Ranma 1/2 - Kasumi: Freedom in Infancy

Chapter 5
Chapter Four: Daily Diapers! A new yet fulfilling lifestyle.

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Chapter Description: the meat of the story, great descriptions of her life.

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Chapter Four: Daily Diapers! A new yet fulfilling lifestyle.

Kasumi woke up to the light of early spring and a gentle breeze fluttering through the light blue curtains on the windows. Her diaper was still dry but her need to relieve herself was extreme.

’Well, here it goes’ She thought, not bothering to get out of her warm sheets. She turned a little to get comfortable and attempted to let go. She found her body was uncooperative. Finally she pushed a little harder and a small trickle began that quickly turned into a good soaking. The hot piss filled her diaper completely, and it still felt wet even as the flow died down. She squirmed in the wet diaper, enjoying the new feeling, and not having to get out of her warm bed to relieve herself. She decided to just close her eyes for a moment, to enjoy the feeling more fully.

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"Kasumi-chan, breakfast..." Kimiko opened the door to her oldest’s room. "Kasumi!, you’re not up yet?"

"Sorry mommy, I feel back asleep." Kasumi said rubbing her eyes and sitting up.

"That’s okay honey, you’ve still got enough time if you don’t dawdle." Kimiko replied "Breakfast is ready, since we’re running late, I’ll have to change you after we eat okay?" Her mother quickly left the room to return to the cooking food that was almost done, not really leaving Kasumi with much choice but to wait.

Kasumi headed downstairs and into the living room where the table was setup. She could feel her diaper riding low, sagging between her legs. Hopefully her pjs would be sufficent to cover it up through breakfast.

"Morning Kasumi!" Akane said, greeting her happily. "You’re still in your pjs?"

"So are you." Kasumi said, noting that Akane wasn’t ready for school either.

"Yeah, but we don’t usually get dressed until after breakfast, your always ready before me and Akane get up." Nabiki said, explaining their sister’s surprise.

"Oh, well I slept in today." Kasumi said flatly sitting down at her space with a audible crinkle.

"Breakfast girls, Soun!" Kimiko said calling in her husband from the feeding of the koi. Soun nodded and went to wash up while Kimiko set the plates out onto the table.

"Mommy is Kasumi still wearing a diaper?" Akane asked, a little timidly, "I thought she only had to wear one yesterday."

"Well, Akane, Kasumi has decided she wants to wear diapers from now on." Kimiko answered and immediately there was a paletable discomfort in the air, mostly emanating from Kasumi.

Kasumi sat utterly still, completely concentrating on the Miso soup which had been placed in front of her. She didn’t add a thing to her mother’s words and simply hoped that her sister would drop it.

"So Kasumi you’re wearing a diaper right now?" Nabiki asked with a big grin. "I can’t believe it, that is -so- funny." It was all Nabiki could do to keep it to a loud giggle. Her tough as nails sister who was the family martial arts heir was wearing diapers voluntarily.

"Now girls." Kimiko said sternly "You are not to tell anyone in school about this, it stays in the family. If Kasumi gets found out that’s her problem, but you two aren’t to make this harder on her than it already will be."

"Yes mother." Akane said, Nabiki looked a little less willing to comply. Kimiko regarded her with an even stronger stare.

"And if you don’t- Nabiki this is important, I might send you to school in diapers as well." Kimiko added

"No fair!" Nabiki said, "Why should I have to keep Kasumi’s secret."

"Because, we’re family and we look out for each other." Her mother replied, and that was the end of the argument. Kasumi was decidely grateful her mother had kept her sisters from telling everyone. If her mom hadn’t protected her, everyone in school would’ve known by lunch, or at least Nabiki would’ve extorted a decent amount of her allowance. Some things were the same as she was used to, and the cost of Nabiki’s silence in matters such as these was an example.

The rest of breakfast was a rather subdued matter. Nabiki and Akane not wanting to test there mother, who was really only acting stern, to save her daughter embarrassment. Kasumi not wanting to say anything, but wanting to have her diaper changed as it had grown cold and the sensation was not as pleasant as before. Soun simply didn’t want to be involved at all. He ate his breakfast silently, hoping his strong warrior girl would grow tired of this game soon.

"Okay, time to get ready for school girls." Kimiko said picking up the plates and taking them into the kitchen. "Kasumi, help me here."

