Kodak Moments - Chapter 6

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This chapter does contain lemon content.
Last Updated: 13/9/01

 Ranma gazed through the glass, watching as the dark haired woman remove her bra and reach for a nightgown. His mind was really too upset about Ukyo to get any enjoyment from peeping on the woman.. At least that was the last one. Only two more left for this evening, both he had covered at the Dojo.

 Jumping down from the tree branch, he jogged slowly back to the Dojo. Opening the door, he was about to go straight up stairs but saw the kitchen light still on. With silent steps, he moved to the door and looked in. Akane sat with a sad look on her face staring at the silver pocket watch. An open box of cookies sat beside her.

 "Hey Akane."

 Akane looked up and smiled. "Hi. You all right?"

 "Yeah, I just didn't want to hurt her."

 "I know, Ranma, I didn't want to either. But it had to be ended."

 They were silent for a minute, just staring at each other. A rumble from Ranma's stomach quickly ended the moment. Akane smiled lightly, picking up the box of cookies but not offering any.

 "Ah, Akane, can I have a cookie?"

 Akane placed the box in her lap. "What will you give me for them?" She tried to use a sultry gaze.

 "What do you want?"

 "Well, What do you think I want?"

 "Ah, how about a kiss?"

 Akane smiled at her control over the situation. "If that's all your offering, then it'll have to do."

 Even Ranma could see through the false casualness of his fiancee. Stepping up as she got off the bench, he bent down the short distance as she turned her head up. A moment of hesitation passed quickly, their lips touched and touched again, remembering what they had started in the lifetime ago that was yesterday, and building on that knowledge with each meeting here.

 Several minutes passed before Ranma's stomach reminded them of the reason this had started. Both blushed as they broke away, like someone other than Ranma's gastro intestinal tract had caught them, before giggling and smiling at the situation. Akane covered her embarrassment by jabbing the carton into Ranma and turning away to straighten her clothes and hair after their kiss.

 She listened to the cookies vanishing behind her and saw the clock on the microwave, Eleven Forty. Controlling herself, she turned back, and held up the watch to him. "Two more to go."

 "Yeah, I'm gunna make Nabiki suffer some more."

 Akane felt a little disappointed and turned away, missing the 'please believe me' look on his poker face. "What do you think Happosai will have you do tomorrow?"

 "No idea, I figure he'll drag me off on a panty raid tonight yet. Don't matter much, you'd better get to bed though, whatever it is, it'll be better if we're not falling asleep."

 Walking out she gave a quick yawn before hitting the light switch. "Yeah."

******

 Ukyo Kuonji sat on the swing, lazy rocking, letting the tears flow down her face. The park was empty and deserted, a perfect place to feel sorry for oneself. Ten years of training for revenge, ten years of living as a boy, ten years of working and training while other kids played, and she had found him. She moved in and set about destroying him and his worthless Father. Then what happened, a few kind words and she'd forgiven him.

 One year, of fun and friendships later, and she lost him again. Where had it all gone wrong?

  "Excuse me, are you all right?"

 The sudden voice startled Ukyo and she jumped up ready to defend herself. She saw a beautiful woman in her mid twenties in a formal kimono standing a short distance away. Putting her spatula away, she bowed to the woman. "Ah sorry, yes I'm fine, thank you."

 The woman smiled gently and sat in the other swing. "Boyfriend problems? I used to come here when I had problems."

 Ukyo looked at the woman's eyes for a few moments before tentatively sitting back in the swing. "You could say that."

 "My names Bu. Do you want to talk about it?"

 Ukyo looked at the woman for a moment. There was an air of understanding from the woman, she felt oddly comfortable with her. "My names Ukyo, my fiance just told me he was marrying another woman." She stopped with a few sobs but calmed quickly as Bu's hand lay on her upper arm.

 "Oh dear Ucchan, tell me what happened."

