Well, Greetings everyone.  I recently joined FFML.. I hope to hear from 
everyone eventually about one thing or another.  
This is the 1st idea I ever bothered to write out.. please C&C.  Flame if you 
like.. I don't mind being burned.



"Dead Run"  Part 1

Ranma 1/2 was created and is owned by people other than me.  
Inspired by the works of Niel Gaiman.  


Nerima district
Tokyo,
Japan

    The night, like nights before it, was dark.  People slept during the 
night, and the night was seen as lonely and antisocial. An occasional figure 
could be seen scurrying from one thing to the next, but they never stopped to 
say anything pleasant. They would grumble about the cold, or the shadows, or 
ramble a string of curses as they hurried for their destination. But once in 
a great while a friend would be made, or stop in for a visit. These where the 
people the night loved, and danced within them. These where the people and 
creatures it would take by the hand and lead along the streets singing silent 
praises to them with its windy voice. This night was joyous. 

    A little figure, roughly about 60 cm (2 feet) in height, bounded from one 
roof top to the next, stopping to inspect each window or porch he came 
across. Grubby hands would snatch things and stuff them in to a half full 
sack the little man carried slung over his back.  Then hop and bounce along 
his way to the next victim, until his sack was bulging and no more could be 
stuffed in. The thief, for that was what he was, whimpered pitifully and 
started to bounce his way home.

    Happosai landed on the window ledge to his room, bag bouncing against his 
back. He had left the window to his room open as he did every night he went 
'out.' A smell of rot, dirt and musk assaulted his nose, to which he paid no 
mind; your room would smell that way too if you never cleaned it. Kasumi 
would not set a foot in HIS room, so dirty it stayed.  Happosai hopped into 
his room and unslung the bag from his back, immediately dumping the contents 
of women's undergarments into a heap on the floor.  He dove in, giggling like 
a demented freak; which was appropriate, because he was. A rustle of clothing 
near his futon and the underlying smell of preservatives was enough to 
momentarily distract the little goblin, and he looked up into the moon lit 
darkness. 
    
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    She had laid there patiently for over an hour.  She had entered through 
the front door, had not bothered to take off her shoes; tracking thick sticky 
mud into the house.  That was quite inconsiderate and unproper, she reflected.

    It wasn't the greatest way to make an entrance, she knew, and had been 
vaguely disappointed that he hadn't been in his room. She had waited nearly 2 
decades to meet him, a few more hours wouldn't hurt.  Patience was a virtue 
she had come to appreciate.

    She rolled her head slowly towards the noise at the window. A little 
moving lump looking creature perched briefly on the window edge before 
dropping into the room with a tiny thump. It removed a sack and emptied the 
contents onto the floor before disappearing into the small hill it had made.

    Her wait over, she sat up.

    Happosai eyed the woman sitting on his bed carefully.  He knew her. He 
would have known her, to put it lamely, anywhere. Her short curly brown hair, 
at one time combed and styled, now looked neglected and in need of washing.  
She wore a modest soft blue dress and flat heeled blue shoes, caked thickly 
with mud. Her face was pretty and kind looking, with plush lips, and large 
brown eyes. The moonlight played across her, causing her to seem pale and 
sickly.

    He remained where he was, a feeling of awe and surprise taking root in 
the base of his spine.

    "Are you," she paused "Happosai?"

    Happosai eyes narrowed the slightest. "Might be, deary." He frowned. 

    "I have waited a long time to meet you." She said.

    "Kimiko.. What are you doing here?" He felt he should be afraid, maybe 
screaming for his life, but he just sat there in the pile of underwear. 
Kimiko crawled closer to him, her movements fluid and easy. Not stiff at all.

    "I thought I would stop by for a visit. Can't a woman visit her loved 
ones."

    "Not a dead woman, Kimiko," Happosai stated dryly. "They're supposed to 
stay in their graves."

    Kimiko tilted her head to one side and looked at him and didn't look at 
him. "It would seem that way," She replied. "But once you die it seems not."

    Happosai gave her a strange look, before she stood up.

    "I came to tell you, Happosai, to watch my family. They need someone to 
watch them and I'm enlisting you to help me. Understand?" At his nod she bent 
and kissed him on top of his bald head. Her lips where cold and dry. She 
smelled of chemicals and bile and if there had been any doubt in him to begin 
with, that this woman was not dead, it would have vanished.

    "Get some sleep, Happosai. And don't cause any trouble."  Kimiko smiled 
and gracefully turned on her heels and left. Left his room and left the 
house. Happosai sat in his treasures and shuddered. 

That had not been normal, even for his standards. He gazed at the muddy foot 
prints. They lead into his room then out again and down the hall.. She had 
not woken any of the others, which would mean she didn't want them to 
know....Happosai got up and went to get Kasumi's mop and bucket, he spent the 
next 2 hours cleaning graveyard mud from the floors.
    
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Well... here is the first fanfic I have manage to post...and may even get a 
few chapters up within the week.. yay.
Let me know what you think. It will make the story more enjoyable. heh.
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