Ranma 1/2 was created and is owned by other people.. no me.
Nerima district
Tokyo,
Japan
The night, like nights before it, was dark. People slept during the night, and the night was seen as lonely and antisocial. An occasional figure could be seen scurrying from one thing to the next, but they never stopped to say anything pleasant. They would grumble about the cold, or the shadows, or ramble a string of curses as they hurried for their destination. But once in a great while a friend would be made, or stop in for a visit. These were the people the night loved, and danced within them. These were the people and creatures it would take by the hand and lead along the streets singing silent praises to them with its windy voice. This night was joyous.
A little figure, roughly about 60 cm (2 feet) in height, bounded from one roof top to the next, stopping to inspect each window or porch he came across. Grubby hands would snatch things and stuff them in to a half full sack the little man carried slung over his back. Then hop and bounce along his way to the next victim, until his sack was bulging and no more could be stuffed in. The thief, for that was what he was, whimpered pitifully and started to bounce his way home.
Happosai landed on the window ledge to his room, bag bouncing against his back. He had left the window to his room open as he did every night he went 'out.' A smell of rot, dirt and musk assaulted his nose, to which he paid no mind; your room would smell that way too if you never cleaned it. Kasumi would not set a foot in HIS room, so dirty it stayed. Happosai hopped into his room and unslung the bag from his back, immediately dumping the contents of women's undergarments into a heap on the floor. He dove in, giggling like a demented freak; which was appropriate because he was. A rustle of clothing near his futon and the underlying smell of preservatives was enough to momentarily distract the little goblin, and he looked up into the moon lit darkness.
~~
She had laid there patiently for over an hour. She had entered through the front door, had not bothered to take off her shoes; tracking thick sticky mud into the house. That was quite inconsiderate and unproper, she reflected.
It wasn't the greatest way to make an entrance, she knew, and had been vaguely disappointed that he hadn't been in his room. She had waited nearly 2 decades to meet him, a few more hours wouldn't hurt. Patience was a virtue she had come to appreciate.
She rolled her head slowly towards the noise at the window. A little moving lump looking creature perched briefly on the window edge before dropping into the room with a tiny thump. It removed a sack and emptied the contents onto the floor before disappearing into the small hill it had made.
Her wait over, she sat up.
Happosai eyed the woman sitting on his bed carefully. He knew her. He would have known her, to put it lamely, anywhere. Her short curly brown hair, at one time combed and styled, now looked neglected and in need of washing. She wore a modest soft blue dress and flat heeled blue shoes, caked thickly with mud. Her face was pretty and kind looking, with plush lips, and large brown eyes. The moonlight played across her, causing her to seem pale and sickly.
He remained where he was a feeling of awe and surprise taking root in the base of his spine.
"Are you," she paused "Happosai?"
Happosai eyes narrowed the slightest. "Might be, deary." He frowned.
"I have waited a long time to meet you." She said.
"Kimiko.. What are you doing here?" He felt he should be afraid, maybe screaming for his life, but he just sat there in the pile of underwear. Kimiko crawled closer to him, her movements fluid and easy. Not stiff at all.
"I thought I would stop by for a visit. Can't a woman visit her loved ones."
"Not a dead woman, Kimiko," Happosai stated dryly. "They're supposed to stay in their graves."
Kimiko tilted her head to one side and looked at Happosai and didn't look at Happosai. "It would seem that way," She replied. "But once you die it seems not."
Happosai gave her a strange look, before she stood up.
"I came to tell you, Happosai, to watch my family. They need someone to watch them and I'm enlisting you to help me. Understand?" At his nod she bent and kissed him on top of his bald head. Her lips where cold and dry. She smelled of chemicals and bile and if there had been any doubt in him to begin with, that this woman was not dead, it would have vanished.
"Get some sleep, Happosai. And don't cause any trouble." Kimiko smiled and gracefully turned on her heels and left. Left his room and left the house. Happosai sat in his treasures and shuddered.
That had not been normal, even for his standards. He gazed at the muddy foot prints. They lead into his room then out again and down the hall.. She had not woken any of the others, which would mean she didn't want them to know....Happosai got up and went to get Kasumi's mop and bucket, he spent the next 2 hours cleaning graveyard mud from the floors.
~~~~
There had been an increase in violence all over the world, as of late. It didn't take a genius to notice the disturbing trend of anger and tantrums. He had known this, and had know it for a while; although he couldn't distinguish how long. Time had really no meaning to him or his kind. To him, time was a thing of comfort. It was either dark or light, too hot, too cold, warm or cool.
