Greenery Day
by H. Saotome

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This story is a divergence from the manga series "Ranma 1/2", in the
spirit of the movie "Groundhog Day". Ranma is caught in an endless loop
of the first day he met the Tendos.

Disclaimer: I do not own "Ranma 1/2". This story was written for
non-commercial purposes only.

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Chapter 2. Day 12

"Come on, boy, wake up! Today's the day when you meet my old friend,
Tendo-kun!"

Sighing as he sat up, Ranma reflected that he was becoming
extraordinarily tired of hearing that same announcement every morning.
How many days had it been so far?

The young man paused to total the passing days in his head. There was
the first day he had met the Tendos. Then the three days he had tried to
return to China. On the third day, admitting that he couldn't even get
out of Japan, let alone to Jusenkyo, if he ended up back in this park
every morning. He had attempted to stay awake all night. It hadn't done
any good, however. Like blinking his eyes, one moment he had been far to
the west of Tokyo, the next he had been sitting up in this damned park
again.

After that, Ranma had decided he would need to learn what was keeping
him here and making the same day repeat over and over again. So for the
next three mornings he had escaped from his pop, then returned to this
park to scour every square centimeter of its grounds. To no avail. He
had found nothing the least bit suspicious, let alone magical. Then he'd
spent two days widening the search, but had given up even more quickly,
realizing he had no idea what he was looking for and could hardly search
all of Tokyo.

For two more days he had wandered aimlessly, but the teenage boy was
getting tired of pointlessly doing nothing each day. Even the pleasure
of knocking his pop unconscious each morning was beginning to pall. If
nothing else, it was clearly time to find some other way to spend his
days.

Ranma paused and added. Eleven days. That made this the twelfth
repetition. He gave a much heavier sigh as he finished stowing his
sleeping bag. He definitely needed something to break the monotony.
Hell, he might as well let his pop drag him back to the Tendos. At least
it would be different.

Ranma blinked at the thought, then shrugged. Why the hell not? It
couldn't be any more boring than peering under rocks and behind bushes
in a park. In fact ... Ranma froze as a new thought occurred to him. His
pop had brought him here to meet the Tendo family, right? And he was the
only person experiencing this day over and over again, right? Well, so
far as he knew, anyway. Maybe there was something he had to *do* to put
an end to it. And if so, well, wasn't it as likely as anything else that
it had something to do with the Tendos, since they were why he'd been
brought here?

Ranma nodded decisively. Yeah, that made sense. He'd stop fighting it,
and follow his pop there. Then he'd search their house, their dojo, look
for something he was meant to do to stop living through this day over
and over again. At least it sounded more hopeful than searching all of
Tokyo for who knew what.

He tuned out his pop's explanation of the marriage arrangement, barely
remembering to show a pissed off expression at the right moment. Instead
he was thinking hard about how he'd handle matters the rest of the day.
Then he snorted. Why was he worrying about it so much? If one thing was
certain, not getting it right today only meant he'd have another chance
tomorrow. And the next day, and the next, and the next ...

Ranma scowled as the daily rain arrived to turn him into a girl. She had
to struggle not to break off the sign and whack her pop over the head -
doing so had become a habit over the past week and a half.

The sequence of events wasn't much different from that first day. She
wasn't carried in over the panda's shoulder, but she was still squeezed
tightly by the tall man with the mustache. Then that annoying girl had
poked her boob *much* too hard. The man fainted. The girls argued. The
youngest one - Akane? - offered to be her friend. They went out to the
dojo, where Ranma didn't have to do anything more than dodge. "Well, I'm
just glad you're a girl."

Instead of wandering around outside and ending up on the engawa, Ranma
remained behind in the dojo. She wanted to have a good look around, see
if she could spot anything magical. Unfortunately, a half hour of
searching was sufficient to inspect every corner and crate, without
turning up anything obvious. There *were* a number of weapons hanging on
the side wall, and a shrine at the end, but nothing which offered any
clues on how to put an end to this endless day.

