Ranma ½: The Martial Arts
Tickling Tournament?
At the Tendo dojo, it was another normal morning.
“Hey! You keep that away from me, you perverted old
geezer!” Ranma yelled, trying to dodge Happosai’s buckets of cold water
and
brush his teeth at the same time while running around the dojo grounds.
“Come now Ranma, surely you wouldn’t deny an old man his
daily sustenance!” Happosai paused for a moment to refill his bucket
from the
pool and resumed chasing Ranma, who was now running along the roof,
toothbrush
in mouth.
“If you want sustenance, go and eat breakfast like a normal
person!” Ranma yelled, kicking Happosai into his father Genma, who
toppled into
the pool with a splash and rose grumbling, in panda form. Ranma swung
into the
bathroom, finished brushing his teeth and plopped down to eat, keeping
a kettle
of hot water handy. “What’s for breakfast today, Kasumi?”
“Good morning Ranma!” Kasumi greeted him, setting the breakfast
down at the table as Genma mumbled and took Ranma’s kettle of hot water
to
change back from a panda.
“Ah, delicious as always!” Genma said, putting the kettle
aside and going for the food.
“It’s because Kasumi made it,” Ranma said as he too began
to eat. “If Akane had made this we would all choke or die of food
poisoning – “
“I heard that!” Akane shouted, throwing a bucket of cold
water at Ranma and hitting him in the face.
“What did you do that for?” Ranma complained, now in female
form, and reaching for the kettle of hot water. “It’s bad enough that
Happosai
is always after me, but you – “ Ranma poured hot water on herself and
continued. “But you always have to – hey, how come I’m still a girl?”
“Gotcha!” Happosai chuckled, leaping for Ranma’s chest. “I
switched ‘em when you weren’t looking – GAH!”
Ranma leaned towards Akane, her elbow in the back of
Happosai’s head, and growled, “Akane, you’re always making trouble for
me. You
are SO uncute.”
“Oh yeah?!?” Akane said, holding up her kettle of hot
water. “I suppose you don’t want THIS then!”
“Hey hey! I was only joking!” Ranma said quickly. “C’mon,
Akane, I’m sorry! Can I have the kettle?”
“Bah! Who needs an ingrate like you anyway?” Happosai
grumbled, squirting free and pulling out a flyer. “This is where I’m
going
today. Heehee, lots of pretty ladies…” He hugged the flyer to himself
and
grinned.
“Let me see that,” Nabiki said, snatching it while chewing
on her breakfast. “The Martial Arts Tickling Tournament?” She swallowed
her
food and read on. “Oh, I see where the dirty old man is going. Look at
this.”
She shoved the flyer at Akane and pointed out a line.
“All contestants must wear clothing that does not cover the
susceptible areas – sides, stomach, armpits, feet, etc.,” Akane read.
“Oh. So you’re
going to stare at scantily clad women, eh?”
“A tickling tournament? With martial arts? Sounds kinda
silly to me…” Ranma said, taking the flyer and scanning it. “Whoa! Look
at
this! 200,000 yen is first prize!”
“There’s a disclaimer,” Nabiki said, taking the flyer back
as Ranma went to the kitchen. “All contestants have to go to a
preliminary
session today if they want to enter. They want to make sure all the
contestants
are ticklish enough to make it a fair fight – you should enter, Akane,”
Nabiki said
with a grin.
“Wh-what do you mean?” Akane said, eyes flying open. “I
don’t know what you mean – I would be disqualified… heh… heh…” From the
looks
Akane was getting, she knew she wasn’t fooling anyone.
“Yeah, go on and enter, Akane,” Ranma teased, coming out as
boy-type and drying his hair. “We’ll get a kick out of it!”
“Ahem,” Soun Tendo said quietly, halting the conversation.
“Actually, I think both Ranma and Akane should enter…”
“What? You gotta be kidding me!” Ranma said. “Besides, I
ain’t ticklish. I can’t enter.” He stuck out his tongue at Akane.