Currently it was light, and pleasant out. It was a good day. He paused in his trek to sniff at the breeze. It held a welcome smell. The smell of youth, of health, and his secrete favorite: cookies. He paused long enough to sniff around the base of a trash can and piss on it, then padded off in search of cookies.
Kasumi hummed to herself as she walked home, groceries in hand. She had Cascade's song 'Strawberry Moon' playing in her head on repeat, but that was okay, it was a good song.
It was around 11 in the morning and she would have to make lunch when she got home, maybe make a snack for her sisters and Ranma a little before school was out. It just depended on how much she had to do.
He rounded a corner, a huge massive beast, and trotted up behind the young woman. He was closing in, so close he could almost pounce her if he wanted...Then it happened. There was a throop sound as air rushed to replace a large space suddenly vacated. A large broad mussel shrank to become small, delicate and slightly pointed. Powerful paws became dainty and fearsome visage became ... cute.
His tail started to wag uncontrollably and self disgust washed over him. His head and chest sunk to touch the ground leaving his butt in the air; tail moving like he was readying for take off. He inhaled a deep breath before he barked and whined and made his dark eyes grow large and sad looking.
Kasumi started and turned around. There pawing at her feet, trying it's hardest to look cute and not trying to look hungry, but looking so all the same, was a rather small -- about the size of a Pomeranian - dirty looking dog. He was crouched in, what was to her opinion, a groveling pose. The little dog let lose a series of pathetic whines and looked up at her.
"Oh, aren't you a sweet little thing," Kasumi cooed as she bent down to scratch him behind the ears. "I'm sorry I can't play with you. I must be getting home now." She stood and turned to continue home. A small yelp followed by a sad howl made her pause. She glanced behind her at the 'crying' animal. And Kasumi, being Kasumi, felt her heart melt. She turned once more the dog and motioned to him. "Come on. Let's go home and get you something to eat... Maybe a bath too. Oh dear, I hope father won't object." And with that Kasumi and dog, trailing close behind, returned to the Tendo dojo.
~~~~~
The week, Ranma decided, had been the same crap as the one before. A few over zealous fiance, followed by Ryoga and Mu Tsu, a vampiric teacher, and Kuno. Yep, it got old. He, Akane, and Nabiki were finished with school for the day. They reached home chatting amongst themselves.
"We're home!" Akane shouted, taking her shoes off before entering the house proper.
There was the sound of clicking claws on wood flooring, followed by the sight of a small black fur ball rounding the corner
barking, tongue lolling out of it's mouth.
The next thing Ranma knew; was dog slobber on his face and the rancid smell of bad breath. The dog, it turned out, was a great jumper.
"Yaaaaarg!" Ranma squirmed, prying the excited furball from his face.
"Oh wow," Akane snatched the dog from him and crushed it to her chest. "You are soooooo cute!"
"Oh my, bad puppy!" Kasumi, arriving at the entrance, admonished. The dog paid no attention and struggled against the death grip.
Nabiki, unimpressed, headed for her room. She, as always, had business to attend to.
"Where did you find him? Can we keep him? What's his name?" Akane asked.
"He followed me. It's okay with father. I haven't named him." The answers came in short reply.
Akane for all her hidden girlish glee, squealed.
Ranma made a silent gagging motion.... Ooooooh that dog saliva was nasty.. Sticky, smelly, badness. His stomach lurched strangely and the bathroom became his destination. Hopefully before his lunch revisited him.
Dog watched. The male/female, according to his nose, human entered a door down the hall. The door clicked shut.
Hnnn, now what...There was a lot of information to puzzle through. And in this form it was quite difficult. There were too many interferences.
The tail, for one , was driving him nuts... It had a mind of it's own. All that wagging. Maybe later he'd teach it a lesson. For now he was busy. The girl squeezed him again and he thought his eyes would pop from his skull. Ouch.
Ranma splashed water on his face. That had been unpleasant-very. He scrubbed a bit. He had never smelled anything so rank in his life. Deadly doggy breath. Even the smell of the boys' locker room, or Genma's sweaty form in close quarters was preferable to that....smell.
He stood, grasping a towel, dried his face. Ranma glanced in the mirror and froze. It cost him dearly. A hand shot out from the mirror with incredible speed, and gripped hard and fierce at his neck.