 Ukyo looked up at Ranma's name for her, she had figured she'd never want to hear that name again. But from this new friend it felt right. She nodded, leaving her head down and gazing at the dirt under her feet. "We met when...."

 A small red brown squirrel on a branch of his tree looked over at the two disruptions in the park, and so it was the only living thing to see Bu's brown eyes flash with dark red light as Ukyo Kuonji began to tell her story to this stranger.

*****

 Ranma Saotome's mind flashed with ideas as he followed Akane up the stairs towards her bedroom door. He wanted to kiss her goodnight, well he wanted more but that wasn't the point. He wanted to kiss her goodnight like they did on TV, something to really blow her socks off. Finding himself before the wooden duck he realised he was out of time. An overheard comment from long ago passed through his mind, 'I prefer a kisser who is confident with themselves'. That left one option - to just go for it.

 Akane reached for her door handle and began turning, hoping for a good night kiss when she found herself enveloped, one hand around her back and the other sliding up to her hair. His lips were forceful on hers, and his tongue burrowed in, starting to tussle with her own. She idly noted his technique was better downstairs but she was giving him an 'A' for effort anyway.

 Breaking the kiss, Ranma looked into her eyes, hoping she had lost her socks with his efforts. The look from her eyes he wasn't too sure on but the smile on her lips was encouraging enough for it to have been worth it.

 Akane saw the nervousness fade from his eyes and began to open her door. Her right hand dragged over his shoulder and down his taunt chest, held back from the desire to grab and pull him inside with her by a steady chant, 'after we're married, after we're married' flowing down from the brain.

 "Good night Ranma." The words only just made it out as the door clicked shut. Akane smiled wider at the sigh heard from the other side.

 She began unbuttoning her blouse, thinking of everything that had happened, from her waking dream, through the groping and stripping, to their kissing, a small smile glued to her face.

*****

 Ranma firstly tried Nabiki's door, expecting the lock. He wasn't even all that surprised with the rod keeping the sliding window shut either. His Father's secret techniques again in use, he slipped into the attic and through her ceiling. His feet landing on the edges of the closet, he gazed over the elaborate array of strings hanging in the air, only just visible in the darkness of the room. Three or more frying pans were suspended by the strings. Smirking he called his confidence to his hands, a ball of Ki forming through the emotion, just large enough for it's light to illuminate his path to the sleeping form in the bed. Jumping down he twisted and turned, snaking his body through the mess of string, towards the bed.

 He let the Ki and its light fade away as he reached for the blanket, smirking at Nabiki's, completely justified, paranoia. With the fade of his light he only just caught the tiny red light on her desk before he crossed the invisible beam. Investigating, he saw the motion sensor on her desk guarding the side of her bed, like the doorway of a shop.

 A quick leap over it to the windowsill and one to the end of her bed bypassed that security. Pulling the sheet end from under mattress, he moved in, worming his way into the warm bed beside slumbering Nabiki. He snuggled in behind her, feeling her warmth through her corse pyjamas. He smiled a tight smile and pressed the pressure point on her abdomen that Happosai had used on the train. He got no effect initially but began to caress her and worming one hand under her to pull her tight against him. It didn't take long for her to start murmuring in her sleep, her breathing getting deeper. His eyes made out the yellow burn forming slowly in her aura.

 He probably would have continued but he wanted his last perverted act of the day to be with Akane, which gave him very little time. He just hoped she was asleep by now. Reaching his head down he began whispering in her ear. "Wake up Nabiki-chan."

 Nabiki was drifted up from her dream, trying to figure out what had awoken her. Her hands began to caress herself, her body telling her of the building desire within. It wasn't till one hand found a third on her breasts that she was awake and across the room.

 *Bzzzzt*
 *Pang, Bong, Ting*

 The electric tone of the motion detector, the string netting wrapping her body and the sounds of pans hitting the floor and herself left Nabiki disorientated for several moments before she began yanking herself free. Slapping the light switch she saw she was alone in the room.

