Here I am once again, relaying the second part of this story to the
ML.
I really thought Muu kept up his storytelling ability that he showed in
the
first part, if not improving it and the story itself. As usual, C&C
goes
to:
muutsu@mindless.com
Go to his page too!
http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Pagoda/3834/mypage.html
And now, on with the fic!
Author's Note: Hello, there, readers. I want to say thank you to
everyone
that has read and responded to part one. Your Emails have been very
influential in the construction of this chapter of "Mousse's Change of
Heart." I was unaware that there was an entire genre of 'Duck boy
looses
it
and kicks ass'. Therefore, I am taking a different direction, and
paying
more attention to the characters reactions to Mousse's actions. This
chapter may be a bit longer, but I'm taking my time in this one. Again,
thank you, all those who responded, even negatively. Your Emails have
made
the largest impact on this chapter. As before, "means talking," {Means
thoughts}, [means written text.] Also, I do not know very much about
the
Japanese culture, so if I get something grievously wrong, I apologize
for
that as well. Now, with that out of the way, On with chapter two of my
story.
Mousse's Change of Heart
Original fan fiction by Michael Shearon
Chapter Two: Confrontations
Ryouga Hibiki wandered around Nerima, as usual. He knew he was lost,
but
just kept on walking. He was feeling particularly starved. "But where
can
I
eat?" he asked himself as he spun a slow circle, hoping to spot a
restaurant of some sort. Apparently Luck was on his side. For he was
standing right in front of the Nekohanten, shortly before the lunchtime
rush. He walked inside, knowing that if he didn't eat now, it would be
hours before he found a place to eat again. He walked in, brushing a
lock
of dark hair from his eyes as he spotted a table near the kitchen. Just
as
he was about to sit down, he noticed the pile of broken dishes in front
of
the kitchen door. He heard Shampoo yelling at Mousse.
"Where you think you going? Is no even lunch-time rush yet!" This was
odd.
Mousse going somewhere? That blind duck always wanted to be by
Shampoo's
side. Why would he be going anywhere?
(WHAP!!!!)(Thud!)
Ryouga jumped up at the sound of the punch. He ran in its direction,
and
saw Shampoo lying on the ground, with Mousse's hand moving slowly down
to
his side. Mousse's body was letting off a bright battle aura as he
stared
down at Shampoo. "And to think I believed that somewhere, under all the
insults and abuse, you cared for me. Apparently, I rank below total
strangers in your book. I can't believe I actually LOVED you!" Loved?
Mousse didn't love Shampoo anymore? There was only one reason.
{Mousse is Possessed!!!} It was the only answer. He remembered when the
ogre had gotten hold of Kasumi and himself. If it could make Mousse hit
Shampoo, and stop loving her, What would it have him do to the people
he
didn't even like to begin with? Ryoga shuddered at the thought. Ranma
had
to know about this. Mousse hated Ranma more than anyone and he would
most
likely be the target of some underhanded, sneaky attack. Like a large
bomb
in the Tendo Dojo late at night. That might get Akane hurt. {Damn you,
Mousse, I won't let you hurt Akane!} With that thought Ryouga ran out
the
door into the street, his only thought, finding the Dojo.
Unfortunately,
he
went the exact opposite direction he should have.
Later that day�
Shampoo walked slowly up the stairs, her eyes narrowed to angry slits.
