By
Damien
Disclaimer: The characters of Ranma ½ and Urusei Yatsura belong to Rumiko Takahashi and are used without permission.
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Three of a Kind
There is quite a bit of violence and sexual innuendo in this fic
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“Wait! Wait! I’ve got a better challenge,” Aya cried in a voice that approached terrified. She desperately tried to fend Vestal off.
Vestal paused, but continued to pin Aya beneath her. “What is this challenge?”
Aya whose expression had been one of fear just a moment age turned markedly more devious. “Let’s go on a little hunt.”
“A hunt?” Vestal asked intrigued yet cautious.
Her fear completely gone now, Aya leaned up and whispered the remainder of her challenge into Vestal’s ear.
“You’re saying that boy should be the object of our duel?” Vestal scoffed as if the very idea was beneath her.
“Yup,” Aya affirmed, her arms folded behind her and rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. “First one to make him… ah… you know what, wins.”
Vestal appraised Ranma as he walked with Akane towards the school. He was quite handsome, but this was hardly a trial worthy enough to determine the right of succession. “Seducing that man requires no great skill. Surely…”
Aya interrupted her before she could complete her rebuttal by placing a finger to Vestal’s lips. “Well then, you’ll have no difficulty retaining your crown. You should be thrilled things are that easy. Besides,” Aya began, with one eye closed in a protracted wink. “Since you are challenging me… I think I have the right to pick or modify the challenge.” Aya turned her back on Vestal then and took her seat on the “man made” throne. Crossing her legs and lightly rubbing the shoulders of the two men, Aya smiled condescendingly at Vestal.
Vestal’s arms became rigid and her hands tightened into fists, her nails eating into her palms. ‘How dare this… this… peasant assume such authority!’
Around the two women, the Furinkin students watched and discussed amongst themselves what they thought was going on that was until the school bell began to sound. Reluctantly they began to mill back into the school building.
While everyone else had left, the crew from Tomobiki remained behind. Most of them were not sure why they were watching these two strangers arguing. Their only concern was the young oni among them who many had centered their lives around, willingly or otherwise.
“She may not be Moroboshi, but that Aya is certainly egotistical enough,” Mendou observed.
Shinobu was still confused on how they had come to be here in the first place. “What’s going on? I don’t understand.”
Jariten approached his cousin who still seemed irritated by the presence of Vestal and the direction of the conversation between the two strange women. “Lum-chan?” Ten queried.
Lum ignored Jariten for the moment, and walked purposefully toward Vestal and Aya. Reaching Vestal, she yanked the sparsely dressed woman around by the shoulder. “Whatever you two decide, you’d best leave my Darling out of it! Just forget you ever heard of the name Ataru Moroboshi,” the oni warned, causing Aya to smirk in the background. “Darling belongs to me and me ALONE!” She declared, a ribbon of pent up electricity finally escaping to dance up her body.
Vestal scoffed, hoping the smile she was wearing was masking the fear she felt welling up with in her. Oni’s could be fanatical about the strangest things. There was no telling what they were willing to do for someone or something they cared deeply for. But… if her Darling was this Ataru Moroboshi who had originally appeared in the database, perhaps there was no cause for worry. “My only concern,” Vestal began, trying to seem confident. “Is the sanctity of the throne. As such, my business is with this woman here,” she said turning to Aya. “What is your name anyway?” Vestal asked the challenger to her throne.
Vacant colorless eyes were the only response Vestal received from Aya, who mouth hung open as if frozen in shock. Aya stood and walked before Lum, Aya’s white colorless eyes looking at the young woman with a touch of fondness. And then like Lum’s previous encounter with Aya, color again returned to Aya’s eyes, becoming a very dark earthy brown. But unlike last time, these eyes were familiar to her, very familiar.
Lum blinked and rubbed her eyes to make sure what she was seeing was what was really happening, but before she could confirm it, the girl named Aya’s head was savagely driven into the ground by a diminutive old man. At the same time, Mendo and Lum’s other friends had quickly placed themselves between Lum and the increasingly strange Aya.
Mendo drew his sword in front of Lum protectively. “Miss Lum, are you all right?” he asked, watching the shrunken old man warily. He reminded the richer teenager of a darker version of Cherry. Lum didn’t answer as she tried to look past him to Aya. “I think you should stay back, Miss Lum” Mendo suggested.
The members of her storm troopers quickly agreed. Lum, however, did not and when the old man easily picked up the unconscious Aya from the ground, Lum moved to stop him.
