---Special Note--- The Kuno idea was taken from RIFT120 at the Delphi fanfic forum. It was a great idea...I hope you don't mind I used it (^_^); ---Authors' Notes--- Suekeiichi Kaiton This wasn't originally supposed to be a lemon, it was originally lime but I guess most people construe the first draft to be lemony. Oh well, nothing I can do about that. The original concept was only Ranma as a male prostitute in China and how it would effect his life, kind of an Altaverse thing, I don't know how it turned into a Sailor Moon crossover. Well, now that I got the ball rolling, may as well play out the rest of the story - this will probably degenerate into mindless sex now that the label has been applied with help from Eric. Expect this to become a lot like a lemon version of Chi's '1/2 A Neko Moon' only without the catgirls. If Eric and I really get rolling this could become a megacrossover. On a lesser note: Ranma is five years older in his fic to make it more plausible (i.e. Ranma-21, Kasumi-18). Eric Freedman Damn second billing! Anyway, I'm kinda getting sick of writing these Sailor Moon lemons where Ranma does nothing but boff every senshi repeatedly, but hey, that's just the way Kaiton writes. He agreed to let me write a yaoi section this time, some changes of pace I guess. Getting on with it this here's a big fat lemon in every sense of the word. Read it and weep mortals! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ah, ah, aha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!! Burn in the fires of lemony goodness!!!!! (Kaiton sweatdrops) ---Title--- 1/2 Moon: Chapter 7 Being the first part of the '1/2' saga By Dr. Suekeiichi Kaiton (Head writer, grammatical correction) And Eric Freedman (Lemon section writer, lazy layabout) ---Recap--- Genma took Ranma to China at an early age, about ten or eleven. This was partially for martial arts training and partially his latent homosexual urges that needed to be kept secret from Nodoka (really sharp steel). He lost Ranma in the wilderness and was captured for petty larceny, Ranma was subsequently taken in by a Madame Gao and trained in the pleasuring arts. Now twenty-one, he had returned to Japan a master of ki manipulation, able to turn his lustful feelings into a potent energy source (ki). After being hired by Chisato Mizuno, he has become hopelessly entangled with the destinies of the Sailor Senshi. Last time we left our heroes the Senshi's horrible engagement to Dios Spiduit was revealed and Ranma found himself in hot water (literally...well, it wasn't exactly water) at the Masaki Shrine. ---Nerima--- Rei was sitting on the toilet's sink, watching Usagi...ahem...clean herself, when Inaho walked in and let out a startled yelp. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you two were in here." She moved to leave before Rei grabbed her shoulder, leaving the future Moon Queen to sprits herself in peace. "I have to talk to you, anyway, Inaho. It's about Ranma's power." The two left the upstairs apartment in favor of the cool black leather of the waiting room. Upstairs they could faintly hear Makoto and Minako screaming at each other whilst playing 'Sailor V' on Usagi's Playstation 2. "I'm worried about Usagi." "Why? You don't think Ranma would hurt her do you?" "No, well, not intentionally. I'm just worried about the whole 'Vampire' thing. I'm scared of what mental effects it's having on her." Inaho gripped the armrests. "Are you saying you're worried that she'll turn into one of 'us'?" The last was spoken in an accusatory tone, firm aggression lurking underneath. "That's it, isn't it?" Rei's expression softened in understanding as she leaned forward and placed her hand over the vampires. "I don't mean it that way, but I'd be lying if I said no." The dark Senshi stood up and began to pace between the two couches, her slim legs accentuated by her remarkably short skirt. Inaho raised an eyebrow. "I'm been discriminated against before, but never like this." Those who insulted her were never so nice, nor were they alive afterward. "I understand your fear of us but I think you're letting superstition cloud your judgement." "You don't understand, Usagi is destined to be the new ruler of this Solar System! I'm just afraid that Ranma's 'feedings' may wear away at her resolve. We've worked too hard to make this future possible and I have no intention of standing by and letting all our work fall to ruin!" Her hand combed through her hair nervously. "I mean her breaking-up with Mamoru is divergence enough, add in this vampire Ranma seducing us all and who knows how the future's going to turn out?" Mars was at her wit's end with the possible ramifications of Usagi's actions. Inaho simply smiled knowingly and stood up, grasping Rei's shoulders and turning the luscious-looking girl to face her. "Ranma has never fed off you, has he?" "No, what does that have to do with it?" "Feeding doesn't alter the victim's memory or personality as your myths lead you to believe, it only acts as a key to unlock your true desires and thoughts." "But you just called them victims!" The pale beauty hung her head and sighed. "Fine, Rei Hino, 'participants'. Does that make you feel better?" The black-tressed girl shook her head. "At most the feeding simply lifts off the participant's inhibitions - an effect that can go on for months - conversely it will cause both to suffer through an intense orgasmic experience." Rei blushed at that. "Ranma's simply unlocked Usagi's true mind, although it may be a rube and tactless mind, and her decision would have been the same eventually. He simply sped up the process." "She was going to leave Mamoru eventually? No, that doesn't sound right!" She shook off the pale woman's hands. "Perhaps she was tired of his coldness, the constant protectiveness, maybe she wanted to break away deep down but didn't out of misguided sense of duty? You all are placing a lot of pressure on her to create Crystal Tokyo, you know." She sat the Senshi back down, knowing her speculations to be true after a talk with the blonde. "You may have a point there, I just don't want Usagi to become distracted from our mission." "Whether she becomes distracted or not is up to her, we can't dictate her life nor should we try. Usagi will live her own life, she's strong enough for it - trust me." She didn't need to tell the girl that Usagi's power frightened even her. "When Ranma returns I'll ask him to feed off you, it'll give you new insight." The young girl wandered back upstairs just as Setsuna exited the examining room, pulling on a pair of latex gloves. She was dressed in a dark wool turtle- neck sweater and a long brown skirt and stockings. The long white labcoat, too big by three sizes as it was borrowed from Ranma, hung down off her shoulders as she tightened the fingers. "Has Usagi finished washing?" "I believe so, I just saw her downstairs. What are you doing?" "I'm just checking, I want to make sure nothing is wrong - Ranma does get a bit carried away at times. Since it was her first time and he was under partial bloodlust I'm just going to see if he injured her." Inaho rolled her eyes. "You're all defensive about her, aren't you? You all are!" "What do you mean?" Behind the emerald