Happi Days 2: Week 1, Second Day
all char are (c) way too damn many of the rich and
powerful, i didn't come up with anything but the
situation.
                   Metroanime@aol.com

	The sprinklers had gone off just as the second
period had started. There had also been a telltale
thunk through the pipes, that of water suddenly slamming
into more water that had been in the pipes to begin
with.
	Nabiki quietly pulled her plastic three ring
binder off her desk and held it over her head as the
water came down all around her. It was, unfortunately,
not quite quickly enough to keep her from getting damp.
Then came the shock as she saw exactly WHAT was 
happening in Furinkan Senior High School on this spring 
day.
	Nyanniichuan was her immediate leap of deduction.
Somebody had rigged the sprinklers with the cursed 
waters of Juusenkyo's "Spring Of Drowned Girl" and she
was watching the results with a certain horror. At the
very least this would cut into her sales of photos of
Ranma-chan and Akane.
 	Except that it didn't look like "girl" was 
quite the correct term. "Supermodel" might be a
better description.
	There were a number of women in class who were
wearing the male school uniform, and the uniforms didn't
even come close to fitting correctly. She noted that the
Blue Thunder was one of the former boys who had just 
gone completely into shock and weren't moving beyond
the hands. The hands moving over their own bodies and
reporting that Something Very Bad had just happened.
	Nabiki frowned as she realized that she too had
been affected by the waters. Her figure had been tweaked
but not by much, and she seemed a little shorter though
it was only by a couple of inches at most.
	The water abruptly stopped, though Nabiki 
doubted many of those affected were really capable of
noticing at that point.
	Nabiki waved a hand in front of Kuno's face,
noting no reaction. Moving to the window, she looked
around and noticed a short figure bouncing away from
the school grounds. "Happosai did it."
	Nobody noticed that Nabiki had been sufficiently
rattled that she had just given information away for
free. Only the directed rage they were feeling allowed
some of the people there to feel anything at all.
	Tatewaki Kuno stared down at her breasts for a
brief moment, then drew her bokken. "THAT SORCERER 
SHALL PAY FOR HIS VILE DEEDS!"
	For once, a large number of individuals agreed
with Tatewaki Kuno. The mob began to move, a group of
people that were united by a single purpose. In this 
case it was Vengeance. Later would come the solitary 
heart-searching, the crying and the feelings of loss.
Now was the time to get even. Right now, it was
something to focus on besides what had just happened
to them, and THAT was something gratefully accepted.
	Nabiki watched, idly working on ways that she
could turn this to her advantage. A lot of people would
require their uniforms and regular clothing to be 
altered to fit the changed bodies. Kasumi was good at
such things, perhaps a business opportunity was here?
	Nabiki noted the crowd below. Hiroshi as a
buxom brunette, Daisuke a slender but curvaceous beauty
running nearby, Ukyou -recognizable by her battle 
spatula and having burst out of her breast bindings,
her sister Akane's hair seemed to have lengthened and
her own figure had been enhanced somewhat, a thin 
young lady that could only be Gosunkugi, and all the
other students that she could recognize but altered
into somewhat shapelier young ladies.
	Noting that Tetsuo had been absent from class
today, the usual smirk appeared on her face. She could
contact him and sell him news of this event, or she
could wait till the recent transfer student from Juuban
showed up and be amused as he went into shock. From his
stories, he had seen youma attacking the school, but
how well could he handle THIS?
	Shaking her head, Nabiki went to the bathroom,
as her own breasts were a little too tight against the
fabric of her dress. So it was Nabiki who discovered
that hot water was ineffective. She sold that info
but others gave it away quite freely soon after.
	Then came the thought that Happosai had done
this here, what if he had more of this water, where
would he go next? Nabiki's eyes widened. This was
Very Bad, but she could think of a lot of ways this
could get worse. She had to hurry.
=================================
	Soun turned on the television, the shogi board
would have to wait until Kasumi finished cleaning that
area. What he saw had him immediately call out to the
large panda that was prowling in the kitchen.