{How
dare that stupid Mousse! He hit me, without even a challenge! And here
Shampoo was, trying to help him go back to normal.} She could feel the
heat
rising off of her body, as she walked up into Mousse's room. She saw it
was
mostly as it had been yesterday. Hardly anything was gone. Nothing
except
Mousse, some clothes, and his travelling bag. With a scream, she
grabbed
the calendar off of his wall. "Aiiiiiiiiyah! Stupid Mousse! Shampoo
hope
you never come back!" Any decoration he had up was quickly and
mercilessly
torn down and shredded. Her bonbori smashed his favorite decoration, a
small statue of a Dragon he had had since childhood. She kicked over
the
dressing screen and tore it apart with her bare hands. All the while,
screaming like a wild woman. "Shampoo HATE you! Hate you! Shampoo wish
you
never come from China, you blind, stupid WEAKLING!" She kept on
destroying
his possessions, using whatever she could put her hands on. She
stumbled
over to Mousse's table, where he usually brought his food when he was
feeling sorry for himself, and kicked it over. The momentum of the kick
spun her around, and she collapsed to the floor, exhausted. She looked
around at the destruction, seeing nothing intact. Nothing except a
small
picture frame laying face down on the floor next to what was left of
his
bedside table. She crawled over to it, not wanting anything that had
belonged to Mousse to survive the day intact. She reached down and
picked
up the frame and turned over. It was the picture Ranma had agreed to
take
of the Nekohanten staff. Mousse was standing off to the side, wearing a
very strained smile on his face. Shampoo and cologne were standing
together, with Shampoo looking as cute as she could for Ranma. The
picture
was undamaged except for one thing. The crack in the glass ran from top
to
bottom, right between Mousse and Shampoo. She felt the tears burning in
her
eyes. She closed her eyes as she pressed the picture up to her chest.
"Stupid Mousse," she said as the tear slid down her face.
Mousse wandered around Nerima, unsure of what to do next. He wasn't
sure,
but he thought he had seen Ryouga Hibiki a few times, running at full
speed. He kept thinking about what he could do now. {I have no place to
stay, no job, no money. Where can I go?} Suddenly, Mousse remembered
something that his teacher had told him the day before he left to find
Shampoo.
"Boy, if you ever give up on that damned fool infatuation with Shampoo,
open this box. It will have some instructions on what you should do
then.
I
know I can't stop you, boy, but you really should give up on her. She
doesn't want you."
Mousse reached into his sleeve and pulled out a fairly large box. He
removed the top and peered inside. The first thing he noticed was the
small
glass box, containing about twenty or more slim, black darts. He picked
it
up and opened it, examining one of the darts. It was long and sleek,
perfectly balanced, and almost invisible in the dimming light. Mousse
aimed
at a nearby tree and threw it. If it made any noise whatsoever,
Mousse's
sharp ears never heard it. He looked at a long note, written in his
master's fast scrawl:
[It's about time you opened this box. You are now ready to make the
next
step to truly becoming the master of hidden weapons. In the large box,
you
will find some things that might come in handy. First, you will find a
Master's robe, fully stocked. It is sized very large, so no matter how
big
you are when you open the box, you will be able to wear the marks of
the
master. Also you will find some scrolls, detailing what you need to
know
to
do the ultimate attack of the master of hidden weapons: The Total
Arsenal
Wave. Since I won't be there to teach it to you, I wrote them so you
could
learn it by only reading. Another thing you will find is a practice
dummy,
with a scroll detailing the pressure points useful in battle. These are
the
'whisper darts'. You would do well to keep them ready at all times.
They
are constructed to fly swift and silent. If you can't put two and two
together here, I chose the wrong student. Use them well. They might
make
the difference between victory and Death. Also remember, The true
warrior
does not merely hold the weapon. The weapon is an extension of his
body,
another arm, another leg. You are the weapon. This is the heart of the
hidden weapon technique. Make me proud, son.]
Mousse found the large mannequin, the size of a normal human male. In
seemingly random places on its body, arms, and legs, it had a mark.
Then
Mousse noticed the placement of some of these marks. "Those are the
places
where the bird-man threw those feather darts. Those must be the points
of
paralysis." Mousse reached into the box and pulled out the scrolls and
the
robe. The latter, he inspected very closely. It was pure black silk,
finely
woven, and embroidered in the middle of the chest with the diamond
design
that graced his white robe. The sleeves ended in yellow cuffs. Also
with
the Robe was a pair of blood red pants. They were also made of the same
fine silk as the robe. Mousse looked around the park, before walking
into
a
small thicket of trees. A few minutes later, Mousse walked out, his old
robe draped over his arm, the new one looking like it had just been
made
for him. His new robes fit him perfectly. He sat down where he had set
the
scrolls and began with the first of the five, smiling as he looked at
the
familiar writing of his master. It would not take him long to master
this
new technique. The smile of recognition quickly turned grim as he saw
what
the technique actually was. He started reading the text quickly,
absorbing
every detail. A low chuckle escaped Mousse's throat as the lamppost
over
his head flickered to life.