woman she could see the open stirrups and gynecological supplies lined up neatly on the counter. "She isn't a China doll, Setsuna, she isn't going to shatter to pieces if someone jams their cock into her a little roughly. Ranma wouldn't hurt her anyway, I'm sure he checked." "You're certainly very trusting of him, aren't you?" "I wouldn't talk. One expert cunt-eating and you were all but bending over backwards for his cock." Setsuna at least had the decency to blush at that comment, even then not knowing how her control had shattered so easily. She could brush off the most handsome man on Earth without feeling a solitary tingle in her pubic hair but have Ranma stand clothed in front of her and she'd strip down and start sucking like a Thai schoolgirl. Why was that? It wasn't his vampire charisma, it wasn't his massive dual endowment, and it wasn't his sexual prowess and technique. She just felt drawn to him. Before she had further time to meditate on the subject, Usagi bounced up the stairs and into the examining room. At the moment she had bigger things to worry about. ---The future--- Setsuna glanced into the Gates of Time while jerking Ranma's dicks, checking to make sure her plans were working. Her cock-toy had wavered in her hands for a moment. Now that he was fully solid again under her fingers she resumed her pumping motions, creaming the floor underneath her and moaning in time to his shouts of encouragement. That had been one of her more brilliant ideas in her long life. After the creation of Crystal Tokyo after the Great Freeze she had continued her life of chaste solitude - and hated every moment of it, especially the cold emptiness of her bed and pussy. She longed for a suitable partner, a man strong but unfettered by Moon politics, and a mate with the equine tool she drooled for and the knowledge of how to use said endowment. Of course there were no men like that around. She had therefore corrected that grievous oversight by going back in time and affecting the timeline with Chaos magic. Chaos. The chaotic events of unpredictability ran through the corpus of Time like a vein of silver in rock. After close observation and a little manipulation she had decided that the Chaos child Ranma Saotome would be perfect and soon afterward his ghostly semi-solid apparition had appeared in her bed as soon as the first erotic impulse manifested itself in Past-Setsuna. Over the next few minutes he became more and more solid the more likely their future became. Ranma's cry brought her attention back to the two organs gripped tightly in her hands. Smiling in apology she began to jerk him faster, harder until she saw his enormous testicles clench and pull closer to his body before a forceful jet of semen shot from both simultaneously, drenching her in caucus fluid. She opened her mouth wide to catch the ejaculations - sperm was a taste she had acquired soon after his arrival - but the top phallus let fly a sustained stream of white goo over her head and into the wavering surface of the Time Gate. She was too busy chewing to notice. ---Hell, or someplace like it--- SPLURRRRTTTT!!!!!! That was all the warning she got before a torrential downpour of cum showered her body from the nozzle. She was just getting out of the shower when this started, still, not one to look a gift horse in the mouth she dutifully craned her neck up and opened her lusciously full pouting red lips, catching the next blast square down her throat, the torrent refusing to ebb. "What are you doing oneesan?" A flighty lavender-haired girl wearing a petite version of her own black jumpsuit and bat tights came into her shower room and at once noticed that the nozzle was splashing Morrigan with sperm instead of water. "Ha, ha! Neat trick! How'd you get it to work?" The red- eyed succubus turned away from the stream of thick sperm and let it cascade down her straight hair. "Lilith, dear, would you hurry and put the stopper in?" The shorter girl giggled as she phased out of her clothing and placed the rubber stopper in the bathtub, thereby ensuring that the gloriously thick and musky semen wouldn't go to waste. "That's a good girl, now why don't you join me in this shower - it's very refreshing." The girl, who looked to be eleven or twelve but was several millennia older slid next to her sister and began gobbling up the semen where it pooled atop Morrigan's generous chest. The sperm was unlike any the two had ever been privileged to dine on, the smell, copiousness and taste compounded by the sheer volume raised many questions, not the least of which was: "Where did this all come from?" "I don't know, oneesan, but it sure tastes good! And it's full of energy!" Lilith was slathered in the ejaculate and smeared it between her legs, forcing a handful of the seed between her puffy cunt lips. As a prodigious illustration of the semen's latent power Lilith grew to her adult form, resembling Morrigan eerily aside from her lighter hair. As succubus they only gained power through their sheathes, taking in the life-force of men and women through their secretions. The magic cum was so powerful that Morrigan was already powered-up by her contact with it even before consumption! "Very true, love, this is of a very rare and powerful vintage." The teal- tressed Mistress of the Night used her powers to remove the sticky yogurt from her body and produced 12 empty wine bottles. "Come here, Lilith and help oneesan bottle this, we'll dine on it later." This brew would be placed with respect on the top shelf of her Sperm-Cellar along with the samples from Dmitri Maximov, Pyron, a warrior named Divus, and Saffron. The last had been the hardest to obtain, that seneschal Kiima had watched her King like a hawk especially given his teenage hormones. But, like every female on the earthly place, she was prone to sexual exploits of her own, at the time it was a young Japanese man. That was when she struck, coming to the Demi-God in a dream under the guise of a woman named 'Spice', apparently the princess of a nearby rival clan. The fruits of that labor had been delicious, perpetually piping hot and spicy. This was in a totally different category. "Aw, can't I have a little more?" The succubus-in-training cast her mentor, lover, and older sister a heart-melting pout. It would have worked too if Morrigan had a heart. "You can have what remains after we finish, okay?" She set the last two bottles in a convenient dumbwaiter and sent them down to the basement, calling her clothing back to her, not that she was cold, rather she would need it if they were to travel to Earth in search of the source of this sperm. ---"???"--- Toltiir looked down from his stool in front of the viewscreen and started laughing before the platinum goddess rose from her facefault. "You were looking great down there, toots." "Shut up you annoying little furball or I'll curse you to live without a sense of humor." Urd watched as the Future Setsuna guzzled down sperm like a bukkake girl while Ranma ate out a new arrival in the shape of Morrigan. "How did that pasty little slut find out about Ranma? If she even gets a taste of his power she'll never leave!" "Heh, that's what you get for playing 'round with Chaos." Toltiir grinned from triangular ear to triangular ear, using his black paw to stir the silvery surface tension of the viewing pool. "You started this toots, ya gotta live with the consequences." A lightning bolt promptly turned the God into a Warner Bros.