To Hell With You

AN: Yes I know I’m an ass, but hell might as well have fun with the names at least. I really hope that for all who read it liked the last chapter if not, to bad your loss. I could say a bunch of shit about how I actually plan on finishing this before twenty or so chapters but who the hell am I kidding, life doesn’t work that way for me. Enjoy!

By the way, Nabiki is 21 years old and Ranma’s body is 20.

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Ranma slowly felt his consciousness returning after the collapse in the street. The pigtailed martial artist felt his head lying on something soft and warm, yet his body felt like he was still on the ground. Ranma could feel someone softly stroking his hair whilst cradling his head on their lap. The pigtailed hero could hear a woman’s voice whispering in his ear as he lay there.

He felt hot tears falling on his face and slowly opened his eyes. He looked up and stared into Nabiki’s puffy brown eyes, now red from her crying. Her eyes sparked with joy when he opened his eyes fully, in one swift motion she leaned down pressing her lips to his hungrily, her tongue whipping across his lips begging for entry. Losing himself in her kiss Ranma thought about ways to break the bad news to Nabiki, not too soon of course.

Nabiki broke away from the kiss so her lover could get up and enjoy his time with her in an easier and more comfortable position. Ranma sat up and leaned against the tree they had been under before letting Nabiki pull him toward her before kissing him again. After they came up for air, Ranma looked into Nabiki’s eyes and saw the endless well of love in their depths. Hugging her he held her tightly as she sobbed into his chest.

Nabiki still overcome by the emotions of nearly losing her love twice in one day returned the embrace, as if trying to make sure he wouldn’t slip away from her. Ranma could feel the intensity from Nabiki and could also feel the lust that seemed to be rolling off her in waves. Ranma slowly finished the kiss and drew his head away from Nabiki who moaned at the loss of contact.

Blushing at the obvious need of his love, Ranma said, “While I do l-l-lu-love you Nabiki, I think it w-would be a better id-idea to go somewhere else.” Ranma face turned bright red from the awkwardness.

Nabiki blushed at her own recklessness and her eagerness to have sex in such an open place. Quickly recovering, she grabbed the still blushing and stuttering Ranma by the arm and dragged him off to a nearby hotel, in hopes of finding a room. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on your opinion, Ranma was hungry and his stomach was not one that liked to be ignored for long, and announced its displeasure rather loudly…

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Walking into the bar/restaurant that they had luckily found in a short amount of time, Nabiki swore profusely. Ranma whipped his head around trying to locate the source of his love’s discomfort. Spotting it quickly, Ranma nearly let his jaw hit the floor. There sat Akane on a bar stool, chugging the ale in the tankard in her hand like water. She had yet to show any signs of being drunk, even though the counter in front of her was littered with tankards, all completely empty.

No one else in the establishment seemed to notice her greenish skin; the other people just went on as if it was a normal occurrence. She was finishing her latest pint and asking for another. Ranma and Nabiki walked to a table as far from the bar as possible, seeing as how upset Nabiki was at seeing her sister.

Wrapping his arms around Nabiki in an attempt to comfort her, he tried to recall anything that he could about his new life, but failed miserably. Seeing the waitress coming over, Nabiki tried her best to regain her calm.

After ordering, things went downhill. Akane had stopped drinking and was now sniffing the air as if trying to find a particular scent. Finding it, she followed her nose and found the one of said smell. Which, unfortunately, was Ranma.

“Ranma!” Akane yelled before leaping at said martial artist. Ranma braced himself for a hit that never came. Instead, Akane latched on to him and rubbed her body all over his in suggestive ways.

“What the hell, Akane?” Ranma asked as he tried to dislodge the green look-a-like of his former fiancée, to no avail. Nabiki, of course, wasn’t one to take this lightly after nearly losing her soon-to-be husband.

Quickly lashing out at Akane, Nabiki hit her hard, dislodging the green girl from her hold and knocking her across the room and into the wall. Akane quickly regained her footing and charged at Nabiki in an obvious attempt to remove said woman from her path to her desire.