VOICEOVER: "...and our reporter in the field is now
 at the site of the disaster!"
	The picture shows a middle-aged man standing
in front of Furinkan High School. For once, there are
no hangers on behind the reporter waving and making
inane statements like "hi mom." Instead the camera is
panning over a crowd of women, some in male school
uniforms, some wearing suits, some wearing gym clothes.
	"Wataru Kurankute reporting for EyeWitness
News. Today at Furinkan Senior High School in Nerima
there was an event even stranger than the usual goings
on. Furinkan has become a School For Girls like their
longtime rival Saint Hebereke, however this has not
been accomplished by a zoning or school policy change."
	Soun and Genma exchanged a glance.
	[This looks bad.] read a sign from Genma-p.
	"My daughters, what has happened to my poor
daughters." Soun began to water the floor.
	Kasumi brought a mop quickly before the wooden
floor could warp. "Oh my. Do you mean they could 
have been turned into girls?"
	Soun and Genma glanced at Kasumi, shrugged, and
turned back to the set. Kasumi smiled.
	A student wearing a t-shirt that was WAY too
damn tight over her breasts was doing an excellent 
imitation of Soun's usual crying jag. "It's GONE! I've
got THESE now, and my life is RUINED! What can I do?
I...I...I'm better stacked than my GIRLFRIEND! WAAAAH!"
<CRUNCH> <THUD> An unidentified woman came up and
started beating the speaker over the head.
	The camera went back to Wataru. "The events
continue to occur throughout Nerima. We have reports
that two eateries were hit by the same unexplained
events!"
	A picture of a young-looking Cologne standing
outside the Nekohanten alongside a Chinese woman in
white with "coke bottle" glasses.
	A picture of Ucchan's with a wet Konatsu and
a damp mailbox being shown. Both the mailbox and the
kunoichi appeared to be yelling at each other. 
	Some woman with circular glasses looking 
thoroughly bewildered outside Dr Tofu's clinic.
	A crowd of gaijin women in clothes that don't
fit right in a similar manner to everyone else's. One
of them is running out of the store with a Sailor Moon
fuku that looks like it will fit.
	A small group of Japanese businesswomen who were
likewise wearing men's clothing that didn't fit at all
right. One was apparently going into hysterics, while
the rest were showing their dedication to the Japanese
ideal of "enduring hardship through stoicism."
	"This film," said Wataru offscreen, "was filmed
during a martial arts match in Nerima's Battlebowl(tm)
Arena by an amateur cameraman."

   A poorly lit scene displayed two muscular men,
each wearing a gi. One wore a red gi and was a 
blond haired gaijin. The other wore a white gi and 
was just as obviously the Japanese home favorite.
White gi: "It has been years since we have fought, are
  you sure that the soft life in America has not made
  you too weak to fight me?"
Red gi: "Get a life, why don't you?"
<SPLASH! SPLASH!> A blur goes by the camera.
  The woman in the white gi went absolutely still
in shock, then realized that the gi is mainly open in
the front. She made a startled sound and covered up.
  The woman in the red gi looked down at herself and
checked to see if they're real. Looking around,
she spotted the cameraman and yelled something. The 
screen abruptly went blank.

	The scene switched back to Wataru. "We're still
trying to analyze the tape to determine what exactly
is going on and determine the authenticity of the" The
newscaster broke off as he looked at something happening
to his left.
<SPLASH! SPLASH!>
	Wataru looked down at herself and fainted. The
camera angle changed to show a short and wrinkled up
old man with some sort of super soaker device in his
hands. He was laughing, and it appeared to be Evil Laugh
#17 (maniacal "I'm so clever" laugh.)

Back at the dojo, Genma and Soun turned pale and visibly
sweated. "M-m-m-master?!"
	"Oh my."

    The figure on the TV pointed a finger at the camera.
"RANMA! I don't know how you knew to avoid school 
today, but all this happening is YOUR fault. If you
don't surrender yourself to my revenge, I will continue
my attacks on ALL YOU HOLD DEAR!" Happosai glanced to
the side. "You've got a lot to answer for. You don't
fight girls? Well, now you won't have ANYONE to spar
with except ME! It's permanent, it affects the mind,
and there's NO CURE! Oops gotta run."
	The camera angle changed again as the camera
operator shows Happosai running, a pack of former 
schoolboys giving hot pursuit. The camera operator's
voice, obviously a young woman, can be heard giving
encouragement to the crowd to do something <censored>
to the little <censored>.

