I urge you to read this story and tell me what you think! Eric Adams Presents Insignificant Characters created by Rumiko Takahashi and are not my own. For my friend who I hope survives to find love. Ukyou Kuonji sat at the bar and did her best to drown herself in her drink. In her hand she held a potent blend of Tequila, Whiskey and Iced Tea, she had no idea what it was called, but it soothed her sorrows. So Ranma had married Akane, big surprise, everyone knew it would happen. It had been expected. In a surprising and bold move, Ranma and Akane had run away to elope. In their way they were defying their parents wishes and following their own hearts, they had returned a few days later and there had been a more formal reception to which Ukyou had been invited. She had gone to the reception and had smiled numbly and offered hollow words of congratulations all the while biting her lip to keep from crying. Shampoo had attended as well, Cologne and Mousse were noticeably absent. Ukyou thought she heard the same hollowness in Shampoo's voice but kept her thoughts to herself. The two of them had exchanged pleasantries and avoided each other's eyes. Ukyou had wondered where Cologne and Mousse were, but before she had a chance to ask, Ranma asked for a single dance. Her heart pounding she let him lead her onto the dance floor, where under Akane's watchful eye they had danced slowly, cheek to cheek. She held back more tears, and let him lead, a false smile on her face. As the song drew to a close, Ranma kissed her on the forehead, and told her that he would always consider her his friend and that she would always be welcome as a guest. Her heart breaking, Ukyou mumbled assurances that she would stay in touch and always be his friend, before returning to her place along the wall. She noted with some disgust that Ranma repeated the dance with Shampoo. She had not noticed Akane approaching her from across the room and was subsequently surprised when the newlywed touched her shoulder. Akane had smiled pleasantly and asked her if she was all right. Ukyou merely nodded and went back to her silent vigil. She had thought to ask Shampoo if she wanted to get together some night but Shampoo had disappeared shortly afterwards. Cologne and Mousse had no idea where the girl had run off. That had been a month ago. Since that night, she had yet to say one word to Ranma and he kept his distance, out of pity or respect she was not sure. Though she heard rumors that things between him and his wife were wonderful. Perhaps he could not be bothered with a depressed friend. But she had not come to this bar to focus on the past. She was here to get piss drink, like she had last night and the night before. Thank god it was summer, so her grades would not slip, not that she actually cared about something as trivial as school. She sipped some more on the foul tasting concoction before her and scanned the room. Two young lovers sat in a cozy booth drinking from the same cup. She flicked her eyes quickly away. That’s when she noticed the handsome man sitting next to her. When he noticed her gaze on him he smiled at her. Quietly, she got up from her seat and made her way to the bathroom. The full effects of the alcohol had not set in yet and she felt very sober. Once in the bathroom Ukyou stood in front of the mirror and adjusted the ribbon in her hair, straightened her dress and made sure she was real. She applied her best makeup and walked back out to the seat next to the handsome man. An idea already forming in her head. "Hi," she smiled nervously, "I'm sorry if I was rude, but I wanted to make myself look presentable. My name is Ukyou." The man grinned at her and stylishly slicked back his hair, "I'm Toshi, it’s a pleasure to meet her." "I'm sorry if I'm being a bit forward," Ukyou began awkwardly, "but I was wondering if you would like to dance." She indicated the stairs to the second floor where loud music drowned out all other sound. "Sure," he nodded for emphasis. Toshi took her hand and escorted her upstairs. Ukyou danced recklessly, her mind far away. She let the rhythm of the music carry her body, her eyes closed most of the time. She moved sexually her body sometimes coming in close contact to his, her breasts brushing against his chest, her crotch on his knees. He gripped her waist at times and when her back was turned to him he pressed his body close against hers till she could feel his hard sex against her butt. Ukyou had no problem seducing the man. All the while, she let him lead, allowed him to believe it his choice when their lips first met. Later, as he bought her more drinks, she let him gently rub her breasts. He grew bolder as the night wore on until his hands slipped into her skirt and caressed her thighs and her sex. Inwardly she railed against him, outwardly she smiled pleasantly as he grew surer of himself. He leaned close to her, and Ukyou heard the words she wanted to hear, "You want to come back to my place?" Grinning wildly, Ukyou nodded and let him lead her out of the bar. During the ride to his house he had continued to rub her between her legs