For the first time, Ranma noticed Akane’s tail, just as it was getting ready to swing at Nabiki. He quickly jumped forward, tackling Nabiki and rolling with her out of the tail’s attack path. Getting up on one knee, Ranma grabbed Nabiki and bolted out the door. A hurt Akane was left behind, watching them depart with sorrow filled yellow eyes.

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After putting a good amount of distance between them and the green Akane, Ranma stopped and hugged a now sobbing Nabiki, who was clutching onto his chest with almost as much strength as Shampoo.

Slowly setting the brown haired woman down onto the ground, he sat down and pulled her onto his lap, her back facing him while he hugged her from behind, whispering comforting words in her ear. Feeling her slowly drift off into a dreamless sleep, the pigtailed martial artist carefully laid her down on the ground. Sighing he thought, ‘What have I gotten into now?’ Staring at the sky he sighed and resigned himself to watching over his new love laying peacefully next to him.

After awhile the sky began to get dark, and he himself was slowly drifting off into slumber. Just before falling asleep he wrapped one arm around Nabiki, pulling her closer to him. Kissing her lightly on the cheek, he let the comfort of sleep claim his mind.

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Awaking to the darkened sky slowly beginning to light, Ranma rolled away from Nabiki, hoping not to disturb her. Standing up and stretching his body to get the kinks out of his system, Ranma began to warm-up for the day. He started slowly at first, picking up speed until his movements were nearly impossible to see.

Nabiki, having pretended to still be asleep when her fiancé had moved, watched in awe as the pigtailed protagonist moved fluidly through his warm-up. Wondering when her fiancé had learned this, Nabiki set the questioning for later. For now, she was favoring to watch his well-built form.

Ranma began to slowly wind down from his exercises and turned around to see a drooling Nabiki. Recognizing the more than obvious forms of arousal and lust in her eyes, he initiated the Saotome Final Technique: FAST BREAK!

The chase was on…

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After running for three straight hours at full speed Nabiki finally collapsed, unable to catch her love. Giving up, she sat down and waited for Ranma to come back; after all, he would need her to find his way back to the town and with all that running she doubted he knew where to go.

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Ranma slowly realized that Nabiki wasn’t following him anymore and quickly turned around to see if she was anywhere nearby. Sighing Ranma backtracked a few miles trying to find Nabiki so she could help him get back to the town; after all, he hadn’t eaten in ages. His stomach, of course, agreed loudly, scaring off birds in nearby trees.

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Nabiki had finally given up waiting and had started to track her fiancé’s path of destruction. Until she heard a loud rumble that scared some birds out of the trees to her left. Curious, Nabiki went to the area of the sounds origin. After a couple of minutes she found her husband-to-be standing in a clearing, rubbing his stomach, guessing, correctly, that the rumble had come from Ranma’s stomach. Sighing about the one thing that would never change, she attempted to sneak up behind Ranma. Of course, this had never worked before, but who was she to stop trying?

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Ranma had been aware that someone was watching him and was trying to sneak up behind him, ha, like that would ever work. Spinning around quickly, Ranma dropped into a loose fighting stance. Seeing a stunned Nabiki behind him, he just sighed.

“Got ya.” Ranma said playfully, before winking and running off again.

“RANMA! I’LL GET YOU ONE OF THESE DAYS!” Nabiki yelled while chasing after her pigtailed martial artist.

This time the chase only lasted ten or so minutes because Ranma was too hungry to continue. Sighing Nabiki helped him up and let him lean on her.

“Seriously Ranma, you think that that appetite could be satisfied.” Nabiki said, obviously annoyed.

“Well if you weren’t always chasing me I might be able to go awhile without food.” Ranma said, earning a mock glare from Nabiki. “You love me anyway,” he said, kissing her softly on the cheek.

“I know.” Nabiki said before turning him to face her and kissed him hard on the lips. After finishing they began the walk towards the town once again.