-esque pile of smoky black dust with two blinking eyes. Of course he really didn't have to put up with Urd's temper or spells, Chaos God that he was, but where was the fun in that? "I warned you about the 'toots' comment." ---Much, much later--- "Did any of you guys hear about the UFO attack a few minutes ago? I guess it appeared over Okayama, fired on a residential district and flew off...oh." Minako was hanging in the doorway to the examining room, hand curled over the frame as she balanced on one foot. Her audience wasn't listening, that's for sure. Usagi was lying prostrate on the brown leather exam table, enthusiastically urging Setsuna on as the emerald-haired woman deftly ate her out. To be sure the scene of her soon-to-be-monarch spread-eagle by a teammate was surprising, not to mention a bit disturbing. "Leave them alone, Mina, they've been going at it for the past two hours. I sure hope Mamoru has stamina." Makoto handed the other girl a muffin and the two went back upstairs to rejoin Ami, Inaho, and Rei. "Sometimes I really wonder about those two. Were they like this during the Silver Millennium?" The brown-tressed girl pulled the elastic from her ponytail and let her soft hair fall down the back of her chair. "Maybe I'll cut it short..." Mina bit into the muffin and munched pleasantly as the others occupied themselves with their video game. "Short hair? You? Since when have you paid any attention to fashion?" Ever since they met, Minako had known Makoto to always wear her hair in a practical low-maintenance cut. Apparently Ranma had changed her perceptions just a tad. "So," she said with a smug grin, "when did he do you?" "We haven't yet...not yet..." You'd have to have been a fool not to hear the longing in her voice as the brunette leaned down and let her chin rest atop her thin folded arms. "He doesn't seem to know I exist as a woman...I mean he does but he never acts like it, and I've been trying everything!" An enthusiastic shout of orgasm rippled in the air from the exam room, the pure satiated joy in the exclamation only dampening Mako's mood even more. "What about asking?" "Huh?" Minako leaned forward and wiped muffin crumbs from her mouth. "I once had a friend in England, this really tall athletic girl who never had a date until three weeks before I left. It was a shock to us all when she started talking about sex. So I asked her how she turned it all around and she told me this: 'All a girl needs to do is ask'. Sex, money, jewelry, anything." "And this really works?" Makoto asked with no small amount of suspicion. "Mmm hmm! It always worked for me!" "Maybe I will. I know he loves me...I just don't think I want to do _that_ with him yet." "Don't worry about it then!" Minako tossed her blonde mane over her shoulder and brought a thin fingertip to her moist lips. "He'll do it when you think you're ready. Just take it slow, sister." Ami was giggling demurely as she beat Carmille for the twentieth time as Rei continued to pout by the window. "I can safely say that his prowess in bed is well worth waiting for...mmm...maybe I'll join those two downstairs for a bit. See ya!" With that flippant remark the blonde was rushing down the stairs and leaving a trail of clothes in her mad dash down. Some things never change. ---Later that night--- Ranma entered the clinic doors and ushered Aeka and Sasami in quickly before closing them and locking up, with that psycho Kuno running around the city naked, god only knew what other crazy things had happened in his absence. Ryoko simply phased in through the wall and hung lazily in mid-air, looking for all intents and purposes bored with the situation. After the spectacular battle between the Ryo-Ohki and Ryu-Oh, the banal trappings of Ranma's domicile hardly excited her. She was far more interested in what Aeka would do with them in bed, she'd heard some very interesting rumors about the Juraian Twist-Knot and was looking forward to trying out the prissy princess. Ranma flipped on his desk lamp for illumination and set down all their cases, most of which were conveniently flattened by Ryoko's ship for ease in transportation. "Don't expect the Ritz, girls, this is the only place you three can stay." "I thought you said you had a huge penthouse?" Ryoko touched the vacuum- sealed loads and the extent of Aeka's extensive Jurian wardrobe jumped back among the three-dimensional. "Why are we in this run-down clinic?" "My penthouse only has three rooms, two bedrooms and a common room, all three of us can't stay there. Besides, my nurses are still here and I want to check in...I do have patients you know." The tall doctor walked around the lounge and poked his head into the examining room and was greeted to the sight of Usagi and Setsuna snuggled under sheets atop the table, satiated smiles adorning both their faces. Unless Setsuna invited the blonde, Usagi had no business in the area, which could mean that- "Who's that downstairs!?! You'd better not be stealing anything or I'll kick your ass!" Makoto. Great. "It's me." The upstairs light flipped on in quick succession with her frantic footsteps. The room was quickly illuminated in florescent yellow as a great rumbling was heard above in the apartment. "Don't start in with me, Makoto, I'm not in the mood." The brunette simply stood before him, tapping her foot impatiently with an annoyed expression pasted on her face. "What is it?" "Heh. You're 'not in the mood'? When are you not in the mood? You screwed all my best friends!!!!!" She grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him over the desk, thin fingers running sensually over the thin white shirt he wore. "Ooooh, that look of panic in your eyes is so delicious...I'd like to pluck them out." Ranma was then made quite aware of her long nails scraping lightly across his chest. "You don't really want to do that...do you Mako-chan?" Ryoko and Aeka stood by the door. Both knew about Ranma's infidelity and knew that he was going to pay the price, they agreed with the unknown senshi; he deserved everything coming to him. Sasami was too busy playing with the furry cabbit as it hid under the reception room sofa. "Oh of course I don't...I just want you to suffer a little." She brought a hand to his face and dug a nail into his skin just below the eye, drawing blood. Her other hand slid down his stomach and down to the crotch of his pants, squeezing his sizable endowment with aplomb. "Don't expect any more free lays, Ranma..." she whispered in his ear. At that point the door upstairs came crashing open and Ranma shoved her off with a simply brush of ki, setting her back on her feet. "There he is!" Rei was the first down the stairs, not surprising, and leapt onto him with a sensual viciousness that belied the chaste embrace she gave him. This was quickly followed by Ami's embrace, then Usagi's, then Setsuna's, then Minako's, then finally Makoto. Ryoko and Aeka still remained by the door, waiting to be introduced. "Ranma-oniichan! I