The Liz: Sorry, I haven't updated in awhile. It's been... chaotic I guess? Weird? Like something out of the Twighlight Zone? Anyway, I saw the latest episode of Inu Yasha with a friend yesterday. Lots of fun, we muted part of it and made up our own lines.
To ameanda-90: You know I have been looking for a way to write Akane... Oh wait, I know what I'll do! Thanks for the idea (or the idea leading to another idea)
To Ghost in the Machine: Yeah, Genma did come out 30-yen ahead of what he had but considering he had nothing to begin with, that still isn't enough for a drink
To Seiat: I would have Kasumi get the drink, because it would just be cruel not to but I have other plans for the receiver of the soda...Mwhahahahaha
To Magnus 17: Good to see you again. Yes, I have a feeling that the "Golden Skating Pair" would prove... entertaining. Good idea, I'm gonna have to use that.
To Shadow Knight 2: Hello again! As for Kuno giving up so easy, I was trying to give him the "noble samurai" mood. I would have had him going off into the sunset or something stupid like that but it didn't fit the scenery.
I'm really glad that yall keep reviewing my story, I keeps up my morale and gives me great ideas! Thank you!
Disclaimer: I don't own Ranma ½ but boy, do I have one big stomach ache. Must be something I ate. Maybe it was that old cheese in the back of the fridge...
Setting: It is a very hot day, the sun beating down on the people as they trudge along the street. A haze seems to be settling along the ground, the moister in the air making everyone very hot and sweaty. No one seems to have energy.
No one except for the small wrinkled old man who is hopping along the roofs of the nearby buildings. On his back, he carries a large green sack, which is almost overflowing with bras and underwear. His small wrinkled mouth makes him look like some sort of demented bird as he drops down to the ground.
He wipes his naked forehead with the back of his hand, his eyes glowing and his face red from exertion and heat. "What a load, what a load," he says to himself. He is about to go on his way when he spots a vending machine to his right; it's black exterior seeming almost to melt in the sun.
The old man smiles, then looks behind him as if checking for someone. He shrugs and walks over to the machine, digging out a 50-yen piece from his money pouch, which he keeps inside his maroon Gi. Not exactly tall enough to reach the coin slot, he jumps up and slips the coin inside the slot with ease and precision. Before landing on his feet, he presses a big orange button on the machine. When nothing happens, the old man beats his tiny fist against the front of the machine but still nothing happens. The old man looks down the street again, seeing a small clump approaching fast, but because of the heat, it looks to him as though there is nothing there. He turns back to the machine and jumps again, hitting the button twice more.
The machine stands there, the sun beating down. The old man wipes his forehead again and glares at the machine, malice shining in his eyes.
Hot days like todays seem only to shorten people's patience and this creepy old man is no exception. He puts down his pack of panties and reaches into his gi slowly. "Happo Fire Burst!" he yells as he jumps back, throwing a fairly large firework at the machine.
BOOM!
The ground shakes slightly, causing the people on the street to grab the nearest thing to them for balance. The old man smirks, waiting for the dust in front of the machine to clear so that he can see his handy work. What he sees though is the vending machine, still standing, not even a mark on it.
Growling, he walks up to the machine and hits it again, shouting in pain once he realizes that the metal is too hot to even touch. He sucks on his fist, not noticing the large crowd of women that has gathered around him until its too late.
As the veri, veri, angry women take their brooms and other items that hurt when you are hit with them, and beat the shit out of the old man now lying on the ground, trying to find a way out and maybe take a couple panties with him, the vending machine stands by watching the proceedings.
As the women walk off in a huff, panties and bras clutched in their hands, the small old man lies on the ground twitching slightly. A groan is heard above him, the shadow of the vending machine getting bigger and bigger. BAM!
The very hot and very heavy vending machine now lies on top of the withered old man, teaching us once and for all what goes around comes around.
AN: I this is weird because the vending machine is supposed to be indestructible. Oh well, I still like this better than my other ending. Happosai is really hard to write for this ya know? Once again, not my best. Actually, this might be my worst. My sincerest apologies to you all for having to read this. If I ever get a chance, I'm gonna redo this chapter.
