akanesfiance

 Happosai darted through the alley behind Ucchan's Okonomiyaki House after discarding his newly-acquired treasures.  He'll let Ranma get punished by the girls this time.  Somehow he was able to lose the kid and get far enough ahead.  He jumped onto a ledge and removed the dark green cloth he wrapped behind his head.  Hmm… too bad.  That really was a great haul.  Oh well, it's worth the sacrifice, he thought to himself. The back gate to the Cat Cafe hung open, as if the last person never meant to close it all the way.  Happosai snuck around the wall, jumping from shadow to shadow to conceal his presence.  He could hear a number of faint

 Soun Tendo thought for a moment before he made his next move.  He wasn't going to let him win this one.  Not that easily.  He was just a single move away from trapping him.  And he was not going to let him do over this time.  Genma Saotome looked intently at the shogi board that the two of them had been playing on for the last hour.   "Hmm…"  Soun muttered out loud. "Well, Tendo?"  said Genma silently, breaking the silence, "don't think too hard." "Just enjoy the moment while you can, Saotome." Soun picked up his gold general and moved it against Gen

3 Months Later Kenta Yamamoto walked into the okonomiyaki restaurant on 5th St. on his lunch break.  The scent of freshly grilled okonomiyaki penetrated the air for several blocks.  He sat down next to the grill where the attractive young female chef worked her unmatched skill, flipping each cake in the air, chopping up the onions, meat and vegetables while her on-looking customers watched in sheer amazement. "The usual, officer?" the chef asked. "Do you need to ask, Ucchan?" he replied. She chuckled.  "just making sure, Kenta honey." Yamamoto leaned forward on the table and closed his eyes.  He'd been coming here almost every day ev

Tokyo PD Officer Kenta Yamamoto put his patrol car in gear and stepped on the gas pedal.  He slipped on his dark sunglasses which reflected the bright afternoon sun.  The glint coming from the sunlight bounced off many of the cyan tinted windows which lined the buildings on the street as he drove by.   The pedestrian traffic on the sidewalks to gradually thickened with people on their way home from work and school. It was his first day assigned to the Nerima district.  Not much had changed in the last four years.  Driving past the central park brought back a few nostalgic memories of growing up and hanging out with friends after school.  The