 "I know you're here Ranma."

 *Silence*

 Nabiki knew it hadn't been a dream, but...

 "That's it Saotome, tomorrow morning I'm dragging you through hell."

******

 Ranma listened with a smirk to the Nabiki's declaration through the ceiling boards. He didn't bother replying, he knew she wasn't absolutely sure he was there. Getting his bearings, he headed for Akane's room.

 He smirked as he reviewed his plan. Sneak in, slip Akane's cloths off, wake her with a kiss and see when she noticed. It wasn't too perverted but the opportunity to see her naked again was getting to him. It was funny, thanks to Happosai, he had basically been given free reign of her body, with her own permission, since she didn't want him doing it to others. He'd seen her undressed fully or at least half at least a dozen times since he'd arrived in Nerima, so long ago, and he had been hit at least three dozen times for it. But today... Hell just the thought of some of today's events were keeping him hot. The thought of telling Happosai to shove it and show everyone the polaroid just so they'd be married within hours was becoming very tempting. But he had given his word to obey the old fart for another two days yet.

 Smirking he silently slipped over to Akane's roof and through, down onto her desk. Whatever he had planned went out the window at the sight on her bed.

 The yellow aura burned from her naked body brightly, her breath was sharp gulps for air, her tongue snaking out every few moments to wet her lips. Her back arched again and again, hips pumping up with urgency as she played herself. His gaze followed every contour of her body, illuminated by the fiery yellow radiance only he could see.

 He watched awed as one hand dragged along her neck, in the same motion he touched her while on the train, before moving to her breasts and cupping one like he had that morning, like it was trying to re-enact what he had done to her that day. Her aura building steadily further even as he watched, the other hand at her treasure, grinding hard with the palm, while the fingers played over the folds, two fingers vanishing inside her, gyrating to the motions of her hand.

 Ranma would never be sure when he had moved, but found himself kneeling beside the bed, his face only inches from his fiancee's hip, Akane still unaware of her companion. Her scent flooded his nostrils, the sweet smell of her normally, mixed with a stronger musk. He couldn't remove his eyes from the sight, the outer lips not quite covering the inner lips, both engorged and parted with the fingers inside. Lips and fingers coated with her juices, over her heavy breathing he could hear the squelch made by her fingers inside her.

 He looked over her whole form seeing how she touched, where she touched, and how it was different to his experimentation with his cursed body, envious of both not giving nor receiving the same.

 He knew he shouldn't do anything, should just leave, she'd be embarrassed if she found him here and would probably kill him if he touched her. His brain desperately fought with his hormones, looking around the room for some excuse to stand, the first step in getting away. There, on the bedside table he saw an excuse, her digital clock, Eleven Fifty Nine. The wrong type of excuse.

 The perverted grin slipped over his face before it led his face down between her spread legs.

 Akane was deep into her fantasies when she felt something warm touching her fingers and treasure. Her attentions stopped, her head faced down to find out what the hell it was. She was stunned at the twin eyes in the poor streetlight filtering through the curtains. She could make out the face of Ranma and was stunned at the implication. 'Did he just lick me?'

 Ranma stared into the eyes of his fiancee for a long moment before moving down and licking again. He didn't break eye contact till Akane closed her eyes, absorbing the sensation as his tongue traced up from the very bottom of her lower lips. Her hand retreated before the intruder come guest, letting him lick up her lips full length, running over the hard button peeking out near the top, before ending in the nest of dark hair.

 Ranma savoured the taste, a mixture of salt like the beach and an odd sweetness like a fresh fruit. He almost winced at the intensity of passion flaring yellow again to his eyes. As his tongue crested the hard nub, her hips bucked against him forcing him back.

