Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Sailor...Sister?! ❯ Chaptre the Sixth ( Chapter 6 )

Ranma was looking at his emerald-haired fiancée, a pleasant little fantasy going through his mind, involving her and a sailor fuku so high that it didn't leave what color or style of panties she was wearing to the imagination.  He was pulled out of his semi-erotic daydream when Setsuna said: "My prediction was correct.  We need to be married by the end of the week."

"What do you mean 'Married by the end of the week'?"  The pigtailed martial artist questioned.

"It's either that or we break off the engagement or I move to a different district.  Superintendent Kuno was quite adamant about it."

Ranma muttered darkly under his breath about the Kuno Clan.  "Well, then I guess we'll just have to have a civil ceremony then.  Not enough time to have a traditional ceremony."

"That's what I was thinking," Setsuna replied.  "Although I know someone whose grandfather has a shrine, so we still have the option for a traditional ceremony."  There was a hint of a shudder in her voice.  She had no real desire to be in a wedding kimono, appear meek and subservient to her husband before her friends and in-laws.

"Alright; ask her about using the shrine.  I'd rather have a nontraditional wedding as well," Ranma muttered.  "Mom'll be thrilled either way though."  The rest of the school day was spent with the two discussing wedding plans, quickly going over guest lists, and witnesses.

As the final bell rang, Setsuna looked at her fiancé.  "Ranma," she said, "there's something I have to tell you."

"Is it what you were trying to tell me last night?"  Setsuna nodded.  "Look, Suna-chan, I don't care if you  have a Jusenkyo curse that turns you into some sort of tentacle monster or you're Sailor Absurdity or something like that.  I've told you just how screwed up my life is.  It would be par for the course.  I love you far too much to let that be a problem."

Setsuna relaxed in her seat.  He didn't care about what she was going to tell him.  Still, she took a sip from her ever-present cup of tea to calm herself.  "Ranma, what I have to tell you doesn't go beyond this room.  It could be detrimental many people."  Ranma nodded.  She took a deep, calming breath, since her stomach was all aflutter.  "I am Sailor Pluto, Ranma, the Senshi of Time."

"Oh wow!  So that's why you…she…" Ranma babbled on until Setsuna walked around her desk and kissed her pigtailed aquatransexual fiancé.  He recovered his wits when he felt her lips on his, her arms around him.  He relaxed, and returned her kisses with equal fervor.

"Do you feel better, Ranma?"  Setsuna asked, breaking off their kiss.

"Yeah.  Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, Ranma."

"The blonde with the butch haircut that I met last night-is that Haruka?"

"She is."

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Ranma walked into his home, a number of things weighing him down.  The biggest was the remainder of the fiancée mess.  Granted, he'd left them all behind when he moved back with his mother.  One was removed from consideration by her tribe, but that left the other three.  His father would do anything to force him to marry a Tendo, and with Kasumi engaged to Lt. Marx and Nabiki with her redheaded lover (he'd finally gotten that "talk" from Nodoka, and understood why his cursed form received all those looks from the middle Tendo) that left Akane.  He was unable to suppress a shudder at a life being married to that particular Tendo.

Ukyo was another matter entirely.  He liked her, but, as he told Nodoka, as his sister.  He'd have to talk his mother into adopting her into the clan.  That should sate her honor and her father's request that she become a Saotome.  She may not like it, but Ukyo had to see it as her best option.

Kodachi was just plain nuts, and would probably go after Setsuna just in spite.  Her brother, on the other hand, would go after him for enslaving another "fair maiden" with his "sorcerous ways" and "foul black magics".  And the Kunos weren't exactly under the impression that they were within the law.

"Ranma, is there anything wrong?"  His mother asked as he walked into the kitchen, a bit of concern in her voice. 

The pigtailed martial artist sat down on the stool next to the counter, and pursed his lips.  "Yeah, there is.  Suna-chan and I have to get married by the end of the week, otherwise we have to break up or she looses her job at Juuban."

"Oh dear.  That sounds dreadful.  What's your decision; are you going through with it?"

Ranma nodded.  "Yeah, it is.  We're gonna do it; Suna-chan is going to check on the availability of a Shinto temple."

