Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Crossover Fan Fiction / Utawarerumono Fan Fiction ❯ No Turning Back ❯ Prologue 1: 20 pieces of Silver ( Prologue )
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By: RangerShade 
The Art of the Double Cross
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Crossover Fan Fiction / Utawarerumono Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Hentai / Fantasy / Post-apocalyptic / Sci-fi | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.30.2008 | Updated On: 08.17.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 4.7K | Status: Work In Progress
The Art of the Double Cross
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Crossover Fan Fiction / Utawarerumono Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Hentai / Fantasy / Post-apocalyptic / Sci-fi | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.30.2008 | Updated On: 08.17.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 4.7K | Status: Work In Progress
No Turning Back
A Pokewomen Universe Story
by Shade
Porn with Plot Warning.
Copyrighted character use warning.
Ignoring what a lot of other people wrote warning.
Warning about warning warning warning.
"For of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: 'It might have been!'"
-John Whittier
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Prologue: 20 pieces of silver
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Ranma Saotome stared suspiciously at the short haired young woman sitting so composedly in front of him.
"What are you up to, Nabiki?"
"Moi? Whatever makes you think that?"
Butter wouldn't have melted in that smiling mouth.
"Because you're always up to something."
"I'm hurt, Ranma-baby. Here I am out of the goodness of my heart offering to forgive
a whole third of your outstanding debt in exchange for just a little of your time
and this is the thanks I get?"
Just in case, Ranma checked outside the dojo to see if any storm clouds were forming or lightning bolts flying.
No such luck. It was clear skies all around.
"How about a drink before we get to business? Tea, cola, juice?"
Ranma looked at the tray with the sparkling jugs and steaming tea pot. Did she really think he was that stupid?
"Just water."
A brief sour look crossed Nabiki's face almost too fast to be seen, but he saw it anyway. That would show her.
You had to wake up pretty early in the morning to put one over this pigtailed martial artist.
She plunked a glass full of cold water from the outside pump in front of him and then got herself a mug of tea.
He drained the glass in a series of thirsty gulps, the day was only getting hotter as the sun glared
overhead and the young man had a sinking feeling that this 'quick chat' the middle Tendo had arranged
was going to be awhile.
"It's really quite simple what I want you to do, even you can't possibly screw it up, Ranma."
Ranma glared at her. But he kept silent because he still owed her quite a lot of money. In his opinion
whoever had come up with the concept of compound interest needed to have their ass kicked repeatedly.
"There are some people that are very interested in meeting you."
Ranma's eyes started to droop as Nabiki's voice began to turn into an unintelligible drone in his ears.
How long was she going to keep talking? Why couldn't she just get to the point already?
"Am I boring you, Saotome?"
He tried to grunt an affirmative but to the boy's muzzy surprise, his lips refused to cooperate.
Shit, the water-
His head hit the floor with a soft thud.
"Sorry, Ranma-baby. But for the kind of money they were willing to offer I couldn't risk you refusing,
now could I?"
Dumb jocks who watched movies really shouldn't try to hurt themselves thinking.
The idiot had never even paid attention to the cups she'd used. But that was why
Nabiki was a player and Ranma just a pawn.
The men who came to pick up the cargo were plain faced but proficient at their job.
They hefted the unconscious young man into a waiting stretcher and strapped him down
securely. Nabiki noted that one of them was already slipping a needle attached to a drip
bag of solution to one of Ranma's arms to keep him quiet for the trip.
It was so nice to work with professionals for a change.
The van waiting by the stone wall marking the boundries of the Tendo residence was dark
and devoid of any markings. It took only a few minutes for them to pack up their cargo
and drive off, leaving Nabiki Tendo alone in the Dojo with a suitcase that she rubbed
fondly as she contemplated how much the contents had just increased her personal net value.
"Pleasure doing business with you."
She would give them a few minutes headstart before making a few calls. After all, just because
she'd made one deal didn't mean that she couldn't make a few more. Who could blame Nabiki if
the fiancee brigade just so happened to stumble on where Ranma was being taken?
The arrogant pigtailed boy might be angry with her for awhile, but she could live with that.
Nabiki's face broke into a greedy smile.