finally caught Ryo-Ohki!" Sasami appeared from behind the couch and held up her prize, the furry bundle of energy that was Ryoko's starship. "Oh! Hello, my name is Sasami of the Planet Jurai, very nice to meet you!" She was a little frightened when none of the assembled women moved for a few moments, all frozen at the appearance of a young girl with a cat/rabbit, who looked old enough to be a certain martial-artist's love child... Setsuna was the first to react. Composing herself she smiled painfully and knelt by the nine-year old, her eyebrow twitching all the way. "H-hello little girl...err Sasami, I'm Setsuna." The little person bowed to her and looked expectantly at the rest of the disheveled group. "And these are Usagi, Makoto, Minako, Rei, and Ami." Carmilla Inaho was out feeding at the time and so was absent for the general greetings. Makoto and Minako pulled Ranma aside and whispered threateningly into his ears, their breath hot with anger and suspicion. "This had better not be a love child of yours, Ranma or by Kami-sama there will be hell to pay!" "She isn't! She isn't I swear!" He broke away from the group and moved behind Ryoko and Aeka, who were shocked at suddenly being the centre of attention. "Ahem. These are two new acquaintances I made in the past few days, they are Ryoko Hakubi, and Aeka of the Planet Jurai." "Do you really expect us to believe she's from another planet?" Rei leaned against his desk in her pj's and scratched the sleepiness from her hair. "Uh, actually I am as well," Ryoko piped in as the Princess opened her mouth. "Well, not any planet specifically but I was born in space." "Riiiiiight..." Rei rolled her eyes as the others waited for physical confirmation of their boasts. "And I'm the princess of Ma...bad example." She screwed up her face in irritation. "You want proof? I'll show you proof!" Ryoko formed an energy sword and levitated off the ground, slipping effortlessly above their heads while scraping expletives into his ceiling panels. "How's this for proof?" "Not bad...but I'm still not convinced." "Okay." Ryoko grinned as she split into three different forms, one grabbing hold of Rei and waltzing around the foyer as the others played violin and accordion. "How's this little miss 'I don't believe'? Real enough for you?" Rei pulled away as the trio coalesced back into one. "Alright already...I believe." "Uh...it kind of turns out my mother and I are members of Jurai's Royal family, so I'm part alien too." Ranma spoke up from the kitchenette as he poured a tray of cha. "That's the whole reason why I don't turn into a blood- sucking vampire every night." "That explains a great deal." A dark shadow appeared in the window as a shapely form phased through the wall. "Your trip certainly didn't take long, Ranma." Carmilla took one of the cups and downed it to wash away the scent of blood from her breath. "The party isn't for a few more days, yet." "Excellent. I've brought some new people, I'll have to introduce you." ---Tendo Dojo--- "Do you suppose that Doctor Saotome likes me?" Nabiki spit out her cup of tea and began to cough as the normally sedate and serene Kasumi spontaneously popped the question. The eldest Tendo sister had just come down from Akane's room, "making sure she wasn't doing anything naughty", and was sitting at the kotatsu with her cookbook. "What brought this question up?" Nabiki wiped her mouth free of tea before gasping out the question. Even after all the years Kasumi could still surprise her. She had never acknowledged Tofu's obvious fixation with her, most likely because of his lack of overt sign, but now was smitten by Ranma after a single fortnight? The sheer preposterous of the situation made her ironic inner child giggle with glee. "Well, he is quite a handsome man and he seems so mature and responsible..." "Right...but why are you taking an interest? Doesn't he have that really hot nurse?" "Oh my...that's right...and his partner, Setsuna." "Setsuna?" She hadn't heard anything about this before... "Yes, that very nice young lady with green hair? He's taken her as a partner in the practice." Hmm. This would require further research. Nabiki would have no tramp have her beloved taskmaster. To think of his burning hand slapping against her bare flesh, the idea was enough to make her wet! "Are you interested in him Kasumi?" "Maybe..." ---The next morning--- Ranma and Inaho stumbled downstairs and past Ryoko, who was sleeping in mid-air, to make tea and start getting ready for any patients. Inaho was dressed in a white nurse's uniform sans hat as she 'put the kettle on'. Ranma was dressed as he usually was, in black slacks and a plaid button-down shirt, but wore a thick quilted robe over it all in preparation for the cold outside when he swept the sidewalk. Sasami awoke due to the soft sounds of domestics and quickly bathed and dressed to help the tall vampiress. As he swept the entryway, Ranma looked at the building next door and saw his neighbors parting as the husband left (presumably) for work. The man was quite tall and muscular, possessing a physique very much like an American body builder, with long blonde hair. He was dressed in a sleeveless white shirt and workout pants. He seemed to recall their name as 'Bogard' or something along those lines. In any case the wife, a busty red-head, waved goodbye as he walked off with another man of much the same build save for his red leather jacket and baseball cap. The domesticity of the scene was not lost on Ranma, he wished he could have settled down like that with...Her...but dismissed it as wishful thinking. One woman really couldn't satisfy him...a pity. "Ho there, good Terran, wouldst thou give me aid?" Ranma turned to face the voice and found Tatewaki Kuno standing in the middle of the street in full Lunar uniform, of course he had no idea that it came from the Moon but it looked very alien regardless. "I be looking for nine beautiful women." "Well, there are a lot of beautiful women around here, can you tell me their names?" "Nay, scurrilous cur! For you would surely woo them away from my fierce magnificence! I can excuse no slight to my good name and honor! Have at thee!" Dios Spiduit unsheathed his steel and lunged at the stunned chiropractor, slashing violently with his newly reacquired guardsmen rapier. Ranma dodged and spun around the slashes as the deranged kendoist called forth the blades enchantment, for it was an elemental sword of fire! Now slightly singed, Ranma paid more attention to the blade as it sliced through the cement sidewalk and burned the plants growing on the verge. "What are you doing!? I didn't do anything to you!" "You hath put a blemish upon my noble bosom with thy words!" Kuno caught the edge of Ranma's elbow with the blade. The doctor yelped in pain and jumped back. As the two fought, yet another headache was approaching the unwary pigtailed man in the form of Ryouga Hibiki. The bedraggled sixteen-year old had finally made it out of the jungles of Brazil and across the vast world to his destination, all on his own as well since Mara's 'help' only made the directional curse worse. His clothes were torn, his head rang from the multiple concussions sustained during the first critical