Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Travelers' Return ❯ Chapter 24 ( Chapter 24 )

As a lesbian bar in Nerima Ward, No Man's Land Bar and Love Motel saw many very beautiful and powerful ladies over its many years of operations. But this afternoon was a sight none would ever forget.

Every woman in the bar felt it. What it was, most were uncertain, but everyone's eyes were drawn to the entranceway.

A goddess came through the entranceway.

Three-inch high-heels made from red leather adorned her delicate feet. The heels gave way to long, tanned, athletic legs that seemed to go on forever. Her legs disappeared into a form-hugging, skin-tight red leather micro-miniskirt, which made it obvious to anyone that this goddess went commando. The skirt hugged her hips and lead to a flat, bare stomach. Looking higher, lead one to an impressive D-Cup set of female perfection wrapped in a red-leather halter top, which seemed to higlight and enhance the goddess's chest instead of concealing it. A bare, slender neck lead to a strong, yet gentle, jaw line with a smile on her face, and grey-blue eyes seemingly twinkling in mirth. Red hair fell loosely down the goddess's back all the way down to her perfect ass. Each step she took was poetry in motion.

This goddess moved like a jungle cat, confident in her abilities and security in her sexuality.

Her musical voice purred out, "Sempai!"

She glided from the doorway to a blonde, who was seated off to one side in a blink of an eye. The blonde, a women in her mid to late thirties, slight athletic look, was as taken with the goddess as everyone else.

Everyone could feel the love and affection conveyed in the goddess's kiss to the blonde woman. There was a collective sigh of pleasure, touched with disappointment that such a goddess was not paying such attention to them.

The blonde seemed to melt and was only standing up because of the goddess's caressing her lower back and ass.

Without any apparent effort, the goddess picked the blonde up and sat down on the now vacant chair, and easily set the blonde on her lap.

"Why, Red, you sure are happy to me," the blonde said jokily.

Red's grin seem to radiate out from her and filled the room with joy. "I'm always happy to see you, Sempai," Red said with a laugh.

Many in the bar could only stare at sight. Red, as they called her, was everyone's imooto-chan. While they knew of her Jusenkyou curse, and her history, it was just easier for everyone just to think of her as their imooto.

A little over five months ago, Red appeared in their lives, looking much like a drowned rat and just about as well off. After giving her some pick-me-up, they heard her story, and took her in as one of their own. Then, she was but a young teenager, ignorant of the world, and they set about helping her learn.

And now, the student had returned a Mistress.

The nine Sailor Senshi were not sure what they were expecting, but this was not it.

Sailor Venus had pointed out that if they wished to be trained, yet maintain their secret identities, they would have to go in the Senshi forms. Although, Sailors Jupiter and Uranus pointed out that if this Ranma was as good as the urban legends stated, then he would be able to identify them, regardless of their Senshi magical protection.

Sailor Mars pointed out that there was a benefit of going in their Senshi forms in that that they could simply Sailor Teleport to the Nerima Ward, avoiding any transportation needs of getting from the Juuban Ward to the other side of Tokyo.

It was Sailor Saturn that mentioned that they had no idea where in Nerima to start looking for the Tendo Dojo and it's master, Ranma Saotome of the Saotome Musabetsu Kakuto Ryuu.

So Sailor Mercury did a quick search of the Internet, which they others did not know the Mercury Computer could do. Only Usagi noticed the blush that Mercury tried to hide with that little face being revealed. Very soon thereafter, she discovered that Ranma Saotome went to Furinkan High School.

So they decided to Sailor Teleport there, since they could find it on a map of Nerima. They even hoped that they might even get lucky, in that Ranma, himself, might be attending a school function, or could find someone to point them in the correct direction.

They did not expect to appear in the middle of a softball game, and everyone, save a few teenage boys, ignoring them.

Being ignored was not something the Sailor Senshi were used to.

Nine young women, wearing mini-skirts, tight blouses, and high-heels, appearing out of thin air, and no one blinked. In fact, the softball game continued, with the players simply playing around them.

If it was not for those few teenage boys, who were leering at them in a very uncomfortable way, they would have thought they were invisible some how.

