Just a little something I typed today. It's the start of the epilogue that deals with what happened with Sakura and Ranma.
Rider, still asleep, felt somebody stretch upper hem of her dress and suddenly kiss her nipple, an action that provoked an immediate response.
“What did you do that for?” asked Ranma, her voice higher than usual, from the ceiling she clung to.
Sakura moved Rider’s purple ponytail that easily reached the bed and snickering, answered.
“I’m sorry big sister, but today is an important day and I couldn’t bring myself to use a bucket of cold water like you suggested.”
‘Su-u-re you couldn’t.’ thought the older girl with a note of sarcasm when she jumped down.
In a few days she and Sakura lived in Mato’s mansion, after Sakura decided to not impose on Shiro anymore and Ranma stayed with the girl to *protect her in case Shinji returns*, it became clear that no matter how much Sakura tried to treat both of her forms equally, she had a much stronger emotional attachment to her *big sister* than *brother*.
And maybe because of the spiritual bond they shared or just because Ranma felt that her cursed form was one of the very few things that brought Sakura happiness she undoubtedly deserved, but she didn’t mind being the Sakura’s *big sister * when they were doing something together.
“So, what’s so big about today?” asked Rider as dismissed her combat outfit and her favorite black silks appeared.
“Called Toko Aozaki. She said that your glasses are ready. And if we do not hurry up, we’ll miss our train to Tokyo.”
“Oh, yeah. I almost forgot. Well, let’s not make her wait.” said Rider as she remembered that before Ilya briefly left home, she gave them a phone number of a mage that could use True Magic and was able to deal with her curse. Asking for something that could replace her blindfold was an afterthought, but brought a lot of fun to Sakura while the plum haired girl decided how her sister’s glasses should look.
As they walked to the kitchen, Rider decided to get good-humored revenge on the girl for waking her up like that and asked teasingly.
“So, who do you want to come to the archery championship, tomorrow, to cheer for you? A handsome young man or your sister?” and smiled when the girl’s cheeks became crimson colored.
How do you think things progressed in Nerima in these two weeks?
I would like to hear some opinions on that