days of his newfound powers, and he was near exhaustion. Yet one thing pierced the malaise of his mind. His hatred of Ranma Saotome. Saotome...that filthy enemy of all women who dared to sully his pure and virtuous mother? Saotome would pay, he would pay with his life once Ryouga recovered sufficient strength. If only he had wished to rid himself of the curse...he was an idiot!!!! An idiot! "Why am I such an idiot!!!?????" Ryouga blinked back tears as he made to punch the alley wall. When his fist hit something warm and soft which made a very distinct crackle. He opened his eyes to the agonized face of Kuno as the swordsman struggled to cope with the pain of having his face broken. "Thanks! That idiot was starting to bug me!" "Are you calling me an idiot?" Oh how he wished that stupid kendoist was the vile Ranma Saotome... "No, no, no way in hell. Sorry if I hit a nerve." Ranma extended his hand in goodwill. "Ranma Saotome, nice to meet you." "Nice to meet you too...wait, what did you say your name was?" Ryouga's fists began to clench as the name of 'Ranma' echoed in his skull. "Did you just say you were R-Ranma Saotome?" "Uh...yes, do you want to come in for a cup of tea?" "DIE!!!!!!!" Ryouga leapt at the unawares Ranma with a fist targeted for the older man's skull. "FOR THE HONOR OF MY MOTHER I WILL END YOUR EVIL!!!!!" Ranma swept to the side as the blow came down and shattered the thick sidewalk, Ryouga's arm swallowed by the jagged splinters of concrete up to the bicep. The raging martial artist did nothing but chuckle as he swept his arm towards his hated foe, flinging razor-sharp shards of rock at the doctor who deftly caught the super-sonic projectiles. Deciding that a full frontal assault was the best route, the Lost boy reached down and grasped the edge of jutting sidewalk in his hands. "FOR THE OFFENSE OF THE EARLY BIRTH YOU WILL DIE!!" Ryouga had ceased to be Ryouga, instead phasing back and forth between an ogre and a human. With a mighty tug he wrenched the cement free of it's moorings and hefted it wholly over his head, the very sun blotted out by the fifteen-foot long slab of thick gray death that was poised to crush Ranma once and for all. "Don't you think you're overreacting?" The flat pane of doom fell atop him, the deafening slam heard by most residents in the district. All was silent. Then... "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?!?!?!?!" Ryoko, Makoto, Minako, Ami, Usagi, Rei and Aeka burst out from the clinic, spilling from the broken doors in their dash to see what happened. The two, non-humans began to power-up for a beat down, their previous feud forgotten for the moment, Aeka phasing into Jurian battle gear and Ryoko firing-up her energy sword. The menacing hum of Aeka's guardian drones filled the air surrounding Ryouga Hibiki and his hair stood on end. "I have won! Ranma Saotome is dead! I, Ryouga Hibiki, have killed my mother's defiler! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ah ha!!!!" The bandana-clad boy began to laugh maniacally as the seven women all began to glow, transformed or not. Due to the fact that he was a colossal moron, he did not realize their murderous intent until it was too late. "You're lying! Please tell me you're lying!" The air surrounding Ami began to chill as her latent powers bubbled up to the surface. "You bastard!" "Sempai! You murderer!" Makoto lashed out at the killer with a meaningless arm chop, a motion stemming from pure frustration rather than malicious intent, and all were surprised as a lance of lightning flashed from her fingertips and struck the mound of dust Ryouga stood upon. She stood for a moment, wide-eyed, before yelping in sudden pain and blowing quickly on her scorched nails. "Huh? What the hell was that!?" The Lost Boy whirled to face his new opponents, broken from his victory as he was, and suffered a horrendous nosebleed at their state of dress - or rather undress. Usagi was standing in a thin hospital gown and it was _very_ cold outside, Makoto and Minako were at least fully dressed, Aeka was garbed in armor, Ami in a robe, Rei practically naked in panties and bra, and finally Ryoko was completely nude. "Who are all you perverts!?" He clutched his face as another jet of crimson shot from his nostril. "Oh yeah! This one's gonna die!" Ryoko flew towards her target with sword leveled at her hip. "This is gonna be fun!" Then the world exploded into dust. "Cough! Cough, cough! What happened!?" Aeka expanded her sphere of guardians to clear the area and help the others who had dust in their eyes. "Where is he?" "Damn you! You'll pay for this!" Ryouga hacked and spat as the cloud enveloped him in its silky embrace. He was aware of the sensation of movement yet he swore not one muscle moved until the mist dissipated. The sun was bright and shining down on the sparkling sands of the Caribbean. How he got there, and through what process he could not say, yet he stepped into the thick dune and looked about for a moment before the cry of "WHERE ON EARTH AM I NOW" echoed on the evening beach. Meanwhile, Aeka and Ryoko cleared the area free of the dust as the rest regrouped by the doors to the clinic. Chaos reigned as the gray tempest was dispelled and cast up into outer space, leaving the street as clear as it had been before the unfortunate turn of events. As the morning sun shone down on the little suburb of Tokyo, and life began to move again oblivious to the cosmos-shattering event that had just unfurled, Ranma stood up from the mass of pulverized concrete and coughed softly. Covered in the grit as he was, the gaggle of girls dog-piled him into a fierce hug. "Whoa, whoa! Slow down! I'm not going anywhere." Ranma patted Ami gently on the head as she was the first to regain her composure and break away from his dirty and grimy body. She blushed a volcanic red and hurriedly rushed back into the building before the others noticed her slip. "It'll take more than that to kill me! Let's all go inside now before the neighbors see your state of undress." He quickly ushered the group back inside behind the closed doors of the clinic. "Strange morning, huh?" While the sheik and his harem bathed in the cramped apartment above the office, Kasumi Tendo was just setting out for her morning jaunt to Dr. Saotome. Practically skipping in unconscious glee, the eighteen-year old strolled past the market vendors and stopped on a dime before the neighborhood curio shop. It certainly wouldn't hurt to stop for a few moments to look for a Christmas gift, would it? The shop smelled of jasmine and myrrh, a mixture of incense and spice that was not entirely unpleasant. Kasumi's nose tingled a bit at the unexpected power of the aroma. The interior was dark with age and nicotine, full of tall wooden shelves and simple display cases with papers and scrolls under glass. The floor squeaked distinctly with each step of her immaculate shoes, her footfalls raising minute clouds of dust to filter through the sunlight peaking from underneath lowered shades. All in all the store could almost be described as cozy but rustic probably suited it better on that morning. "Good morning, young lady." The stooped form of the rickets-suffering proprietor slid out from