“Tendo had a point,” Genma said. “There’s the issue of
money that it costs to repair the dojo after your… antics… destroy it
day after
day.”
“But - !” Ranma protested.
“No buts, Ranma my boy!” Genma said. “As a martial artist,
it is your duty to honor your obligations! We are guests in this dojo
and we
must compensate Tendo for damages!”
“I already said I ain’t ticklish!” Ranma said with a note
of finality, crossing his arms and closing his eyes. He opened them to
stare
sideways at Nabiki, who was poking his sides and underarms.
“He’s right,” Nabiki said, continuing to experiment.
“Nothing at all. In this form, anyway…” Before Ranma could react, he
was doused
with cold water.
“Will you stop that?” Ranma demanded, glaring at Akane, who
giggled. Before she could go on, Ranma whooped in surprise and covered
her
sides, whirling to face the grinning Nabiki.
“That’s much better,” she said. “You qualify easily now.”
With a grimace, Ranma dumped hot water on himself and said,
“Fine! I’ll go to this stupid tournament – but if I win I get to keep
half of
the money for myself!”
“You greedy pig!” Akane said. “You owe a lot more than
100,000 yen for the damage you’ve caused to my father’s dojo!”
“Me? Greedy? It’s the least I deserve for agreeing to do
this at all! In case you’ve forgotten, I’m a guy! Not a girl! So nyah!”
“Nyaaaaah!” Akane retaliated and turned her back. “We’re
going to be late for school.”
“You’re so uncute, Akane!” Ranma yelled at her.
Ranma and Akane were walking to school, Ranma balancing on
the terraces and fences as usual. Akane was grumbling the whole way
about being
forced into some stupid tournament to pay for Ranma’s actions! It was
so
unfair! Ranma should have to enter and that would be that. She would
say so
when they got home today.
“Ni hao! Ni hao, Ranma!” called a familiar and not
unexpected voice as Shampoo biked up to the pair and stopped in front
of them.
“Ranma, can Shampoo have word with you?”
“Sure, Shampoo, what’s up?” Ranma asked as Akane pretended
not to hear anything and glared at Shampoo, who made a face before
turning to
Ranma.
“Today is big important tournament!” Shampoo cried
gleefully, holding up the same Martial Arts Tickling Tournament flyer
that had
been floating around the dojo earlier that morning. “Prize is much
money!
Shampoo is going to win prize and be good bride for Ranma, yes?”
“Hey! Who said anything about being a bride?” Akane
shouted, a bit annoyed at having been duped into the argument but
unwilling to
let this Amazon think she owned Ranma or something… “We are going to
win that
money and help repair our dojo! So you stay out of this!”
“Oh? Ranma is going to enter tournament?” Shampoo asked,
poking at his belly for a moment. “Ranma is no ticklish… oh! Silly
Shampoo, you
going to enter as girl-type, yes?” She giggled.
“Yeah, I guess,” Ranma said with a total lack of
enthusiasm.
“You can forget winning that prize,” Akane said. “I’m going
to get it and prove to you once and for all that…”
“So you is challenging Shampoo?” the Chinese girl asked
with a smirk. “In that case, let us make deal!”
“Deal? What kind of deal?”
“The most important kind,” said a gravelly voice from
behind Akane. Shampoo’s grandmother bounced around on her stick and
faced the
pair of them. “The winner of this tournament, besides collecting the
200,000
yen prize, will also get to go on a date with my son-in-law.”
“Good deal!” Shampoo said, clapping her hands. “Shampoo no
lose. Shampoo as good as on date with Ranma already.”
“What? Hey wait a minute!” Ranma cried, waving his hands in
protest. “You can’t just give me away as a prize! I’m entering too!
What
happens if I win?”
“You stay out of this!” Akane shouted. “I don’t care if
Ranma is the prize or not! But I’m not going to just sit by and do
nothing
while our dojo is torn to pieces! So do what you want and date her if
you
please! Hmmph!”
