On Mon, 6 Apr 1998, Coutuva wrote:
Here we go with part two...
Please Enjoy!
I'll try!
Hitomi, Kikyo and Shampoo all sat in the dimly-lit
livingroom, facing the large windows overlooking the deck. It
"living room"
was snowing, and the large fat flakes falling gently to Earth,
backlit by the lights from Metro presented a calming, peaceful
"Metro, presented"
The fire crackled in the large fireplace, and with the
exception of the odd soft moan from Hitomi, it was the only
And why is this soft moan odd?
sound in the room. Shampoo, sitting on the couch, listened
for the water in the kitchen to boil, being in the midst of
preparing hot chocolates for all of them.
Umm,I think "chocolate" in the singular is better here.
"Ano... I never saw that, Hitomi-chan... when did you
have a pigtail?" Kikyo blinked, amazed that her girlfriend's hair
had ever been that short.
"When I was living with Elysse... I got rid of it right
away, though. It really looked dumb." she noted, thoughtfully.
Actually, that was Mu Lin's opinion...
"Eeeee... how did that happen?" Hitomi grimaced, glad the
situation was different.
really?
"Girl-type Ranma defeated me in battle in front of my entire
tribe... since she was an outsider, I gave her the "Kiss of Death",
which is a promise to track her to the ends of the earth and kill
her. When I had chased her back to Japan, boy-type Ranma beat me
again, and according to the laws of the tribe, that meant I had to
marry him. I found out later that they were both the same person,
so I stopped trying to kill girl-type Ranma. I also fell in love
with boy-type, and I have been ever since." she related, sighing.
Ouch.
"But... I thought you got married in there someplace."
Kikyo interjected, sliding forward in her chair.
"Hai... I did. A potion was slipped into the food at Ranma
and Akane's wedding, and it made me fall in love with someone who
had been chasing me all my life. When the effects wore off, I
decided to give it a try with him... but, like always, he
disappointed me. He couldn't even manage to get me pregnant. He
loved me, but not like... like you two love each other. He treated
me more like a possession than a wife."
Hmm...must have happened after the Kun-chan stories...
"So what happened? Did you divorce?" Kikyo asked, knowing
how difficult that could be in Japan, especially when it was the
woman who wanted out.
"According to our tribe, if he is unable to father children,
I can consider our marriage over, and choose another mate. I made
that choice." she indicated, sighing again. "I tried to get Ranma
Except you didn't *tell* Mousse, did you? Don't they have some kind of
notification procedure in the Laws? (Okay, maybe it would just be his
clothes out on the sidewalk, but as far as *he* knows, you've been
kidnapped by aliens or something.
once more, but all I did was wake up Mu Lin. After that, I decided
Which might have been a good thing, maybe not.
Smiling, Hitomi reached out and took Shampoo's hand from her
lap, and urged her to stand up. Once she was on her feet, Hitomi
immediately dumped the glass of warm water she had in her hand over
herself, and then hugged the stunned Shampoo tightly.
Tease!
"Arigato, Hitomi-san... I really needed this." she breathed,
then surprised Hitomi by reaching up and pulling him into a
passionate kiss. Hitomi couldn't help but notice the slight whimper
and shudder that came from Shampoo a few seconds into the kiss,
but decided to ignore it.
Kikyo, caught off-guard by the move, almost snarled an
objection. However, she bit her tongue, realizing that it was
'Ranma" that Shampoo was kissing, not Hitomi.
uhoh.
Finally, when Shampoo decided to come up for air, her face
flushed and eyes dreamy, she again rested her head on otoko-Hitomi's
chest.
"I am sorry, Kikyo-san... it has been so long since I have
tasted his kiss, I couldn't let the chance get away..." she
explained, breathlessly. "I hope I haven't upset you." she added,
closing her eyes.
"Lin-san, if it was anyone else, maybe... but you, no. I
know you don't go for women." Kikyo responded, smiling assuredly.
Ha!
"Hai... we just thought you needed a hug, and how better
to give it to you?" otoko-Hitomi winked, giving her a little
squeeze and a pat on the rear. Inwardly, otoko-Hitomi had felt
his knees going weak as Shampoo kissed him, having discovered that
the Amazon really knew how to work a kiss.
Yup.
"Hai... a little too much. It looked like she was going to
suck your tongue out." Kikyo quipped, shaking her head.
"She almost did... I feel sorry for the guy that marries
her... he's going to have to be an Olympian to keep up to her."
Mousse was, and it still didn't work.
In the bathroom, Shampoo stood backwards before the sink,
leaning her backside on the vanity and breathing rapidly. She
didn't want the others to know it, but kissing otoko-Hitomi had a
profound and almost embarrassing effect on her. Combined with the
little fantasies that she was entertaining as she spoke, the
contact with Hitomi had given her a powerful climax, one that felt
especially good as it was her first in the arms of a man.
Urk! Mousse was *that* bad a lover? And she never bathered to *tell*
him what she needed?
Kikyo sipped at her drink while Hitomi continued to brush
out her hair, and Shampoo sighed quietly as she watched the two
of them together. They reminded her so much of Ranma and Akane,
just in the way that they seemed made for each other, making Joy's
words ring even more true.
Ah yes, the kid who makes the angel I had in "Another Angel" seem
likable.
Sadly, she realized that had she still been in Joketsuzoku,
she would probably be on her third or fourth pregnancy by this time
in her life. There was no shortage of native Chinese men willing
to challenge for the privilege of marrying an Amazon.