 Leaning his head back he waited for her to look up again, knowing she wanted more but wanting to see it in her brown eyes. It took only a moment before her head swung back up to look back at him. He didn't need to be able to see her aura to read the desire in her eyes. He smirked, intent on some more teasing, but was caught by one leg hooking behind his head drawing him forward and locking over the other in a figure four, his head just were Akane wanted it.

 Starting with kisses to the outer lips, Ranma began to explore Akane's treasure, avoiding the button for the moment. He snaked up his arms feeling at legs and sides, trying to feel every texture. One arm finally slipping around her waist, trying to hold her down from pushing up at him.

 Akane concentrated only on the pleasure, fighting his grip trying to get him to go higher and harder. Her hands caressed over her upper body, raking at her neck and pinching at her breasts. She felt the only her heat and the desire to have more as Ranma took her higher and further than she ever had by herself. She gasped for air as his tongue wormed it's way inside the outer lips, intent on exploring every part of her.

 Ranma heard the gasp and change of her breathing, knowing he was on the right track. He slid his hand around to rest on her stomach, feeling her rapid breath and the shaking of her body through it, amazed at her level of reaction, wondering how far he could take it.

 Akane groaned out his name as he slipped his tongue fully into her, the warmth and texture igniting her nerves, unable to explain how it felt as his tongue would change from hard to soft, thin to wide, as it searched every nook.  One hand going down to his head, alternating running the fingers through his black hair and driving his head down harder against her.

 Ranma carefully watched her aura, and felt her breathing and motions as his tongue slid up to the apex of her treasure, and explored around the hard nub found there. He watched as the edges of her flaming aura began to shift and waver in prismatic display of the rainbow. Maintaining his pressure at her apex he brought his other hand in under his chin.

 Her moans alternating with gulps of air, Akane was lost in the blissful fire, burning higher and hotter like she'd be consumed. Without thought she cried his name again feeling the two fingers penetrating her, her legs closing hard on Ranma's head, trapping him further.

 Ranma almost froze as the closed thighs held his head, Akane's pulse thundering in his ears. He saw the rainbow swirls devouring the yellow of her aura, closer and closer to dominating the yellow completely. He clamped his teeth gently around her nub and swished against it with his tongue, inserting the fingers further and bringing them back around in search of that patch he liked so much when he was a she.

 Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, Akane reached up a hand to her mouth, biting the flesh in hopes of lessening the intense pleasure. As she felt his fingers touching that sensitive spot inside, she felt the dam of pleasure crack and shatter.

 Finding the soft patch against the harder inner wall, Ranma had only just began to run his fingers down it's side when the aura pulsed into all the colours, blinding his eyes, piercing his body.

 Akane screamed into her hand, feeling wave after wave of pleasure shatter through her body before echoing back into the next wave.

 Ranma almost missed it, as her aura moved he could feel it. He could feel the colours of her aura wash over his nerves, like immersion in an intensely fizzy soft drink. Focusing, he began drawing in the power, adding it to his own. Visualising his centre, he drew more and more of Akane's pleasure off her aura and into him, piling in his centre for later use. He continued to gently lick, and kiss at her treasure, his arms snaking around to hold her as she calmed. As the prismatic swirls left her dissipating aura back to yellow, he found he could still draw it, but it felt different, he wasn't sure how but it was like piling it in on top of the other, rather than with it.
 
 Any further study was lost as Akane's hand reached down and grabbed his pigtail, her legs unlocking to let her drag him up her. His perverted grin returned as he slid up Akane, starting to kiss her inviting lips, tongues quickly finding each other as his hand traced her breasts.

 *Splash*

 "Uh uh, student, I told you, none of that." The old perverts voice was a rude awakening for the two girls.

 Akane grabbed a convenient fiance to cover her nudity knowing full well the old goat had probably seen everything. Ranma turned to face the old fart, a red aura burning around her. She was ready to kill the little turd. Between all the shit of the past two days, the incident with Ucchan, and now this, the old freak had gone to far.