Nerima district
Tokyo,
Japan
The night, like nights before it, was dark. People slept during the night, and the night was seen as lonely and antisocial. An occasional figure could be seen scurrying from one thing to the next, but they never stopped to say anything pleasant. They would grumble about the cold, or the shadows, or ramble a string of curses as they hurried for their destination. But once in a great while a friend would be made, or stop in for a visit. These were the people the night loved, and danced within them. These were the people and creatures it would take by the hand and lead along the streets singing silent praises to them with its windy voice. This night was joyous.
A little figure, roughly about 60 cm (2 feet) in height, bounded from one roof top to the next, stopping to inspect each window or porch he came across. Grubby hands would snatch things and stuff them in to a half full sack the little man carried slung over his back. Then hop and bounce along his way to the next victim, until his sack was bulging and no more could be stuffed in. The thief, for that was what he was, whimpered pitifully and started to bounce his way home.
Happosai landed on the window ledge to his room, bag bouncing against his back. He had left the window to his room open as he did every night he went 'out.' A smell of rot, dirt and musk assaulted his nose, to which he paid no mind; your room would smell that way too if you never cleaned it. Kasumi would not set a foot in HIS room, so dirty it stayed. Happosai hopped into his room and unslung the bag from his back, immediately dumping the contents of women's undergarments into a heap on the floor. He dove in, giggling like a demented freak; which was appropriate because he was. A rustle of clothing near his futon and the underlying smell of preservatives was enough to momentarily distract the little goblin, and he looked up into the moon lit darkness.
~~
She had laid there patiently for over an hour. She had entered through the front door, had not bothered to take off her shoes; tracking thick sticky mud into the house. That was quite inconsiderate and unproper, she reflected.
It wasn't the greatest way to make an entrance, she knew, and had been vaguely disappointed that he hadn't been in his room. She had waited nearly 2 decades to meet him, a few more hours wouldn't hurt. Patience was a virtue she had come to appreciate.
She rolled her head slowly towards the noise at the window. A little moving lump looking creature perched briefly on the window edge before dropping into the room with a tiny thump. It removed a sack and emptied the contents onto the floor before disappearing into the small hill it had made.
Her wait over, she sat up.
Happosai eyed the woman sitting on his bed carefully. He knew her. He would have known her, to put it lamely, anywhere. Her short curly brown hair, at one time combed and styled, now looked neglected and in need of washing. She wore a modest soft blue dress and flat heeled blue shoes, caked thickly with mud. Her face was pretty and kind looking, with plush lips, and large brown eyes. The moonlight played across her, causing her to seem pale and sickly.
He remained where he was a feeling of awe and surprise taking root in the base of his spine.
"Are you," she paused "Happosai?"
Happosai eyes narrowed the slightest. "Might be, deary." He frowned.
"I have waited a long time to meet you." She said.
"Kimiko.. What are you doing here?" He felt he should be afraid, maybe screaming for his life, but he just sat there in the pile of underwear. Kimiko crawled closer to him, her movements fluid and easy. Not stiff at all.
"I thought I would stop by for a visit. Can't a woman visit her loved ones."
"Not a dead woman, Kimiko," Happosai stated dryly. "They're supposed to stay in their graves."
Kimiko tilted her head to one side and looked at Happosai and didn't look at Happosai. "It would seem that way," She replied. "But once you die it seems not."
Happosai gave her a strange look, before she stood up.
"I came to tell you, Happosai, to watch my family. They need someone to watch them and I'm enlisting you to help me. Understand?" At his nod she bent and kissed him on top of his bald head. Her lips where cold and dry. She smelled of chemicals and bile and if there had been any doubt in him to begin with, that this woman was not dead, it would have vanished.
"Get some sleep, Happosai. And don't cause any trouble." Kimiko smiled and gracefully turned on her heels and left. Left his room and left the house. Happosai sat in his treasures and shuddered.
That had not been normal, even for his standards. He gazed at the muddy foot prints. They lead into his room then out again and down the hall.. She had not woken any of the others, which would mean she didn't want them to know....Happosai got up and went to get Kasumi's mop and bucket, he spent the next 2 hours cleaning graveyard mud from the floors.
~~~~
There had been an increase in violence all over the world, as of late. It didn't take a genius to notice the disturbing trend of anger and tantrums. He had known this, and had know it for a while; although he couldn't distinguish how long. Time had really no meaning to him or his kind. To him, time was a thing of comfort. It was either dark or light, too hot, too cold, warm or cool.
