Warcraft Concept
By Ozzallos

Ranma Saotome, heir to the Anything Goes School of Martial Arts stared at the bed before him in dismay. It wasn't the bed that was creating the dismay, nor was it the fact that it was nabiki's bed, though this fact was disturbing enough. Rather, it was what lay upon the bed. The pigtailed martial artist eyed the bed again before casting turning baleful look back upon Nabiki to his right, who in turn dismissed his glare with cool amusement.

"You gotta be kidding me."

"Time is money, Saotome," The mercenary's smirk faded slightly. "Or do I have to remind you that you're the one who chose the terms of payment?"

The martial artist's resolve faltered slightly and turned back to the bed. As horrible as it seemed, she was right. He had chosen the terms and he'd keep his word. It was either this or pay up the full balance of the loan; money he wasn't going to see anytime soon. He picked up the first component of the two piece lying on the bed; a bodice comprised of nearly black leather and gold metal banding that twisted through intricate designs. A quick glance at the remaining piece revealed a thong comprised of similar material and design while a pair of ordinate leather and metal bracers lay off to the side.

Ranma's cheek twitched.

"Picked this number up at a discount store," nabiki continued, prempting her maybe future brother in laws objections. "Apparently there's a growing segment of your fan base that wants to see the bad girl in you."

"My fanbase?" The Saotome blinked at the patronizing smile growing on Nabiki's face before turning back to the costumne with a dour expression. "And where do you get this stuff anyway?"

"Novelty store on the other side of town," She shrugged, pulling a camera from a desk drawer in the corner of her room. "Got it on special because its said to be cursed."

"You're joking."

"Thought you would appreciate that," She smiled. The girl hefted a black camera bag from a nearby dresser and turned for the bedroom door. "Two rolls in the dojo. I'd hurry if you want to be done before the rest of the family comes home."

The thought forced an icy chill through the martial artist. His father's incessant bitching would be bad enough. Akane's righteous indignation would be even worse. Ranma watched the sister leave with a sour look on his face before turning back to his newest nemesis, the steal and leather bodice two piece lying upon the bed.

Click-click-click!

Nabiki frowned as her Nikon dutifully snapped a trio of pictures that were worth neither her time nor money. Ranma posed before her through the view finder without enthusiasm, and what was supposed to be a photo shoot of a red headed hottie was rapidly turning into an exercise in futility. Maybe if I got her from this angle…

Click!

"Dammit, Saotome," Nabiki lowered the camera in cool frustration. "You look like a manikin."

"Guess I'm just not photogenic." The blue eyed, leather clad redhead stared impassively back at her.

"You're not even trying," The ice queen of Furikan considered her blandly. It was true, too. The martial artist born a boy had been blessed with the body of a bombshell and even her diminutive stature didn't detract from the fact that she was perfectly proportioned. Ranma's curse was even a point of considerable jealousy among half of the female student body. Hell, even the guys that know she's a he can't help but to turn an eye…

Click! Click!

Now if I can only get her to play the dominatrix she's dressed as, nabiki frowned as Ranma continued to pose with a complete lack of enthusiasm. Wait a minute… A pernicious grin lit her psyche as she turned a despondent expression upon Ranma. "Look… Nevermind. I'll just make do with what I've got."

"Huh? Wait, dontcha still have film left?" The bustier clad redhead paused, watching as the middle tendo curiously lowered the camera and unclicp the flash.

"Sure, three rolls," The sister commented without enthusiasm. "But what's the point if that's the best you can do?"

"The best I can…?" Ranma Saotome's mind mad a series of rapid and unlikely connections as she processed the wording. Anybody else would have more than likely jumped at the chance to be released from photo purgatory… Everybody but Ranma, who perceived the intended slight with absolute clarity. That last roll of film was most certainly not the best she was capable and Ranma was the best, end of that story.

"Hey! Wait!"

It was all Nabiki could do to keep the chestier cat's grin off her face as she looked back up at Ranma innocently. "Hmmm?"