“Wait!”
Happosai ignored her, which was quite the feat for him and bounded away before Lum could break through her line of protectors.
Vestal took the opportunity to recall her men. ‘I’ll take care of this fool’s challenge before she even regains consciousness,’ she thought confidently, looking in the direction that Ranma had gone.
“Why did you stop me!” Lum demanded to know. It was only through great restraint and a strong desire to save her pent up emotions for her Darling’s return that kept her from using her electricity to free herself earlier or punish her friends now.
The group backed up, their hands pleadingly in the air. “Ah, we thought that geezer might attack you too!” Chibi replied in a near whine.
“His name is Happosai. He is a martial artist master of great skill,” Cherry answered, appearing from out of no where. He turned to face Lum. “Your friends are right. You should stay clear of him and that girl, Aya.”
Lum stared at Cherry, weighing his words against her feelings, which were telling her the exact opposite. An exclamation from Ten interrupted her thought process.
“AH! I remember that guy! He was the one who kidnapped that idiot Ataru!”
Lum was on Ten as soon as the words had left his mouth. “WHAT!”
“Ten… didn’t you say a gang of kidnappers took Ataru?” Shinobu asked.
“Well…” Ten hesitated, but Lum had already heard all she needed to hear. She immediately took to the air and flew off in the direction Happosai and Aya had gone.
Ranma walked along side of Akane, taking Vestal and Aya’s distraction as his opportunity to get away from the amorous girl. “Whatcha suppose their challenge is about?” He asked Akane.
Akane was still shocked and upset about her picture appearing on some alien list. “Who cares? It’s probably something perverted.”
Ranma smirked. “I guess you would know all about that… seeing how you placed fourth on their horny list.” Ranma laughed and ducked Akane’s book bag that she swung at his head. He was about to dash ahead of her into the school when he suddenly got the feeling he was being watched. He turned to see that alien woman, Vestal, looking at him with a predatorial gleam in her eye that would take Shampoo another twenty years to match. He was so distracted by the look that he failed to notice Akane’s second swing.
“Take that!” Akane proclaimed triumphantly as she punted Ranma into several mops that had been placed in a wooden rack to dry. Unfortunately for Ranma, they were still quite wet.
Vestal’s expression of thinly veiled lust was quickly replaced by stunned amazement when she saw a red headed and very buxom young woman rise from the pile of mops and buckets. On her planet, there existed legend of such creatures. They could change their sex just as easily as she changed clothes. It was said that to seduce and claim one was extremely difficult, but more than worth the effort. Not only because the sexual act was storied to be beyond merely pleasurable, but also because it inferred upon its partner eternal youth. Vestal never actually believed in the silly lores and tales, but how could she argue with her own eyes?
‘Not only will I retain my throne, but my beauty and youth for now and forever!’ she thought in excited glee. She continued to watch as her target and the frumpy girl with short hair walked into the nearby structure, arguing heatedly the whole time. She would have this Ranma within the hour, even before that upstart Aya awakened. Vestal tried to stifle her laughter as she walked towards Furinkin High.
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The lunch time traffic was just about clearing up from the roads and sidewalks, which made it somewhat easier for Happosai to maneuver with the burden he was carrying. This section of Nerima along with the section known as Tomobiki were likely one of the few places in a civilized city were the sight of a unconsciousness young woman being bodily carried through the streets elicited only the odd stare. All in all, Happosai thought it rather funny… people and their pretenses. It was probably the one and only thing he didn’t like about Ranma and the major reason he wasn’t about to give up the girl he was now carrying. They were alike after all, cast from the same mold. Through this child he carried on his back, he would show Ranma and everyone else.
Aya stirred on his back and Happosai wondered who would awaken. There were at least three minds in that muddled head on top of Aya’s shoulders. How that came about, he was only vaguely aware. What was worse was two of the three didn’t like him or were indifferent towards him. One personality, he suspected, was that of the boy he had found lying beat up and burnt in the trash. The mixture of herbs and incense he had used to erase the boy’s memory had worked for Happosai flawlessly in the past instances he had used them. But he knew… had known ever since he had seen the boy that night that this Moroboshi possessed an unusual aura. It was an extremely dark and malformed miasma, and was likely the source of the boy’s vitality, libido, and tenacity. With it, he was even fighting off the effects of the herbs. One dose had always been enough in the past, but Aya required boosters every month. This was the reason he had to avoid using the word “Darling” around Aya, as it triggered something from her past. Today, he had learned why.
