This is a short spamfic which my sister wrote up and asked me to type up and 
post for the FFML at large.  It might or might not end up on my 
page...depends upon the response probably :)  At any rate, all comments and 
C&C should either be public or sent to both myself and my sister, who can be 
reached at FEFE2KIWI@aol.com.  If it does go on the webpage a new title 
probably needs to be thought up, but this one will do for now.

Adrian Gemini
http://gozips.uakron.edu/~zema/ranma.html

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The Grape of Happosai's Eye
by
Adriana Gemini
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	Happosai leaned back, drawing a deep lungful of smoke from the pipe 
resting loosely in his hand.  A contented sigh escaped from his lips, the 
workout he had just enjoyed was enough to fulfill even his bountiful 
appetites and allow him to enjoy the serene quiet of the night...so long as 
his purple haired goddess lay beside him at any rate.  Ahh!  His beautiful 
lavender lily, a single squeeze from his girl and he was more energized than 
if he had taken his due from ten other women.  The games they played in 
public, icing on the cake in his opinion.  Her apparently fleeing his 
attentions, the chase...and of course the reward when he finally caught her.  
Truthfully, it was his only reason for staying in Nerima.  
	Oh sure, seeing his old students and playing their little games with 
them was fun.  But one could only enjoy being mashed into small objects and 
ambushed without warning for so long.  And one couldn't forget Ranma-chan, 
what master wouldn't be pleased with such an apt pupil--who turned into a 
buxom young women with the simple application of water.  Who wouldn't be 
thrilled?  Anyone would surely wish to be here, hell, he had even seen his 
surrogate "daughter" Hinako-chan.  It had been fun, no doubts.
	Happosai turned and caressed his love's beautiful face.  All of that 
would have meant nothing if he hadn't found her here though.  How he loved to 
watch as she bounced through the streets of Nerima, her long, flowing hair 
shimmering in the morning light as she chased down young Ranma.  All to keep 
up the act of course.
	He sighed, the memory of her silky young skin still fresh in his 
mind.  It was so vivid to him that it was as if that tender flesh was still 
flushed under his tender ministrations.  Instead of having faded over the 
three hundred years they had known each other.  Yes, his Cologne-chan was 
quite the woman.  He turned to her and said, "You know Cologne-chan, we might 
have shrunk with age, and your violet tresses bleached to the color of the 
purest lily, but you still have it, dear."
	Happosai leapt out of the bed and grabbed a pair of her panties to 
begin tonight's collection.  "See you tomorrow, my sweet," Happosai crowed 
before he vanished into the dark recesses of the night.
	Cologne shook her head slightly, "I'll never understand what I see in 
that man."

The Grape is a bit withered (in fact its probably closer to a raisin now), 
but its still there for Happi ;) *shudder*