Anime/Manga Fan Fiction >> Ranma ½
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The Sixth Club
By Tail Kinker
Ranma 1/2 is owned by Rumiko Takahashi, Shonen Sunday
Comics, Viz Video, and a bunch of other people who are not
me. Use of the associated characters is done without their
permission. Please don’t sue me.
Costuming by BurgerBill
Casting by ChaosBurnFlame
Stunts by Kitsy
Nabiki almost smiled as she stared up at the little
"Found you, you little
She pulled out a pair of wire-cutters, and reached
behind the camera. A single click, and the view went
The First Club:
"I tell you, it’s uncanny. The girl has
a talent for avoiding me, it seems."
"Come on, Nabiki." Mayuko Yanagi was the
editor-in-chief for the school’s 1995 Yearbook.
"How hard can it be for you to get a shot of the
"You don’t understand." Nabiki
flipped open her binder. "Look. Not even school photos.
Which means no mug shot for the student
"That is odd." Mayuko frowned. "Was
she sick that day?"
"No idea. No excuse was given."
"And every time I go somewhere she’s
supposed to be - you know she’s in the school
"I’d heard that."
"But I’ve never seen her at a
meeting." Nabiki paused long enough to tear into her
bento. "What’s worse, I’m supposed to be
head of the photography department, and she’s in that
department. Should make it doubly easy to get a shot of her.
But whenever she’s around, I never have a
"It’s like she’s got a sixth sense
where cameras are involved." Nabiki sighed. "I
just don’t see what I can do about
"I can ask someone else to get the
"No." Nabiki shook her head. "This
is a matter of pride."
* * * * *
Takudo Kiyomi, third-year student at Fuurinkan High
School, whirled about, pulling her books tight against her
"Sorry!" Sugita raised his hands
defensively. "Didn’t mean to startle
"It’s okay, I guess."
Kiyomi’s voice was hesitant and quiet.
"Listen, Nabiki told me she need you to get
ahold of her. It’s for the yearbook, and very
"Okay, thank you."
"She stressed important." Sugita shrugged
helplessly. "There’s not a single picture of you
in the yearbook."
"I’ll talk to her." Kiyomi smiled
shyly. "I’m not very photogenic."
"You’re in the yearbook club, and you
don’t know what photogenic means?"
"I’m not in the yearbook club; Nabs just
gets me to run messages for her."
"And doesn’t like it when you call her
Kiyomi smiled weakly. "She chewed me out once
"Well...message delivered." Sugita
shrugged again. "It’s not my fault if you ignore
"You’re probably right."
* * * * *
"You’re sure this is
Nabiki smirked. "Heard about my reputation,
have you?" She gestured Hiroji closer. "First of
all, we aren’t getting anything restricted, like
financial history or criminal records. We just want vital
She logged onto the computer and started some
programs. "Let’s use Takudo Kiyomi as an example.
Since we still have nothing on her for the yearbook."
She entered the name, and the computer on the other end of
the link spat back the information. "Born on the fifth
of February, 1977. Father is dead, mother works as a nurse.
We don’t really need that. Contact info and such, we
don’t need either, unless you want to try interviewing
"Might be a plan."
"Okay, grab a pen. I’ll get her phone
number and address...You know, it’d probably be easier
just to ambush her in the school halls."
Hiroji jotted down Kiyomi’s contact
information. "Probably, but why not try it this
Nabiki shrugged. "Fine." Something caught
her attention. "Looks like someone else is interested
"What do you mean?"
"The file has been queried recently." She
tapped the screen. "Wonder who it was?"
The Second Club:
"Where’s the profit in this for you,
"Don’t call me that." Nabiki
adjusted the candy-striper uniform, then pulled out her cap
and began trying to force it into something resembling its
"I just don’t understand why you’d
volunteer. Volunteering, by definition, does not include
Nabiki turned sharply. "Look, Urako. This goes
no further than you or I. Specifically, that flake Kiyomi
and my clueless brother-in-law must not hear it,
"Okay. I promise."