Currently it was light, and pleasant out. It was a good day. He paused in his trek to sniff at the breeze. It held a welcome smell. The smell of youth, of health, and his secrete favorite: cookies. He paused long enough to sniff around the base of a trash can and piss on it, then padded off in search of cookies.
Kasumi hummed to herself as she walked home, groceries in hand. She had Cascade's song 'Strawberry Moon' playing in her head on repeat, but that was okay, it was a good song.
It was around 11 in the morning and she would have to make lunch when she got home, maybe make a snack for her sisters and Ranma a little before school was out. It just depended on how much she had to do.
He rounded a corner, a huge massive beast, and trotted up behind the young woman. He was closing in, so close he could almost pounce her if he wanted...Then it happened. There was a throop sound as air rushed to replace a large space suddenly vacated. A large broad mussel shrank to become small, delicate and slightly pointed. Powerful paws became dainty and fearsome visage became ... cute.
His tail started to wag uncontrollably and self disgust washed over him. His head and chest sunk to touch the ground leaving his butt in the air; tail moving like he was readying for take off. He inhaled a deep breath before he barked and whined and made his dark eyes grow large and sad looking.
Kasumi started and turned around. There pawing at her feet, trying it's hardest to look cute and not trying to look hungry, but looking so all the same, was a rather small -- about the size of a Pomeranian - dirty looking dog. He was crouched in, what was to her opinion, a groveling pose. The little dog let lose a series of pathetic whines and looked up at her.
"Oh, aren't you a sweet little thing," Kasumi cooed as she bent down to scratch him behind the ears. "I'm sorry I can't play with you. I must be getting home now." She stood and turned to continue home. A small yelp followed by a sad howl made her pause. She glanced behind her at the 'crying' animal. And Kasumi, being Kasumi, felt her heart melt. She turned once more the dog and motioned to him. "Come on. Let's go home and get you something to eat... Maybe a bath too. Oh dear, I hope father won't object." And with that Kasumi and dog, trailing close behind, returned to the Tendo dojo.
~~~~~
The week, Ranma decided, had been the same crap as the one before. A few over zealous fiance, followed by Ryoga and Mu Tsu, a vampiric teacher, and Kuno. Yep, it got old. He, Akane, and Nabiki were finished with school for the day. They reached home chatting amongst themselves.
"We're home!" Akane shouted, taking her shoes off before entering the house proper.
There was the sound of clicking claws on wood flooring, followed by the sight of a small black fur ball rounding the corner
barking, tongue lolling out of it's mouth.
The next thing Ranma knew; was dog slobber on his face and the rancid smell of bad breath. The dog, it turned out, was a great jumper.
"Yaaaaarg!" Ranma squirmed, prying the excited furball from his face.
"Oh wow," Akane snatched the dog from him and crushed it to her chest. "You are soooooo cute!"
"Oh my, bad puppy!" Kasumi, arriving at the entrance, admonished. The dog paid no attention and struggled against the death grip.
Nabiki, unimpressed, headed for her room. She, as always, had business to attend to.
"Where did you find him? Can we keep him? What's his name?" Akane asked.
"He followed me. It's okay with father. I haven't named him." The answers came in short reply.
Akane for all her hidden girlish glee, squealed.
Ranma made a silent gagging motion.... Ooooooh that dog saliva was nasty.. Sticky, smelly, badness. His stomach lurched strangely and the bathroom became his destination. Hopefully before his lunch revisited him.
Dog watched. The male/female, according to his nose, human entered a door down the hall. The door clicked shut.
Hnnn, now what...There was a lot of information to puzzle through. And in this form it was quite difficult. There were too many interferences.
The tail, for one , was driving him nuts... It had a mind of it's own. All that wagging. Maybe later he'd teach it a lesson. For now he was busy. The girl squeezed him again and he thought his eyes would pop from his skull. Ouch.
Ranma splashed water on his face. That had been unpleasant-very. He scrubbed a bit. He had never smelled anything so rank in his life. Deadly doggy breath. Even the smell of the boys' locker room, or Genma's sweaty form in close quarters was preferable to that....smell.
He stood, grasping a towel, dried his face. Ranma glanced in the mirror and froze. It cost him dearly. A hand shot out from the mirror with incredible speed, and gripped hard and fierce at his neck.