“Hey, ya feelin’ any better?” Ranma walked in, tray in hand.
“Yeah, I’m not feeling nauseous, just tired is all.” Akane had removed the towel from her head.
“Well as long as you’re not pukin’ up your guts I consider that a win.” Ranma put the tray on Akane’s bed. “Here, Kasumi made some soup if you’re hungry. Starve a cold, feed a fever as they say.”
“Thanks, I’ll try to choke it down.”
Ranma took the towel downstairs. Kasumi was the usual caretaker, but it was a lot easier with two people on it, especially since Nabiki was acting a bit curt as of late. Seriously, when the hell did she get a giant stick up her ass? Earlier Ranma had seen her in the yard and got all paranoid. And then she took off again. It was weird, really weird.
Then again, everything had been weird for the past few days. Ranma still didn’t get why she kept blacking out, forgetting large chunks of the time. Heck, she barely remembered most of yesterday.
And then there were…the other things. Like a weird fantasy she had of Akane last night and in the morning. She swore she remembered kissing her. And then…
“Do you like them, Mistress?”
Yeah, Akane calling Ranma “Mistress” and unbuttoning her blouse to reveal her nipples pierced with matching gold rings. Okay, Ranma had seen Hiroshi and Daisuke sneak porn into school, but she didn’t remember them being into anything that kinky. And that was before getting into when Akane dropped her pants and revealed she’d been pierced down there too. Holy hell, it was like Ranma had stepped into a separate dimension.
Though Ranma couldn’t deny it was kinda sexy. Though it was also weird how she imagined that, but no sex. You’d think with something that specific she would have gone the whole nine yards and done the deed.
Other bits kept cropping up too, like Ranma meeting with Ukyo yesterday or going to the Cat Café, which was currently being looked after by Shampoo’s aunt Perfume. Still, it was all hazy and vague, like she was remembering it through a filter.
After doing a few errands, Ranma went back upstairs to check on Akane.
“Hey Aka-gah!” Ranma turned around just as Akane was finishing putting on her pajama top. She had completely forgone a bra so Ranma had just gotten enough of a peek. “I didn’t see anything!”
“Whatever. Here, throw these in the wash while you’re at it.” She handed Ranma her previous, sweat-soaked pajamas. “So, what were you hollering about?”
“Uh, just wondering if you finished up.”
“Yeah, Kasumi’s cooking is appetizing even when sick. So go right ahead.”
Ranma retrieved the tray and went downstairs again. Man, she had the worst timing by waltzing into that. And…
Wait a second. Ranma swore she saw some kind of glint when Akane was getting dressed. Like, metallic even. It couldn’t be…was Ranma’s fantasy not a fantasy?
Fri Jan 04 02:20:40 2019
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