When they used Senshi-boosted jumps to leave the softball field as fast as they could, they were sure that they heard several comments about being "slow", "weak", and "Happosai-bait". Who or what a Happosai was, they did not know. But the mere mention of word Happosai sent shivers down their backs.

Sailor Uranus, being impatient, stalked over to a guy, and picked him up by his shirt. But before she could ask any question, the guy calming stated, "Tendo Dojo is that way." After pointing, he then gave a bit more detailed directions

Out of curiosity, Sailor Mercury asked, "How did you know we wished directions to the Tendo Dojo?"

The guy snorted as if it was obvious, but he stated, "This is Nerima. Nine beautiful girls wearing skimpy outfits appear out of thin air? Of course, you want to see Ranma Saotome. With his luck, you're either some reincarnated Princesses of a Magical Kingdom looking for their fiancee or you're here to challenge him in some kind of Magical Fighting Tournament. Or maybe it's both. Either way, you want to see Saotome-san."

Uranus blinked, nodded, and put the guy down.

As a group, the nine Sailor Senshi headed in the indicated direction, unaware they were being watched.

Nabiki had a smile upon her face, and she was skipping along. She had removed a very dangerous magical-book from Cologne, as well as putting the old ghoul in her place. The nerve of trying to steal her Master's Lifestone. She really wished she could transfigure Cologne into a bug, and step on her.

Before they actually got back home, Nabiki had thought it would be best to try to blend in as best they could. To which, she had promised her Master not to use that much magic back home. After all, Nabiki Tendo was ignorant of true magic, in general, and that she was a sorceress-born, specifically.

At least, everyone knew she was an exhibitionist at heart, so she could get away with her skimpy outfits that she wore so that her Master might have readily access to his property. Unfortunately, for her libido, her Master was not one for public affection, so he had not taken the opportunities that she made for him. Of course, her Master did make up for those missed opportunities in private.

Nabiki sighed, now she was hungry for her Master's touch, but he had several things he had to take over this day. What is a girl to do?

She was broken out of her musing when she felt a major magical backlash wash over her.

Some group of bakas had just forced themselves into Nerima, without any consideration to the environment or magical fields of the area.

Whatever they meant to do, they had, for all intends and purposes, just used an atomic bomb to try to cook a beef roast medium rare.

She spent the next half an hour dealing with the fall out to the local magic-fields.

She turned herself invisible, using a combination of various disillusionment charms she had learned and ki-concealment techniques that her Master had created. She took to the air using only her ki, and followed the nine magical signatures she found in her magical clean up.

She watched the nine magic-girls trying to make their way through Nerima.

They were surrounded by a powerful magical field, that seemed to act both as a defensive field and as a You-Don't-Know-Me jinx. Despites its power, the field and jinx would not stop anyone from figuring out their secret identity if they made any serious effort into checking them out. It was completely useless against anyone who was trained to notice their surroundings or focus their will, such as those in Nerima. Even if those in Nerima knew their identities, most in Nerima had learned the lesson of not messing with magic from her Master's problems.

There were three blondes, a brunette, one with blue hair with black highlights, one raven-hair with red highlights, one with light green hair, one with dark green hair, and one with dark-purple hair with black highlights.

Nabiki was not bisexual, by any means. When her Master was in female form, she enjoyed it, only because it was her Master. For her, touching another woman was as exciting as touching herself. Touching herself was boring and a waste of time, unless she was obeying her Master. But in the decades that they had been together, and her desire to increase her Master's harem, she had developed an eye for female flesh. True, it was more of a slaver's eye, then a lover's, but she was still a good judge of what her Master, and most guys, would like.

All nine girls were in good health, although, having soft bodies. The brunette had the largest breasts of the group, while the tall blonde had the smallest. They were all in shape, more likely from general fitness and dieting, then any body-shaping like a dancer, who needed strong legs, or body-building, like a Martial Artist or Athlete, who needed a strong overall body.

The tall blonde, the brunette, and the raven-hair seemed to be the only ones with any Martial Arts training. She doubted any of the three were above a typical Nerimian.