"Sure." Kasumi said gathering what her mother hadn’t been able to take on the first trip and following her to the kitchen.

"Alright, put those in the sink, then lets get you changed. We’re running a little behind this morning." Kimiko said, Kasumi quickly putting the dishes in the sink and following her mother to the laundry room.

"Up we go!" Her mother said hoisting her onto the counter, not that it would have been a challenge for her to get up there on her own. Kasumi laid on her back as her mom took of her pj bottoms revealing a sodden diaper.

"My, you were really wet huh?" Kimiko said, Kasumi simply nodded, embarrassed to be discussing the state of her diapers with her mother. "Must’ve been uncomfortable, I’ll make sure to wake you up in time to get changed before breakfast from now on."

Kimiko ran a cool wipe over Kasumi, cleaning her up efficently and added a little baby powder. "We’ll have to keep this light so you don’t get noticed by smell alone."

Kasumi simply nodded again as the new diaper was unfolded and slipped beneath her. Kimiko pulled it up snugly between her legs and taped it shut.

"Okay, that should do it. Remember to go to the nurse’s office to get changed once you’re at school, don’t worry Takeshi-san is a very nice lady. Now hurry and get ready for school." Kimiko picked her daughter off the counter and set her on the floor. Kasumi took off to her room while her mother disposed of the used diaper. ’I should probably get a diaper genie or something’ Kimiko thought to herself as she took it to the outside trash.

Kasumi discovered a new problem inside her room. A good portion of her outfits had little chance of concealing diapers. Well, they were tight enough to give a perceptive person all the information they needed. In the end she found the dresses were a god send. Unfortunately they represented a double-edged sword. She’d have to be very ladylike (which of course was second-nature to Kasumi) or someone would get a flash, and not of her panties. ’I guess that means -no- kicks while fighting’ Kasumi thought as she pulled a white dress with flowers over her head. It looked very cute and feminine, undoubtly the old her would’ve never worn it.

Kimiko had to call Kasumi twice, which was a rareity, but then her daughter had to be extremely concerned about her first day in diapers so she let it slide. Soon all three of her daughters were out the door and on they’re way to school. This gave her the rest of the day to attempt to clean up the mess they made while they were here.

"Ugggh, I’ve got a math test today." Akane said, remembering she hadn’t bothered to study again.

"Mom’s gonna kill you if you get under a sixty again." Nabiki said remembering the anger their mother showed to failing grades. Especially since she knew her children could do better if they tried

"If you want me to work with you a little later, I can." Kasumi replied. Akane nodded vigoursly, her older sister always seemed to know how to explain things the easy way. Kasumi had helped Akane through school the first time, it wasn’t that hard to give her tips occassionally.

All three sisters really only had one thing on their mind. That was Kasumi’s diapers. However their mother had given very strict rules, enough that Akane and Nabiki weren’t going to talk about it in vicinity to the school. Kasumi was instead noticing how odd it was to walk down the street in public wearing a diaper. It was a secret, something that she shouldn’t be doing. Kasumi never got to do naughty things, yet technically it wasn’t naughty since she had her parents permission. Still, it felt like it was, and the feeling of being naughty was really exciting. Especially since it was so unlike her.

Also there was a giant wall of tension associated with the diaper. Would someone notice? Could people tell as they walked by? What on earth had she been thinking to agree to this, even if she did like diapers? All of this basically amounted to sensory overload, so all she really could do was walk to school in silence, saying acouple lines so her sisters wouldn’t know how messed up she was. After their shoes were in their lockers Kasumi headed to to her classroom, ultra self concious the whole time.

"Kasumi-chan!" Shizuka yelled coming over to give her a hug. Kasumi deftly side stepped in such a way that the hug was avoided but it didn’t seem on purpose. ’Geeze, this might be harder than I thought.’ Kasumi realized

"Ohayo Shizuka-chan." Kasumi replied. "How was your weekend?"

"So-So I guess. I just sat around and played with my little brother. What about yours?" Shizuka asked

"The same, bored just playing with my sisters." Kasumi responded, perhaps a little too quickly. Anything to keep off the subject of how the weekend really went. Regardless nine year old children aren’t that observant most of the time. A fact that had Kasumi praising Kami-sama.

Kasumi found herself completely unable to concentrate. Luckily it was all overly simple review for her, so she could answer the questions asked of her without paying attention to the lecture.

