Ranma Fanfiction: Meeting Later 2

Meeting Later Chapter 11

Gori, the old head chef of the Koibito no Tansai Ski Lodge shook his head, “I’m very sorry about that. The girl said she wanted to make breakfast for her fiancée. I just turned my back on your breakfast for a second.”

Ranma nodded, not angry, “Hey, it sounds like she can be very clever in her tricks and such. In a way its good training to keep us on our toes.”

Shaking his head again at the young man before him, he grinned that it wasn’t a true complaint, “Well you’re a lively bunch for a group so small.”

”Yeah, I kind of expected Sakura to be giving more headaches this weekend,” Ranma said as he grabbed a few extra pork buns into the snack tray he was preparing.

Gori’s hand came up, a finger to the lips motioning him to be quiet, both hearing Sakura calling to the old woman in the hall outside.

Moving to the door, Ranma listened closely, wondering what she was up to.

”I’m so sorry that my guests and I have been causing such trouble,” she gushed, trying to bond with the older manager. “In truth, though they are my friends, I will completely support you in kicking them out if they get any more rowdy, if you take my meaning?”

The old woman’s gravely voice spoke quietly but clearly, “You’re patronage is appreciated, Ms Shishimi. If they disrupt your enjoyment, they can be dealt with.”

”That’s all I wanted to hear,” Sakura replied happily, before a new voice came down the hall.

The young receptionist was rushing towards them. “Grandmother, we have a problem in reception.”

Ranma could imagine the glee on Sakura’s face as he tossed his snack tray on the stove with a ‘I’ll be back’ to Gori as he dove out the back and rushed to the entrance and reception hoping to beat the women there.

Barging in, his gut feel as he saw Akane and Kodachi tussling on the ground in a hair pulling catfight, Mikado was nearby, getting up, touching his eye which had apparently been hit and was already red.

Darting forward, the dark haired boy grabbed a premade one use camera from a rack near the reception bench, tearing open the bag it came in with its film, tossing it to the blonde Mikado as he grabbed up the fighting girls. One hand snaked around Kodachi’s flank to pull her against him, his other hand sliding on Akane as she resisted, but he still managed to pull her against him. “Say cheese before we get kicked out!” he demanded.

The two girls reacted like Japanese schoolgirls, automatically stopping their struggles to pose and smile, Kodachi even putting forward her hand forward with fingers up like a ‘V’ as Mikado raised the camera to his good eye and taking the shot.

Blinking from the flash and redfaced, Akane just managed to grab Ranma’s hand from her behind and bring it to her stomach as three women entered the room.

“Hey Sakura, come have a photo?”

Frowning at the dishevelled girls posing with her fiancé, Sakura was never one to pass a camera lense.

Akane and Kodachi stepped back with forced smiles as Sakura all but jumped on the dark haired young man to pose for the camera held by Mikado.

”Truce?” Akane asked through her teeth, “at least till tomorrow night?”

”Agreed,” Kodachi hissed back.



Ranma frowned at his companions in the male change room to the male side of the hotspring, careful to keep away from the cold water the other guys washed off with.

“Ah, a hard day of exercise followed by a full meal with my beloved and now a therapeutic hot bath. Life would only be finer with better company than the two of you,” Kuno proclaimed as he wrapped a towel around his waist and made for curtain to the bath.

”I myself would rather be in with the girls next door than with you, brother,” Mikado returned with a grin, putting his towel over his shoulder as he strode after eldest of them.

Washing off with hot water, Ranma wrapped the towel around his waist and strode out after the pair, taking in the hotspring.

After a short wood deck, an open natural steaming pool stretched out before them. Ending part way out over the water, a weather shelter then opened to the air, the views of the mountain visible over low bamboo fencing around the outside. The left hand wall was twice as high, both young men ahead of him looking at it as they entered the water, blocking vision to the women’s side of the spring.

Unfortunately that wall didn’t go the length of the spring at the deeper far end, where Kuno was already sloshing.

Stepping into the naturally heated water, Ranma was unable to relax into it, “Oi, Kuno, where are you going, pervert.”

Red faced, the taller, older boy turned on him, “Paint your betters not with the tainted intentions in your mind, I merely move to guard the way from you and my Sister’s deviant partner from spying upon the beautiful form of Ms Shishimi, or the divine form of my beloved, as they frolic, undressed, in the hotwater, splashing each other playfully, bouncing and giggling girlishly, light chaste kisses hiding the passions confusing their innocent minds…”

”Focus brother,” Mikado grinned, “and wipe your chin of drool.”

”Any reason you’re moving to ‘guard’ with him? Maybe you should guard each other together over there away from temptation,” Ranma suggested.

”Hey, I’m not some immature peeping tom hiding behind some excuse like a child, I am walking around to their side to be with my fiancée.”

“I wouldn’t go claiming to be a man before you hit puberty,” Ranma stated, waving vaguely to Mikado’s body, annoyed at the gall of the blonde guy.

Mikado looked down, before turning red, in anger and embarrassment, “I shave you idiot!”

“Hohohohoho, Why don’t you boys come join us before you go comparing hair styles?”

Mikado grinned and turned again to make for the passage to the women’s side, Kuno torn for a moment at his sister making the offer, only when he turned to go as well, Akane’s voice rang out.

”NO! I will drown any of you who come around that corner!”

Chuckling, Ranma called out, “And I’ll help her.”