a hidden recess between shelves. "Can I help you find anything?" "Oh! You startled me, Mr. Strange shopkeeper. I didn't know you were there." Kasumi pointed at the racks of artifacts. "I'm looking for a Christmas gift for a boy-friend." She blushed at the last. The shopkeeper's eyebrow rose in curiosity (well, it _was_ a curio shop!). "Not boyfriend in that way. He's the new doctor from down the street." "I see. And what do you have in mind?" "Oh my, well I don't know! Perhaps something from China? A martial arts scroll?" "So he likes China? Been there many times?" He pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. "I guess so. He just returned from China only about a month ago." "Hmm..." The bowed man shuffled over to one of the shelves and gestured to it's contents. "Perhaps one of these catches yer fancy, ma'am?" Kasumi walked next to the odd old man and peered over his shoulder at the trinkets. At the onset her eye caught on a pyramid charm necklace made out of gold, it seemed to be very old and resembled the Aztec structures rather than the Egyptian. Next to it was a thick leather book which looked as if a human face had been drawn over the cover and clinched by the metal spine, she certainly didn't want to give that to Saotome-san! There were shrunken heads and odd golden beads that glowed faintly with a sign of 'Orihalcion-make' next to them. At the middle were dried-up pieces of scale listed as 'G-Cells, used for the production of A.N.E.B.', and a vial of 'Angilas blood - circa 1970'. No, those simply would not do! On the shelves above were other sundry objects including: a Kappa head, various magatama, cursed dolls, packets of super-soba noodles, vials of love potion that looked suspiciously like soy sauce, and a long lance of twisted red metal. Of all the artifacts, none caught her eye as being appropriate. There was the sword of Yagyu Jubei, a gold-encrusted head of 'Tenma - Shogun of the dark', and a clay pot of 'Blood wyrms - Thought to grant immortality'. Finally her eye caught on a particularly luminescent jewel with a pearl-like finish. It was the size of her palm and incredibly smooth, the insides seeming to twist and swirl almost as if it was filled with glitter. "How much is this, Mr. Shopkeeper?" She pointed at the stone. "You don't want to buy that, Miss." "Why not?" "Well, I'm not saying I believe in the darned thing, but this here jewel is supposedly cursed! Legend goes this great priestess defied the heavens and fell in love with a youkai. This here priestess was a powerful sort but she knew what would happen so she took this here jewel and poured her soul into it. Words goes that the jewel used to be evil and made people act all crazy-like but the priestess purified it when she died. Anyway, this is the so-called 'Shikon jewel' which is cursed to bring bad luck to its bearer...but I'm not saying I believe in the darn thing mind you." The elderly chap finished with a stout nod. "How exciting! I'm sure Saotome-san will absolutely love this! How much?" Kasumi just glossed over the vehement warning of the proprietor. "Didn't you hear me girl? I said that I won't sell it! This there jewel is cursed!" He looked up into her puppy-dog eyes and felt a part of himself melt as she smiled. "Oh, what the heck! It's not like the legend is true anyway! Let's say thirty-thousand and call it even!" In short order the purchase was made and Kasumi walked out happily with the milky-white orb nestled in her pocket. ---"???"--- "That boy of yours is just asking for trouble." Toltiir pointed a black paw at the viewing orb. "This is a wet hornet's nest waiting to explode." "And you're enjoying every moment of it aren't you?" Urd and Belldandy were back from her appellate court appearance. The platinum blonde jumped from the doors to her circular room and landed in her favorite recliners before the view screen. "What mischief has he gotten into now?" "Oh nothing, nothing at all...except maybe tilting the balance of darkness, inheriting a jewel of dangerous lineage, attracting a succubus, and becoming the heir to the throne of Jurai." The cat groomed himself and watched the goddess through a half-lidded eye, waiting for the imminent explosion of wrath. "Oh good." He face-faulted into the grain of the Yggdrasil control panel. "Then things are going according to plan." "Plan? What plan? You mean you meant for all these things to happen?" "Of course! Why else did you think they happened?" She glared at him. "It seems that _someone_ got a big head over their lofty reign of chaos...you've got a lot to learn about Asgardians, Chaos-lord." "Maybe you or your sister, or maybe both you _and_ your sister can...uh...help me out." The fuzzy cat looked the scantily-clad goddess of the past and love with a lecherous glance. By the lick of his whiskers it was obvious what he meant. "Don't even think about it, furball." ---Nerima train station--- Three figures disembarked from the noon train from Juuban station, two rather tall and elegant with slim arms and legs that seemed to go all the way up, the third short but beautiful in her own petite way. The taller (and older) of the trio looked back at the departing train and fumbled in her pockets. There was a depressing lack of any noise for not a single bill or coin remained in her tight slacks. "We'd better find her or we won't be able to get back." "Don't worry," the second tallest replied, "I'll make sure we get home if she isn't here." Together the taller duo led the shorter through the turnstiles and out into the bustling business district. As it was lunch time there were many people walking the streets and eating out but compared to downtown Juuban Nerima was sleepy. Haruka stopped only once to procure an ice-cream cone for Hotaru and two crepes for Michiru and herself before they reached the outskirts of the suburban sector. "Do we even know where Setsuna is? She didn't tell us where she was going here..." "I spotted this wanted ad lying on the top of her bureau, it's a position at the Tofu Clinic 'three blocks west of Nerima's Tendo Dojo'." Michiru pulled the newsprint from her bag and read the circled advert. "I don't like this...this stinks like bad news! Setsuna wouldn't just disappear like this unless she were 'detained'." The blonde's eyes flicked from side to side as if seeing invisible enemies behind every corner. "And with that weirdo attacking us a few days ago we can't be too careful." "I know...if someone could imprison Setsuna they'd make short work of us." A tug at her skirt drew her attention down to their 'daughter'. "What is it, Hotaru-chan?" "Will we be okay, Michiru-mama?" The little girl of eleven, although small for her age, looked down and thought about what would happen if Setsuna- mama _was_ captured. "Of course, Hotaru! I'm sure Setsuna just forgot to call us." The two adults shared a concerned look. Internally reassuring themselves they began the trek through Nerima. They walked and walked, then they walked some more. They strolled and walked, their feet moving them through the town. The manner of their movement was to walk and they walked nonstop. Finally they walked past the Tendo Dojo and there they stopped. Thirty boys lay in a bloodied heap