It was his girlfriend’s pet name for him.
But the drugs were having a cumulative effect, and even when he lapsed and referred to his stolen panties as his “silkly Darlings”, it would only cause Aya to momentarily lose focus. The personality of Ataru Moroboshi was slowly but surely fading away. He wasn’t worried about that aspect of Aya. No, it wasn’t the boy; it was the other woman in Aya’s head that had Happosai weary.
Aya moaned again, and momentarily picked up her head before it flopped back down. This was a bad sign. Normally, the blow that Happosai had struck Aya with would not have kept her unconscious this long… that is if it would have knocked her out at all. This meant only one thing, his Aya was again fighting the demons in her head.
Happosai was about to put Aya down and even strike her unconscious again if necessary, when a whistle caught his attention. A woman, in her late teens or perhaps early twenties was leering at him.
Happosai rubbed his eyes and shook his head. Even in his youth, no woman had ever looked at him that suggestively ever. He pointed at himself, to make sure he was the target of her attentions and she smiled and nodded. He dropped Aya like she had been on fire and quickly bounded over to the pretty young thing.
It hadn’t taken her long to find someone suitable to temp the old man. She had been watching him for the past six months and knew that like any typical man he would likely drop his mother off a cliff for anything with breasts that winked at him. Her choice had been a young brunette wearing a short skirt and a rather thin blouse who had been waiting for a bus. The girl had just recently ended a relationship and was a bit depressed, making her an easy target. She hadn’t even so much as dipped when she was taken. She unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse and whistled at the diminutive lech. The things she went through for Jing.
“Hey, Baby, looking for a good time?” Happosai asked as he bounded up to the deviously smiling girl. “How about handing over that pretty bra?”
She didn’t know what he was asking, but it didn’t matter. The brunette spread out her arms invitingly. “Come and get it,” she said in a dialect of Chinese.
Perhaps if he hadn’t been blinded by the woman’s c-cups,
Happosai would have noticed the woman’s eyes darken considerably. If her breasts
hadn’t been so soft and the silk of her bra so smooth, he might of noticed her
step out into the street as she held him tightly to her chest. And perhaps if
Happosai wasn’t a master of the
“What the?” Happosai wondered aloud, sitting atop a light pole across the street from the now gathering crowd of gawkers. From his vantage point he could see that the pretty girl who had caught his attention was not so pretty anymore. ‘What a waste,’ Happosai mused. ‘That bra is totally ruined now.’ The fact that this girl apparently hated him enough to kill herself trying to kill him, didn’t even enter into his thought process.
With the distraction of a nice set of boobs gone, Happosai remembered he left Aya lying on the sidewalk. As he looked in the direction he had left her, he could see very little because of the crowd and quickly arriving authorities. He doubted people would be callous enough to ignore her lying there. More likely they would assume she had passed out after witnessing the accident, and give her medical attention. None of that was happening. ‘She must have regained consciousness,’ Happosai concluded. ‘But where would she go?’
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“Aya” wandered down the street looking at all the glass and tall buildings with a sense of wonder. No matter how much she had seen of this strange land she always spotted something new. And everything was so cold and impersonal, she liked it. Nothing like a small village at all. She could disappear here. Quickly gaining her bearings, “Aya” made her way to the park where she kept most of her things, not that she had much. Still it was a place she could think without being bothered. The park was large and one of the few heavily wooded areas in the city. It had taken a while but she found a secluded ravine masked by brush, rocks and trees. Reaching it, she looked about to make sure no one was around, before leaping into a tree that overlooked her home. Everything seemed to be in place and no one had bothered any of her dolls.
‘Now,’ she thought to herself. ‘What have I’ve been doing?’ The last thing she truly remembered was that handsome boy with the pigtail she and her sister had been trying to seduce. After that was a bit fuzzy… There were faces and small snippets of information and… that green haired girl! She had run into that girl with horns again! There was something very familiar about her and her hair was so pretty! It would make a gorgeous doll.
‘Well, time could be short.’ She hopped down into the ravine and retrieved a sack of clothes she had hidden. The school uniform was just not her. She retrieved a pair of loose fitting pants that were dark blue in color and embroidered with a pattern of light blue roses that ran up the leg. She had just put on the matching top, when she heard a voice call out the name, “Jing.” That name was kind of familiar but the voice was not. She heard the voice call out “Aya” next. Climbing the tree she used to get in and out of her hideaway, Aya spotted an elderly woman looking in her direction and knew instantly who it was. How she knew, she didn’t know, but ignorance never stopped her before. Aya hopped down next to the woman.