Nabiki sighed. "I don’t volunteer
because I expect anything in return. Really, I enjoy helping
"This is why you gouge them for as much as you
"Family comes first. With Daddy being so damn
useless, I have to do something to bring in the
"Fair enough." Urako chuckled.
"Nabiki, the do-gooder. Who woulda
"Well, there’s lots you don’t know
about me." Nabiki turned back to the mirror, and pulled
the cap onto her head.
"Really. I heard you were in the Girl
"Also true. You wouldn’t believe the
contacts you can make there."
"Fair again." Urako smirked. "You
know that Takudo came around the Volunteers’ Club? She
said she might want to volunteer in an elderly-care
"She’s a flake. I wouldn’t trust
her to look after a hamster, let alone an
* * * * *
"It’s getting late, Arato-san. You have
to go back to your room now."
"Oh, fiddlesticks." The old woman pushed
her wheelchair away from the computer. "You know, I
never would have guessed that this device would be so easy
to learn. They seem so complex."
"Yes, but they’ve come a long way over
the years." Kiyomi smiled hesitantly. "And you are
quite intelligent, Arato-san."
"You’re just trying to flatter an old
woman." Arato-san yawned. "Still...it’s
probably a good time for a break...my eyes tend to hurt if I
stare at the screen too long. But it’s so nice--I got
a language course off the Internet yesterday. I’m
learning English, believe it or not." She switched to
broken and thickly accented English. "<My learn
English fast, soon be able speak good.>"
In unaccented and flawless English, Kiyomi replied,
"<I have no doubt. You’re getting better every
"Ah!" The old woman shook her head.
"I’m not that good yet, I’m afraid. You
seem to have a talent for the language."
Kiyomi blushed, and ran a hand through her long
hair. "I always did well in English
"Well, it’s always a pleasure to see
you. Pity you can’t turn up till seven
Once the old woman was safely back into her room,
Kiyomi stole back to the computer. The machine had been left
unattended for the last half hour, and was still connected
to the Internet. Kiyomi opened a new Email
>Subject: I know why you volunteer...
Did you know that all of the drugs in the hospital
are counted by computer? Even the smallest amount of aspirin
that goes missing is immediately tracked. But I know where
the logs are kept. And for one hundred thousand yen, those
logs just might get deleted...
The Third Club:
"I can’t believe that she’s tried
to blackmail me!"
Shoko smirked. "What’s the matter with
that? I thought that blackmail was a standard business
practise for you."
"Ha ha." Nabiki pushed through the
cafeteria doors. "Very funny. All rise."
It pleased her that she could command the Financial
Club as though she were Empress or something. The entire
room snapped to attention, and bowed. She seated herself at
the head of the table, and waved a hand. "Please, be
Fujita-sensei had long ago abandoned the Financial
Club to Nabiki’s tender mercies. No teacher
supervision meant no controls on their actions, which meant
that the Financial Club had actually managed to pay all
student-related costs--dances, sports teams and the
like--and even put a good-sized amount of money towards the
hiring of a new Physics teacher. Of course, the means that
the Financial Club often employed only rarely fell into the
category of ’ethical business
"Okay, first thing on the agenda for today:
Sales of Tendo Akane merchandise have fallen recently, no
doubt due to the fact that she and Ranma have officially
announced that they will be tying the knot next year. On the
other hand, there are still more than enough stupid people
out there that don’t seem to realize that Ranma and
’Ranko’ are the same person."
One of the junior members raised his hand.
"Can we maybe compensate for that by getting some nude
pics of Akane?"
Nabiki narrowed her eyes. "That’s my
sister you’re talking about. I don’t mind
selling cheesecake photos of her--heck, she doesn’t
mind either--but real nudes?" She shook her head.
"I think not."
"What if she agrees?"
Nabiki raised an eyebrow. "You going to ask
"Uhhh...Maybe we can fake some
"Even if you did, the answer is no. I
won’t betray my sister that way."
