Happi Days Revisited (teaser)
        a Ranma 1/2 fanfic by metroanime@mindspring.com
characters from Ranma 1/2 are tm Rumiko Takahashi.
        this will be started after the revision of Happi Days
is finished and posted to some of the non-anime sites
which deal with these kinda stories. in the meantime,
enjoy if possible.
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 I lean against a wall, waiting to see my
family for the first time in a little over a year, and
amuse myself by watching the crowd.

 Particularly amusing are the double 
takes, the leers that turn amusingly frightened,
and the few brave souls that actually look 
intrigued.

 I am quite well acquainted with what
I look like. Long, slender, limbs. Long black hair
with an odd green highlight to it. Almond shaped
eyes tinted greenish-blue. Ocean eyes, I've been
told. Firm, full, breasts atop a taut, slender, waist.
Wide hips, firm but ample butt. Yup, I could wear
a paisley mumu and still stop traffic.

 I'm also 6'9" and don't wear high heels.
Chinese slippers are my usual footwear. 

 To many I'm a gaijin, an outsider here
in Japan. To the Department, I'm a comrade, a 
fellow officer on the beat. To the Nichieju 
Amazons, I am a sister of the tribe. To those
who are Cursed, I am a fellow afflicted.

 To my Elder, Cologne, I am that
overtall, underfast, clumsy oaf who will have
to do as an otherwise useless pupil until she
can find someone better. Now known by a 
proper Amazon tribal name as Brick.

    I think she likes me.

 Also formerly the student known as
Ri Ku. Formerly an American otaku or fanboy
of Japanese Animation known as Richard.

         Some of those in the crowd
know who and what I am. Some react in
disgust that this woman towering over
the Japanese sararimen was actually an
American man a little over a year ago.

 Some nod greetings, and I
nod back. More than a few women give
me a bow of respect. Not merely because
I am a member of the Nerima Police 
Department: Amazon Auxilary. But 
because they can remember me and
my squad "educating" would be 
predators on the fallacy of women
being weak and helpless.

 Not that there aren't some
women who are hopeless in a fight.
There's more guys than will admit it
who are likewise good at many things,
but just lousy at being warriors. But
I can crush bricks in these soft and
slender hands and both Kasumi and 
Shampoo can kick my butt around the 
PD dojo. And, yes, they are both women.

 It used to be that they could
do it without raising a sweat. Now our
fight sequences are being filmed as 
research for "Dragonball" style anime.
Neat, huh? I can't wait to learn a chi
blast or that "Breaking Point" stuff.

 Ah, my Honored Mother and
my Father have arrived, little brother in
tow. Now how do I tell them of the danger?

 You see, one year ago, the
perpetrator of the Cursing Of Nerima
was dealt with by my squad leader, 
Kasumi Tendo. A blow of righteous
justice that inflicted the worm Happosai
with his own cursed water.

 Unfortunately, all the later
curses turned out to be reversible. It 
took time, but the "always on" aspect
of the curse faded in those individuals
and hot water would then restore them
to normal.

 Some took a week, most took
two weeks. Happosai vanished one day
three months ago, and we later learned
that it was during a hot soak in her furo.

 Somewhere out there, we know,
Happi's back.