At about ten a.m. she felt the urge to go potty come to her. She could easily wait for morning recess, which began in fifteen minutes, but her thoughts turned back to her diaper. ’I could go right now and no one would know.’ She considered, besides this wasn’t going to be the last time she was in a classroom wearing a diaper. Sitting in her desk Kasumi looked around and found all eyes forward.

Trying to look inconspicous Kasumi attempted to wet her diaper. THe nervousness of the venture held her up slightly, especially since any attempt at forcing it would probably give her away completely. She waited, slowly relaxing herself until the stream of pee released itself and began to soak into her diaper. The warmth was pleasant as she sat in her own wetness. She felt relieved physically, but mentally she was still completely alert. ’I hope it doesn’t smell’ Kasumi worried, realizing a complication she’d missed, luckily no one seemed to noticed and she remained undected as class broke for recess.

"Kasumi, me and Sumire were going to play volleyball with some other girls from class E, wanna play?" Shizuka said as their teacher dimissed the class.

"No thanks." Kasumi replied, though she’d began to really enjoy playing again. She still had to get her ’situation’ handled. "I’ve got some stuff to do."

"Okay, well, come over if you get bored," Shizuka said, taking off quickly out of the door, Sumire following her.

Kasumi waited for them to get reasonably away and the headed down to the infirmary. Nurse’s office, whatever, it was a little room with a cot where the nurse stayed in case someone got injured. In a school of over two thousand in Tokyo’s suburbs it was definite necessity. Besides, Nerima had a bit of a rep for oddly violent situations. Kasumi slid open the door and walked inside the sterile little white room.

"Kasumi-chan?" Takeshi-san said turning around. "Lock the door okay."

Kasumi nodded and locked the door. She was definitely grateful the nurse had remembered to lock it, because if she had forgotten she could consider the school year doomed.

"Well hello Kasumi-chan, I haven’t seen you since you got that nasty cut beating up Yamada-kun." Takeshi-san giggled. "You mother called me, so I know you’re situation. It’s no big deal, part of my job deals with handling diapers, of course usually the kids don’t have a choice."

"Well, I, I mean, sometimes..." Kasumi stammered, not even being able to explain to herself completely why she had chosen diapers.

"Kasumi-chan, you don’t have to explain to me, I’m just teasing you. You’re mother’s a good friend back from our high school days. Now hop up on the bed and we’ll get you cleaned up." Takeshi-san said

Kasumi hiked up her dress and laid down on the infirmary bed, feeling rather exposed. Sure she was a family friend, but Kasumi couldn’t remember ever meeting her in person. Laying on a bed, with you diaper exposed and a person you’ve just meet coming to change you is a rather unnerving experience.

Takeshi-san walked over with some wipes and a fresh diaper and untaped the used one, which was rather heavy with wetness. "Wow, be careful not to flood these all at once, or you might find yourself leaking." Kasumi gulped and made sure she took that advice to heart.

"Up we go." Takeshi-san said raising Kasumi’s legs into the air suddenly, "Sorry, force of habit, it keeps the younger ones amused." Kasumi giggled a little involuntarily, realizing the moment after how babyish that made her appear. Not that she really cared about it in front of Takeshi-san though.

Takeshi-san wiped her private areas carefully and applied a little rash cream, it was a little sticky and cool though not to unpleasant. Her mother hadn’t used the stuff yet, but Kasumi realized she may soon be getting used to it. She felt a new diaper placed under her and her legs freed as Takeshi pulled the diaper up between her legs. Takeshi-san taped the sides a little too tight and stood her up. ’She not as good at changing diapers as mom’ Kasumi thought, noticing at the same time it was a odd statment for a nine year old to think.

Also she realized that there was a definitely bias for her when it came to her mother. Everyday good or bad was in the end heaven with her mother alive again. This was a real childhood, unlike the first run. Still, how odd Kasumi was making hers made her wonder if the pressure her mother left her had made her a much more normal person. The controls she’d set on herself were slowly coming down, allowing her to shap herself more like what she wanted to be that what everyone needed her to be. That someone that was what she wanted to be appeared to be a rather odd character so far.

"Thanks Takeshi-san." Kasumi said, happily in a fresh diaper, "Just wondering, mom said there were other kids in diapers..."

"Ahh, well, you won’t like the answer to that." Takeshi replied. "You’re the oldest and the only one who isn’t special needs, but heck it takes all kinds right."