 "You promised to obey my orders, boy, or is your word worth nothing?" Happi's calculated statement was enough to hold the red head in check long enough to continue. "If you want a better reason than your word, how about if you lose your virginity while still under the effect of the Enyo, you could kill Akane or change so you will always need to touch women and steal underwear, for the rest of your life."

 "That ritual this morning." Ranma's eyes were wide as she figured it out.

 Happi's nod and grin were dark and dangerous.

 "That's what happened to you?"

 Happi smiled and ignored the question, bounding to the open window. "I'll see you down stairs, student."
 
 The knock on the door turned the pair away from the now empty window. Kasumi's voice called in. "Akane, are you all right? I heard noises."

 Akane turned bright red at what Kasumi, and possibly the whole house, had heard. Seeing the wide blue eyes of her frozen fiancee, she blurred into action, grabbing the red head and tossing her out the window she threw a robe on and opened the door. "Yes Kasumi, I'm fine. Happi and Ranma were fighting."

 Kasumi's face brightened from other thoughts at the explanation. "Oh, that's all right then. Goodnight, Akane."

 "Ah could you help me bring out the spare futon, my bed has a wet spot." Akane turned bright red before almost shouting out, "Happosai threw some water on Ranma and it got my bed!"

 Kasumi jumped, startled at her younger sisters outburst. "That's all right Akane, but you might want to keep you voice down, everyone else is still asleep."

*****

 Nabiki lifted the glass from the wall, considering all she had heard. If Happi wanted Ranma to stay a virgin then the polaroid he had couldn't be them having sex. So what the hell was it, she knew Akane was lying saying it was the Tendo girls naked like she told Ukyo, but what else could it be?

 Remembering what Ranma had done to her this evening she set her goal. "I will have it."

*****

 Ranma stepped into the main room, and looked down at his two foot tall Master. He had showered and changed after being tossed out of Akane's window, and now realised what Happi had in mind for him.

 The aged Master was finishing tying the cloth with a knot under his nose before reaching for the sack. He reached in a brought out four more twelve shot cameras. He looked up at his confused student, "What? You expected to be coming panty raiding? Not tonight student."

 "So what's the job this time?"

 The little turds smile from under the cloth wasn't encouraging. "Easy, forty eight photos of sleeping women, under thirty years old, must be cute, must be wearing something other than pyjamas."

 Ranma slumped "You want me to sneak into girls bedrooms and photograph them as they sleep?"

 "Be back by dawn." The smiling freak bounded out the door and away.

 Snatching up the cameras, Ranma Saotome, slipped into the night.

*****

 His father would have a fit if he knew about him using the Umisen-ken (The silent thief) technique at all, let alone the repeated use today and tonight. Once again, he slipped through the roof into the house a few blocks from the Dojo. He silently moved around peeking down into rooms looking for the form of sleeping girls. This was the third house, and he gazed down on his first unlucky victim. Slipping down he silently stepped beside the bed, drawing back the blanket he looked over the form of a slim girl in her late teens, sleeping on her side.

 He aimed up the camera but several moments past before he brought it down slightly, and took the shot. He considered Happi's reaction to their faces not being in the shot compared with leaving them some dignity by not revealing their face. Dignity won by a wide margin.

 His musings were interrupted by the sleeping girl sitting up trying to figure out what the flash of light that woke her was. Silently, he fled before being caught.

*****

 "How can anyone sleep in something like that?" Ranma mumbled to himself as he slipped out of another house. The last outfit would make Happi very happy, there was barely a point in wearing it. It didn't cover anything.

 The perverted grin slipped over his face again as he thought of Akane wearing that, many of the feelings from earlier flooding his body.

 Once again, the Kami sucker punched him. The moment he got lost in his little fantasy, the bloody great German shepherd darted from its kennel, sinking its teeth hard into his posterior. It almost held on as he jumped over the next house.

*****

 "Ow, Dammit!"