The oldest sister walked in, carrying a towel, as Ranma was sighing with
frustration. She serenely suggested, "Wouldn't you like to take a bath?"

The pigtailed young woman started, shrinking back, remembering all too
clearly how this had gone the first time. "Uh, no. No thanks. I don't
need one."

Kasumi pursed her lips. "Now Ranma-chan, I really think you should
reconsider. You must be all sweaty from your workout."

Ranma closed her eyes, preparing to emphasize her unwillingness far more
strongly. Behind her closed eyelids flashed a memory of Akane walking
into the bathing room, not wearing a stitch. Her eyes opened and grew
wide. All she had to do was go along, and she'd be treated to the same
view all over again. True, this Akane would scream and be pissed off as
hell for the rest of the day, but so what. Tomorrow would be this
morning again, and the girl wouldn't remember anything about it.

She struggled with temptation for a moment. The notion was kind of like
peeping, since she knew what was going to happen. But it wasn't like she
was trying to do anything which hadn't already happened. And tomorrow,
it wouldn't have happened anymore. Her brain struggled with that for a
moment, but then she gave her head a shake and ignored it. It wasn't
like she was hurting anybody, at least not after everything started over
again. And didn't she deserve to get a *little* something out of this,
after day after day of nothing but frustration?

"Um, I guess you're right. Thanks." Ranma took the offered towel, and
gave the older girl a smile. Then followed her as she pointed out the
bathing room.

This time Ranma noticed the "Occupied" sign. Yet she made no move to
touch it.

Washing and rinsing quickly, the red-haired girl gratefully slipped into
the steaming water of the furo. He looked down to see that he was
already hard in anticipation. Extremely hard. He luxuriated in the hot
water, while keeping an ear tuned for any sounds from the outer room.

After a while his attention was awarded by some slight noises moving
around in the changing room. As quiet footfalls approached the door, he
heaved himself up out of the water, and started to step over the edge of
the tub, facing the door fully. After all, might as well give her a good
show in return, he thought.

The door slid open and Akane walked in. Both teenagers froze in place,
and Ranma had a much better opportunity this time to take in what he was
seeing, not being stunned by the surprise. The girl was stark naked,
though disappointingly holding a small towel hanging down from about the
position of her navel, covering her greater treasure. Her chest,
however, was fully exposed to his sight. Her nipples jutted out like
twin erasers. The rosy areolae perfectly sized and colored, not too
large and providing just enough contrast. Her tits were perhaps a bit on
the small size, but they were nice handfuls nonetheless and looked
mouthwatering. And the overall sense of nudity, despite the towel, sent
liquid fire racing through his veins.

His cock became, if possible, even harder. It bounced slightly, of its
own will. He watched her wide eyes track the bobbing, purple head,
growing even wider with each passing second.

Then she disappeared, vanishing like some magician's trick. The sliding
door slammed close. Seconds passed.

Then came the scream. Long and loud. Followed by running footsteps.

Grinning, Ranma toweled himself dry, then headed out to get dressed
himself. It occurred to him that he could repeat this every day, as
often as he wished. One eyebrow lifted as he considered that he might be
able to find ways to vary it slightly. Suppose he was already out of the
tub, and by the wall. Might she walk into the room without seeing him at
first? Could he find some way to get her to walk in without the towel?
Or might they literally run into each other as he was leaving the room,
possibly knocking the towel aside? Maybe he'd even land on top of her?

/Whoa! Bad Ranma!/ he thought to himself. That was just going *too* far,
even if none of it would have happened the next day. Still, it was
interesting to think about.

Unfortunately, in the later confrontation, he was unable to rein in his
mouth. Consequently he woke up later in the day, as the one time before,
with a splitting headache, courtesy of a table wielded by a violent
maniac. His one consolation was that the next day would start off with
them not yet engaged again.

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