upon the front stoop from their amourous pursuit of Akane. And then they walked still further, and then there was more walking. The street west from the Tendo Dojo was closed for repairs, it looked like some kind of industrial accident, and so the trio was forced to walk all the way around. And they walked. (This is my homage to 'The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers' opening December 18th, 2002. Don't miss it!) "I can't stand this much walking! This is so tedious I'm gonna break a wall down!" Haruka gnashed her teeth as they rested on a bench. She hadn't walked this much in years! "Where is this stinking rat-hole!?" "We should be getting close now, this is the other side of the street from before, if we walk down it should be only a block." "Michiru-mama, I'm getting tired..." "Don't worry Hotaru-chan, we're almost there." "My loves!" The three girls turned just in time to see the faint shadow of Dios Spiduit crest the top of the hill and come rushing in their direction. His face was swathed in bandages and blood poured freely from the slit near his mouth. "I've come to whisk you away to the Moon my beauties!" Needless to say they vacated the premises as fast as their legs could carry them. "How did that fuck-up find us all the way here?" Haruka managed to breathe out as they barreled down the street. "I don't know, and I don't care! Just run! Keep up with us Hotaru-chan!" Michiru's heels clacked loudly down the freshly laid cement in the mad dash to safety even as the dashing Lunar moron sped after them at the vanguard of a dust cloud. "I'm trying!" Hotaru had already lost one of her red-leather shoes in the initial sprint but the strap on the other was loose and, in the ensuing panic, she tripped on the offending belt of leather. Haruka and Michiru stopped as she fell and ran back to help her but their aid was unneeded as strong arms attached to a wiry frame reached out and caught her by the breast and diaphragm before her alabaster skin could meet the unyielding harshness of the asphalt. "Whoa there! You might want to be more careful in the future." Ranma has just reopened the doors after he and the other had bathed and was surprised to see two tall women pass by before a little girl. It was a lucky thing he had stepped out when he did. "Are you alright?" "Y-yes, I'm fine." She was still rather shaken by the initial burst of adrenaline and shivered a bit at the touch of his hands against the chill of the morning. "Hotaru! Are you alright!?" Her 'parents' chorused, coming to a skidding halt at the jam of his door. They watched as the young man righted their adopted daughter on her feet and were preparing their questions when a shrill cry of "Beloved!" carried over the crest of the hill. Feeling the chill both literally shoved Ranma and Hotaru back inside, locking the doors behind them. Ranma fell back onto the thin carpet of the foyer and cushioned the younger as they hit hard. Michiru and Haruka stood breathing heavily and pushed themselves against the frosted glass doors. The fleeting cry of Kuno flew past the barred doors and all expelled a quiet sigh of relief. "Do you think he's gone?" Haruka asked before her peeked out the four-by- four inch pane of glass that looked onto the street. "I don't think he'll start searching homes...I think we're safe." Michiru pulled away from the door and helped Hotaru up. Ranma was ignored as he lay on the carpet with a look of extreme annoyance etched into his brow. A fleeting tap of footsteps upstairs caused all to look up to the stairs as Setsuna strolled leisurely down. As the darkened room was illuminated by the flick of her hand Haruka and Michiru screamed and dog-piled the serene senshi. As the resulting tumble of slim limbs and buoyant breasts hit the floor with a crash, Sasami poked her head out from the kitchen. "What's all the noise out here...oh! We have guests!" The petite princess of Jurai retreated back into the aroma of delicious food and pulled her 'Big Sister' back out with her. Makoto, who had been chopping carrots and fending off a ravenous Ryo-Ohki, stopped her motion and parted the curtains. Sasami was clutching at her long skirt. Apparently the young princess of Planet Jurai had taken quite a liking to the tall brunette, such a strong attachment that she clung to Makoto like a second sister. Mako-chan herself wasn't complaining, she was embracing her maternal instincts and practicing for the time when she might have a child of her own. "Haruka? Michiru? What are you two doing here?" The two looked up at her and their jaws dropped to the ground. "Haruka? Michiru? Where?" Usagi barreled down the stairs and clung to the railing as she swung her head back and forth before the image resolved itself into the two Outer Senshi kneeling over the body of Setsuna. "What are you two doing here?" Haruka picked herself up off the carpet and dusted her slacks. Michiru was helping Setsuna up and Hotaru was being tugged by Sasami back into the kitchen. "And, Setsuna, why didn't you tell us you were alright?" The Emerald senshi tugged back down her business suit and regarded them both with a dry look. "And since when did I have to report to you? I'm an adult and perfectly able to take care of myself!" She made a dismissive gesture with her hand and looked away. "If there was trouble you know I'd contact you, I was just having a little fun." Her gaze fell on Ranma and a fire blazed behind her eyes. "Fun?" Michiru gently styled her hair back into place and ran her fingers through its satiny smoothness. "What kind of fun could you be having at your place of work?" "I think I may be able to explain that-!?" Ranma was cut off as Usagi, Makoto, and Setsuna clamped their hands over his mouth. "Ah heh he heh heh! Ranma was just going to say that he was the new doctor and the one who hired me...that's all, really!" Setsuna flashed a forced smile and grinned insanely for a few moments as Ranma's struggles ceased. With three women against him he didn't stand a chance. "So you came all the way out here to check up on me? Well, I'd say I'm flattered but then I'd be lying." She moved away from Ranma and patted both of the girls on the shoulders. "Now that you know I'm alright you two should get going before nightfall." "But we don't have any money left!" Haruka turned her pockets inside out and picked off the lint from the insides of her slacks. Michiru had come up from behind her and looked at Setsuna with distrust. "Why are you so eager to have us leave? What are you hiding?" "Hiding?" Setsuna looked around for Ryoko and Aeka but found no trace of the aliens and was glad for that. "I'm not hiding anything! Nothing! Nothing at all!" "Well then, I think we might spend the night here." Michiru walked past Ranma and admired the view, his tight behind shown off rather well by the thin silk workout pants he was currently attired in, before meeting Setsuna's panicked eyes. "That isn't a problem, is it?" "No. No problem at all..." Setsuna saw her hopes for Crystal Tokyo begin to go down the tubes. If the Outers were aware of the non-Terrans there was no telling what their reaction might be...probably mass destruction. ---Later that night--- The day had been a strained