Caveat emptor.
Let the buyer beware.
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"Arrogant Bitch, isn't she?"
The civilian security uniform fit the speaker about as well as a housecat's collar did a tiger.
"Now now, Captain. We have what we came for."
The other speaker by contrast looked every inch a man of science. He looked almost too clean,
as if dirt and grime was afraid to even be found in the same vicinity as him.
"I can't wait to see the look on that tight cunt's face when she realizes she's been had."
"Caveat emptor, Captain. We can leave her to the local law enforcement to deal with."
"I'd still like a crack at that little slut's pussy."
"As tempting at that might be, we are not compromising this project's security for a fast fuck.
I trust that has been made clear to you, Captain."
An annoyed grunt was the only response.
There was silence for a time.
Then the second person spoke again.
"I believe that you can prepare your men to receive some univited guests. Remember, we want them alive."
"Understood, Sir."
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
A few days later Nabiki wasn't smiling any more.
At first everything had seemed to be going according to plan. She'd sold the information at a healthy
profit to the usual suspects. Shampoo, Ukyo and Kodachi had dropped everything and gone running off
after the pigtailed boy. When they'd failed to turn up again that day she shrugged and dismissed it
as nothing to worry about. Business was business.
When the buyers failed to return Ranma on the agreed upon day she was mildly annoyed. A few more calls
were made and certain interested parties purchased the information at a mild discount. Nabiki had found
it slightly amusing to have Miss Hinako of all people paying her in order to get her hands on
'that naughty deliquent'.
None of them had come back either. But at least she got paid.
However now had come the final straw.
"COUNTERFEIT?!"
Every other head in the bank turned towards her like iron to a magnet.
"I'm afraid so, Miss Tendo. All of it."
Hell had no fury like a woman cheated out of her rightful gains. She would get them for this.
She was going to sue their asses into poverty. She would bury them under lawsuits until they
breathed red ink and shit foreclosure notices. She would-
A hand on her shoulder broke through the red hazed clouds of plotted revenge.
"I'm going to have ask you to come with us."
Unsmiling police officers in uniform stood behind her.
"But! But! It's not my-"
"You have the right to remain silent-"
"You can't do this to me! Do you know who I am?"
This couldn't be happening to her! Bad things were only supposed to happen to other people!
She was Nabiki Tendo! Nobody could beat her at her own game. Nobody!
"-anything you say can be used against you in a court of law."
It only got worse from there.
-End Prologue
A Pokewomen Universe Story
by Shade
Porn with Plot Warning.
Copyrighted character use warning.
Ignoring what a lot of other people wrote warning.
Warning about warning warning warning.
"For of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: 'It might have been!'"
-John Whittier
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
Prologue: 20 pieces of silver
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
Ranma Saotome stared suspiciously at the short haired young woman sitting so composedly in front of him.
"What are you up to, Nabiki?"
"Moi? Whatever makes you think that?"
Butter wouldn't have melted in that smiling mouth.
"Because you're always up to something."
"I'm hurt, Ranma-baby. Here I am out of the goodness of my heart offering to forgive
a whole third of your outstanding debt in exchange for just a little of your time
and this is the thanks I get?"
Just in case, Ranma checked outside the dojo to see if any storm clouds were forming or lightning bolts flying.
No such luck. It was clear skies all around.
"How about a drink before we get to business? Tea, cola, juice?"
Ranma looked at the tray with the sparkling jugs and steaming tea pot. Did she really think he was that stupid?
"Just water."
A brief sour look crossed Nabiki's face almost too fast to be seen, but he saw it anyway. That would show her.
You had to wake up pretty early in the morning to put one over this pigtailed martial artist.
She plunked a glass full of cold water from the outside pump in front of him and then got herself a mug of tea.
He drained the glass in a series of thirsty gulps, the day was only getting hotter as the sun glared
overhead and the young man had a sinking feeling that this 'quick chat' the middle Tendo had arranged
was going to be awhile.
"It's really quite simple what I want you to do, even you can't possibly screw it up, Ranma."
Ranma glared at her. But he kept silent because he still owed her quite a lot of money. In his opinion
whoever had come up with the concept of compound interest needed to have their ass kicked repeatedly.