Another member spoke up. "What about your
* * * * *
Liquid freon was much easier to get ahold of than
most people suspected, and it took only a small amount
poured into the lock to render it fragile. A single tap from
a small ball-peen hammer cracked the cylinder, and the door
Kiyomi stepped into the bedroom, and quickly
started setting up cameras. They were tiny wireless devices,
nearly invisible against the pattern of the bedroom’s
wallpaper. She paused as she placed the second camera; near
where she wanted to place it, there was already a
She glanced around, then quickly disabled the
A few snapshots managed to find their way into her
pockets, but she did not find what she sought within
"Probably on the computer."
It took her a mere three minutes to crack the
encryption on the computer, and she was busily transferring
files when the knock sounded on the bedroom door.
"Yo, Nabiki. You in there?"
Kiyomi stood up, and started glancing around the
"Hey, this lock is bust." The door swung
open, and Ranma stepped in. She was wearing only her boxers,
and was towelling her hair. Her legs and breasts still
glistened with bathwater. "Nabs, what the heck
She paused, as she got her first look at the
intruder. The girl wore large wire-rimmed glasses, and had
very long black hair, reaching nearly to the floor. She held
a small binder tight across her chest.
"Who the heck are you?"
"Umm...Nabiki sent me to get this
"Really?" She glanced back at the door.
"She didn’t give you a key, huh? And you hadda
break the lock, because she needed the binder real bad? So
bad that you had time to play with her
Kiyomi stepped forward quickly. "Please
don’t tell anyone I was here. I’ll leave the
binder...and I’ll do anything you ask."
Her expression shifted, becoming crafty.
"Anything at all." She raised one hand, and cupped
"What are you--"
"Hush. We don’t want anyone else to
hear, do we?" Kiyomi tweaked a nipple, causing Ranma to
gasp. "But we should probably go to your room, so
we’re not interrupted." She tilted her head.
"Trust me...I know how to make a woman feel
Visions of mallets aimed directly at his skull
filled Ranma’s mind before it shut down in an attempt
to save itself. "I didn’t see nothin’. Get
outta here!" Ranma turned and bolted from the
Kiyomi chuckled. "So
* * * * *
"Pursuant to your suggestion of two days ago,
Miyoko: I can get the pictures easily enough. The only
problem is convincing Ranma that it’s really in his
"How will you manage that?"
Nabiki smirked. "I can’t tell you that;
I’d be giving up trade secrets. Don’t worry.
We’ll get the pics easily enough."
"All right, Nabs. You’re the
"Don’t call me that. And yes, I
am." She snapped her binder shut and stood. "This
meeting is adjourned. Good work, everyone, and we’ll
see you on Monday."
As the students filed out, one approached Nabiki.
"You seemed kind of out of it today,
"Someone broke into my room."
"Yeah." Nabiki held up the binder.
"And they got a good look at this." She shook her
head. "There’s lots of things in here that could
get me burned, you know?"
Nabiki glanced around, then leaned in close.
"In here are all my financial records. Including where
my money has been invested. Plus the names of people that
owe me money. Plus..." She glanced around again.
"Gosunkugi got some nude shots of me, but I got the
negatives away from him. He didn’t put up much of a
"You beat up Gosunkugi?"
"Kasumi could beat him up." Nabiki
smirked. "I normally keep ’em in here. Luckily,
they weren’t in here when whoever it was stole
"Believe it or not." Nabiki shook her
head. "Why someone would want to look at me
"You’re quite well built,
"Thanks, Tomoe. I’d rather not be leered
at, if it’s all the same to you."
"Maybe it was that Kiyomi girl you’ve
been complaining about." Tomoe leaned a little closer.
"I’ve heard that she’s a hentai...she likes
girls. Know what I mean?"
Nabiki shuddered. "I hope not."
Tomoe giggled, and she and Nabiki walked out of the
cafeteria, leaving it empty behind them.
The Fourth Club:
>Subject: Tendo Nabiki
The pics of Nabiki in her bikini were well received.
