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			    Genom Research presents
			    a Suika Roberts unfilm
				     Trust
				   part four

	`Hey,' Akane looks up at me, not scowling for once, `if you need backup
for the match tomorrow, tell me, 'K?'

	She scowls, `What, your Oneesama going to fight me before the match
again?'

	`No, but she's been teachin' me, so if somethin' comes up you can count
on my help.'

	Her face softens, and she smiles, something she's done a lot more since
I took up with Oneesama, `Sure, thanks.'

	`You're welcome.'
-

	`Oneesama!' I greet her happily at the door to the school, quashing
down the fear as I throw myself into her arms.  She catches me easily, braced
so that I only knock her back a little bit, then sets me on my feet.  I tilt my
head back and gaze up at her, almost blatently fishing for a kiss, and she
notices.

	`So, you want me to kiss you, kawaiikochan?'  She smiles as she speaks,
her hands stroking my back lightly.

	`Please, Oneesama.'  I press myself further against her, the thick silk
and cotton warming quickly between us.

	`Are you sure?' her smile turns teasing.

	`Yes, of course I'm sure.' I think she wants me to initiate the kiss,
but I won't unless she tells me to outright.

	She breaks, leaning in towards me, and I press myself up to meet her.
No one claps today, for a change.  I feel slightly dissappointed, although the
applause had embarrassed me yesterday.  I let one hand drop to rest on her hip
as we break the kiss.

	`More practice, perhaps?' she asks, leading the way towards the gate.

	`Might be good.  I told Akane I'd be her backup if she needs one.'

	Her hand comes up to rest on my shoulders, `That was nice of you.'

	Her tone warns me, `Akane's such a clutz she'll probably hurt herself
by tomorrow, and then you'd be without an opponent again.'

	She laughs, pulling me tight against her side.  I shift my hand to her
other hip, so that she won't be able to pull away easily.  `In that case, we
should hurry so we'll have more time to practice with the team.'  Her arm
doesn't come off my shoulder.

	`I suppose.'  I let my hand drop, and she follows suit.

	With a quick look back she takes to the roofs.

	We quickly arrive, and her silence allows me to startle the rest of the
team, this time.

	`Hey.'  I giggle when three-quarters of the St. Hebereke team jumps,
spinning around with murder in their eyes.  The way their faces change when
they notice who it is is so comical that I break out laughing, and fall on my
ass.  They put up with it for two reasons, so far as I can tell.  The first is
that I'm as good as any of them after four days practice, and the second is
that, so they tell me, Kodachi is a whole lot nicer since she's taken up with
me.  I'm not sure if I really belive them, but I'm willing to give it the
benefit of the doubt.

	`Hey.  More ring-work?'  The leader of the rest of the team asks,
stretching out her shoulders a little bit as she stands.

	`No, we're gonna work with the various balls, today.'  The rest of the
team shudders, then tries to hide their reaction.  I blink.  `Everyone dress
out.'

	A few moments later I'm dressed, if it can be called such, in a black
leotard, only Oneesama's appreciative gaze keeping me from cringing inwardly
about it.  She strokes my side with one hand then turns back to the rest of the
team as I fight to keep from letting my intense arousal show.

	`I know most of you don't like working with the red, purple, or green
balls.  I'd like to show you what a real martial artist can do with them.
Ranma,' she gestures towards the ring, and I leap into it.

	I turn to face her, and she joins me, landing lightly, with just the
faintest bounce to her, talent.  *Where'd I pick up _that_ euphemism?* flashes
through my mind, as Oneesama calls for a red ball.

	`Oh, and throw Ranma an actuator, too.'  A small device is lobbed into
the air, and I catch it.  It has a single button, a little red light, and one
end is painted white.  Oneesama pulls an identical device out, turns the ball
to show that there is a black spot on the red, then presses the button on the
little device and waves it over the black spot.  A little red light glows from
the center of the spot.  `And now it is armed.  Any shock over about twenty Gs
will set it off.'  And to demonstrate she lobs it firmly towards the corner
farthest from any of us.  It strikes the pole and explodes, blowing the ropes
off the pole and putting a large dent in that.