Next Victim: Mousse!
To ameanda-90: You know I have been looking for a way to write Akane... Oh wait, I know what I'll do! Thanks for the idea (or the idea leading to another idea)
To Ghost in the Machine: Yeah, Genma did come out 30-yen ahead of what he had but considering he had nothing to begin with, that still isn't enough for a drink
To Seiat: I would have Kasumi get the drink, because it would just be cruel not to but I have other plans for the receiver of the soda...Mwhahahahaha
To Magnus 17: Good to see you again. Yes, I have a feeling that the "Golden Skating Pair" would prove... entertaining. Good idea, I'm gonna have to use that.
To Shadow Knight 2: Hello again! As for Kuno giving up so easy, I was trying to give him the "noble samurai" mood. I would have had him going off into the sunset or something stupid like that but it didn't fit the scenery.
I'm really glad that yall keep reviewing my story, I keeps up my morale and gives me great ideas! Thank you!
Disclaimer: I don't own Ranma ½ but boy, do I have one big stomach ache. Must be something I ate. Maybe it was that old cheese in the back of the fridge...
Setting: It is a very hot day, the sun beating down on the people as they trudge along the street. A haze seems to be settling along the ground, the moister in the air making everyone very hot and sweaty. No one seems to have energy.
No one except for the small wrinkled old man who is hopping along the roofs of the nearby buildings. On his back, he carries a large green sack, which is almost overflowing with bras and underwear. His small wrinkled mouth makes him look like some sort of demented bird as he drops down to the ground.
He wipes his naked forehead with the back of his hand, his eyes glowing and his face red from exertion and heat. "What a load, what a load," he says to himself. He is about to go on his way when he spots a vending machine to his right; it's black exterior seeming almost to melt in the sun.
The old man smiles, then looks behind him as if checking for someone. He shrugs and walks over to the machine, digging out a 50-yen piece from his money pouch, which he keeps inside his maroon Gi. Not exactly tall enough to reach the coin slot, he jumps up and slips the coin inside the slot with ease and precision. Before landing on his feet, he presses a big orange button on the machine. When nothing happens, the old man beats his tiny fist against the front of the machine but still nothing happens. The old man looks down the street again, seeing a small clump approaching fast, but because of the heat, it looks to him as though there is nothing there. He turns back to the machine and jumps again, hitting the button twice more.
The machine stands there, the sun beating down. The old man wipes his forehead again and glares at the machine, malice shining in his eyes.
Hot days like todays seem only to shorten people's patience and this creepy old man is no exception. He puts down his pack of panties and reaches into his gi slowly. "Happo Fire Burst!" he yells as he jumps back, throwing a fairly large firework at the machine.
BOOM!
The ground shakes slightly, causing the people on the street to grab the nearest thing to them for balance. The old man smirks, waiting for the dust in front of the machine to clear so that he can see his handy work. What he sees though is the vending machine, still standing, not even a mark on it.
Growling, he walks up to the machine and hits it again, shouting in pain once he realizes that the metal is too hot to even touch. He sucks on his fist, not noticing the large crowd of women that has gathered around him until its too late.
As the veri, veri, angry women take their brooms and other items that hurt when you are hit with them, and beat the shit out of the old man now lying on the ground, trying to find a way out and maybe take a couple panties with him, the vending machine stands by watching the proceedings.
As the women walk off in a huff, panties and bras clutched in their hands, the small old man lies on the ground twitching slightly. A groan is heard above him, the shadow of the vending machine getting bigger and bigger. BAM!
The very hot and very heavy vending machine now lies on top of the withered old man, teaching us once and for all what goes around comes around.
AN: I this is weird because the vending machine is supposed to be indestructible. Oh well, I still like this better than my other ending. Happosai is really hard to write for this ya know? Once again, not my best. Actually, this might be my worst. My sincerest apologies to you all for having to read this. If I ever get a chance, I'm gonna redo this chapter.
Next Victim: Mousse!