Your ability at gathering such has been proven, including
break-and-enter and computer data theft. I am willing to
offer you a substantial monetary reward for nude pictures of
Nabiki. Remove ’NOSPAM’ to reply.
Kiyomi grinned. Now this would prove to be a
* * * * *
"I still can’t believe you’d just
let her wander off with my ledger, Ranma."
"What was I supposed to do? She grabbed my
boob, for cryin’ out loud."
"Wimp." Nabiki tossed her jacket across
her desk’s chair. "You could have stopped her.
From groping you, that is. Unless she was a martial artist
Ranma shook his head. "No, I woulda sensed
"I’m sure you would." She started
unbuttoning her shirt. "If there’s one thing you
know, it’s martial arts. It’s the only thing you
"Hey!" Ranma suddenly realized that
Nabiki was in the process of disrobing, and bolted for the
"Hold on." Nabiki sighed. "I need
you in here for this."
"No, you don’t."
"Just look the other way, will
"Fine." Ranma turned and walked across
the room, and stared out the window.
Nabiki sighed, and finished unbuttoning her shirt.
"For pity’s sake, you’ve seen enough female
flesh already. What with the curse." She paused, and
stared up at one corner. "Dammit." She reached
over, grabbed her umbrella, and savagely stabbed at the
camera in the corner. It exploded in a shower of plastic and
"I’ll clean that up
"Why do you need me here,
"I need more pictures."
"What!?" Ranma started to turn, then
remembered why he should not. "Look, we just did a
swimsuit series recently. And before that was a fresh series
of chemise-and-panties, and if my commission was anything to
judge by, that sold for a lot. Why do we need
"Oh, come on. It’s for a good
"’Cause I need a hundred thousand
The sound of a metal buckle hitting the floor, and
the bedsprings creaked; her skirt was off, and she was now
removing her panties. Ranma rolled his eyes. "You do
this just to torment me?"
"Seriously: What good cause is
"Trust me, it’s something you’ll
love. Right up your alley."
"Look, it’s only going to be twelve
exposures, and only one of those will be used. The pay is
fifty thousand yen."
"For one pic?"
"Yep. And it’s not even something
you’ll be embarrassed by; after all, you often run
around her in your girl form wearing even
He sighed. "What would I be
"Exactly what I’m wearing right now. You
can turn around now."
He did, and his eyes widened. He raised his hands
"Oh, no. No way. No way in
* * * * *
Kiyomi peeked into the room. "This the Scout
"Yes." The woman--a short, rather pudgy
lady dressed in a Scout Master’s uniform--smiled
broadly. "Are you interested in
"I might be." She glanced around the
room. "Is this the entire club?"
"No, there are several members not present
"Someone said you’d have a camping trip
The Scout Master nodded. "A week in Hokkaido,
at the beginning of the rainy season."
"And we’ll be roughing
"Oh, yes. Four girls to a tent, and no cable
She glanced around. "Is there a girl named
Fujita Tomoe here?"
"Yes, right over there."
Kiyomi followed the Scout Master’s finger.
"Thanks...I need to talk to her."
The Fifth Club:
"That’s good. Turn to the left, Ranma,
and put your foot up on...Perfect!"
"Grab that thing there. Put it between your
legs. No, closer to your belly...Good."
"One more. Grab that box and smile wide for
"Great." Nabiki walked over to the desk
and started rewinding the film. "I’ll get these
out to Hiroshi for processing."
"You’re not gonna just take it to a
"Heck no." Nabiki smirked. "They
might just disappear, or get damaged, or otherwise
delayed...I’d rather take them to someone I trust. And
Hiroshi’s got unlimited access to the school’s
dark room, since he’s part of the Press
"Aren’t you also in the Press
She sighed. "Yes. You know
"So why not develop ’em
"I don’t like the smell of the
developing chemicals." She glanced over her shoulder,
then quickly turned back. "For pity’s sake, put
"Anyway. I also don’t want to abuse my
privileges as part of the Press Club. It’s easily my
"Fair enough." Ranma spun the desk chair
around and dropped into it. She adjusted the terrycloth
bathrobe in an attempt at keeping it decent. "Anything
"No, I don’t think so."