until she was wet and aching for penetration. Barely able to control herself until they arrived in his apartment, Ukyou closed her eyes and held her breath, silently she called the man every foul name she could think of. Once they arrived at his place, they quickly retreated upstairs to his apartment where she stripped naked and laid herself on his bed. "You are beautiful," he complimented her. "Thank you," Ukyou couldn't care less what he thought of her. She had failed Ranma, and she had failed herself. Maybe in some small way she could bring a bit of happiness to this fool even if the only thing he actually cared about was what lay between her legs. She just wanted to make someone happy and if she got a small amount of pleasure out of it then so be it, but it was not her goal. The act of penetration was what she ached and longed for. For years she had been saving herself for Ranma, but his marriage to Akane had removed any hope she had of him being her first. Two weeks after the reception she decided relieve herself of that burden and had masturbated herself to a climax. Coldly and efficiently she had pierced her own hymen, removing her virginity. Every night since then she had masturbated. Except for the first night, she always stopped short of giving herself an orgasm; as if she didn’t quite deserve it. Tonight, though she wanted to be penetrated and she pulled Toshi down on top of her. The act of penetration almost brought to her orgasm, but after he was firmly inside her, she once again buried her lust and lay still. She responded when expected but gave no more of herself than she had already given. To say that Ukyou and Toshi were making love or even having sex was a grossly over romanticizing what she was doing. If she had thought that there was any hint of love in this act she would not be letting him fuck her. But she knew better, the look in his eyes spoke of where his interest in her lay. If anyone had suggested to her that she was doing anything other than fucking she would've laughed out loud. He came suddenly and Ukyou reacted by faking her own orgasm. She had to fake because she was no where near being excited, her juices having run dry shortly after penetration. His movement during the whole affair had only hurt her. Spent he lay on top of her until she pushed him off. She realized with some trepidation that they had not used protection and hoped that the idiot had not gotten her pregnant. Standing up she gathered her clothes and went to the bathroom to get dressed. From the bedroom she could hear him talking inanely, "That was great," Ukyou rolled her eyes at his stupidity. "Was it good for you?" Ukyou said that the sex had been great and that he was the best lover she had ever had. She pulled on her skirt and adjusted it. A quick glance in the mirror confirmed that she was still real. "Maybe we could do it again later tonight?" Toshi sounded like he had gotten up and was now moving around the bedroom, "What do you think?" She opened the door and stepped out fully dressed, "I think that if you want to come again tonight you are going to have to do it yourself." "Hey what the hell?" Toshi looked at her, surprise on his face, "You don't have to go." She stopped him with a glare, then shrugged. "I'm not staying." She walked to the door and opened it. He caught her arm and she hoped that he would so something that would give her an excuse to hurt him. "Don't I even get your number or something," he asked petulantly. She smiled her practiced false smile at him, "Sorry." She pulled free of his grasp and shut the door quietly behind her. She held her breath until she reached the elevator. He apparently was not coming after her. The cool night air felt good on her face after the hot fever of the apartment. Once she was far enough away from Toshi's apartment she leaned over and puked. Grasping the lightpost near her she heaved until her stomach was empty then continued on her way home. She quietly slipped inside and shut the door behind her. Konatsu was at the counter, having fallen asleep waiting up for her. She smiled fondly at him and ran her hand through his hair, waking him up. "Ukyou, I'm glad you are home. I was beginning to get worried about you it's getting late." He looked up at her the concern clearly etched on his face. "I'm alright," she started to make her way up the stairs, "I'm tired, are you going to sleep now?" He nodded and followed her upstairs. Ukyou wished him a good night and retired to her own room. Her legs hurt and she felt raw between them. The single mirror in the room anchored her to reality. Tomorrow she would have to get another one or maybe two more, there were to many bare walls in her room already. She crawled quietly into bed, curled herself into a ball and cried herself to sleep. Afterword: This story isn't quite done yet, but I wanted to release it first to see what the readers thought of it. Thanks for any comments that may be forthcoming, any suggestions on the story or improvements or general complaints on whether Ukyou would end up like this will be answered and thoughtfully considered. Thanks.