“So Akane gives up Ranma? In that case…”
“I’m not giving him up!” Akane yelled fiercely. “I’ll beat
you easily, Shampoo, and collect that prize!” She turned to Ranma.
“That
DOESN’T mean I’ll go on a date with you if I win!”
“I never wanted to!” Ranma retaliated. He was interrupted
by Shampoo’s grandmother, who bounced in front of Akane.
“Hmm…” she murmured, squinting. Reaching a finger towards
Akane, she poked her in the side… Akane went down in a burst of
giggles,
rolling about on the ground and slapping at her sides as if some
phantom was
tickling her. In about a minute or so she calmed down and managed to
take her
feet. “That’s a technique developed over three thousand years of Amazon
history, girl,” Shampoo’s grandmother said sagely. “I barely even
touched you
and you went down like a sack of potatoes.”
Barely touched her, sure, Ranma snorted to himself. He’d
lost count after 250 pokes. Shampoo’s grandmother had tickled Akane so
fast it
had looked like a single poke to anyone too slow to catch it… “Shampoo
is
learning this special Amazon technique!” she proclaimed. “Then, Shampoo
will
beat both Akane and girl-type to win prize… and date with boy-type!”
Shampoo
giggled. “Bye bye Ranma!” She and her grandmother took off.
“You okay Akane?” Ranma asked, watching her brush her
school uniform.
“What’s it matter to you anyway?” she burst out fiercely.
“I was just asking if you were okay! It’s this kind of
violent behavior that…”
“Fine! I’m incredibly ticklish! Are you happy now, Ranma?”
“Sheesh, I don’t know why you’re so mad about it… it makes
you actually seem kinda cute, Akane.”
“Really…?” Akane asked, looking at Ranma for a moment before
remembering that she was irritated at him.
There were others who had heard of this deal besides Ranma,
Shampoo, and Akane, and they made their own plans for the Martial Arts
Tickling
Tournament…
“Ranma will be all mine,” Kodachi said, leaping off to
Furinken High School while laughing manically, snapping her gymnastics
ribbon
as she leapt from rooftop to rooftop. “I’ll have darling Ranma all to
myself
after I take care of that girl…”
“Shampoo date Ranma?” Mousse exclaimed in shock. “I can’t
allow that, Ranma Saotome… you will never go on a date with Shampoo! I,
Mousse,
will make sure of that. Hahahaha!” The Fist of the North Star also ran
off,
formulating his own plans.
Akane was changing for gym class that morning, as usual
keeping a watch out for Happosai and Ranma, who while he claimed wasn’t
a
pervert found many excuses for getting into the girls’ locker room. She
always
kept a close watch on everything, searching the room completely and
locking the
door when she left. During her quick patrol today she heard something
in the
janitor’s closet…
“Ranma! Is it you? Or is it that dirty old… Ah!” Akane
cried as Kodachi’s ribbon wrapped around her, pinning her arms to her
sides and
sending her to the ground with a thud. “You! The Black Rose!”
“That’s right. I heard that you’ve entered the Martial Arts
Tickling Tournament trying to win the hand of my darling Ranma,” she
sneered.
“I’ve come to offer you a chance to back out of that deal.”
“And leave him all to Shampoo? Get real – “
“No, leave him to me! I intend to win that tournament and
go on a date with my darling, darling Ranma…” Kodachi sighed dreamily
for a
moment. “But first to eliminate the competition.” She knelt and deftly
sat on
Akane’s legs, then flicked off her gym shoes and socks. Akane struggled
mightily, her eyes shooting open, because she knew what Kodachi meant
for her –
“Gahahahahaahahahahahahahah!!!” Akane squealed, tossing her
head back and giggling as Kodachi traced her index fingers along
Akane’s soles.
“A little rough, hmm? Must be all that martial arts
training you do while barefoot. No matter, they’re still quite
sensitive, hmm?”