Ranma grinned. "You got any more
Nabiki paused. "Why?"
"I wanna do a photo shoot of
Nabiki shook her head. "No, Ranma. That has
never been part of our contract, and you know
"I know. But turnabout’s fair play,
Nabiki smiled. "You want me to wear what you
were wearing, right?"
"I dunno about that..."
"Nabs, c’mon. I bet nobody even knows
you have that thing, right? It’s too small for you to
"I know, but..."
"You afraid someone’s gonna see
"Well..." Nabiki indicated the corner
over her bed. "You remember the camera I busted up
"I’ve found three in here so far. All of
them seem to connect to the Internet. There are very fine,
almost hairlike wires that carry the information back to the
telephone junction box." She sighed. "And who
knows how many of those little boxes exist? For all I know,
there could be hundreds of nude pics of me on the Internet
"So if someone’s breaking into my room
and planting cameras over my bed--remember I change while
sitting on the bed, right?" Nabiki shuddered.
"It’s seriously weirding me out."
Ranma smirked. "So all the more reason."
He pointed across at the bed, and the article of apparel
sitting on the duvet. "See if you’ll fit into
"Do it, or I’m done with
Nabiki bit her lip. "Fine. Turn around so I
* * * * *
"I’ll take these ones,
"Thanks." Hiroshi tossed Kiyomi the rolls
of film. "I’m out of here; talk to you
Kiyomi watched him leave, then smirked. A
handkerchief went around her face, covering her nose, and
she slipped into the darkroom.
* * * * *
"Hey, Nabiki." Ranma pushed open the
door. "Got those prints yet?"
"Yes, Hiroshi brought them to me earlier
today." Nabiki waved a sheaf of pictures. "Here.
You can pick the best ones from your set and
"From both?" Ranma looked up in
"Yeah...might as well try getting money for
"But..." Ranma glanced down at the
photos. "You *never* sell pictures of
"These ones..." Nabiki blushed.
"These ones are special."
The Sixth Club:
>Subject: Tendo Nabiki
I’ve scanned and attached the pictures,
encrypted. Awaiting payment, and I’ll give you the
password to decrypt them.
The computer pinged, and Kiyomi noted with
satisfaction that the required funds had reached her PayPal
She glanced up at the security camera in the
library, then down at the computer. And smiled.
The traceroute program pinned down her anonymous
contact’s physical location, as well as finally
deciphering the means by which he’d been breaking into
the school’s security system. She still didn’t
know who was planting cameras, but those cameras used the
same means of communication.
"You’re toast, pal." She stood up
and turned to face the camera. "Yes, you. The one
who’s been watching me all this time, been watching
everyone in Nerima. You, on the other end of this computer
The long hair and the glasses came off. Nabiki
tossed the whole assembly onto the desk, and
"Not only have you paid thirty thousand yen
for these photos, but you’ll discover, if you ever
break the passwords, that they’re photos of me in my
Scout uniform. I had to be careful which cameras I broke, to
make sure you could still see what I wanted you to see. I
had to make sure you’d believe it was a nude photo
shoot, not pics for the cover of the Girl Scout
"I’ve played both myself and Kiyomi for
quite some time; I knew I’d find a use for all that
hair Ranma shed during the Dragon’s Whisker incident.
So far, you’re the only one who knows the truth."
She grinned wickedly. "And you’re in North
America, and soon to be incommunicado."
She tapped a key, launching a spread of viruses
towards their target. And just before the link went dead,
she was heard to say, "I’m glad I let Akane talk
me into the Drama Club last year."
I’ve had an idea for a fic on the back burner
for a while, but I needed some help from my friends to pull
it off. Their names are in the credits at the beginning of
the story, and I think this would have been a much sadder
fic without them.
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