"I'm proud of you, son.  You've grown up so much since you moved back in.  So when am I going to have grandchildren?"

"Mom…" Ranma growled.

"You're sister already has a daughter.  I just hope she and her lover can have lots more."  Nodoka had that gleam in her eye, with her desire for lots of grandchildren to spoil.

"Mom!"  Ranma shouted, pulling his mother out of a pleasant little daydream of lots of grandchildren. 

"Yes?"

"There's something I want you to do.  When I marry Setsuna, I'm marrying into her clan.  That'll take care of Pop's strain on my honor."

"I understand.  At least you won't be ronin.  What would you like me to do?"

"I'd like you to adopt Ukyo into the clan.  I think that will be sufficient to sate her damaged honor from Oyaji's honorless actions when we were six."

"I'll talk to her father then.  I'm glad to see you thinking about others, and trying to solve their problems, but Ranma, you need to realize that you can't solve all the world's ills."

"I know Mom.  It's just that Ukyo has been my best friend since I was six.  I'm just sick and tired of seeing her hurt by my problems and Pop's fat belly."  He took a sip from the glass of milk his mother had set in front of him, as he nibbled on a chocolate chip cookie.

Nodoka took the opportunity of seeing her son in thought to change the subject back to the wedding.  "So who are you planning on inviting to the wedding?"

"Well, Suna-chan's inviting a bunch of her students and maybe their parents.  I was going to ask Lt. Marx to be my best man.  I know its short notice, but I also know he doesn't have a hidden agenda.  Heck, when I was over at the Tendo's, he tutored both Akane and I with our studies."

"He sounds like such a 'manly man' to have inspired you.  I'd like to meet him some day."

"Sure.  I need to make some phone calls."  As he reached for the phone to call Kasumi's fiancé at his unit, the phone rang.  "Moshi, moshi, Saotome-ke," he said.

"Hello Ranma.  I have some good news.  We have the use of the shrine for Friday.  The priest will also marry us."

"That is good news, Suna-chan," he replied.  "I was just about to see if I could get a best man for the wedding.  Who's going to be your maid of honor?"

"Why your sister, of course."  Ranma could almost hear her smirk over the phone.  "I've known her the longest, after all."  They talked for a while longer, refining their plans for the wedding, now that they knew they at least had someplace to get married.  Getting a reception hall and caterer on such short notice though, would prove to be the next challenge.

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The office phone rang just as Marx was pulling on his flight jacket.  He was racking up enough hours bouncing around the various PACAF bases, that the wing commander granted him flight crew status.  One of the nice things about being back office was that he had normal business hours, even though it made the commute from Nerima to Tachikawa hell.  At least he didn't have to respond with his lights and sirens yet.  The phone kept ringing, making it an indicator that SrA. Hutton had left for the night.  He picked up the modern annoyance.  "374th Security Forces, Lieutenant Marx, how may I help you, sir/ma'am?"

"Lieutenant, its Ranma," the voice on the other end said.  "I have a favor to ask."

"Sure, what is it?"

"I'd…like you to be my best man on Friday."

"I take it you're getting married?"

"Yeah.  But this isn't one of Oyaji's schemes.  I…actually proposed to her of my own free will."

"I'm impressed, you've grown up Ranma.  Somehow, getting out of here was a good idea.  Granted Soun and your father are calling you honorless for bailing out of their agreement to unite the families, and Akane's been on a spending spree since your fianc…former fiancée's attacked her and almost destroyed the dojo.

"Kasumi and I are taking over as heads of the household since Soun is incapable of doing so.  The only problem is that he wants us married by the end of the month, otherwise he's kicking Kasumi out of the family."

"That sucks.  It sounds like something my old man would do."

"Yeah, I know.  But we're going to go ahead with it, since we were going to get married anyway."

"Congratulations."

"Thanks.  Yeah, I'll be your best man.  Just let me know when and where."

"Oh, one other thing.  Do me a favor and try not to scare anyone.  It'd be bad enough to try to explain that you're actually a silver dragon."