If they could get through Mousse.
Frowning again behind her mug, Shampoo huffed as she
noted that compared to the Ranma of old, there were no other men.
Ahem.
"I can see that. So, do you want me to do you or not?"
the redhead smirked, waving the brush in the air.
No straight lines!
Hitomi stared out the window of her office at the green
Honda Prelude parked across the street. For some reason, it's
presence had been bothering her since she saw it there that morning.
Finally, after having given it almost all day to either move or be
towed, she rose from her chair and stepped to the door.
Must be her pervert sense tingling.
"Lin-san... I'd like you to do me a favor." Hitomi began,
waving the Amazon toward her. "Look out there... see that green
car? It's been sitting there all day, and the occupant hasn't
moved from it. How's about paying it a little visit?" she
instructed, her face serious.
Use the Amazon door trick.
"Hai... I can do that. Why is it bothering you?" Shampoo
asked, knowing Hitomi wasn't normally one to be spooked.
"I don't like this kinda thing around my kids... too many
freaks on the loose these days. Just go over and check it out,
and... be discreet." she added, winking mischievously.
Shampoo? Discreet?
Noticing that the driver looked like he might be
Japanese, Shampoo decided to try that language first.
"Ohaiyo, strange person. May I ask why you have been
parked here all day?" she began, leaning down to look him in
the eye. As she did, she noted happily that his attention was
directed elsewhere... just like she wanted it to be. Squeezing
her elbows together slightly, she asked again.
"Why are you parked here?"
"Ano... Ahh... I am waiting for... a friend." the man
babbled, his eyes darting between Shampoo's face and her ample
chest.
All day?
"If that's true, I suggest you wait elsewhere... you
are outside a Daycare Centre, and we are about to call the
Police and have you removed. Sayonara." she smiled, but made
sure her eyes told a different story.
He doesn't want to know, I'm sure...
Back in Hitomi's office, she sat in the chair opposite
Hitomi and related the story. Hitomi was pleased that she
chased him off, but dismayed at her other news.
"Are you sure, Lin-san? That was what you saw?" the
redhead asked, concerned.
"Hai. It was right there on the seat beside him... and
it had a powerful lens on it. I knew he was lying to me even
before I saw it though... his eyes gave him away." Shampoo
assured, nodding.
Hell, you could tell he was lying by the fact his lips were moving...
"Shimata...! Did you get the license? I want to report
that miserable hentai before something happens." Hitomi hissed,
her eyes flashing.
"Hai... I did. Here it is." Shampoo grinned, quickly
scratching it down on a piece of paper.
"Good job, Lin-san. Arigato. Now, I have a call to
make."
Okay...
"Hitomi-chan? What's wrong?" Kikyo flustered worriedly,
rising to meet her.
"Ano... I just got off the phone with the Metro Police.
That car...? Well, it wasn't a degenerate or something like
that... it was a Private Detective Service. Somebody is watching
us." she related, stunned.
"Kuso...!
"Aiyah...!
And since you all have dirty little secrets...(remember, Shampoo
and Hitomi are in Canada illegally...)
"Hai, Kiko-chan... I know. But this is really bugging me.
Who would be watching us... and why?" she asked, walking over and
I can think of a dozen people, right off the top..
slumping against her desk. Abruptly, she looked up at Kikyo
optimistically. "It must have something to do with one of our
kids... are any of the moms in the middle of a divorce or a
custody feud that I don't know about?" she asked, hopefully.
"Ya, Hitomi-chan. None that I know of. I can ask
around..." Kikyo stated, shaking her head.
"Uh-uh. I don't want to go prying into the lives of our
moms. If they don't say anything, we don't ask... unless it's a
life and death situation. Kuso, Kiko-chan... this is gonna
drive me off the deep end." she sighed, rubbing her eyes. "Have
all the kids been picked up?"
Good...
"Hai, Anata... I've already called the cab. Lin-san is
locking up the back, and I'm done."
"Good." Hitomi breathed, stepping away from the desk.
"Kiko-chan... I need a hug." she pouted, opening her arms.
Aww...
Once back at home, Hitomi wasted no time in shedding her
clothes and making for the tub. She could feel the knots in her
shoulders, and the dull ache in the back of her head cried for
some decompression.
The women in this fic do seem to take off their clothes a lot.
Sighing again as she set out the plates for supper, she
decided that it was time she found herself a man... one that would
appreciate what he was getting, and one that would be able to fill
the role of husband and father. However, she knew that it was
going to be a tall order, as she would be measuring any potential
candidates against her image of the perfect man... and he was a
hard act to follow.
Not to mention the dating qualification.
But remember, Joy said to get your life in order first, *then*
love would follow. And she didn't exactly give a timeframe either.
about how she was the last of the line, and if she didn't have
any children, their entire lineage would end with her. It was
that very discussion that had in part fueled her desire to marry
Ranma, knowing their progeny would be worthy to carry on the name.
Your line is doomed.
Almost without realizing it, she reached behind her back
and pulled out her long-unused bottle of shampoo, and looked it
over bemusedly. For a fleeting second, she considered using it
on herself. She knew that it would solve her problem, but even
she wasn't agile enough to hit the right spots on her own head.
Smirking at the little joke, she slid the bottle away again,
shaking her head at her own silliness.
Does she have any other stuff tucked back there?
SKJAM!