 Mackie turned quickly shining his torch at his partner. "What?"

 Shin pointed his torch down, illuminating his foot and the gravel below. "I twisted my ankle."

 "You all right?"

 "Yeah, beats me why they don't have Abdul and Mitchi down here, it's their shift."

Mackie began to lead them onwards into the darkness "Easy, Abdul barely speaks Japanese and would you really want to meet Mitchi in this dark."

Shin imitated a shiver and both men laughed before continuing. "Mind you, I over heard the driver's report to control, supposedly where hunting for a ghostly samurai who attacked one of the trains."

Before Mackie could reply, they heard the voice in the darkness.

"You there, security people, have thou seen the foul Sorcerer Saotome pass this way. Bah, it matters not, come lead me out of this demonic trap the despicable monster has trapped me in, that I may continue my crusade against his evil and free my loves."

Both froze as the words echoed through the tunnel around them. A shadowy figure with a sword, stepping out of the darkness.

*****

 Several successful shots later Ranma stared at the house before him, debating wether or not this was allowed.  Yuka was a good friend to Akane and it seemed a bit too slack to do this to someone close. The moment passed as he remembered who had stolen the remnants of his boxers that afternoon.

 A quick leap and he was up to her window. Slipping inside he saw the sleeping form in her bed, a gentle smile on her lips. Sneaking forward he reached for the covers, drawing them off her.

And threw them straight back, taking deep calming breaths. All his thoughts and urges for Akane flooded into him seeing that Yuka had gone to bed in the same fashion that Akane had intended to before he interrupted. He had to resist the voice saying to taste and see how different to Akane she might be. Looking around the room trying to focus on less perverted thoughts he saw one of her hands poking out the side of her bed, a recognisable length of damp, torn cloth hanging down. The same cloth she had taken from him while he had been wearing them earlier that day.

 Looking back at the house he was surprised at how effective the Saotome Secret Technique was against perverted thoughts.

*****

 Another house, creeping towards the bed, he almost made it when he stepped on something. It was long, thin, and attached to a body. An unhappy, furry body.

 "MRRROOWW"

 "AAAAHHHH"

 *Smash*

 Sayuri Tanaki sat up immediately wondering what the hell was going on. Within two seconds her father battered through the door, slamming his hand onto the light switch. The two confused people looked in amazement at the man shaped hole in the wall, complete with pigtail.

*****

 Taetae Tanaki held on for dear life. Something had attacked its tail. It remembered how it swung around sinking claws and teeth into the warm flesh, but how it got to be hurtling through the night attached to the attacker it wasn't sure. With another cry, it sunk the claws in further, to hold on against falling from the jarring motions.

*****

 Ranma just kept running, the claws biting heavily into his leg and the fur brushing against him bringing memories of the pit back, the smell of fish, the sounds of the cats, the teeth and claws.

 He never saw what tripped him.

*****

 Konatsu hung upside down from the roof of the stairway looking in at the strange woman Ukyo had brought home. He listened in on Ukyo talking about her life with Ranma, as the two women sat at a table, eating okonomiyaki that Ukyo had no doubt whipped up.

 Bu divided her attention between Ukyo and the presence she felt from across the room. She'd been hunted for a long time, and wasn't going to give away an advantage like surprise, if she didn't have to. Besides, she could smell the watchers perfume from here. She would have to get the brand.

*****

 Ranma awoke, pulling his throbbing head from the concrete wall it was embedded in. Remembering what had happened he jump to his feet, eyes wildly looking for the feline menace. Calming himself down, he rubbed at his head, checking his surroundings. The empty street was eerily quite as he stood in darkness, the street light above him was not lit, and the next was only flickering ineffectively. Behind him, past a nice lawn, him was an old stone building, the lights inside out but for one over the front double doors. A large clock face on the front above the doors showed the time, Quarter to Four.

 "Great, less than 2 hours to get thirty six more shots. Gimme a break."