“So, that’s an interesting look for you.” She said speaking Chinese and laughing. “Let’s go find that horned girl.” Aya enthused grabbing the older woman’s arm. “Lum! That’s what they called her.”
“You still don’t remember?” the old lady asked, sounding exasperated.
Aya’s expression became puzzled. “I remember!” she answered angrily. “It’s you who’s loopy. Always calling me, Jing. You’re almost as bad as that Cherry and his Ataru.” Aya began to storm off, but suddenly turned around. “Though, now that you mention it, I am forgetting something important.”
The old woman sighed. The process was taking far far longer than it should. It was either that Happosai or that Cherry’s fault. She would kill them both when the opportunity arose. ‘At least she was speaking Chinese,’ she thought tiredly. “I don’t know what you are forgetting. I don’t understand these people’s language,” she explained and then related to Aya what she did know of this morning. “What are you going to do about those amazons that are here? Are you just going to let them go?”
Aya’s expression darkened momentarily. She sat down on the ground crossing her legs and resting her head on her elbows. “That’s right… what they did to me… It was something bad wasn’t it?”
The old woman nearly fell to the ground in shock. “HOW COULD YOU HAVE POSSIBLY FORGOTTEN THAT!” she yelled directly into Aya’s ear. Her seventy year old heart began to beat erratically and she clutched her chest in pain.
“Ow,” Aya complained rubbing her ear. Suddenly, Aya’s eyes widened in realization. “Wait! I remember now!” she claimed smacking her fist into her palm.
The old woman took a calming breath. “Thank the spirits… I don’t know how you could have forgotten them kil…”
“I bet that bald woman I’d get Ranma off before she did!”
Aya looked at her friend, smiling triumphantly. To say that she was more than a bit confused when her friend began choking her would be an understatement.
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Ranma was really bored now. The excitement of this morning and lunch was soon forgotten, drowned in trigonometric formulas. Sitting in that hot classroom, watching the teacher write mathematical formulas on the board was not his idea of fun. He looked at Ukyou’s empty chair and hoped whatever it was that got into her this morning had run its course. He then turned in Akane’s direction. She for some reason was actually interested in the lesson. Boring… Boring… Boring… ‘I wished something would happen.’
No sooner had the thought entered his head than a woman not even half dressed threw the door open and stepped into the room. She quickly scanned the room and spotted Ranma. “A man again, I see. That’s good, that’s very good,” Vestal said in a low seductive voice. Slowly, she strode deeper into the room, rubbing her hands up and down her body suggestively. She reached Ranma’s desk and sat on top of it, crossing her legs in front of him. “Today is your lucky day, Ranma. The pleasures of the flesh await you,” she enticed, reaching out to caress Ranma’s face.
Akane grabbed Vestal’s hand and wrenched it away from Ranma. “What exactly do you think you’re doing!” Akane asked, glaring angrily at Vestal.
“I take it, he’s yours?” Vestal mused. “I only want to borrow him a bit.” She eyed Akane up and down, recalling Akane picture on the list of the universe’s most sexually hungry people. Vestal’s hand reached out again, this time towards Akane. “In fact, why don’t we make it a threesome or better yet I could have my handlers join us?” She leaned forward, to kiss Akane, but doubled over in pain before she got even close. Akane’s fist had struck her in the gut.
“You think I’m some kind of pervert!” Akane shouted, red faced. “WELL, I’M NOT!” Akane’s second blow, hit Vestal square in the face and threw across the room.
Vestal struck the chalkboard and slid down to the floor. When she could see through her pain she noticed a small girl, who had been standing at the front of the class, pointing her outstretched hands at her. Between them she held a small coin. The next thing Vestal knew she was waking up in what was apparently some kind medical room.
Noticing her patient becoming aware of her surroundings, the nurse came over and sat next to her. “I hear you had a run in with Akane and Miss. Hinako.” The nurse handed her a tray full of pastries and a glass of milk. “The sugar well help you get your energy back,” the nurse explained at Vestal’s look and then walked back to the desk.
Vestal looked out the window to see the sun beginning to set. ‘How long have I been out?’ she wondered. ‘That Aya girl could have won the duel by now!’ Woozily, she stood and left the room, hoping against hope that hadn’t lost her throne to the Terran.
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