Hi all.  This is my first fan-fic attempt, and naturally, I'm 
writing myself into the story just as any Otaku would :)
Feel free to rip on this as much as you want -- It'll only 
make me write better :)

Oh, and if you come up with a better idea for the title, 
please let me know ^_^

PS: For all those non-Korean's out there, the mom in this story
represents the stereotypical Korean-mom.  Now that I think about
it, there might be a bit more to that stereotype than i thought :)
  
To make the rest of the story easier later on, I'm considering erasing
my character's Korean heritage, and making him Japanese-American instead.
Let me know what you all think.


A Ranma 1/2 Fanfic
by David H. Lee
davelee@mail.princeton.edu


The New Arrival
Chapter 1: Yet another peaceful night in Nerima.


"Kia!" Thock! The wooden dummy resounded from yet another solid
impact.  Thock!  "This is so boring," David said, addressing
the caricature painted onto the dummy.  Thock!  A few punches
later he stopped to inhale a deep breath.  Suddenly he exploded
into action, landing a string of twelve blows on the various
protruding wooden appendages before him.  "Not bad," he thought,
"that speed training is finally starting to pay off."  A woman's
head suddenly appeared behind him before he could rest a beat.

"David!" a shrill voice shouted.  "Come inside and get ready for
school!" 

"Yes mom," he replied weakly.  Somehow, his mother managed to get
her way with him every time they argued.  He had long since given
in to his fate.  "That voice just wasn't natural," he thought with
a smirk.  

David's mom wasn't very impressed at the sight of her son apparently
daydreaming in the middle of the yard.  She tossed the medium sized
spatula in her hand almost like a bo shuriken straight at her son,
"David! Stop standing there with that dumb look on your face, and
get moving!" The spatula bounced off the boy's head.  "How do you 
expect to get into Harvard if you're late to school all the time?"


"Ow that hurt!"  he exclaimed, rubbing the point of impact with 
his left hand.  He was about to say more, until he saw the sour
expression on her face.  However, the spatula had  served 
its purpose well, and he jogged over to the house and went inside. 
A few minutes later he came downstairs dressed in a polo shirt, a
pair of khaki's and brown loafers.  He quickly snatched up his 
backpack leaning up against the foyer wall and stepped outside.
"I'm destined to become Dr. Lee, or David Lee, Esquire," he mumbled
to himself. "I'm going to get a great SAT score, get into Harvard,
then go to law or med school.  Or so she says," he sighed.  He
no longer had any control over his life, as his mom had decided
to live her life vicariously through him ever since he had shown 
any signs of being rather intelligent.  He tried to despise her,
but found that he couldn't, knowing that she really did what she
did because she cared.  Really, his life was more than anyone 
could ask for.  But if only there were some excitement ...

			*	*	*

It was a typical evening in the Nerima District of Tokyo.  The 
serene visage of the full moon smiled at the homes arranged so
neatly below her.  But then, a small figure began to move rapidly
across the picture perfect scene, carrying what appeared to be
an oversized spherical duffel bag... full of underwear?  A chorus
of female screams echoed through the neighborhood.  "Hentai!
Iyarashii!  Pervert!  How disgusting!"  Deftly dodging the assorted
projectiles aimed in his general direction, Happousai leapt from
roof to roof, heading for the Tendou Dojo.  

"What a haul, what a haul!" he exclaimed in excitement.  With a 
rare bit of luck, he had managed to escape unscathed from his
nightly raid.  "Now if I could only top off this perfect night
with a pair of Akane's panties!" 

			*	*	*

Ranma woke up with a yawn, feeling the pressure in his bladder.
He got up and started to walk to the bathroom when he heard the
piercing scream.  Rushing quickly to the source of the outburst, 
he was greeted by the sight of a wide-eyed Happousai rubbing his
face back and forth between Akane's breasts.  "Why you dirty old,"
he started, his hands starting to glow from anger, "Pervert!" he
finished, sending the old master out the window on a sub-orbital 
trajectory.  

"Arigatou, Ranma," said a startled Akane, as she tried to pull
herself together.

"Heh it was nothing," Ranma boasted, "'sides I can't have him 
groping my fiancee can I?"

"Ranma ... " said Akane softly, her eyes widening slightly in 
surprise.

"Besides," he continued, oblivious to her presence, "who else
would want to feel up a kawaikunee irokeganee tomboy like you
hah hah ha-"

A faint blue light illuminated the room briefly.  Akane wound
up, and uppercutted Ranma before he could finish his sentence.
"Ranma no BAKA!!!"  

Ranma was enjoying his daily ride through the atmosphere with
his usual cheery attitude.  "Hmph how uncute can she get," he
thought, right as he splashed down in the carp pond behind the
Dojo. "Kuso..." he said to himself, "now I gotta take a bath
before I go back to bed."  He sighed loudly, feeling his now
enlargened chest protruding from the top of his tank top. 
"If only I wasn't cursed... All I ever wanted was a nice, 
normal life."