The next morning�
Ukyou Kuonji stood outside of her restaurant. She smiled as she read
the
name, "Ucchan's Okonomiyaki" on the sign near the door. She held the
curtain in her hand, leaning on the pole as she got ready to open for
business. {Not like I need to open today. I saw so much business
yesterday,
I made enough for the next couple of days. From what I heard from my
customers, the Nekohanten was closed before the lunchtime rush.
Something
about a fight between the employees, or something like that. That
Mousse.
When is he going to learn?} She thought with a grin. She was just about
to
hang the curtain up, when she heard something strange.
"UKYOUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Ryouga shouted as he ran up to her, skidding to
a
stop right in front of her. He sagged to his knees, panting and
coughing
for breath. Ukyou had never seen him looking so exhausted. He looked up
at
her, still panting, "Ukyou� I * cough, pant * need your * wheeze *
help�
Mousse� uuhnn�" as he started to collapse and sag to the ground. He was
unconscious. Ukyou sighed as she propped him up against her body.
"Ryouga, you can be such a pain in the fanny sometimes. I have a
business
to run, and I'm going to have to watch you while I handle the morning
rush.
I'll just put you somewhere I can keep an eye on you while I handle my
customers." she carried him into the restaurant and laid him back in
the
pantry area, looking at him laying there, {I wonder what he wanted to
tell
me about Mousse that was so important. Oh well, At least he's not going
on
about how he wants to kill Ranma-honey. You have to admit, Ukyou, the
guy
may be a pain, but he is kinda cute. But he sure isn't any Ranma.} She
turned to the counter to wait for her customers to start filing in.
Meanwhile, at the Nekohanten�
Cologne sat staring angrily at her great granddaughter. She had
destroyed
Mousse's room yesterday, but after she had found that picture, she just
sat
there, looking like she actually missed him. Cologne was glad to get
Mousse
out from under her roof. The boy kept trying to foil her plans to get
Son-in-law and Shampoo together. The boy had no respect for their
ancient
laws and customs. It was good that he was gone. But why was it that he
was
able to catch her off guard a second time? He had only done so once
before,
when he had snatched the Contrary Jewel from her fingers, ruining a
perfect
plan to get Son-in-law to marry Shampoo. And where did that battle aura
come from? Mousse had never had an aura worth a second glance. It was a
mystery, and Cologne had never much liked mysteries.
"Great-granddaughter,
you have been sitting there all night. Do you not want any breakfast?
We
may have quite a bit of business, since we were hardly open at all
yesterday."
"Shampoo no is hungry, Great-grandmother," the girl said sadly. She was
still staring at the picture and it's cracked glass.
"What is wrong, child? You should be glad that that annoying Mousse has
finally realized that the two of you are not meant to be together.
There
will be no more trouble from him."
"Great-grandmother, Mousse was Shampoo friend. I no care what he do to
try
to get between Ranma and Shampoo. He never beat Ranma, no matter how
hard
he try. But Shampoo no have one friend in Nerima. Ranma no really like
Shampoo, because Shampoo turn into kitty. Everyone else hate Shampoo,
except for Kasumi, and she think everyone nice. Mousse only one who
really
care about Shampoo. He only one who want Shampoo be happy. Shampoo no
love
him, but Shampoo going to miss him."