“Shut up – gahhaahahahahahha!!
Ahhahahahahahhaheheehehehehehh hey stoppit!” Akane giggled, feet trying
to
twitch away from Kodachi’s nails.
“Now if you agree to back out of the tournament, I’ll let
you go,” Kodachi giggled, running her fingernails up and down Akane’s
soles and
drawing forth a fresh burst of laughter. “My, look at you wiggle! You
had best
quit now or you’ll really get it bad in the tournament!”
“Gyahahahahahaahahahah!!! Ahahahahahehehehehehehehh
nehehehe never! I’ll never surrender to the
lihihiihiheheheheheeieehahahaah
likes of yohouhouhohohou!” Akane wriggled furiously, trying to work
herself
free of the ribbon… she almost had a grip on the end of it. If she
could just
grab that and pull…
“Hahahaha! You don’t stand a chance… all you have to do is
back out of this silly tournament and it’ll be all over!” Kodachi
spiderwalked
her fingers along the underside of Akane’s toes. This sent her into
such a
furor of giggling and squirming that she began to toss Kodachi around.
“GAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHHHA!! AHAHAHHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHE
HAHAHAHEHEHEHEH!! HEHEHEHEAHAHAHAH!! HAHAHAHAH!! HA AHAHHAHAH!!!”
Akane’s
twisting and squirming managed to loosen the ribbon enough for her to
pull the
end and slip free of the strip of fabric, rolling aside and springing
to her
feet. “Try to resort to your underhanded ways again, huh?” Akane
panted,
getting into a real martial arts stance and intending to pound the
Black Rose,
not just tickle her.
“Oh! Well it seems you’ve gotten away this time… no reason
I can’t do it again! Ahahahaha!” Kodachi twirled her ribbon…
The door burst open and a small black pig shot into the
room, squealing and running for its life. “Ryoga! I’ve got you now,
stop trying
to hide in the girls’ locker ro – ah, Akane!” Ranma said, skidding to a
halt as
P-chan leapt into Akane’s arms and snarled at him. “Kodachi? Hey, what
are you
doing – “
“See you later, Ranma darling!” Kodachi said, twirling her
ribbon and sending a flurry of black rose petals at him. By the time
they
cleared, she was gone.
“Well, Akane, uh…”
“Pervert!!!” Akane screamed, throwing a bucket at Ranma and
charging him with a broom. “How many times have I told you to stay out
of the
girls’ locker room? Oooh!!!”
Ranma fled the room, chased by various janitorial items
thrown by Akane, and ignoring the disapproving stares of the girls in
the hall,
fled the room.
Shampoo stood in a dark, silent room, balancing a bowl on
top of her head, concentrating, eyes closed.
With blinding suddenness the feeling came, a poke at her
sides – both of them at once, it felt like. A smile wormed its way onto
Shampoo’s lips but she remained standing still. The poke resolved
itself into
what felt like tiny fingers skittering along her sides, up and down for
a brief
second. The feeling made Shampoo giggle a bit and wiggle her stomach,
but after
that she compressed her lips into a line again and steeled herself.
Again the feeling came, a little harder this time, pressing
into her ribs a bit and tickling along her sides, making her giggle
louder and
squirm a bit. This time the touches ended more quickly but right on
their heels
came the feeling of tickling under her arms, surprising the Amazon and
making
her laugh distinctly for a second before regaining control. The bowl
wobbled a
bit and Shampoo gasped, then concentrated again.
So it went for a few minutes, random tickle attacks around
her upper body, along her stomach and sides, ribs and underarms, making
her
quake with dangerously unrestrained giggles, the bowl on top of her
head
wobbling about.
Then came the feeling of something wiggling in her
bellybutton.