	`Wow.'  I look at the little "actuator" in my hand, and stash it away.

	`Green ball.'  Her support tosses her this ball two-handed, and
Oneesama catches it easily, although she has to bend her knees a little bit to
compensate for its weight.  She contact-juggles it, then lobs it at me.  I
catch it two-handed to be safe, blink at the weight, then attempt to
contact-juggle it as well.  It slews strangely, like there is more torque on it
than I am applying.  I compensate, pass it to my left hand, then back to my
right, then up my left arm to the elbow, then back up my right to the shoulder,
then back to the left and across behind my neck, and I flub it, dropping it off
my right shoulder onto the ground.

	The whole team starts clapping, and Oneesama smiles at me, `That is
much better than any of us ever did on our first try with a green ball.  They
have a liquid center, unlike the black ones, so they have a nasty tendancy to
move in unexpected ways.'  I pick the ball up again, lob it into the air, catch
it on the back of my left hand and manage the full pass, down my left arm,
across my back, up my right arm, and catch it in my right palm.  There is a
moment's stunned silence, then Oneesama breaths out a single word, `Sugoi.'

	`So the blacks are solid core bowling balls?'

	`Un.  Purple.'  Her helper hands her this one much more gingerly, and I
wonder why for an instant, then she lobs it at the same corner as the red ball,
and it bursts into a puff of black smoke, `Knockout gas.'

	`I don't think that's safe.  What if it went off while you were holding
it?'

	Oneesama visibly boggles at me, so I giggle as she asks, `You're not
worried about the equivalent of a kilo of TNT on a hair trigger in your hand,
but you worry about _that_?' she asks, waving a hand at the disappating cloud
of smoke.

	`I know I can withstand an explosion that small,' I shrug, `but
chemicals affect different people differently, and there is a whole different
attitude about blowing someone up than there is about poisoning them.' I wave
at the cloud of smoke, `If you blow someone's arm off with a red ball that's
part of the game, right?  I don't think they'd look at turning someone into a
braindead vegitable because they reacted badly to the gas mix in the same light
at all.'

	Oneesama nods reluctantly, and the rest of the team subtlely relaxes.

	`So, you want to spar?'  Oneesama nods, and the rest of the afternoon
is spent integrating the new tools with the old, steel reinforced ribbons,
razor-edged hoops, and spiked pins blocking, deflecting, and occasionally
detonating against the new tools, some of which, I note, leave round dents in
the surface of the ring, or blow holes straight through.  Oneesama wins,
blowing me out of the ring with the shockwave of a red ball, through the space
where the ropes would have been if we hadn't blown them off.

	`You OK?' Oneesama asks from the edge of the ring.

	I nod, feeling the soles of my feet to make sure the stinging sensation
is not aided by any shrapnel.  I don't find anything, so I hop back into the
ring.  Oneesama smiles at me, and I wrap my arms around her and kiss her
firmly.

	`One last tool,' Oneesama tells me, breaking the kiss and stepping
back, her movements a little rough.  *She wants me too, so why*

	`Uso Akai booru,' she calls, asking for the ridicoulously red ball.
This one isn't red, more a sort of grey, with a black spot.  Her fingers leave
little dents in it as she waves the actuator over it, and she holds it one
handed as she calls, `Everyone behind me?'

	The rest of the team count quickly, then one of them replies, `Yes,
it's safe!'

	Oneesama lobs the ball towards the far corner, and the force of the
explosion knocks us both out of the ring.  I land on my feet again, sliding
backwards a little bit, but Oneesama lands a little far away, and I'm not close
enough to catch her as she falls on her ass.  Looking over the ring I can see
that everything from about a third of the way from that corner has been blown
into little pieces, and the concrete underneath is somewhat scarred.

	I turn towards Oneesama, help her to her feet, then slip my arms about
her waist, looking up at her as I speak, `Wow.  What a wonderful tool!  You
can't really tamp it in a match, though.'  I snuggle my head under her chin,
and the rest of the team just boggles as I watch from under my eyelashes.