"Oh, well, thanks I guess." Kasumi said, a little bummed no one shared her interest.

"I’ve had kids older than you diapered before though, so don’t worry too much.I expect I’ll see you again today. Now go play." Takeshi said ushering her out to the playground.

Kasumi went back to her classroom and whipped out a book she’d brought with her and read it at her desk. ’I can’t do this everyday, someone will notice’ She thought, enjoying the book ’Then again if I go play and someoone sees the diaper they’ll definitely notice.’

The rest of the day went smoothly with Kasumi getting another change at lunch. By the end of the day however her bowels felt as if they were about to burst. She hadn’t been since the previous day in the afternoon and she really didn’t want to mess her diaper at school if she could avoid it.

Luckily, Shizuka had cleaning duty after school that day so there would be no one to stop her on her way home. The minute the class let out she hurried over to the lockers, changed to her outdoor shoes and took off across the schoolyard.

"Hey Kasumi Wait!" Akane called, Kasumi sighed and waited for her little sister to catch up. Her stomach let out a warning grumble.

"Let’s go, Akane-chan, I want to get home soon." Kasumi said impatiently.

"Nabiki said to meet her here. She’s coming here real soon." Akane replied. Kasumi sighed and tapped her foot. She couldn’t hold it much longer.

A good five minutes later Nabiki appeared ready to go. Normally the wait wouldn’t have bothered Kasumi in the slightest, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

"Let’s go Nabiki, I’ve been waiting." Kasumi said haughtily

"Geeze, I was only five minutes, fine lets go." Nabiki replied annoyed "Still, mom asked us to pick up some onions and cabbage on the way home right?"

Kasumi nodded, but in actuality had completely forgotten. It was probably due to the mini farts she was trying to let out silently. It was completely unladylike and bugging the hell out of her. Still, when you’ve gotta go, you gotta go.

She made it to the market, and about a block towards home.

"Wait a sec." Kasumi said, handing Nabiki the bag she was carrying, and standing next to the wall. A moment later she turned beet red and sweat appeared on her forehead.

"What’s up?" Nabiki said taking the bag, "Why are we stopping."

"It smells like poo." Akane stated sniffing the air as Kasumi made a soft grunting sound. She squatted slightly just praying no one but her sisters would notice. She felt the soft poop exit and push up against the resistance of the diaper.

"Did you just poop?" Nabiki asked in surprise.

"Lets go." Kasumi said taking the bag back and starting to walk again, not giving Nabiki an answer. She quickly found the load a little uncomfortable. It sagged the diaper pretty heavily in the back. She was glad for Takeshi-san’s tight changes.

"She did, didn’t she?" Akane said in awe as she looked at the odd way her sister started walking, though Kasumi quickly compensated so her walking appeared more normal. Of course this also smooshed more poop into her rear. It was definitely smelly, but the feeling itself wasn’t that bad. Warm and soft were feelings she could live with.

"I can’t believe you pooped your diaper on the street." Nabiki said, wanting to rib her sister but not knowing what could be more embarrassing than stating the truth.

"Enough okay." Kasumi said "I really had to go."

"Then YOU DID!" Nabiki said excitedly

"Wasn’t it obvious?" Kasumi asked exasperated

"Well, yeah, but to hear you admit it..." Nabiki replied, it was like day had become night for her older sister.

The Tendo sister’s walked into the house and off to their repective after school duties. Kasumi headed to the kitchen to give her mother the groceries.

"Here’s your groceries Okaasan!" Kasumi said dropping the bag on the counter.

"Ahh, thank you Kasumi." Kimiko said, suddenly sniffing the air, "My little girl has a messy diaper doesn’t she?"

"Mooommm!" Kasumi said scandilized, Kimiko was treating her like she was two. Though she hated to admit it, she kinda liked it.

Kimiko just laughed lightly at her whining daughter and picked her up. Kasumi was a little disoriented at being carried. Suddenly she was let down onto the counter and Kimiko pushed her daughter’s dress up and out of the way and untaped it.

"Wow you’re really messy!" Kimiko said a little louder than she had too, but not enough that anyone else would hear. Kasumi just sighed, it was clear the teasing from her mother was going to go on through the changing.

Still, considering that the mother, who had probably expected to be done with messy diapers years ago was changing her without complaint Kasumi knew she didn’t have much right to complain.

