This is the first fanfiction i ve ever posted. Q C&C (questions comments
critisms) are welcomed.I apoligize if it comes across formatted
strangely.

Disclaimer: These fine characters are the property of Takahashi
Rumiko.They are being borrowed without permission,but i ll give them
back.
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Panties

"Eekk,pervert , Get him !! Hee,hee,hee what a haul,what a haul !!",
echoed in a small section of Nerima on this spring afternoon.A not so
strange sight attached to these sounds  was a small,old man with a huge
sack on his back hopping down the road. Just in front of a storm of
*very* angry women."C'mon ladies can't you keep up with me?",the old man
cackled."Ah life was sweet ",he thought as he accelerated back to the
Tendou Dojo. Later he stood atop the dojo wall, watching his best
"student",waiting to strike."Geez,Akane",Ranma's voice floated out,"the
way you're swinging we oughta be sparring at the zoo!" "Why,you..." Now.
"Hi,Ranma you look hot! Take a break and cool off !!",Happy shouted,
pulling a bucket of water from no where as he was known to do. *Splash*
Ranma-kun became onna-Ranma. Happy snuggled in close. A *pissed off*
onna-Ranma."Dammit,Jiji ,ACT YOUR AGE!!", Ranma screamed.His hand swept
out at near chestnut speed and pile drived the old pervert into the
ground."Oogg ",was Happy's  response.

Midnight. Happy put down a silky darling, Ranma's words echoing in his
mind. "ACT YOUR AGE!!" No. "ACT YOUR" No! "AGE!!"No!! He could not,would
not."Air, need some air",he thought as he stumbled to the window and on
to the roof. The words returned with greater force,"ACT YOUR AGE!!"
"Noo,i wont!!", Happy shouted. I..I'll die. Memories flooded him
life,death,love,martial arts. He was a Master despite what people
thought of him. His skills had kept him alive over 300 years. But at
what cost? He had no family,no heirs. He had loved to be sure but they
were all dust now. It was all he could do just to get people to
acknowledge him. No fame or glory he wanted,just reconginition that he
existed. He knew what happened to others much,much younger than him in
nursing homes,asylums hospitals. Broken,wasting away ,forgotten.Dead.
No, not him.He lived on,would continue to live on."How much longer??",he
thought.

If you were out late walking in Nerima district this spring night, you
might have heard a strange sound coming from one of the roofs. A very
old and lonely man.......crying.


Thank you con3@webtv.net           Remenber Q C&C would be appreciated!