Night had fallen over the Furinkan area, and a calm had descended upon the Tendo house. All within lay asleep, awaiting the dawn of the next day. The Tendos were in their beds in ther normal modes of sleep: Soun upon his back, snoring. Kasumi curled up on her side. Nabiki face down, her body making a fine attempt at covering as much area as possible. Akane tossing and turning, striking her mattress, pillow and quilt while P-Chan lay on the comparitvely more comfortable floor out of reach of both legs and arms. The Saotomes were also sound asleep within their own room, Genma as a panda, curled into a ball of black and white fur while Ranma lay in male form, occasionally and randomly rolling left and right on the floor.
But the final inhabitant was not asleep. The final inhabitant, the lechiest of lechers, the Grandmaster of the Anything Goes style of martial arts, the diminutive and dreaded Happosai. He had crawled along the ceiling towards the guest room, silent enough to make a ninja envious. He had waited a month for this plan, which went against his usual mode of operations given that lack of patience was his second greatest vice behind lust. But the wait would be so very worth it. The results that were promised by this wait were so rewarding, so perfect, so entertaining on so many levels that he didn't even mind that this was only really half of the wait before he would get it.
He reached for the door, but drew back his hand. What was this? Something lay across the entrance, barely visible to the naked eye. A string, attached to the door so that when it opened... Well well, it would seem that the little brat was learning! Perhaps, Happosai mused, he had tried sneaking in once too often for this sort of purpose, and the boy decided to do something about it. Genma lacked the backbone or the imagination for that matter, and... an interesting thought occured... Yes, just as he suspected. A similar piece of string over Akane's door - and her window, but from here he could see what it was, even though it was hidden rather carefully well. The string was attached to a bell, and there was one on the door, too. He wouldn't even have noticed it had he not thought to look. Even if the lock was picked, he couldn't break in without ringing the bell and risking waking them up. No doubt there was something similar on the guest room window. No matter! Now that he knew it was there, he could easily plan around it.
With tremendous care and superhuman dexterity, Happosai untied the string with the aid of long, thing needles attached to his index finger. It was the only way he could reach through the gap in the top of the door. From there he was able to slide the door open effortlessly using an umbrella, just a tiny enough amount that he was able to carefully, slowly pull the bell out of the room without ringing it. Once it was in his hands he carefully placed it on the ground and pushed open the doors. Think you're so smart, you little punk? It'll take more than that to get one over on ol' Happo-
And then there were panties. Panties, bras and more panties swung down from the ceiling. So many silky darlings, helplessly dangling from the roof, begging for rescue! How could he leave them be? How could he even dream of the cruel fate of leaving them here? He must save them! He must save the panties!
A finger brushed the nearest pair, and then he saw them. More bells, on the same threads. His eye followed the string - yes, there were even more of them! Enough to wake the neighborhood if he wasn't careful! Another trap, this time more tailored towards taking him down... Probably take down that wimpy rival, Ryoga as well come to it, if he had a mind to try attacking in the night again. The boy would likely die of bloodloss before anyone woke up in the morning and noticed he was there... With a regretful whimper, the old lech drew his hand back and resolved to rescue these poor, innocent silky darlings at a later date. He was here for a reason, and the rewards at the end of it were far too great to be ignored!
"Save us, Happosai!" a bra said, stopping him in his tracks. "You're our only hope! He never goes girl, he never wears us! Please, you must save us from this cruel fate!"
And then they all joined in, their high pitched voices telling such tales of woe and misery that Happosai felt a tear crawl down his cheek. Such unwarrented and thoughtless cruelty could not go unpunished! The boy and his father would surely pay for this, and the justice that would be served... why, he could not yet even begin to comprehend what it might be! Happosai ignored the increasingly desperate siren call of the hanging undergarments, each step feeling heavier than the last. He had to wipe the tears from his eyes now, knowing that in his inaction he was implicitly engaging in the same cruelty he damned the boy for. Finally, he reached the boy's head and stood over him feeling like a towering giant even as he trembled in the rage of one who had witnessed a tragedy.
He produced a tightly rolled up ancient scroll, a recent rediscovery he had made while looking through his various acquisitions. Happosai was a bit of a pack rat, that never threw anything away. Even if it was useless to him. For that, he was rather grateful. This particular ritual was rather useless, so far as he could see when first he read it. The end results? Yes, please! The ability to take a piece of one's own essence and imbue it into another. With an aura like his, anyone that he did this to would gradually become consumed by lust as that was his single greatest defining trait. Though the lust would show itself in a different way depending on the person, it would become an overwhelming feeling for them approximately one month after the feeling was gone. For other casters, the defining trait could be arrogance or greed, or perhaps something less of a vice like kindness or compassion.
The whole of the problem was the requirements and limitations of the spell. To begin with, the caster must take a full month to prepare the spell, so that they can perform the necessary meditations to cotnrol their internal energies enough to channel them into the target. Okay, that was fine. He could cope with that. It was a bit of a wait, but he could pull that off when he wasn't engaged in other activities. The real problem came from the big restriction, the one that made him toss the scroll aside and declare it worthless to him. In the process casting it to the back of his mind as unimportant until the recent discovery. That restriction was: It can only be used on a person of the same sex.
Happosai began the ritual, smiling like a lunatic. Oh, but this was going to be so much fun. His other attempts to control Ranma had failed rather badly, but this time he was ready. A full month of preparation, even using that time to make sure he'd understood the effects of the spell. He felt his essence flowing into his hands, and reached down to place them on the boy's head! Yes, he was about to set something glorious in motion, and he intended to cherish this moment for the rest of his life.
And the little brat rolled over at the last moment! Gah! Happosai hurried over to the new position he was in, and tried again, this time finding a bit more success. It was the oddest thing. As the essence left him and entered Ranma, the voice of the crying darlings all quieted down, almost as though he was losing the ability to hear them. The urge to take them down left him too. Well, of course it would. His lust was diminished! No matter. He could always get it back later on. Staring up at them made Happosai realise that he needed to figure out a way to reset Ranma's little traps. After all, it wouldn't do for him to figure this out quite yet. Not yet. Maybe this time next month, when his outlook on life had been sufficiently altered...
"Sweet dreams, m'boy!" Happosai allowed himself to cackle as he finally closed the door. "You're likely to have a fair few of them soon enough!"
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