Soun looked at Genma. Genma looked at Soun. Genma 
quietly left and returned with a backpack. Soun hefted
his own backpack. With a nod to each other they exited
the front door.
<SPLASH! SPLASH!> Happosai ran by, pausing just long
enough to target the two fathers and then race ahead
of the pack of schoolgirls.
	Genma, now a 17 year old woman with pale skin
and very dark hair, looked at Soun, now bearing a strong
resemblence to his eldest daughter. Soun exchanged a 
miserable glance with Genma. Turning around they went 
back to the shogi board.
	Kasumi, ever helpful, found a few things of
hers that would fit her father better than that tacky
brown gi. Now why did her father immediately start 
to cry upon seeing the dress?
	The night went otherwise relatively peacefully,
up until Genma realized that Nadoka was likely to take
this in a very unpleasant manner.
============='_^==========================
	Ranma waved as the boat left. The "Chacha
Maru" was one of the weirder ships she'd been on,
but the crew had just assumed that Ranma-chan was
just another Chinese Amazon. There had apparently
been others, tired of rural life, tired of having
to accept their lot in life, or just tired of
taking orders from elders like Cologne, and off
went another of the Amazons, to find a place for
herself in the world at large.
	Some came back,unhappy with the societies
they passed through. Some didn't. Whether they 
had died or found a place of their own, the crew
of the the little smuggler/fishing vessel 
didn't know.
	Ranma-c suspected that the crewmen DID
know what had happened to some of those missing
Amazons, and that the Amazons in question had
either adapted to life in the outside world or
were just afraid to go back and face the Elders.
	Pulling her backpack up on one shoulder,
Ranma-c started down the path that the first
mate had stated would lead to a village that
they did business with. One of the villages
that supplied items that weren't traded in
normal society. Instant Juusenkyo water,
love potions, cursed items, "genuine" Amazon
fetishes and the like weren't actually 
illegal but weren't something reputable 
dealers wanted any part of. Hence the
smugglers in the "gray market."
	Just having a Juusenkyo curse 
had "proven" that he was of the Amazon
village- one of the runaway men who was
likely tired of being beaten on without
being allowed to fight back. That she
had denied it, and refused to speak
Chinese had been further "proof" that
the original conclusion had been
correct.
	Ranma desperately hoped they
had something to eat besides fish...
==========-------------------==========
	"Tsubasa, you look so cute in
that dress," Ukyou said with a bright
smile. "Konatsu, that's very pretty on
you."
	Both women blushed at Ukyou's
praise, Tsubasa regarding the entire
event as a nightmare that she could
only hope would be over soon.
	Konatsu regarded this as a 
birth defect that had literally been
washed away, finally. No doubt Ukyou
would come to appreciate her more now.
	A small pow-wow had been held
in the Tendo dojo, with a lot of 
people deciding what the heck to do
about Happosai.
	One of the most unexpected
reactions had been Cologne. Now 
young and attractive again, it had
been expected that she would have
welcomed the change. Instead she
had started out being thoroughly
pissed. She was gradually adapting
to the concept, but still wanted
to catch "Happi" and soak him in
his own springwater. At least 
that's how she wanted to START.
	Daisuke sniffled. "...
and my mother thinks it's cute,
she says she'd always wanted a
daughter anyway, and..."
	"...and bought you all
sorts of cute little outfits,
right?" Hiroshi finished. 
	"You too?" Gozunkugi
felt part of a group, which
was nice, but really wished
it wasn't under these sort of
circumstances.
	"Spatula girl such good
friend," sniffled Shampoo. "With
ai ren away, Shampoo never see
what good person Spat-Ukyou is."
	"I am the Blue Thun..
aw screw it. I look more like
the Blue Rose..."
	"So why ARE you wearing
one of your sister's fuku?"
	"It's not like SHE ever
wears it. Besides, have you seen
how often that kendo outfit pops
open?" Tate-chan looked pained.
	"Oh, Dr Tofu, you look
so cute like that."
	"Oh, Kasumi, heh heh."
	"Order, please," said
Akane from the podium. "We know
the little lech is out there
blasting people with his water
cannon until Ranma shows up and
he can get his revenge."
	Sayuri looked up from
where she was monitoring a
pocket radio. "They just had
an update, Happosai just hit
a group of police officers in
downtown Tokyo. They're giving
chase."
	"They'll never catch
him." Cologne stood up. "They
failed to catch him after he
crashed that diplomatic party
and spiked the punch bowl with
this Juusenkyo water."
	Everyone nodded at that.
That had turned into a debacle
when Happi had run into a crowded
shopping mall.
	Sayuri continued. "The 
announcer says that over six
hundred people have been affected 
so far."
	"Tokyo is just getting to
be too much," Yuka said to Nabiki.
	"Yeah, you used to know
where you stand." Nabiki felt a
sudden urge and excused herself.
"Uhm, Kasumi, I think I'll go
make some snacks, do you mind?"
	Kasumi nodded but looked
puzzled. Nabiki wanted to cook?
Kasumi was just hoping that she
