[Not sure if it got through the first time I sent it. Reposting. If
it did get through, my profound apologies.]

[Here's an idea that I thought of recently. In the OAV there was an
evil oni that possessed humans and compelled them to do 'evil' things
(Faster, Kasumi! Kill!!). Kasumi was possessed, but her pure innocence
diluted the evil to mere childish pranks. How about an oni that
focuses on sex, lust and perversion? unlike Happosai who is just a
perverted old man, this oni gathers energy by engaging in sexual acts,
the more different acts, with the more people, the better. It
Possesses a person and compels them much the way the evil oni did, ex-
cept this oni has minor compulsion powers, to... encourage... the
people to go along with the fun. We could also have lots of fun knock-
ing the oni in and out of different people, causing major havoc. Who
wants me to write this? I can imagine how it would start...]

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"Hey, Akane, do you really think Kasumi would like any of this junk?"
Ranma was bored. This old junk shop Akane had taken him to was dusty
and full of, well, junk. He could think of a thousand things he'd
rather be doing than this.

"Positive, Ranma! Kasumi loves old things. We just need to find the
right gift, that's all." Akane picked up an old-looking clock from
a shelf. "Hmm..." She checked it all over, then shook her head and put
it down. She moved down the aisle, examining various items of
interest.

Ranma was bored, bored, BORED. 'Goddamn dust!' He sneezed, and acci-
dentally banged into a table that had some old pottery. One of the
pieces, a vial, toppled off the table and landed with a smash, break-
ing into three pieces. A small piece of paper that had been wrapped
around the stopper came loose, and fluttered away under the table.
"Aw, shit," he grumbled, gathering the shards. "Guess I'll have to pay
for this junk."

Heading up to the front, he put the shards on the counter. "How much
is it," he sighed. The curator looked at the pot with wide eyes.

"Sir, this wasn't for sale!"

Ranma groaned. Even better, a priceless piece of junk. "So what do I
gotta do to pay ya back?"

"You can keep it! Don't worry about it." The curator assured him.
Ranma brightened.

"Really? Alright! Thanks, mister!" Ranma, too happy that he hadn't
destroyed anything important, didn't notice the curator's relieved
look.

'Thank god that thing is gone for good,' the curator thought to him-
self. 'The sooner it's out of here, the better. Wait - it's been
opened? Oh man...' The curator briefly considered telling the boy what
he had released, but then decided that the boy had whatever was coming
to him. 'Not that he looks like he needs it, stud that he is.' He
thought enviously. 'He's in for a bit of a suprise.'

Ranma, caught up in his relief, met Akane who had found something, a
large crystal ball, to give to Kasumi. Kasumi's birthday was coming
up, and Akane wanted to find something good. "Do you think she'll like
this?" Akane asked.

"Yeah, sure Akane." Ranma said. 'Whatever.' Akane shrugged her
shoulders.

"Well, there's no rush. I'll come back tomorrow, maybe I'll find some-
thing then."

"Why'd you bring me along, anyway? Couldn't you've come by yourself?"
Ranma asked, irritated. Akane glared back at him.

"I thought you might be interested in finding out what Kasumi likes,
after all. Or have you gotten her a gift already?" Akane asked archly.
Ranma looked away and shrugged his shoulders helplessly. Akane
smirked. "Thought so. We'll come back tomorrow. It's almost time for
supper. I've got something really nice planned for you!" She started
racing home, which was good because she couldn't see the look of
unholy terror that passed over Ranma's face. After a few seconds, he
shook his head and followed her.

'Maybe I can convince Kasumi to give her a hand,' he thought hope-
lessly. 'Or maybe not. Well, there's always Ucchan.' He brightened
considerably, thinking about the eats to come as he ran down the
street after his fiancee.

Behind him, a thin stream of smoke oozed out of the dusty shop and
followed him down the street. At the head of the stream, two thin
red eyes beheld the young martial artist who had freed it. 'Perfect,'
came the dark thought. 'He will suit my... tastes... well.'
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[Wow, this became a bit more than just an idea. Should I continue
this? It'd probably become a lemon. Since this is a male-type oni, it
probably won't go male-male, but female-female is good, as is
male-female and female-male. Yes, Ranma will probably do a guy as a
girl. As to whether the oni will be in Ranma or the guy, I haven't
decided. Probably Ranma. Lots and LOTS of sex. Maybe this could be the
next Shikima Interface? I don't want to go over ground already
covered, but wouldn't this be a fun idea to write? What do you think?]

If you want me to write it, email me privately with your comments and
suggestions on what to do with it. Right now, my only ideas are for
the oni to catch up with Ranma when he's heading to Ucchan's after a
forcible airlift by Akane for refusing to eat her cooking. Hmmm..

"Ohh... RANchan...."

Hehehe...

Thomas Hood
thood3@hotmail.com