 The Kami smiled for Ranma, and for the first time in years the flickering streetlight caught and illuminated the sign nearby it, before the bulb blew for it's final time.  It was on for more than long enough for the now smiling pigtailed boy.

 'St. Hebereke Girls School Boarding Dormitory.'

 "Hotcha!"

*****

 Bu had felt Konatsu's presence recede about an hour before but was content to let Ukyo vent the last of her story. She held the girl, letting her sob into her shoulder, reaching out with her mind gently, to open the paths of trust with the girl. She smiled as she found the doors fully open, emotions made it so easy to unlock the mind.

 "Ucchan, I have an idea."

 Ukyo Kuonji was more than a little surprised when the woman she had just told her life story to kissed her. She almost wanted to succumb, just to feel loved. But when the icy lances of pain pierced her mind it was too late to make any choice as she was herded and imprisoned within the back of her own mind by the new presence.

 As Bu's body slumped to the floor, Ukyo's face lost it's panicked and fearful expression. Her hands ran down her form as a dark smile grew on her face. "Very nice. Pity it's only a temp, after all, a handsome male and beautiful woman in one body, that would be a crime to ignore."
 
 The soul of Ukyo Kuonji screamed in her prison as her mind was slowly picked through for information on Ranma Saotome.

******

 Ranma was having a wonderful time, slowly opening the covers on the sleeping forms and peeking in, like looking for some special prize, before taking the shot and moving to the next room. He had even found a couple more examples of lingerie that he'd have to consider buying for Akane.

He had only three shots to go when he heard the sound in the bathroom. Sneaking a peek inside the darkened shower room he saw the source.

 Four boys, two holding a ladder, one halfway up and the fourth on the top working in an open exhaust fan. The camera being passed up gave away their intended handy work. He gave a grin as his eyes flashed.

Slipping down the hall he found a convenient flower vase. Slipping into the first room, careful not to wake the occupant he dug out a pair of the girl's pyjamas.

 A quick sex and clothes change latter Ranma-chan stepped beside the occupied bed, gently covering the mouth of the sleeping girl and shaking her awake with the other hand. The dark haired girl shot awake in panic before calming, seeing the other girl 'shushing' her.

 Ranma put on her best 'scared' face, before whispering to the girl. "There are boys in the shower."  The girl's eyes flared wide before narrowing in 'kill pervert mode'. The pair moved from bedroom to bedroom gathering more and more girls and a variety of brooms, sticks and bats.

*****

 Hikaru Gosunkugi connected the audio cable across from the video camera to the recorder, acutely aware of the unstable ladder holding him over eight feet in the air. His thoughts returned to why he let his cousin convince him of this dumb idea. He was sure any second one of the two fools below him would let the ladder go, he'd come crashing down with all this expensive equipment and every girl would awake and come charging in here, then no doubt Akane would hear about it and think he was a pervert.

 "Hurry up, Hikaru." The harsh whisper of Jiro Gosunkugi was louder than he intended, the frustration of being here longer than his brilliant original schedule allowed for getting to him.

 Hikaru just ignored him in favour of continuing his work, he hadn't even set the camera focus yet. Now that he had plugged in the....

 *ting... tingting*

Hikaru suddenly found himself hanging to the roof for dear life as the ladder shook beneath him, the two boys holding it trying to steady it again after bumping it. They had been startled by a tinkling sound, which had emanated from one of the shower stalls.

The tossed coin gave the girls more than enough surprise advantage.

 The lights turning on, blinding the boys for a moment before they saw the hoard of broom armed girls in pyjamas, robes and nighties already half in the room and more coming in. A war cry of "PERVERTS" reverberating in the tiled room.

 The ladder fell, leaving Hikaru hanging by his weak grip from the roof, as the hoard set upon his fellow trespassers. Just as his grip gave out, he spotted the laughing red head outside the doorway.

