"Spam" tag is supposed to be an excuse for lazy writing or OOC:ness...
My grammar's ok and my spelling's pretty good, but otherways I'm a lousy
writer.
As for C&C... Please, please rip this "fic" to shreds! Not that I think it's
especially
bad( or I wouldn't have posted it ) but there's room for improvement. Enough
room
that you could fit the Tokyo tower in it and still have space left!
Also, if anyone wants to use the idea, go ahead ^^ Compared to me, Zen's a
speedy writer ^^
Also a warning: this is my first fanfic, and the first piece of fiction I
have written in the last
five years, so there...
Now let's see if I can attach this here or will I be forced to resort using
"Cut&Paste"...
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Disclaimer:
All the series are owned by their respective owners.
Apologizes to Takahashi-sama and all other whose work
I have intentionally or unintentionally stolen.
I owe nothing.
I make no profit out of this.
Please don't sue me. I have no money.
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The sun rose, and another normal day began in Nerima. A sunny day,
with few soft cumulus clouds floating in the sky, and a high
probability of quick, random rain. However, one of the residences in
the area began the day with some highly unusual activity.
"He's coming, oh, gods, he's coming! What am I gonna do?"
At the house belonging to a certain family, the Tendos, an old man,
not quite three feet tall, was in a frenzy. The normally unfazeable
master of Anything Goes school of martial arts, was running around the
house, carrying small piles of soft pieces of clothing.
"I've gotta hide these! Just for today." master Happosai mumbled.
He leaped up the stairs, an admirable feat for someone of such high age,
and went through the first door, marked by a wooden duck with the word
"AKANE" enscribed to it with roman letters. Inside, a lovely sixteen
years old girl with a shortish hairstyle was dressing up, currently
holding a yellow jumper, not yet wearing anything beyond her panties and
sports bra, when she noticed the shriveled shape charging in. The girl,
Akane, gave a yelp and held the jumper close to her chest. Now, normally
Happosai would have enjoyed the free show, well, enjoyed it more, but
today he just dumped a pile of underwear on her hands. "Akane dear, hide
these for me, would you." he said, and then leaved hastily before she
could change from embarrased to enraged.
The door slammed close. Akane blink-blinked. Then she frowned. "Why
should *I* have to hide these filthy things for him?". She looked
at the pile in her hands. "Wait a second - These are all my things!
Why, that old pervert!" With a tired sigh, she went back to preparing
for her morning jog.
Ranma Saotome, one of the greatest young martial artists in all of
Japan, was currently gloating over his father, the panda, Currently
picking himself up from the koi pond. "What's the matter, old man?
Getting slow on your old age?", Ranma taunted.
The panda replied with a growl, and charged at him with a furry of
short claw strikes. Ranma retreated, staying barely out of the harm's
way. Suddenly he seemed to trip, and Genma rushed, preparing to
end the match. Ranma, however, flowed within Genma's defence, threw
his legs up, grasping the panda, while his hands reached to the ground.
Ranma backflipped, Genma held tighly between his legs, slamming him
face first to the ground, missing the porch by a handwith.
"How's that for a mid-air maneuver, pop. Pop? Aw, geeze, out cold
already?"
Ranma kneeled to examine his father. Yep, out cold, he thought.
Poor pop. He *is* getting old, it seems. Suddenly a weight landed on
Ranma's back, causing him to topple on top of his father.
"Ranma, I've got a present for you." Happosai. What was the old geezer
up to now, Ranma thought.
Happosai leaped to the porch, while Ranma got up, pulling his father's
head from the ground and laying him down with a surprising gentleness,
to all that knew how he treated his father. "So let's see this gift of
your's, Old Geezer." Happosai had a huge sack on his back, as per usual,
probably filled with female underthings, he was probably going to try
to donate another bra or something, Ranma guessed. To his surprise,
the ancient master handed the entire sack over to him.
"Here you go, as you are my heir, I thought it would be suitable for
you to have these" Happosai spoke, almost managing to sound like a
venerable master he wasn't. Ranma didn't seem very grateful. He threw
the sack to the ground, and growled. "No WAY I'm gonna take these from
you! You shoulda known this by now! What are you trying to pull?"
Happosai went for the puppy-dog eyes rutine "B-but I thought you would
have liked them..." Happosai said, with watery eyes. Ranma wasn't fooled.
"Seeya, Old Freak", he responded, dropping the sack of unmentionables on
the diminutive master.
"Wait, Ranma!" Happosai shouted, "Hold on to these, just for today."
Ranma stopped. Something in the old man's tone sounded... Desperate?
"Please?" The hair in Ranma's neck stood up, as did his pigtail.
Very slowly he turned, expecting to see flocks of pigs flying around.
Happosai *never* asked for anything. A look at the old man revealed
that the old man *was* indeed troubled by something. He looked utterly
miserable. "Old Freak, you better explain what's going on."
"Very well. You'd better get Genma and Soun too. I'll explain. But
there's not much time"
A short while later, the four practitioners of Anything Goes were sitting
next to the kitchen table. Soun looked like he had been woken up and Genma,
human for a change, was holding an ice pack on his head. Happosai took out
his pipe, gave it a contemplating look, and put it away. He sighed and began:
"I got a message from an old friend of mine, and he is going to visit today."
"Not Lukkosai?", Ranma interrupted. One old geezer was bad enough, but two.
"No, someone else." Happosai answered. "He's a... Good person, and I... Respect
him." This got a reaction. All three martial artists were making warding signs,
but Happosai ignored them. "He's my old sempai".
Somewhere, a certain Minako Aino sneezed in her sleep. She got it wrong, but
that's nothing unusual.
"...And I wouldn't want him to know of my... habits" Happosai finished, while
drinking his tea. While the three men had listened to Happosai's tale of his
youth, Kasumi had awoken, and started cooking breakfast, still managing to
serve tea to the early risers.
There was a knock at the front door. Happosai panicked. Kasumi went to open the
door. "Grandfather Happosai, there's a gentleman here, who came to visit you.
"Quick, Soun, Genma" Happosai whispered, "Hide my silky darlings! Or Else!"
Soun and Genma Scrambled, while Happosai approached the door, Ranma with him.
There indeed was a man in the door, dressed in Gi and Hakama, messy white hair
on a ponytail. He looked a lot younger than happosai, and was twice as tall,
although Happosai had assured that his sempai was at least ten years older than
him. The man's face, while wrinkled, had a youthful look, and he had a cheery
smile on his face. Also, his face held a distinct feature; A cross-shaped scar
on his left cheeck.
The stranger spoke:"Greetings, Happosai-dono, It has been a while, hasn't it?"
"Indeed it has, Himura-sempai, Indeed it has... Battosai"