Something that I started on over the weekend....
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Ranma Saotome was returning from an errand for Doctor Tofu when he saw Nabiki Tendo being accosted by an unsavoury looking person.
æWhatÆs she up to now?Æ he wondered as he swapped the carrier bag from his right hand to his left.
He was about to leave her alone, when a hand was raised.
ôDamn it,ö he muttered. ôHey, Nabiki!ö
The pair turned to face the pigtailed youth approaching them.
ôHey Nabiki, you want to get a coffee or something?ö Ranma asked.
ôErr, yeah, thatÆd be great, Ranma,ö Nabiki smiled. Stepping away from the boy whoÆd confronted her, she added, ôLetÆs go now.ö
ôWhere do you think youÆre going, Tendo? WeÆre not done yet.ö
ôOh, I think we are, Tanaka-chan,ö the mercenary girl smirked.
Tanaka, enraged by NabikiÆs attitude, lashed out, intent on teaching her a lesson in manners.
He blinked in surprise when he realised his hand had been stopped.
ôWhat the?ö
ôOh, IÆm sorry, am I supposed to let you hit a girl?ö Ranma asked with a look of confusion on his face.
Tanaka struggled to get his arm free. ôLet go of me!ö
ôSo you can hit Nabiki? I donÆt think thatÆs going to happen. No, youÆre going to walk away because youÆre stopping me from getting something to eat.ö
ôJust who do you thinkàö the aggressive youth trailed off as he put two and two together and realised just who he was dealing with. ôErr, sorry about this. Yeah, a walk sounds like a good idea.ö
When they were alone, Ranma turned to Nabiki. ôWhatÆs that all about, Nabiki?ö
ôItÆs not important, Ranma,ö the short-haired girl said, brushing off his question. ôNow, about that coffee.ö
ôYouÆre paying.ö
ôWhat? How can you be so cruel? Making me buy you coffee after I was nearly assaulted?ö
ôI donÆt have any money, Nabiki,ö Ranma countered. ôBesides, IÆve got to get this back to Dr. Tofu.ö
ôOh, well, IÆm still going to hold you to your offer of coffee,ö Nabiki said as she left for home.
ôWhatever.ö
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Back in her room, Nabiki looked through her stash of saucy photographs. She knew that she couldnÆt rely on Ranma to keep her safe if she couldnÆt find what Tanaka had paid for. After all, it had been pure chance that heÆd been nearby.
The mercenary girl flipped through the pictures of her sister training. Despite them being quite tame, they were popular with the likes of Kuno and Gosunkugi.
æThese wonÆt do,Æ she decided.
Looking through the collection, Nabiki saw the beach photos of Akane. These were more like normal family shots, but they still werenÆt enough.
ôStupid pervert,ö she muttered as the details of the request played through her mind.
æI want sexy photos, thereÆs got to be proper nudity with no censorship.Æ
There was only one pile of photos left to sort through: RanmaÆs cursed form.
Steeling herself, Nabiki flicked through the photos of Ranma. There were some of the ôpigtailed girlö sleeping with her undershirt barely covering her breasts; some of her holding a wet shirt off her skin to stop it from chafing.
But these were not enough to satisfy Tanaka.
Nabiki knew why sheÆd been approached instead of Tanaka just buying a dirty magazine û the censorship issue.
And this important criterion was the double-edged blade that was causing all the trouble.
It had enabled Nabiki to negotiate a high price for her merchandise, but finding someone who she could photograph naked was proving difficult.
There was no way she could ask her sisters to do something like that and there was no way in hell that she was going to allow naked pictures of herself to be made.
That left one person. And, as luck would have it, Tanaka didnÆt know who she was.
æBut how do I convince Ranma?Æ
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