"Here honey, hold your legs for mommy," Kimiko said, having Kasumi hold her ankles while she went to work getting her daughter clean. Kasumi gripped her ankles, glad she was really flexible from practicing the art.

Kimiko used a good five wipes cleaning her daughters hiney before rolling them all up in the messy diaper. She enjoyed teasing her daughter a bit as she changed her, but only because she could see Kasumi liked it regardless of the front she tried to put up. ’It’s funny seeing her try to keep some level of maturity while getting changed from a messy diaper’ Kimiko thought as she placed the diaper to the side, to handle after Kasumi was ready.

Baby powder was sprinkled on more liberally than in the morning, and Kasumi enjoyed the intoxicating scent of it as her mother spread it onto her. Next the fresh diaper came and Kimiko taped it up expertly.

"Right, I’m going to handle this bomb, and you should go see your dad. I assume he’ll be ready for your daily workout soon."

Kasumi went up to her room and changed into some workout clothes before heading to the livingroom where she found her dad watching sports on the T.V.

"Ready to practice Daddy?" She asked, not to sure of his mood, it was the first day of his eldest being back in diapers afterall.

"Excellent timing, let’s see how well you do today." Soun said, standing up firmly and leading the way to the dojo. Her father seemed more serious than usual, and while this made Kasumi excited, it didn’t produce the worry it should of.

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"Are you done?" Soun called from his position on the mat. Kasumi simply grunted, trying with all her power to stand again. Her legs felt like jello. It’d only been two hours but her father had only drilled her a little before starting the sparring.

She could tell he went extremely easy on her. She knew his hits could fell men far bigger than himself, yet whenever he hit her it was hard enough to really sting, but not to draw tears.

"I’m still good!" Kasumi yelled with all the air in her lungs. She forced herself to her feet. It was exilirating. She’d missed out on so much by giving up her practice in the family style. Her body could go so much further now, so much stronger.

She quickly jumped into an offense stance and attacked her father with a right jab, his hand coming up to block it easily. Next a left hook, as he dodged she dropped into a crouch, flinging her left foot in an arc towards his calf. It connected hard as she dropped to the ground. Suddenly she felt fingers touching her forehead.

"I guess it’s your point daddy." She said a little disappointed.

"That was excellent Kasumi, I don’t think I’ve ever showed you the sweep before though, where did you pick that up?" Soun asked, impressed at the attempted technique

"Ahhh, I think I saw one of your students do it while practicing..." Kasumi replied, she really hated lying, but she simply couldn’t explain that she’d seen Ranma do it a couple of times when he was fighting with his friend Ryouga.

"Ahh, maybe Suya," Soun said thoughtfully, "It’s a good technique but you’re still to small to use it. You saw how your body fell, and I stayed stable. However, against kids your size, it’d probably work like a charm."

"I’ll remember that, thanks dad." Kasumi said

"You really impressed me today, not many kids can take sparring for over an hour straight. Heck, most adults can’t. You keep this up and you may even be better than me one day." Soun said proudly. "Now, go have some fun, kids shouldn’t have to study the art all day long."

Kasumi bowed to her father and headed back inside. She was completely exhausted but also giddy with the style of training. Ranma and his father rarely did kata training, it was almost all sparring. The more sparring her father had her practice the closer to her being a true martial artist.

The martial arts had become an odd thing to Kasumi. She knew from her rep that she’d been in loads of fights before she’d awoken from her wish. Still, she’d only fought two people since being here, having no problem talking the rest out of it. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the art, but unneeded violence was still abhorrent.

She stopped in the hall briefly to pee and continued back up the stairs to her room. Flopping onto the bed she once again enjoyed a little peace, quiet and a warm diaper. ’This is the life’ Kasumi thought to herself, as she stretched a little to accomodate her aching muscles.

That’s when she heard the front door to her house open and a familiar voice. She quietly left her room and went over to the landing where she could see the visitor.

"Sorry for bothering you Kimiko, I’m just checking everywhere they might have gone too." A short brown haired woman in a kimono asked. The sword in wrapping slung over her shoulder, Kasumi immediately wondered if she was supposed to recognize Nodoka or not.

"No bother Nodoka, but no I haven’t heard from either of them, let’s go into the living room for some tea, and you can ask Soun." Kimiko said leading them down the hall. Kasumi followed, wondering what had brought Ranma’s mother here.