-

	`Oh, so you sprained your ankle?  Tripped over a ball?  You're sure you
won't be able to compete by tomorrow?  OK, I'll do it.  Talk to you tomorrow.
Bye now.'  I hang up the phone, thank the little ninja who first answered it,
and head back to Oneesama's room.

	`Hey.'  I slip up behind her, set my head on her shoulder and hug her
tightly from behind.

	`What was that?'  She asks, bringing up one hand to stroke my fingers,
the other one holding the book in place.

	`Akane sprained her ankle tonight, and doesn't heal fast enough to
compete tomorrow.  This'll be fun!'  I turn my head to nibble on her neck,
begin tracing small circles up her belly.  Her hand, again, rises up and
catches mine, stopping it.

	`We have a match tomorrow.  We should get some sleep.'  I contemplate
another sleepless night in her bed, and I can't take that, suddenly.

	`We do need to take a bath, still.'  She nods aquiesence, and I gather
the things we'll need, then gently guide her to the bathroom.  I strip down,
rinse out the tub, and start it filling, then turn back to Oneesama.

	Oneesama is looking down, her fingers slow on her clothing, and her
behavior suddenly scares me.  I step up next to her, catch her fingers in mine,
`Oneesama, what's wrong?  Please, tell me,' I plead, a sick dread chanting *she
doesn't want you, she doesn't want you* in my heart.

	`I,' she starts, her eyes rising towards my face, but closing before
they get to my face, `I,' she starts again, this time raising her head before
she opens her eyes, `I want you so badly.'

	I blink, facefaulting, and she catches me before I hit the floor.
Sudden burning anger flares, startling me so badly I can't force it down before
it escapes, `What!  I've not been able to sleep for the last three days because
I want you so bad!  Why the . . .' the sight of her stricken face derails my
anger, leaving a twisted mess behind.

	`You never protest, never'

	I cut her off, `Of course not!  Why would I protest something so
wonderful?'  I hug her about the hips, press my face to her belly from my
position on my knees in front of her.

	`You never ask,'  She presses one finger to my lips when she feels me
begin to protest, `For anything.  How am I to know,' I take her finger into my
mouth, suck on it fiercely, nibble on it lightly as I swirl my tongue around
it, and her words cut off with a gasp.

	After a few moments of that I stop, shift position slightly so that I
can concentrate well enough to speak, and look up at her, `I thought I was
quite blatent enough for you to be able to tell.  Did you really think that I
wouldn't tell you if I didn't want you to do something?'  I let go of her hips,
settle back so I can hold her hands and look into her face.

	`No, I just,' she closes her eyes, moisture showing at the corners,
`worried about it.'

	`Well, I'd really like a good night's sleep tonight, so,'

	Oneesama's smile cuts off my words, almost as well as the way she
pressed my hand against a certain soft swelling, her face softening, eyes
half-closed as I stroke her through the fabric of her school uniform.  I
tremble in time with my slow strokes, four days of being constantly aroused,
combined with not having slept in three, making me feel like I'm about to
explode.  I extract my other hand from hers, slip it up her left thigh, small
circles that approach my other hand from under her skirt.  I carress her
through her leotard, pulling her closer to me with my now-free hand, reaching
around carefully to unbutton her uniform, letting it fall open.  Oneesama rests
both hands on my shoulders, and I look up into her flushed face as her uniform
drapes off her shoulders.  I lift her skirt, lean forward under it, and
carefully pull aside the crotch of her leotard, pressing my face against the
damp, hot, slick flesh revealed.  For a moment I think she's going to come just
from me moving her leotard, but she doesn't.  I suck her clitoris between my
teeth, use my tongue to swirl it forcefully against my upper teeth, and that
drives her over the edge, her hands clamping painfully on my shoulders.

