lightning bolt would strike her right now.
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