"Hi mommy, Auntie Nodoka," Kasumi said, bowing as she entered. She hated to be rude and intrude on adults (although in her head she was one of them) but she wanted to know what was going on.

"Ahh, Kasumi-chan. I’m so happy you remember me, I haven’t been around in almost two years. Give your auntie a hug!" Kasumi immediately realized the downside to this, but being rude was an impossibility. The audible crinkle was ignored by both parties as the two embraced.

"So what has happened to your husband and son?" Kimiko asked as Kasumi took a seat next to her.

"Well, maybe nothing, but Genma wrote on the dot every month for eleven years while training our soon. The last postcard I got was six months ago and mentioned something about China. I don’t think they’re dead, but I definitely think something’s wrong. So I started checking all the places they could be in Japan. Soon I’ll leave for China."

"Ahh, Nodoka, what brings you?" Soun asked, seeing his best friend’s wife.

"Genma hasn’t written me in months." Nodoka said worriedly.

"Oh!" Soun replied, coughing slightly. "Genma got tied up in China, some sort of problem, he wrote to me and said he’d write to you again soon. Not to worry, everything like that. I just got it the other day."

"Really!?" Nodoka said full of hope.

"Ahh, yes, but he doesn’t think he’ll be able to come home with Ranma right away.... They have things to settle and such." Soun added

Kasumi and Kimiko were no strangers to Soun. Kasumi had watched her father try to lies enough to know when he was full of it. But why would he try to lie to Nodoka? Kimiko was thinking the same thing, but as they could think of no motive they let it go.

Nodoka left a number where she could be reached, in case Soun heard anything else, and went to check a few more places, though she was greatly relieved to know they were okay. As she exited the front gate Kasumi and Kimiko immediately turned on Soun.

"Husband, how could you lie to Nodoka!" Kimiko said angrily, Kasumi simply looked hurt at her father.

"Girls, it’s not what you think!" Soun started hastily, "I did get a letter from Genma. I was just omitting the truth."

Soun took the to the dojo where he produced a letter he’d cleverly hidden in the rafters.

~Dear my old friend Tendo,

Ranma and I have been in a grave accident. Since we were held hostage in China by a group of female savages. Just last week I managed to secure our release and soon we will be on boat headed for Japan. Nodoka -must- not find out, our lives may be at stake. I hate to impose upon the promise so earlier, but I don’t have much other option. I’ll write you again just before we arrive.

Your comrade,

Saotome Genma~

Kimiko looked at the letter in shock. Kasumi was somewhat more used to Mr. Saotome’s semantics, and though she’d never admit it openly, she could read between the lines.

"Soun, does that mean he’ll be living with us?" Kimiko asked

"I suppose, still we have a guest room and he is a great friend." Her father replied

"You didn’t consult me on this?" Kimiko sounded hurt

"He said it was a matter of life and death that Nodoka not find out, you women like to talk I was just protecting them."

"Hmmph, men. Well okay, I guess I have no say in this." Kimiko said sighing "Still I am the ruler of the house. They have to abide by my rules if they’re going to live here."

"Of course, Kimiko, of course." Soun said readily

Kasumi was simply wondering what in the timeline had made Ranma show up so late. Still it seemed his arrival would be soon. Moreover, the -promise- still seemed to exist. Suddenly an interesting thought occurred to Kasumi. ’I’m the heir to the dojo now, plus the oldest, they’re probably going to engage me to him?!?!’

She walked out of the dojo slowly, Kimiko and Soun oblivious to they’re daughter, still discussing the Saotome issue. Kasumi didn’t even know how she felt about that. Ranma was immature, easy going, and probably still had the curse to boot. Then again, he was courageous, selfless, strong... Akane had mentioned him even being tender at times (awkward, but still tender).

Did she want Ranma Saotome? It might not be a choice soon. Then again, unlike Akane there would be no pressure to actually marry until she was at least 16. That was a good seven years away. Plenty of time to see if it was going to work or not.

Things would definitely be getting interesting with the Saotomes involved. She was just beginning to be used to being a kid again.

Introduction: This story is a fun AB/DL thing. Alternate Universe from Ranma 1/2. Ranma will be a major character but won’t come in for a few chapters. Story is from Kasumi’s point of view.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters, I don’t expect to make a profit, I don’t expect you to sue. If you don’t like AB/DL stuff, you probably shouldn’t read this.

 

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