affair, Setsuna and Makoto fending off the Outers requests to speak with Ranma and keeping them as far away from Ryoko and Aeka as possible. One loose-lipped quip from Aeka and the two of the would be at each other's throats, their full extraterrestrial origin plain for the three Outer Senshi to see. Thankfully Ranma had spoken to the earlier and the two had been busy with their own devices all afternoon. But night had fallen and the talking had ceased for the day, all of the myriad guests either stepping upstairs or spreading out on the floor of the clinic or downstairs in the spare rooms. Haruka and Michiru were taking the upper commons room for their bed with Setsuna, Carmilla, and Ranma. Speaking of the green-haired vampire, Carmilla had been the most trouble. Keeping the Outers in the dark about her origins was the most trying part of the day because no matter where the Outers were, Inaho would randomly pop out of nowhere and flash her abilities. It was only thanks to Sasami's interventions that Setsuna was able to shield her compatriots from the vampire's powers. One wrong move and all her plans for Crystal Tokyo went down the drain along with a millennia's worth of work. At least Hotaru was easy to manage, all the little girl had done since arriving was play with Sasami and Ryo-Ohki. The frail Senshi of Death and Rebirth was obviously enjoying herself as the trio jumped and pounced, ran around the building and ate ice cream at the parlor down the street. It warmed Setsuna's heart that her charge could still know such peace during trying times as these. Currently Setsuna and Inaho were having midnight coffee in the kitchen downstairs as Ranma bathed. The tall women were sitting across from one another and a plate of rice crackers was stationed between, each figure taking turns consuming the crackling comestibles. Outside they heard the pitter-patter of tired feet plodding up the stairs, punctuated by the gentle slam of the upstairs apartment door. "Who was that?" Setsuna asked as she sipped at the mocha java in her hand. "Ranma's already upstairs, right?" "Michiru and Haruka said that they needed to take a bath before they went to bed." Inaho dropped two more sugar cubes into her cup and stirred the dark blend. "They looked kind of tired too so of course I told them it was alright." "But I thought that Ranma was taking his bath now?" Setsuna put her hand down on the table and moved to leave before Carmilla encircled her wrist with cold fingers. "So?" "What do you mean, 'so'? Haruka will kill him!" Setsuna felt the vampire's grip tighten, painfully. "You meant for them to walk in on him." "Of course." Inaho let the senshi go and watched from behind her cup of coffee as she sat back down but still cast occasional glances up. "Don't worry about it. The sooner they get into the groove the easier all our lives will be..." Setsuna bit into a cracker and munched on it thoughtfully. "One would almost think you were pimping for him, you know." Inaho grinned evilly and showed pointed teeth. "Well then...one would be wrong." ---Upstairs--- Haruka had her arm around Michiru's shoulder as the two entered the upstairs apartment, her hand gently messaging the aqua-tressed girl's breast. The look on the blonde's face was pure lechery, a side of the face grin that was all teeth. Michiru, herself, was blushing horribly at the attention her chest and ass were getting from her partner. Seriously, sometimes she thought Haruka had eight arms! The two turned and walked over to the opaque bathroom doors. There was no sound coming from behind the frosted glass so they took it as an invitation to bathe. The tall blonde's hand gripped the stainless-steel handle and pulled off to the side, the rattle of ball bearings echoing as a cloud of steam wafted out of the tiled room. Michiru stepped inside first as her partner held the door and found a row of hooks on the wall to the right of the door. Hanging up her robe, Haruka joined her and the two sat heavily on the short plastic stools in the middle of the floor. The air was particularly close as the two turned on the shower heads and focused the steaming water on their backs. Due to their precarious position, legs spread with their knees at the bottom of their breasts, they both 'eep'-ed rather loudly when Ranma came out of the mist. Said doctor had been lounging in the furo when the squeak and rattle of the door drew his attention. Looking up from the green water he saw Michiru and Haruka entering. Suddenly overtaken by a mischievous impulse he dissolved into steam and crept along the walls. The two new Senshi were better built than their younger partners, the extra two or three years of age showing well on their lithe legs and full breasts, Haruka having the flatter of the two. And since he had begun...why not get the whole set? They sat down and he peeked down below at their sexes, each framed by a halo of their respective hair colors, as they began to wash. If possible the steam began to harden as he became aroused, the warm lap of water cascading down their nude bodies and sluicing over their genitals driving him nearly up a wall. Actually he was being driven up a wall as the mass of mist he had transformed into began to precipitate at the ceiling. Deciding that the time was ripe he solidified and stepped out from the cloud. "Good evening ladies, pleasant night for a bath, eh?" He pushed by them and opened the glass partition, but not before catching Michiru's gaze on his organ hanging loose and flaccid between his legs. Her eyes met him for a brief instant which stretched out into infinity to her, the crystal blue of his irises encapsulating her soul and waves of pleasure, danger, pain, and embarrassment crashed against her in that all-too short moment of contact. Ranma dressed for bed and sauntered downstairs to the kitchen for a nightcap, bumping into Setsuna as she rushed out. The emerald-haired senshi landed on her firm posterior and rose quickly, bowing in forgiveness for the accident. "You didn't do anything to them did you?" "No, why?" "It would be bad." She pinched the bridge of her nose and leaned on the table beside her, one leg lax while the other supported her. "But you didn't do anything to them, right?" "Right. I haven't done anything to them..." he casta glance upstairs, "...yet." The devilish glint in his eye did nothing to ease Setsuna's misgivings about introducing him to the Outers. "Just wait a while, Puu-chan, maybe a fortnight or so...all of you are going back home tomorrow right?" "Correct, Usagi's parents will be getting worried and I think we all have things to pick up." She brushed past him and stood on the foot of the stair, looking down at him as he stood in the thin robe and sandals. "And don't forget about that trip you have to take with Minako! She's been pestering me about it all day!" "Hai, hai! We'll talk about it in the morning." Yes, yes, he thought, there'd be plenty to talk about in the morning... ---The End of 1/2 Moon--- Well, I hope everyone enjoyed the story thus far because it's been tremendously fun to write. The next segment of the '1/2 Saga' is '1/2 a Limited Release', be there for vampire-battling fun! Suekeiichi Kaiton Skaiton@netscape.net