"There are some people that are very interested in meeting you."
Ranma's eyes started to droop as Nabiki's voice began to turn into an unintelligible drone in his ears.
How long was she going to keep talking? Why couldn't she just get to the point already?
"Am I boring you, Saotome?"
He tried to grunt an affirmative but to the boy's muzzy surprise, his lips refused to cooperate.
Shit, the water-
His head hit the floor with a soft thud.
"Sorry, Ranma-baby. But for the kind of money they were willing to offer I couldn't risk you refusing,
now could I?"
Dumb jocks who watched movies really shouldn't try to hurt themselves thinking.
The idiot had never even paid attention to the cups she'd used. But that was why
Nabiki was a player and Ranma just a pawn.
The men who came to pick up the cargo were plain faced but proficient at their job.
They hefted the unconscious young man into a waiting stretcher and strapped him down
securely. Nabiki noted that one of them was already slipping a needle attached to a drip
bag of solution to one of Ranma's arms to keep him quiet for the trip.
It was so nice to work with professionals for a change.
The van waiting by the stone wall marking the boundries of the Tendo residence was dark
and devoid of any markings. It took only a few minutes for them to pack up their cargo
and drive off, leaving Nabiki Tendo alone in the Dojo with a suitcase that she rubbed
fondly as she contemplated how much the contents had just increased her personal net value.
"Pleasure doing business with you."
She would give them a few minutes headstart before making a few calls. After all, just because
she'd made one deal didn't mean that she couldn't make a few more. Who could blame Nabiki if
the fiancee brigade just so happened to stumble on where Ranma was being taken?
The arrogant pigtailed boy might be angry with her for awhile, but she could live with that.
Nabiki's face broke into a greedy smile.
Caveat emptor.
Let the buyer beware.
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
"Arrogant Bitch, isn't she?"
The civilian security uniform fit the speaker about as well as a housecat's collar did a tiger.
"Now now, Captain. We have what we came for."
The other speaker by contrast looked every inch a man of science. He looked almost too clean,
as if dirt and grime was afraid to even be found in the same vicinity as him.
"I can't wait to see the look on that tight cunt's face when she realizes she's been had."
"Caveat emptor, Captain. We can leave her to the local law enforcement to deal with."
"I'd still like a crack at that little slut's pussy."
"As tempting at that might be, we are not compromising this project's security for a fast fuck.
I trust that has been made clear to you, Captain."
An annoyed grunt was the only response.
There was silence for a time.
Then the second person spoke again.
"I believe that you can prepare your men to receive some univited guests. Remember, we want them alive."
"Understood, Sir."
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
A few days later Nabiki wasn't smiling any more.
At first everything had seemed to be going according to plan. She'd sold the information at a healthy
profit to the usual suspects. Shampoo, Ukyo and Kodachi had dropped everything and gone running off
after the pigtailed boy. When they'd failed to turn up again that day she shrugged and dismissed it
as nothing to worry about. Business was business.
When the buyers failed to return Ranma on the agreed upon day she was mildly annoyed. A few more calls
were made and certain interested parties purchased the information at a mild discount. Nabiki had found
it slightly amusing to have Miss Hinako of all people paying her in order to get her hands on
'that naughty deliquent'.
None of them had come back either. But at least she got paid.
However now had come the final straw.
"COUNTERFEIT?!"
Every other head in the bank turned towards her like iron to a magnet.
"I'm afraid so, Miss Tendo. All of it."
Hell had no fury like a woman cheated out of her rightful gains. She would get them for this.
She was going to sue their asses into poverty. She would bury them under lawsuits until they
breathed red ink and shit foreclosure notices. She would-
A hand on her shoulder broke through the red hazed clouds of plotted revenge.
"I'm going to have ask you to come with us."
Unsmiling police officers in uniform stood behind her.
"But! But! It's not my-"
"You have the right to remain silent-"
"You can't do this to me! Do you know who I am?"
This couldn't be happening to her! Bad things were only supposed to happen to other people!
She was Nabiki Tendo! Nobody could beat her at her own game. Nobody!
"-anything you say can be used against you in a court of law."
It only got worse from there.
-End Prologue