"Put that thing back together!" The redhead leaned back against the dojo wall in a pose that would have been provocative in normal clothing, let alone what she was wearing now.

Golden, Nabiki cheered, but made a show of hesitancy. "Look, I'm not sure…"

"Come on, Nabs," Ranma rushed. "Gotta finish that film off before the family comes home."

"Well, if you think we can pull it off…" The martial artist nodded furiously, then settled back into her pose, posturing at just the right angle to show off her every curve. Nabiki nodded, as if buying into Ranma's new found confidence. "Okay then. Fierce. I need you to look fierce."

Ranma's expression melted from cute to smoldering in seconds.

"Better," Nabiki dropped the calculated compliment and was instantly rewarded by the slightest show of annoyance from her subject. It was gone so fast that only the super observant would have noticed it, and she triggered the shutter, firing off a three frame burst. 'Better, but not good enough,' was Nabiki's unspoken missive and it was a challenge Ranma rose to answered readily, flowing into her next pose. "Out with the leg more… Good, good…"

Click!-click-click!

Half of Nabiki wondered just how her future brother in law, man among men was so damn proficient as a model. Half of her simply didn't care. Ranma took another pose, pushing her ample chest out toward the lens. Money, money, money! The mantra echoed as she focused in the next shot. Anything goes school of martial arts modeling, probably, she snickered and triggered the camera.

"Nice. Keep it up…" The Tendo dropped her compliments like breadcrumbs and Ranma greedily snapped up the praise, redoubling her efforts. "Chest out like this."

Ranma complied with a sultry, snarling look and nabiki went to rapid fire, triggering the shutter as fast as the mechanism would allow. More posing. Unload, reset, reload. The middle Tendo burned through the next roll as if it were on fire. Pose, focus—

Flash!

Ranma froze, blinking. Nabiki likewise paused, looking at her camera curiously. "Did you just see…?"

"Yeah, that freaky pink flash," Ranma confirmed, studying the camera. "Camera broke?"

"Hmmf, not likely," She disconnected the bulky black cube housing the flash, flipped a small switch, then replaced it back onto the camera chassis. "I paid good money for—"

Flash!

Nabiki was whirled around, this time looking for the source that obviously hadn't come from the unit in her hands. She hadn't even connected it yet. So where the hell had the light come…from? Her eyes locked onto the floor at Ranma's feet, who was also looking around for the source. "What… the… hell?"

Blue eyes flicked from her to the focus of the Tendo's attention, only to stare incredulously at the floor around him. A glowing pink circle nearly a meter was now inscribed around her, pulsing with foreign symbology and other interlocking circles.

"Uh… Nabs…?"

"Saotome… Something is telling me you should get out of that…" Nabiki backed off a couple steps, staring. Then she emphasized, "Slowly."

"Ya think?" Ranma retorted dryly, but took the advice, gingerly lifting a foot for an immediate exit. The circle responded by growing brightly. "Oh shit…"

"What?" the middle sister mouthed, then watched as the symbols suddenly levitate from the floor into a swirling storm around her model. An edge of panic crept into her voice. "Ranma, forget the slowly part of that…"

"I ain't feelin' right…" The martial artist wavered, dropping her single foot in order to balance herself. "I think I'm gonna—"

Flash!

Nabiki scrubbed her eyes clear of the brightest pink flash to that point, only to repeat Ranma's exact words.

"Oh shit."

Ranma and the pink circles were gone.


Crapspace notes
Dammit, sorry about the double alerts. Wasn't supposed to purge it. That aside, Ranma as a Succubus. Everybody has to have one of those fics, right? this one was pretty straight forward... Ranma gets teh summons- actually multiple summons -by either a cute gnomelock or deadlock and feature incremental changes in personality each time she manages a dismissal back to nerima. What? Are those angry villagers crossing the internet superhighway with torches and pitchforks? Meh, Screw em. MORE LIGHTNING, Igor! Mwahahahah!