Meanwhile, Happousai continued on his unscheduled international
flight.  The roof of a public bath-house rushed to meet his face.
As he passed painfully through it, however, he was greeted by 
the distinct sound of women gossiping with each other.  "Pretty
ladies!" he sang in rejoice.  He landed with a large SPLOOSH.

Motivated by the mental image of nubile, young, and naked women, he 
quickly righted himself.  His water logged vision slowly cleared,
and the human outlines resolved into the sensuous, luscious, 
lascivious bodies of ... the Chinese women's swim team?  A large
pectoral muscle flexed in front of him, followed by a rather deep, 
but female voice, "What you doing here old man?"  Happousai began 
to sob as he failed to locate even a single normal woman.  Several 
strong pairs of hands latched onto the old pervert.  "Now you die!"  

Several minutes later, the women exited, with looks of
disgust on their faces.  A small bloody hand reached up to grab
the the tiled floor.  Happousai managed to heft himself up
out of the water, coughing up a little blood.  "Ranma! You'll 
pay for this!" he croaked, and fainted on the spot. 

			*	*	*

A battered yet determined old midget crawled over the stone wall 
surrounding the Tendou residence.  The water that had been dripping
from his water-logged clothing began to steam as a powerful red aura
rippled and grew around him.  The figure reached into his tunic 
and pulled out a stick of incense.  Deftly he tossed it into the 
air.  As it hovered above the roof, a bolt of red energy flashed
through it, causing it to vaporize.  "Ranma! Tonight I shall have
my revenge!" he cackled.  Bringing his palms together he recited
an incantation.  Slowly, he parted them, and a vortex formed, like
an angry eye.  "Come forth, and do my bidding!"  

Suddenly, all was silent. "What?! Where's my demon?" Happousai 
said in shock.  Disappointed, he began to sob with his head buried
in a bra.  "Ranma! I'll get you next time!"

			*	*	*

David pulled off his shirt and jeans and tossed them into the corner
as he headed for bed.  "Well at least nothing bad happened today,"
he said to himself, "well actually, nothing at all happened... bleah
I wish something... anyth--"  WHOOSH!

"Come forth and do my bidding!" command a voice emanating from the
large red vortex that exploded into existence not a foot in front of
him.  Startled, his foot caught on a stray pile of clothing sending
him head-first into the disturbance.  

"Umph!"  He landed on something soft.  "Where the hell am I?  This
isn't my room."  Then, he felt it -- them rather.  Two globular,
soft, breasts?!

			*	*	*

Akane had a big silly grin on her face as she dreamt about a
different kind of Ranma. 'Akane! Suki da!' he said, breathless. 

'Ranma! Atashi mo anta no koto ga suki wa yo!' came her cute reply.
Ranma gently pusher her down onto the bed as she guided his hands
to her chest.  'Unn..' she mumbled, then suddenly her eyes flicked
open.  "Nani?!" she said in confusion, noticing that Ran- er someone
had his hands _there_.  Looking up, her gaze locked with the
perpetrator's. 

"Uh... Uh..."  a speechless David babbled.  Deciding that survival
was the better part of valor, he rose quickly to his feet and backed
away as quickly as his fear paralyzed feet could take him.  

Akane bolted upright as her blue aura grew bright enough to illuminate
the room.  Driven by reflex, she quickly caught up to the intruder.
It happened swiftly, leaving a hand shaped indentation, WHAP!
Footsteps approached the room quickly, and someone entered the room.
Oblivious to the new arrivals, Akane introduced the intruder's head 
to her left palm, not bothering to remove her right hand first.

David and Akane squinted as the room quickly brightened.  Ranma's hand
nearly pulled the light switch out of the wall, as his jaw dropped,
and he struggled to keep his eyes attached to his head.  He looked 
over to the strange teenager, dressed only in boxer shorts, then up
to his face, which was being held by both of Akane's hands.  Trying
for scything remark, he managed, "A-ka-ne."

Akane suddenly noticed her proximity with the stranger and broke eye 
contact.  She turned her head slowly to the door.  "Ranma ... Kasumi ...
Nabiki ,.. Otoosan ... Saotome-ojisan ..." A look of pure horror
crossed her face as she turned a bright shade of red.  Her hands
whipped out in front of her as she made waving motions, "Chigau wa yo!
Chigau! It's not what it looks like! I.. It.. He.." 

"My own daughter! Under my own roof!" sobbed Souun, "Wah! Saotome-kun,
now our families will never be joined!"

"A-ra! Oh my," said a startled Kasumi, her delicate hands balled up into 
little fists under her chin.

"Hmmm.. I never knew you had it in you Akane," smirked Nabiki through 
a small grin.  She raised an eyebrow as she appraised the male figure
before her, "Say he's kinda cute."

"A-ka-ne" was all Ranma could manage a second time.  A new aura began
to flare up around around Akane.  She raised both her arms above her
head and a large mallet materialized in her grip.  She brought it down
swiftly on David's head in a well-practiced stroke, as Ranma continued 
to twitch over by the door.  "Hentai!! Sukebe!! Pervert!!" she cried as
she brought the mallet up for a second attempt.  

Thankfully, he lost consciousness after the first blow.