******

 Ranma-chan ran through the streets towards the Dojo. She figured she had half an hour before dawn which meant she'd have to photo the only three girls she knew exactly where she'd find asleep, well aside from psychos, Amazon wives and dumped fiancees.

 Jumping straight to the roof, she once again slipped silently into Nabiki's room. A little confidence illuminated that there were no traps set this time, but he was still cautious as he approached the bed. It wasn't until she drew back the covers and saw them again that she remembered Nabiki was wearing pyjamas, and therefore not a potential model.

 A dark grin crossed her face as she poked the sleep pressure point on Nabiki's back, sending Nabiki into a far deeper sleep, before she rolled her over and began to unbutton the shirt.

******

 Ukyo's eyes flashed with a red glow as she watched the pre-dawn through the shop window. Picking up the phone she dialled a number from memory.

 The phone rang several times before a tired yawning voice answered. "Hello."

 "It's Bu."

 The voice was suddenly a lot more cheerful and alert. "Hey, hey Boss. New voice?"

 "Shut up, get everyone you can, I want back up."

 "Problem?"

 "Martial artists and even a damned Chinese Elder. Tell Arcus and Minari I have some special dishes for them. I want everyone to come to a restaurant in Nerima, just up from..."

******

 *Click*

 Ranma-chan smiled before reaching for the blankets to recover her model. It had been a hard choice between the sheer blue negligee and the thicker green one, but in the end the blue had won. She was just stepping back when she noticed exactly how alike Akane and Nabiki's bodies where, the only difference being Akane had much more muscle tone. Otherwise he wouldn't be able to tell the difference on just on the body.

 The perverted smile returned again.

******

 Fifi darted off the bed, the chiming of the cute little bell on her collar drowned out by the ringing phone. Fifi's master sat up but didn't remove the blue, fir trimmed, blindfold as one hand started smacking around the bedside table for the phone.

 "Hello."

 "Mr Bosabosa sir, it's Tanko sir."

 The man spoke in a quite voice that lacked what little power it normally had, with his tiredness.  "What does her majesty want now?"

 "Ah no sir, you wanted to be notified the moment we found Ms Shishimi's assailant from yesterday. We found him."

 Sitting up straighter, Bri Bosabosa left the blindfold in place, besides it matched his pyjamas. "Don't tell Sakura, she'll never do the photo shoot this morning once she finds out."

 "Ah, yes sir."

 "Now how did you find him so quickly and what does he do."

 "Ah yes sir, we matched his picture to a photo in a newspaper. He is a martial arts student in Nerima ward, name of Ranma Saotome...."

******

 Ranma-chan dug through the drawers again in search of some other sleep wear for her model, consciously aware of the growing light outside. Without the faces on these photo's, Happi shouldn't know the difference, each of the last photo's having a different pose and clothes on the sleeping model, Nabiki.

 She looked at the naked form on the bed and was tempted to take a photo of her sleeping naked as the third, but how would she like it if someone had pictures of her naked....

 *Click*

 Turning to leave, the suns rays entered the room. One beam reflected off a gold metal frame on the bookcase, back to his eyes. Looking closer, the red head pulled down a framed photo Nabiki had taken months ago when she had convinced Akane to transfer the engagement to her. Nabiki was wearing a blue jumper and leaning over Ranma's back, in a cute, almost intimate, scene.

 Looking back at the sleeping girl he put the picture frame down on the desk.

 "This one is for me."

(To be continued)

 I, as the author would just like to say I do not condone any perverted acts out side of a consensual relationship. Any perverted acts I use in Kodak Moments are only used for their amusement value to the story. All peeping acts are a major invasion of privacy. I hope any person who wilfully commits any act of sexual assault or invasion of privacy, no matter how minor they may seem, are caught and persecuted to the full extent of their countries laws.

 Final thanks to my proofreader: Ray De Vore

 Thank you for reading.
 
 Trent O'Donoghue

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