	I manage to keep licking as she falls, and she manages to avoid
cracking her head, so I find it most satisfactory.  After a little bit she
pulls away slightly, so I stop, wiggle underneath her, and pull her down for a
kiss.  She responds eagerly, her hands roaming over my skin, fighting me
slightly as I work on getting her undressed.  Suddenly she sits up, the warm
wetness of her vulva against my lower belly almost enough to bring me off, and
pulls her uniform over her head, leaving her clad in only her leotard.  I help
her with that, a tiny moan of dissapointment escaping when she stands to remove
it.

	The moan turns to one of pleasure as she sinks back down against me,
her warm skin sliding against my sweat-drenched form.  I haul her down for
another frantic kiss, and she rolls us both over, places her hands on my hips,
then rolls us again.  The faint glimmer of water over the edge of the tub
catches my attention,

	`Oneesama!  The bath!.'  She lets me go, dives franticly and cuts the
water off, returning before my sweat has a chance to cool.  She slowly begins
to kiss her way down my body, my hips jerking with each and every touch of her
lips, the warm press of her skin somehow increasing my arousal without making
release any more likely.  She reaches my breasts, slowly swirls kisses up the
left one, my voice getting louder, less controlled, with each kiss, my breath a
ragged panting as I twist, pressing it more firmly against her.  She gets to my
nipple, begins to nibble on it softly, her touch wonderful, awful, I can't say.
I wrap my legs around her waist, pressing my vulva to her belly, the rocking of
my hips increasing my agonizing ecstacy.  

	She leaves off my breast, sliding down my body, and I unwrap my legs
when I realize her intentions.  She slides her lips down my labia, making me
shudder when they pass over my clitoris, then she sucks it easily between them,
her tongue swirling over it.  I press up against her, unable to stop my hips'
convulsive rocking, and she bites it hard.  The unbelievable rush of pleasure
shocks me silent, and I stop breathing for several long moments as wave after
wave washes through me in time with the rocking of my hips, Oneesama's teeth
pulling lightly on my clit with each movement.

	When my breathing has steadied a little bit I pull Oneesama up on top
of me again, hold her in place with my legs around her hips, and kiss her
repeatedly, tasting the salt of my lubricant on her face, mixed with her
saliva.

	I close my eyes, stroke her face with my chin, `I should be sated after
that.'

	`But you aren't, are you?'

	`No.  Are you?'

	She kisses me in reply, and I begin working my way down her body,
lifting her up a little bit so I can get at a new bit of flesh, carressing my
way down her sweat-drenched form, kissing, nibbling, and biting as I go.

	She suddenly lifts herself off of me, turns so her shoulders are over
my hips, and I wiggle so that her hips are over my face.  She spreads my legs
with her hands, stroking my clitoris with something firmly soft, her strokes
awkward, uneven, and after a moment I realize it's her nose.  Intrigued by the
idea I try it myself, managing several firm strokes before realizing that that
would really make my neck hurt after a very short time.  I glory in the
wonderful feeling of her teeth and tongue on my clitoris for a moment, then
carefully begin to stroke first one, then two, of my fingers into the slick
warmth of her vagina.  Her hips quickly match themselves to my strokes, and I
catch her clitoris with my tongue, licking and pressing against the sensative
little nub in time with her hips.

	Somehow, shockingly, we come at the same time, collapsing into a single
boneless pile of hopefully sated flesh.  I glory in the warm lastitude for a
long while, finally beginning to stir when my chilling sweat gets to be too
much.

	Extracting my fingers prompts Oneesama to start moving, and we, with
several lingering kisses, gropes, and fondles, proceed to begin washing.  After
finishing with my front I turn my back to Oneesama, sweeping my tail forward
over one shoulder.  She scrubs my back hard, then unbinds my tail, coming it
out with her fingers.

	`Um, don't loose that tie.'  I murmor happily, my head tilted back to
give her easier access to my hair.

	`Why?'