Cologne was a bit surprised at her great-granddaughter's words, but did
not
say anything as she hopped back down to the kitchen to prepare for
whatever
customers may come in. {Apparently Mousse is not the only one capable
of
foolishness.}
=========================================================
A few hours later, near lunchtime, a groan came from the pantry of
Ucchan's
Okonomiyaki. Ukyou walked back, and knelt down next to Ryouga, who was
rubbing his head, and leaning back against the wall. "You feeling
better,
sugar? You looked like you'd been running for a long time."
Ryouga looked around, blinking in that usual confused expression of
his,
"Uh, Hi, Ukyou. Where am I?" His voice was a little hoarse.
"Come on up front, I'll get you some tea. On the house." She led him
into
the front of the building, and sat him down in front of the counter.
Ryouga's expression never really changed from confused. After a few
minutes, he asked, "How did I get in that room?"
"I put you there after you fainted out front this morning," she said
with
a
wry looking smile. She set the cup down in front of him. "So what were
you
going to tell me about Mousse?" Ryouga's eyes went wide and he jumped
up,
grabbing Ukyou's arm. He ran out of the restaurant, dragging her along
as
if she were nothing more than a toy to him. "C'mon, Ukyou! We've gotta
find
Ranma! There might be trouble!"
Ukyou sighed as she saw the direction they were running. {I wonder if
he
would listen to me if I told him he is heading the wrong way. Too bad I
never got a chance to grab my spatula�}
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Meanwhile, elsewhere in Nerima�
Mousse stood up and stretched. It had been a long time since he had
spent
the night outside. His muscles and joints were stiff, but it was
nothing
a
few katas couldn't fix. He practiced his routines, kicking and punching
at
imaginary targets. Every time his hands and feet darted out, there
appeared
a weapon, sometimes short, sometimes long, sometimes small, and
sometimes
large. Soon, he felt all the kinks worked out. He sighed as he adjusted
his
robe. "I do not see any point in staying around this town any longer. I
might as well leave." He picked up his travelling bag, tossed it over
his
shoulder, and headed out of the park.
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Ranma Saotome lay back on the small porch and looked up at the sky.
{Ah,
Finally, a nice, quiet weekend, with no chance Shampoo will drop in.
Everyone thinks me and Pop are gone on some kinda training trip. This
weekend couldn't be any better.} he smiled to himself as he felt the
sun
shining down on his face.
"RANMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Ranma groaned as he sat up. {I knew it wouldn't last.} Ranma walked
over
to
the wall, jumped up on top, and watched as Ryouga ran down the street,
hauling Ukyou by the wrist. Ranma jumped out and landed right on top of
Ryouga's head, smashing his face into the pavement. "You want
somethin'?"
A muffled voice came out from under Ranma's feet, and it didn't sound
at
all happy. Ranma moved just as Ryouga jerked his head up, "Damn you,
Ranma,
I was coming to give you a warning!" Ryouga narrowed his eyes and stood
up.
"I should just let Mousse blow your stupid hide to the moon."
"Ummm, Ryouga, what are you talking about?" Ranma's face looked very
confused.
Ryouga related his tale of how Mousse hit Shampoo, including the detail
of
how Mousse -must- be possessed. He also told them that he'd seen Mousse
a
few times while he was trying to find Ranma. Ranma had his arms folded
as
he looked at Ryouga like the idiot he usually is. Ryouga finished his
story
with, "Ranma, we need to find him before anyone gets hurt. If he would
hit
-Shampoo-, someone he loves more than anyone else on this planet,
including
himself, what would he do to someone he already hates?"
For once the idiot made a little bit of sense. Ranma wasn't worried, of
course, but he somehow had the same picture that Ryouga had. Late at
night,
Mousse sneaks into the living room, and leaves another one of those
huge
bombs like the one he chained to Ranma's ankle. Without anyone knowing
about it, the Dojo explodes. What would happen to Akane?
"Alright, you may have a point Ryouga. That blind idiot might hurt
somebody." Ranma said, not letting on any of his concerns for Akane.