All at once Shampoo let out a great whoop and giggle,
clapped her arms over her belly and doubled over. The bowl clattered
down with
a crash, shattering into pieces. From the bowl came what seemed to be
wispy
blue hands made of smoke. In a flash Shampoo was held spread-eagle on
the
ground as those hands picked up where the other tickling sensations had
left
off. Shampoo’s eyes sprang open as she felt her shoes leave her feet
and began
to roar with laughter once the hands commenced tickling her, especially
the one
on her bellybutton.
“NOOOHOOOHOHAHAHAHAHHEEHEHEHEHEHEH NO AHAHAHHAEHEHEHEHEH
SHAMPOO HAD ENOUGH!! HAHAAHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEH
PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHHEEHEHEZE
DON’T TICKLE SHAMPOO!!”
“Hmm… you’ve got a long way to go, granddaughter,”
Shampoo’s grandmother said, hopping over and examining the helpless
girl with a
critical eye as she shook and roared with laughter. “If you can’t even
complete
a simple training exercise like this, you’ll never stand a chance at
winning
the tournament and going on a date with my son-in-law. You’ll have to
try
again, Shampoo. But first we’ll wait for the enchantment to wear off.
Maybe
that will provide an incentive to get it right next time.”
“AHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHHEHEHEHEHEHEEH NOHOOHHOOHHOHO!” Shampoo
squealed as the hands delicately ran over her soles and toes, their
wispy
fingers seeming to tickle like the touch of a hundred feathers.
“HEHHEHEHAHAAHAHAHAH NAHAHAHAHAHAH NOT SHAMPOO’S FEEHEHEHEEEEHEHEEET!”
“Don’t worry, granddaughter,” Shampoo’s grandmother assured
her. “The charm will wear off in about five minutes or so. Think of
this as a
learning experience and try not to let it bother you so much. It won’t
feel so
debilitating then.”
“HHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHHAAHAH BUT SHAMPOO IS SO TICKLISH!!!
HEEHEHEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHE!!!” Shampoo was finally released from the
hands’
grasp as they drifted away into puffs of blue smoke. Shampoo laid on
the floor
for a moment, giggling still and trying to catch her breath.
“Stand up now, it’s time to try again…”
Ranma walked home with Akane, as usual along the fences and
walltops of the streets, trying to ignore her rather bad mood and
letting her
random outbursts of “Pervert!” and the like roll off of him. Or trying
to.
“How many times do I have to say I’m not a pervert!” Ranma
yelled. “I’ve seen myself plenty of times! That old lunatic is the
pervert!”
“Not only were you being a pervert, you were being mean to
P-chan again!” Akane countered, trying to hit him with her bookbag. “I
don’t
see why you have to be so jealous of a pig!”
“It’s not a pig, it’s – aaaagh! Forget it. You’ll never
understand.” With that, they both resumed a stony silence and walked
the rest
of the way home not looking at each other.
After they had gotten home and settled down from school,
however…
“Akane!” Ranma yelled, dripping wet. “What was that – “
“I need your help, Ranma,” Akane said.
“Help?” The request, coupled with the rather civil tone of
Akane’s voice, made Ranma sit down and listen. “Okay, what’s up?”
“I need you to help train me for the tournament,” Akane
said, rushing out the words. “I need to build some resistance and
practice
martial arts tickling…”
“No problem!” Ranma said, leaping to her feet. “In fact,
this will be a good opportunity for me to practice. Not that I need to
of
course.” Akane shot him a look and they headed towards the training
room. Akane
took a turn before they got there, and came back a minute or so later
wearing a
tank top and shorts. When Ranma looked her over and blinked, Akane
shouted:
“What? The rules SAY I’ve got to dress like this! So don’t
even get any of your perverted ideas!” Akane hugged her sides and
hurried to
the dojo. Ranma followed suit, in her undershirt and shorts. “Okay,
look,”
Akane began when they got there. “The rules of the tournament say that
anything
goes, so long as you only attack your opponent by tickling them. The
first one
to surrender loses, or if someone is too tired to get up and continue
the
fight. Got that?”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Ranma said cockily. “I’ve got it.
