It didn’t take much to make herself presentable again. Thankfully as Nabiki Tendo was more or less functioning on auto-pilot from that point on. Somehow her shirt (and undergarments) had been ruined, her clothes were soaked, and while she’d managed to clean that disgusting ink off of her legs there’d been a bit of time there where…
Well, there wasn’t really any other explanation for it? She’d blacked out-
Fallen under the sea-tide sway of her body, and what body it was! Goodness, she felt like whole tin of tuna packed in too tightly in this ghastly outfit! Better to wear nothing at all than whatever this wallflower schoolgirl assembly was supposed to imply about her.
She needed to find a tailor… or a trash can and-
“Nnggh…”
Nabiki moaned, clutching at her head as it felt like a hundred little pebbles were bouncing around inside her skull, carried by a flow of sensation that rose and fell with disturbing regularity.
“I-I… I must have overdone it today.”
That made sense, right?
“Yeah, I spent so much time chasing Ranma and the rest of the idiots, trying to get good photos that I just got too tired.”
Chasing Ranma… now there’s an idea. Talk about ‘Catch of the Day’! If Sis can’t see what she’s got on the line, it might be time for Nabiki to take a try at it…
She shook her head, dismissing the odd thoughts that came and dispersed like sea foam at the edges of her mind with disturbing repetition. Grabbing a robe to protect her modesty she made her way out of the bathroom.
And directly into Kasumi.
“Oh Nabiki. Do you mind helping me for a bit?”
Normally this would be where Nabiki said ‘No.’
Or at best ‘Sure, but it will cost you.’
But instead she smiled (what), struck her hips out a bit into a pose that looked somewhat comical given what she had to show (why?) and said with flirty giggle (wait… what?!), “Sure Kasumi… I’d love to help out just any way I can.”
That was odd.
Kasumi blinked, aware that that was odd. But…
“Don’t let a good thing go when it happens,” she thought, returning Nabiki’s smile, just glad that someone other than Akane had offered to help. “Could you get the water boiling, I need to start cutting the vegetables first.”
“No problem… I’m a wiz at water,” Nabiki said, stepping past her sibling with an exaggerated sway in her movements. Taking up the pot and filling it with water…
Even as her brown eyes began to speckle with blue-green, staining a dark… brightly dark color.
“Now this would be a way to get to Ranma… hook the lure with something yummy… ‘sides my own self of course, and I’ll have him chasing my tail in no time flat!”
She smiled, licking her lips as she set the stove on high… and then turned it a crank or two past that point to seemingly impossible setting beyond what it had ever had before. The water shivered, simmered, boiled and bubbled.
And then promptly caught on fire as Nabiki stared off into space with a dreamy, vacant smile on her face.
“Alright I think I-”
Kasumi turned about to see the kitchen about five seconds from a flaming disaster, engaged ‘Akane Cooking Protocol Emergency!’ and grabbed a fire extinguisher from beside the cook books.
“Huh… ugh, wha happened?” Nabiki said, coughing as the smoke was blown back into her face, brown normality re-asserting itself in her eyes as Kasumi quickly turned the stovetop off, the ‘#11’ setting that Nabiki had somehow found no longer present.
“Nabiki… perhaps it would be best if I handled this on my own?” Kasumi said, suddenly dreading the possibility that there were two kitchen catastrophes in the house and she’d only avoided knowing about the second one because Nabiki was too lazy to help most of the time.
“Sure…” Nabiki said, walking away.
With quite a bit less of a sway in her steps than before...
Sun Feb 02 18:50:28 2020
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