"I'll keep my fear aura damped down for the wedding.  But I can make no promises."

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With the wedding only a few hours away, Ranma was a ball of nerves at school, not that he'd admit it.  His sister and Michiru would have picked up on it, if they weren't out of school getting ready for the wedding.  The Senshi were also out getting primped for wedding.  It was with great relief when the office released him from classes at lunch.

Marx was waiting for him at the Hikawa Shrine, wearing his mess dress uniform, although the jacket was hanging up.  "You ready, Ranma?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," the pigtailed martial artist replied.  He adjusted his hakama and sash, as Marx shrugged into his jacket, his medals jingling against each other.  They walked out of the room they were in, and towards the chapel.

Setsuna was cursing under her breath with every step she took.  The formal wedding kimono she was wearing had been deliberately designed to make her take short, mincing steps, watching as she walked.  It gave the Senshi of Pluto the appearance that she was the proper, demure Japanese housewife.  Ranma's sister walked beside her as maid of honor, almost helping her brother's fiancée along.  Setsuna looked up at her fiancé.  "Are you sure you want to go through with this, Ranma-kun?"

Ranma swallowed hard, and nodded.  "I've told you I love you Setsuna.  And if this is the only way to keep the administration off our back, and my former fiancées out of the picture, by getting married now, then let's do it."  Haruka and Marx nodded to each other, and escorted the couple in.

The wedding was mercifully, for Setsuna, short.  The only reminding she needed was that Ranma was marrying into her clan, so she was to begin the exchanging of the wedding vows and rings.  Add to the fact that none of Ranma's rivals or former fiancées, save one, showed up made for a pleasant wedding ceremony.

The reception, unfortunately, was pot luck, held at the Shrine.  Makoto, Nodoka and Kasumi provided the appetizers and main courses.  And while the wedding was pleasant, the reception turned ugly-in the form of one ancient perverted master of martial arts, who was in the area on one of his usual panty raids.  "Woo hoo!  Look at all the pretty ladies!"  He cried as he bounced between Senshi and guests, copping feels and stealing undergarments.

"Happosai," Ranma growled when the perverted gnome landed on Setsuna's chest, "get off my wife!"

"Now, now, Ranma you know that you should show proper respect to your master by allowing me to properly greet her into the family."  He looked up at Setsuna's eyes.  "Not that big, but very nice, pretty lady."

The pigtailed former Saotome charged his nemesis.  The old pervert leapt down from his perch, and continued his rain of terror.  Nine naked, twirling light shows later, the Sailor Senshi charged after their accoster, without regard to who saw them change.

"Mercury aqua rhapsody!"

"Venus love and beauty shock!"

"Moon spiral heart attack!"

"Mars Flame Sniper!"

"Jupiter Oak Evolution!"

"Silence Glaive Surprise!"

"World Shaking!"

"Deep Submerge!"

"Dead Scream!"

"Moko Takabisha!"  The Senshi looked at Ranma.  "What?  The old freak interrupted my wedding."

Happosai was dodging and weaving the various magical girl attacks, when the ball of confidence ki slammed into the perverted master of Anything Goes.  "Curse you, Ranma," he shouted as he sailed through several privacy walls, "I'll get you for this outrage!"

The Senshi looked at the guests standing there with looks of shock and amazement on their faces.  "Oh boy," they said as one, "we're in trouble."

Nodoka looked at Uranus and asked "Haruka?"

The mentioned Senshi looked at her mother with an embarrassed look on her face.  "Hi Mom.  Sorry about this," she said, as she and the rest of the Senshi went back to their civilian identities.

Nodoka ignored the fact that her daughter was dressed in Happosai's idea of a wet dream, and swept her up into a hug, gushing all the time.  'My daughter is so manly," she said.  That statement brought about some raised eyebrows.  "Haruka, I assume that your lover and daughter are also…"

"Yeah, Mom.  It's kind of a family thing," Haruka replied, with a sheepish look on her face.

Ranma looked at his wife.  "I guess Murphy just loves my family."

Setsuna, back in more comfortable clothes, looked at her husband.  "You have no idea, anata," she said.  "You have no idea."