So are you ready?”
Akane took a deep breath and assumed her fighting stance.
“Ready! Go!” She moved in and launched a kick at Ranma. Ranma caught it
with
ease.
“Akane, don’t the rules say you’re supposed to only attack
with tickling?” Ranma asked, holding her foot and looking at her
fingernails.
With a shrug she raked them lightly over Akane’s sole.
Akane overbalanced so fast that she fell on her rear,
giggling, but managed to recover quickly enough to roll away and spring
to her
feet again. “Oh yeah, right. Oops.” She turned to face Ranma, but she
was
already gone! “Huh? Ranma?”
Akane’s answer was a lightning-quick tickling of her
stomach. With a screech she twisted wildly, giggling louder than ever,
and
turned around to face the grinning Ranma. “Geez, Akane, you’re like
super-ticklish! How are you ever gonna survive the tournament?”
“That’s what this training is for!” Akane yelled back.
“I’ll get over it eventually! So bring it on!” I hope…. Akane added to
herself.
Ranma leapt into the air and came down on top of Akane,
straddling her across the waist. “Well, then let’s get to it!” Ranma
began to
use her special Chestnuts on an Open Fire technique…
Akane couldn’t believe it. It felt as if Ranma had grown
ten hands and was tickling all over her upper body with every last one
of them.
And what she hadn’t known was that she was far more ticklish on her
upper body
than her feet. “GYAHAHAAHAHAHAHH!H!HHAHAHAAHAHAHAH!!! RANMA
AHHAAHAHEHEHEHHEE!
STAHAHAHAAAHHAAHAHAHHAAAP!!!”
“Stop?” Ranma asked. “Isn’t this training?” She kept going,
tickling under Akane’s arms for the most part, which seemed to be her
worst
weakness. Akane’s feeble flailing with her arms was no match for
Ranma’s
incredible speed. She twisted and thrashed madly.
“GAHAHAHAHHEHEEHEHEH!! HHAAHAHHA NOOHOHOHOOHEHEHHAHAAHH
STAHAHAHAAP STOP PLEHEHHEEHEHEEEEHEHEHHEEEEHEEEZE!
NAHAHAAHHEHEHEHHAH!!!”
“Well… I dunno…” Ranma said, slowing down a bit and giving
her a breather. “You need a break, Akane?”
Akane nodded, breathing a little heavily. She hadn’t
realized exactly how ticklish she was, and it was going to take a lot
of
training to overcome it… In a moment she realized that Ranma was still
straddling her. “Pervert! Ooooh! Get off!” With a bucking motion, she
tossed
Ranma off of her and sprang to her feet. Ranma landed lightly on her
own feet
and grinned.
“You must have recovered, Akane!” Ranma said with a grin.
“That means it’s time for more tickling!”
“Hey, hey, wait a second – gah! Gahahahahhaha!!!
AHahhaheeheheheh! Ahahahahahah!!!” Ranma came in again, being
considerably more
gentle this time, tickling on Akane’s bare belly and sides, and dodging
her
attempts at retaliation, which were feeble in any case.
Nabiki edged closer for a better view, holding a video
recorder to her eye. She was taping this purely for financial reasons –
after
all, Kuno would pay huge sums of money to get his hands on a video
containing his
two obsessions tickle fighting each other in scanty costumes…
Ranma picked up on something as she tickled Akane. Snapping
her head up, she saw the video recorder pull just out of view… “Hey!”
she
cried, abandoning Akane and leaping towards the recorder.
Akane was right behind Ranma, and in a flash they were both
looking down at Nabiki, who giggled. “Aw, come on now. It’s only a
harmless
little training video…”
“Like those pictures you took of me and Akane and sold to
Kuno?” Ranma asked.
“Give that to me!” Akane demanded, holding out her hand.
“Now let’s be reasonable here,” Nabiki said coolly,
completely unruffled as she picked up the camera and stood. “If I give
you two
a 25% cut each, will you let it go?”
