~~~~~~~~ The Grape of Happosai's Eye by Jaqueline Zema, 

                   with input from James Zema ~~~~~~~~~~~~~



Happosai leaned back, drawing a deep lungful of smoke from

the pipe resting loosely in his hand.  A contented sigh

escaped from his lips, the workout he had just enjoyed was

enough to fulfill even his bountiful appetites and allow

him to enjoy the serene quiet of the night...so long as his

purple haired goddess lay beside him at any rate. Ahh!  His

beautiful lavender lily, a single squeeze from his girl and

he was more energized than if he had taken his due from ten

other women.  The games they played in public, icing on the

cake in his opinion.  Her apparently fleeing his

attentions, the chase...and of course the reward when he

finally caught her.  Truthfully, it was his only reason for

staying in Nerima.  



Oh sure, seeing his old students and playing their little

games with them was fun.  But one could only enjoy being

mashed into small objects and ambushed without warning for

so long.  And one couldn't forget Ranma-chan, what master

wouldn't be pleased with such an apt pupil--who turned into

a buxom young women with the simple application of water.

Who wouldn't be thrilled?  Anyone would surely wish to be

here, hell, he had even seen his surrogate "daughter"

Hinako-chan.  It had been fun, no doubts.



Happosai turned and caressed his love's beautiful face. 

All of that would have meant nothing if he hadn't found her

here though.  How he loved to watch as she bounced through

the streets of Nerima, her long, flowing hair shimmering in

the morning light as she chased down young Ranma.  All to

keep up the act of course.



He sighed, the memory of her silky young skin still fresh

in his mind.  It was so vivid to him that it was as if that

tender flesh was still flushed under his tender

ministrations.  Instead of having faded over the three

hundred years they had known each other.  Yes, his Cologne-

chan was quite the woman.  He turned to her and said, "You

know Cologne-chan, we might have shrunk with age, and your

violet tresses bleached to the color of the purest lily,

but you still have it, dear."



Happosai leapt out of the bed and grabbed a pair of her

panties to begin tonight's collection.  "See you tomorrow,

my sweet," Happosai crowed before he vanished into the dark

recesses of the night.



Cologne shook her head slightly, "I'll never understand

what I see in that man."



The Grape is a bit withered (in fact its probably closer

to a raisin now), but its still there for Happi ;) *shudder*