wouldn't charge TOO much.
	"I'm just glad I cut school
today," said one young man just 
before he was beaten into the floor.
--------------------*_*----------
	Happosai looked at his last
remaining gallon of cursewater. Where
was Ranma? He'd have to abandon this
plot soon, and he just couldn't admit
failure at this point.
	A single liter of the undiluted
full-strength water was enough to curse
one individual permanently. 3.78 liters
to the gallon. He'd managed to curse an
awful lot of people.
	Maybe he'd gotten a little 
carried away, but self-restraint was
not one of his strengths.
	Happosai returned his gaze to
the schoolyard below his perch atop
the clocktower. "Where are you, Ranma?"
	He'd watched from a ventilation
shaft the fun at the ambassadorial party
as the guests drank of the punch bowl
that he had tainted. Upon hearing them
talk of the "tingly" flavor, he had 
known that it was working though not
as quickly or as obviously as immersion
would.
	It had taken an hour for the
first guest to start manifesting the
symptoms. Then had come the panic, as
more and more of the guests began to
change.
	Happosai grinned at the memory.
Ah, but that one especially had been so
sweet. There was a manhunt for Ranma,
and now one for Happosai after the name
had come to light from an anonymous tip.
	Since it had come immediately
after the reward was posted, but before
the reward had become common knowledge,
Happosai knew that it had Nabiki that
had given the police information about
him. He'd have his revenge on HER soon
enough.
	A patrol car drove up to the
front of the school and Happosai ducked
back into the shadows. 
----------------^_^;;---------------
	Ranma finished stacking the crates,
collected his money, and started out for
a dinner at the little diner across the
street. Unlike the Amazon Village this one
was fairly near the coast and was 
relatively modern.
	The food was simple fare, but
cheap and plenty of it. He loved the
"All You Can Eat" special, though the
crowd that developed as he went through
enough food to feed most of the village
was unnerving.
	Ranma sat back after nearly an
hour and smiled. He wondered how Akane
was doing, then scowled. Why was he 
thinking about an uncute tomboy anyway?
The truth was, he did miss her. He
missed talking to Ukyou. He even missed
Shampoo, though he wouldn't admit the
last one.
	They were all better off without
him anyway, wasn't that what Akane was
always saying? How much she wanted him
gone, out of her life, and that she 
wished she had never met him? He couldn't
do anything about the last one, but he
HAD done the first two.
	Maybe he ought to at least send
a postcard, letting everyone know that
he was OK. He smiled. Yeah, that would
be good. That he was going to Juusenkyo
and finally going to get CURED.
	Ranma looked over at the selection
of postcards and finally selected one
that showed the harbor of Hong Kong. Who
to send it to? His father. No, he didn't
owe HIM anything. Akane? Nah, she'd 
probably just get pissed over something
in her own head. Nabiki? She'd charge 
everyone for news about him. Kasumi?
	The idea clicked. Kasumi would
make sure everyone knew, and wouldn't
charge exorbitant fees. Yeah, this 
could work.
	There WAS a cure to Juusenkyo.
Master Po had mentioned that there
were pools and springs for each basic
type of magic. Some were hidden, some
only appeared under certain circumstances
and some had magical protections.
	Ryugenzawa had the Spring Of
Life- curative magic. Juusenkyo embodied
change or Transformation magic. Master
Po, restauranteur and Chinese Mage, had
mentioned another two springs that he
knew of: one in Malaysia that embodied
the magic of Transportation, and another
hidden one in a place called Sedona 
which was a pool of Divination.
	Setting down to write, Ranma
outlined where he was and what he was
doing. Drawing on his vague memories
of what had gone on when he left the
dojo, he made some basic assumptions.
	Akane had been pounding on
him, saying how much she hated him.
Nabiki had sold him out again, which
proved how much contempt SHE had for
him. There had been the new fiancee,
that he mostly remembered being sold
out by his father again.
	Conclusion: he'd been sold out
by Nabiki and his father and then 
thrown out of the dojo. This made 
perfect sense to Ranma based on the
fragmented memories he still had of
that night. Unfortunately for Ranma,
it was not accurate.
---------------^_^;;-------------
stopping here again for limitation 
purposes on the mail program.
more definitions:____
Dojo: training hall, esp for martial arts.
Juusenkyo, Jyusenkyo, Jusenkyo, etc.: frankly
 i've seen so many different spellings up on
 the web that i've just given up on trying to
 use most of the Japanese style names and am
 just using the closest translation (ie:using
 "Amazon Village"). The math on how much of
 the water is needed, concentration factor,
 etc is my own invention. Can't help it, I'm
 a nuts-and-bolts mechanic type, I have to
 know HOW something works. This was what I
 came up with as far as seemed logical. The
 creator of Ranma 1/2, Rumiko Takahashi, is
 NOT apparently driven to explore the 
 mechanics of anything she creates, which
 leaves it to lesser lights such as myself
 to come up with this stuff.