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Akane was curled up against a tree, her tail wrapping protectively around her as she hugged her knees to her chest. Her form shuddering with silent sobs as she cried silently in a forest, wondering where she had gone wrong. ‘Why does he run away from me?’ the green skinned girl pondered as she cried into her knees.

Stepping out if the shadows of a nearby tree, a man walked slowly towards Akane. He could be described as a splitting image of Ryoga except his eyes were dark red and he had a scar in the shape of a circle with an X inside on the left side of his neck.

“I believe I can help with your problem,” the Ryoga look-a-like said with an almost cruel smirk.

“How? How can you help me?” Akane asked from her position on the ground “You don’t even know what this is about!” she finished, her voice taking an angry tone.

“That has yet to be decided; it all depends on your desires?” the red-eyed man said, the eerie smirk still plastered on his face. “By the way the name is Mishra, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re hurting and I can help,” he said He watched as the girl looked up at him, her yellow orbs roiling with emotion under the wet surface. He watched her think about what he said. Mentally, he crossed his fingers, hoping that his plan would work.

Finally after a long pregnant pause she stood up and walked towards him, her tail trailing her on the ground. “Tell me why I should trust you,” she demanded. Her stance showed she was ready for anything.

Mishra thought for a moment before adding more power to the spell, making his voice more suave and alluring. “I just want to help a beautiful woman, who I see is in pain, get what she desires,” he said, hoping that his plan would work and trick the girl into trusting him. He knew he was close, he could feel that all she needed was one more push, one little push and he could finally get his wish.

“It’s okay if you don’t trust me, but it’s your loss,” he said, letting the voice enhancing spell work its magic as he began to slowly walk away.

“Wait,” Akane cried as she started after him. “Please, I need your help. I’ll do anything,” she cried, tear streaks glistening on her face.

He had heard the magic words, before she could change her mind he took her hand and pulled her into the nearest shadow; and they were gone.

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Nabiki sat across from her fiancé, her mouth agape. ‘No matter how long I live, I will always be amazed at how much he can eat.’ Nabiki thought as she watched her soon-to-be husband ask the waiter for fifths.

Ranma was thoroughly enjoying himself as he indulged in his basic human need, food. Ranma is not a messy eater per-se. Did you ever see him waste good food when he could eat it? It was more of the fact that he ate so fast that gave people that impression. And at the moment, all the women in the restaurant they were eating at were questioning the good-looking brown haired woman’s choice about her date. But this did not bother either member of the couple sitting at the table.

Nabiki on the other hand was eating at a moderate pace, not too slow and not too fast. She ate her food, but was looking around the establishment for any signs of a threat to either of them. Ranma noticed this and stopped eating. He looked at Nabiki for a second, his head tilted to the right as if asking what she was worried about.

“Look Nabiki, nothing will happen,” Ranma said in an attempt to calm Nabiki. “We’re safe for now, and I would like you to enjoy it.” Sure, he may not love her as much as his counterpart had, but that didn’t mean he wanted her to be so stressed out.

“I know,” Nabiki replied before letting out a long sigh. “It’s just that I can’t help but worry that you will be taken from me again, one way or another,” she finished, her eyes filled with fear and uncertainty.

Sighing, Ranma looked at his plate then at Nabiki. He waived the waiter over and paid for the meal using the coin bag full of gold coins that he had found in his pocket. Taking Nabiki by the arm, he led her out of the restaurant and to a hill just outside the town. Sitting down, he hugged her to his chest and whispered, “I’ll make no promise about never leaving but I can promise to do my best to be there for you.” ‘That leaves me covered if I need to leave,’ Ranma thought.

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AN: I am extremely sorry if the title was offensive but I’m trying to stick with what little theme I have at the moment. Anyway I hope you like it, I’m sorry it took awhile but I kinda got bored with writing half-way through and someone needed to kick me in the ass. I would like thank my pre-reader for Ashark for being there to kick my ass for not writing and my editor Xtor49 for looking over my bad writing and correcting my mistakes. All-in-all thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it.

Sincerely,

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Random Quote

“The duty: To defend. The reason: To survive.”