	`It's my seal.  Keeps my hair from growing out of control when I'm
male.'  I can almost feel her surprise, but she stands up, and I watch as she
carefully hangs it on a hook.  I watch her walk back, admiring the smooth play
of muscles under her skin and the thin layer of softening fat.  She sits behind
me again, playing with my hair for a moment before she begins working shampoo
into it.  I close my eyes to keep the caustic substance out of them, let myself
relax into the warm cared-for feeling her gentle tugging on my hair gives me.

	`Why do you need it?'

	`One day in china I was really hungry, and these two guys were holding
a contest over this bowl of soup.  I kinda took it from 'em and ate it.
'Parently it was dragon's beard soup, and that makes men's hair grow, if they
eat a little bit of it.  If they eat too much their hair grows really fast.'

	`Hmm,' Oneesama makes a contemplative noise, `I think you'd look really
nice if your hair was a little longer.'

	`Really?'  That sounds too much like a compliment to make me
comfortable, but, `About how long?'

	`About here.'  Her touch is like a line of fire across my thigh, and I
gasp, shocked that I could recover so quickly.

	`If you'd like.'

	She rinses my hair out with cold water, then pulls me up by one hand.
She bends, scooping up a dipper full of hot bathwater, then fills a second with
cold.  I shiver at the warm spikes the sight sends through my belly.  She holds
out the hot water, and I turn away before dumping it over my head.  She gathers
the wet mass back off my shoulders, helping it dangle down, then dumps the cold
water after it falls a little past the line she'd traced on my thigh.  I turn
around, glad that part disappeared first, and throw my arms around her neck,
kissing her neck fiercely.

	`You want me again?' there's amusement in her voice, but I nod against
her collarbone anyway, `So soon?' I nod again, `Hmm,' her voice turns
contemplative, and she backs up against one of the walls, leaning back against
it.  Dropping her hands from my waist to my hips, she slips one of her legs
between mine, then pulls me up.  I tighten my grip around her neck, the tips of
my toes barely touching the ground, and she begins to slowly, rythmicly, press
her thigh up against me.  This is enough to start my hips rocking against her,
pressing my vulva firmly against her thigh, most of my weight concentrated on
the soft, sensative flesh, and it feels remarkably good.  A few short instants
later I orgasm again, slide myself down Oneesama's thigh, and give her yet
another possessive hug.

	I gather my hair, sticky with our sweat, separate it into three
strands, and braid it tight again, noticing that it comes down to my knees now.
I fish my seal off the hook, tie it about the end again, and shake my head, the
loose hair at the end of my braid tickling my calves.

	`So, do I get to wash your back?' I ask her, looking coyly over my
shoulder at her.

	Oneesama smiles, `Sure.'  She settles onto the stool, and I wash her
back quickly, scrubbing firmly, increasing the pressure til I feel her wince,
then backing off a little.  I smell her wet hair, slip my fingers through it.
Nothing but slightly sweaty girl.  I rinse us both off again, then sit on the
edge of the bath for a little while as I watch her soak.

	`You had something planned, didn't you?'  Oneesama's voice is soft,
sleepy.

	`Yeah.  The plan was we'd both get washed, then I'd start masturbating.
You'd either watch, which would have been nice in it's way, join in, which is
what I was hoping for, or tell me to stop, which, unless it was said in just
the right way, would have told me somthing I didn't want to hear.'

	`Sounds like a nice plan.'  She moves, over to the side of the tub near
me.  I keep myself from tensing up, and she pulls me into the hot water.  She
keeps her hands away from that part, and it softens in the warm water,
thankfully.

	I almost fall asleep, safe in her arms, but the water eventually cools
and we get out.  I splash myself with cold water, then we each towel ourselves
dry, sure that it will turn into sex-play if we don't.

-

	`Good night,' I murmor to Oneesama, once more cuddled close in her
arms.

	`Good night,' she murmors back, then kisses me on the forehead.

--
1999 couple weeks ago:	made empty file to put story in.
1999 July 5:		added log, began story
1999 July 16:		almost four hundred lines in four hours.  nice.
1999 July 25:		little bit of editing
2001/Nov/20:		added disclaimer and title block
2002/Jul/27:		little bit more editing ^^;