“Ranma please slow down-- you don’t want to choke.” Kasumi frowned at the young boy who was her fiancé as he continued to stuff his face with food. Once everyone had overcome the shock of Ranma becoming young again, he had changed back to his real gender, and had asked for food.
“I’m hungry.” He answered with his mouth full of food.
“It’s not going anywhere.” Kasumi chided.
“So why did it take you so long to get back?” Genma asked.
Ranma chewed the food in his mouth and swallowed before answering. He explained that a magical potion, magic stopping shackles, and political mechanizations were all involved. The boy didn’t go into much detail except on how when he was returning he had stumbled across the mushrooms resulting in his lack of age. Ranma had been quite upset over this and had decided to take out his frustration on Pepa who had pointed them out. This resulted in Ranma chasing the fairy all the way back to Nerima in record time.
The Saotome boy had been rational enough to keep about a dozen of the mushrooms which he had dumped on to the table. There was nothing particularly different about them, just plain white mushrooms. Kasumi already planned to cultivate them, if what Ranma had said was true then they were responsible for the change in age, and might be needed in reversing the effect.
“Would you like to take a nap?” Kasumi asked helpfully, noticing that her child aged fiancé looked to be tired.
“No I wouldn’t.” Ranma replied with a huff.
“Sounds like someone’s cranky.” Nabiki snickered.
“I’m not cranky!” The little boy complained.
“Ranma you’re such a little cutey, what happened to you?” Akane joked leading to Ranma fuming silently. Kasumi thought about chastising her sisters but Ranma looked so adorable when he was pouting like that.
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The next morning
“Wow, these grow really fast.” Ranma was sitting on his heels watching Kasumi as she inspected the mushrooms that had started sprouting up already in the garden. He only had on one of his tunics because the rest of his clothing was too large to be useful. So it looked like he was running around in a nightshirt. “But that doesn’t help get me back to normal at all.” He fought back tears not wanting to be a kid again. Wiping at his eyes, he cursed this childish body that was playing havoc with his emotional control.
“It’ll be alright.” Kasumi said in a motherly tone.
“You’re not the one-- who has to grow up all over again.” He couldn’t stop himself, his mind running down the worst possible scenario, imagining that he could no longer change back as well. Kasumi moved over to kneel next to him and put a comforting arm around his small shoulders.
“It’s okay.” She whispered soothingly. “We’ll go to an herbalist in a bit and then before you know it you’ll be yourself again.”
“Really?” Ranma asked hopefully, enjoying being held by Kasumi’s warmer than normal arms. ‘How could I have ever judged Kasumi just because she was a tiefling?’ He became depressed again.
“Who’s this little one?” Nodoka’s voice appeared suddenly from behind them. Startled, he latched on to Kasumi childishly. “Hello little boy.” The red haired succubus bent down to smile in his face.
“Lady Nodoka what are you doing here?” Kasumi asked.
“I felt Ranma come back last night so I thought I’d stop by for a visit.” The succubus answered and raised a delicate eyebrow. Ranma noticed the recognition in the succubae’s eyes and tightened his grip on Kasumi because he didn’t know what the demon might do. “Why are you so scared little one?” Nodoka asked. “Is my visage so terrifying?”
“Lady Nodoka, this is Ranma.” Kasumi interjected. “He ate a magical mushroom on the way back and it changed his age. I’m growing a patch of them to bring to an herbalist.”
“Oh really?” Nodoka smiled and glanced to the small patch of mushrooms. “How-- interesting. I suppose the Jusenkyo curse is still afflicting her.”
“Does that really matter at the moment?” The tiefling asked.
“Don’t you think a child should be with their mother?” The red haired woman held out a hand towards him. “Why don’t you come spend some time with mommy?”
“No.” Ranma looked away from the demon woman, inadvertently acting as childish as he looked.
“Let’s go inside and find something that will fit you.” Kasumi disengaged from him and took his hand to lead him back into the home, leaving Nodoka standing alone in the garden.
Once Ranma was sure that Nodoka couldn’t hear he decided to talk to Kasumi. “I’m not a kid Kasumi.”
“Of course not.” The tiefling smiled with good natured amusement.
“I’m serious.” He assured both her and himself.
“If that’s true, why are you still holding my hand?” Kasumi asked. Ranma blinked, looking down from Kasumi’s golden eyes to where he was still indeed holding her hand. Pulling it away quickly, he crossed his arms irritably.