“And he can track anyone, even in a city as big as Tokyo?” Nabiki asked the boy, Shippo, as she looked at the bloodhound sitting at his feet, leash in the boy’s hand.
“Yeah, pretty much.” He said with a sigh. What a guy had to do to get someone off his case. “Just hang on to the leash real tight though. Tracker might not look it but he can really run when he needs to, fast enough to make track stars green with envy.” He added passing her the leash as She slipped her wrist into it, tightening it snugly.
“Thank you. You’ll get him back by tomorrow at the latest.” She said, smirking slightly. After looking through her books she found out Shippo’s family raised and trained bloodhounds for the police and other organizations that needed to track people. A few other words were exchanged and she began to lead the dog towards the northern end of the district and into the next, where Ranma didn’t go to until recently. Once in the spot where one of her ‘friends’ (Aka Informants) lost track of him she knelt down, holding out a pair of Ranma’s boxers, one rich in his scent.
“Okay boy, find Ranma for me.” She said letting the dog sniff the cloth. Sure, causing blatant trouble would cause things to bite her in the ass but she dealt in information. Even if she never USED the information it was important to have it. The more she knew the more she could use it to make money or to create amusement.
That and she was just plain curious. Soon the dog let off a ‘woof’ and began to walk briskly forcing her to almost jog behind it as it led her down the street deeper into the next district and through Juuban.
All of a sudden the dog stopped. For a moment Nabiki thought Tracker had found Ranma. Instead he began to growl, as she looked up to see a black cat with a yellow moon-like crescent on it’s head. For a moment she looked at it before realization began to strike. “Uh oh...” She said. The words almost acted as a gunshot at a race. With a yowl the cat turned and darted away as Tracker ran forwards, tugging on the leash and forcing Nabiki into a run until she tripped on a crack and fell to the sidewalk.
‘Okay, next time I’ll get a regular bloodhound...” Nabiki chided herself as she was bodily dragged along the ground by the dog. ‘Not one that’s been trained in Anything goes Martial Arts Canine Suspect Seeking!’ She added as the cat turned the corner. Tracker followed as her body swung into a light pole as she let out an ‘oof’ still being dragged along as the cat darted into an arcade. Someone cried out ‘Luna’ as the cat ran across the stools and people on them, the dog barrelling through them, knocking people and seating around, her shirt catching on the edge of a machine and tearing the left side from the top of her breast to above her ribs.
The cat ran to the back of the building, startling a worker before the dog followed, it’s reluctant cargo yelling all the while. Moments later it darted past a stunned raven haired girl, up the stairs of a shrine as the dog still gave chase, Nabiki’s body being dragged behind it letting out an “oWwWoWwWwWwWoWwWwOwWwW” before she could finally get back to her feet as she reached the top, running behind the bloodhound to avoid being dragged any more before the cat climbed into a tree. “Oh no...” She let out as the bloodhound stopped at the tree, pawing at it. Her own momentum sent her running all but full bore into the trunk, her body bouncing off, air being knocked from her lungs her body falling onto the ground as she lay there panting.
It was amazing that she had no serious injuries, almost as if she was in a slapstick situation in some anime. That didn’t, however, mean that her body didn’t ache, pulsating with a dull throb. “At least it’s over...” She heard before something broke, the cat and a branch falling from the tree, landing on the ground. “Ah shit...” She muttered as the dog ran after it. “Not the stairs again...”
An hour later a cat ran past the Tendo household. A dog gave chase as it’s leash broke, a battered, bruised and sore Nabiki being left at her own doorstep. She slowly stood up, her shirt torn to a single strap, her now strapless bra clearly visible and barley obscured. Her shorts right leg was torn off, the left with rips across it. One side of her panties was broken as she staggered towards her own home. “I need a long soak in the furo...” She groaned.
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