“No!” Akane yelled, making a grab for the recorder again.
Ranma slipped around behind Nabiki and gave her sides a quick tickle.
“Eeeep! Heehee!” Nabiki giggled, giving Akane enough time
to get the video recorder and pull it away. “Ah well, I guess you two
win. Do
with the tape what you want. I’m outta here.” With that, Nabiki
shrugged and
walked off, trying not to feel the cassette in her pocket and snicker.
“Thank goodness,” Ranma said as Akane hefted the camera and
they headed inside…
Later that afternoon, the preliminary trials were being held.
The line of girls, mostly good-looking and scantily clad girls,
extended for a
fair distance beyond the entrance of the testing building. From inside
the
building itself, girls’ laughter could be heard, occasionally
screeching loud
as a particularly ticklish girl was tested. Ranma wandered into the
next
available room once it was her turn. In there, she found… “Dr. Tofu?”
“Oh! Hello there!” he said. “And you are?”
“Ranma Saotome,” Ranma answered. “I’m here to register for
the… (she sighed) Martial Arts Tickling Tournament.”
“I guessed as much, otherwise you wouldn’t be here!” Dr.
Tofu said with a smile. “Okay then. If you’ll lie down on the bed over
there,
we’ll get the examination started, okay?”
“Okay,” Ranma agreed, laying down on the bed in her undershirt
and shorts and kicking off her shoes.
“First we have to test your underarms. So lift ‘em up,
please,” Dr. Tofu asked politely. Ranma did so, and Dr. Tofu took out
something
that looked like a blunted stylus. With it, he gently traced a few
circles
under Ranma’s left underarm…
Ranma shrieked and instinctively curled up, giggling madly.
“HAhhahahahaha!! Ehehehh hey! Watch it!” she said, scowling.
“It seems you’re going to qualify easily!” Dr. Tofu
chuckled. “I’ve got to run the test on everywhere, though. So just try
and hold
still until it’s done, okay?”
Ranma indeed tried to hold still, with all of her
willpower. Every single spot on her body seemed to be insanely
ticklish! Every
spot Dr. Tofu tried was the same – a shriek of laughter followed by
curling up
and an attempt at defense with her arms. Dr. Tofu even began to tease
her a
little, poking her bellybutton and watching her curl up while giggling.
Finally, he backed off and made some notes.
“Hehehehe… am I done?” Ranma asked hopefully.
“Not quite yet,” Dr. Tofu said, scooting his rolling chair
down to her feet. Ranma’s eyes went wide as dinner plates.
“Hey! You’ve already tested me a bunch of times! Stay
away!” Ranma said, trying to kick him a bit. With a gentle grin, Dr.
Tofu took
her ankle and gently ran the stylus up and down her sole…
“GYAHAHAAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHEEHEHEHEHEHEEHHEAHAHAHAAHAHAH!!!!!!!”
The resulting laugh made everyone in the vicinity of the
building look and take notice. Those who were passing by peeked in to
see a
stunned Dr. Tofu and a panting and still giggling red-haired girl. “I….
I think
you pass,” Dr. Tofu said, making down a marking on his clipboard and
trying to
get rid of the ringing in his ears. “You can… go…”
With an irritated growl, Ranma got her shoes and tried to
ignore the crowd of staring people.
“That girl will never have a date with my darling Ranma,”
Kodachi giggled to herself as she made preparations for next week’s
tournament.
“Oh, Ranma, you will soon be all mine… hahahahaahahah!!!”
“I cannot allow Ranma to date Akane!” Ryoga growled. “I’ll
make sure you lose the Martial Arts Tickling Tournament if it’s the
last thing
I do…”
“Ranma Saotome, you shall never have Shampoo,” Mousse
chuckled quietly to himself. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t date you –
even if it
means I have to sabotage my own true love to do it… Ahaha… ha ha ha
ha!!!”