She casted several magical-scanning of the girls. What she found was... interesting. All nine girls were tied to entire planetary mana pools, which had not been adjusted for use outside of their planetary source. Each used an elemental focus to use their magic.

She used an advanced Legilimency spell, to do a scan of their minds.

It was quickly evident that these so-called Sailor Senshi had less then a first-year Novice's understanding of magic. Yet, their potential is literally as large as the planets they were named after.

She did smirk to learn that there was an entire magazine devoted to her Master. She would have to get her own copy of Stallion Watch[1], as soon as she could. In point of fact, there were over a dozen special edition magazines published by Martial Arts Times, focusing on individual Martial Artists of note. Of course, they were only published as new material was available, usually once a year. But for her Master, his edition was published almost monthly because of all the challenges and chaotic events that filled his life. Just proved, once again, how much of a ta'veren[2] her Master was even before they left on their journey through the Multiverse.

Her heart went out to Ami Mizuno, Sailor Mercury, for she knew what she was going through. In fact, she found that she was a bit jealous of her. Ami had figured out, at a younger age, what she, herself, had only an inking of before she joined Ranma on his journey through the Multiverse. Of course, Ami had the benefit of having a Mother with similar needs, who was very supportive and understanding, as well as, having unlimited access to the Internet. Ami had more bondage material then she knew existed. Ami had done her research, even subscribing to Martial Arts Times[3, not only for the various pictorial gallery that Makoto got it for, but as a guide in looking for a strong Master. She could easily see Ami has Ranma's second slave-wife. The question was, not would her Master include Ami, but would He also help Dr Mizuno out as well?

Next girl of note was Makoto Kino, Sailor Jupiter. She felt sorry for her. She had to face the lost of both her parents, as well as, having to go through puberty at much younger age then her peers. Although, she did not mean to, Makoto stood out in a crowd. All she wanted was to have someone to love her, for herself, and someone she could respect and please. Makoto knew the truth. That women existed to serve and please men, and that her Master was the one above all to please and serve.

She noted that Haruka Ten'ou knew her Master prior to his arrival to the Tendo-ke. In that time, young Haruka had quickly learned that it was easier to submit to her Master, then trying to compete with him. Although, Haruka would not have put it into those terms, as she was not old enough to understand the sexual dynamics involved, was trying to compete athletically with her Master, the lesson was still the same. In all but name, young Haruka was her Master's first student/slave. Haruka had realized the Truth, no other man could compare with her Master, nor were any other man worth her time.

It amused her that all three Sailor Senshi had come to Nerima, not only seeking her Master for Devil-hunting training, like the other six, but also seeking her Master to be their Master as well. Each had prepared in their own way. Ami had studied various bondage material, prepared a logical argument for her Master to take her on as his slave, and had meditated for several weeks to obey her Master's slights command fully. Makoto was prepared to show what a excellent cook, maid and slave she could be. Haruka had dolled herself up. Not only did Haruka got some make-up, but learned how to properly apply it. She also got a push-up bra, and a dress that showed off her athletic figure in the most feminine light. She had recalled that, at first, her Master had mistakenly thought of her as a boy, so she made an attempt to make sure there would be no possible way for that to happen again.

She noted a group of Devil Hunters was approaching, so she just observed and let them take care of the Sailor Senshi. She knew that her Master would not wish for her to influence the new girls overly much. Not that three of them needed it, but she did like to have the whole set.

[Morning, Day 6]

There was a soft sound of air displacement, and the once empty park was not.

Once more, Beryl of Atlantis walked the Earth.

[=== End of Part 24 ==]
[Begin Author's Notes]
[1] Title of Stallion Watch was named by JumperPrime01.
[2] _Wheel of Time_/Robert Jordan Term.
ta'veren (tah-VEER-ehn): A person around whom the Wheel of Time weaves all surrounding life-threads, perhaps ALL life-threads. [3] This is a fictious title of an Asian publication that focuses on the Art and its practitioners. It ranks Martial Artists and Ryuus throughout the world, studies them, reports on them and chronicles their history, lore, and accomplishments. [End Author's Notes]