"Maybe we should find him, and see what his side of the story is."
suggested Ukyou, looking from Ranma, to Ryouga. They all nodded, and
decided to go by the Nekohanten and talk to Shampoo and Cologne and see
if
there was somewhere Mousse liked to go. They all set off immediately
for
the Nekohanten. Ranma rolled his eyes and said, "So much for my quiet
weekend."
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Shampoo sat a table and idly stirred her ramen with her chopsticks. Her
face was still sore, and badly bruised from where Mousse had hit her.
What
did she do? Didn't Mousse have enough sense to know when she was being
serious, and when she was just playing? Didn't he have ANY sense of
humor?
Shampoo would never go out with any man other than Ranma. And Mousse
couldn't realize it. The worst part was, the jerk had come back a
little
while ago, asking when they could go out on their date. Shampoo turned
around, narrowed her eyes, and shouted out, "Shampoo never date stupid,
ugly, moron like you!" and proceeded to introduce his face and other
choice
locations on his body to her bonbori. Beating up the little jerk that
got
her into this mess didn't make her feel any better. Then she heard a
voice
that made her day.
"Yo, Shampoo."
"Aiya! Ranma! You home early from training trip!" as she jumped up and
into
Ranma's arms, hugging him fiercely.
"Uh, yeah, um, that's it, I came home early. heh-heh." Ranma was glad
Shampoo was to busy hugging him to see how obvious his lie was. He then
started trying to push her away, "Will you leggo of me! I wanted to ask
you
somethin' about Mousse. We heard he left, and we wanna know if there's
some
place he'd go."
Shampoo got up, turned around and crossed her arms, "Shampoo no want to
talk about Mousse. Stupid leave, and Shampoo could no be happier." What
she
didn't realize, was that the way she had turned made the bruise on her
cheek very obvious.
"Whoa, Where'd ya get that bruise?" came Ranma's Shocked voice. Shampoo
raised a hand to her cheek, feeling the exact spot where Mousse had
punched
her. She hadn't looked in a mirror since yesterday. Now that she felt
it,
that place definitely felt sore. She picked up a small napkin
dispenser,
and looked at her reflection. She almost gasped when she saw how big of
a
bruise Mousse had given her.
"Shampoo no know that Mousse able to hit so hard�" as she ran her
fingers
over the dark purple place on her cheek.
"So Mousse was the one who hit you? Why did he do that?" asked Ukyou,
still
not quite able to understand what had happened. "Shampoo no know�" she
said
in her most innocent voice, "All Shampoo know is that one minute,
Shampoo
helping customer, then Mousse throw down tray, and storm upstairs.
Shampoo
go to stop him, and he hit Shampoo. Shampoo Glad he gone." "What did
Mousse
mean when he said, 'Apparently I rank below total strangers in your
book?'"
asked Ryouga, crossing his arms, and suspecting that Shampoo was not
telling them everything. He got even more evidence of that when he saw
her
visibly wince at his words.
"Ryouga heard that?" she asked nervously. "Yes I did. I happened to
drop
by
here around lunchtime yesterday. Care to tell us the whole story now?"
he
said, tapping a finger on his arm. Shampoo lowered her head a little,
and
nodded.
"It start yesterday morning. Shampoo go with Great-Grandmother to wake
Mousse up. He sleep late. Great-grandmother splash Mousse to wake him
up.
Shampoo think it funny, so she laugh a little�"
"Doesn't sound funny to me," said Ranma as he sat down in a nearby
chair.
Shampoo blushed a bit, getting embarrassed. "Well, Shampoo no mean to,
it
just happen� anyway, When Shampoo check on Mousse later, he get angry,
and
stomp down to restaurant like spoiled little child."
"I don't blame him for getting mad. I mean, Jeez, couldn't ya have
tried
saying, 'wake up, Mousse,' first?" Ranma asked impatiently. He had been
awakened by an unwanted cold shower too many times not to sympathize
with
Mousse just a little.
"Erk� um� can Shampoo finish?" She said looking at the trio of serious
faces looking at her. She didn't think things would be going so bad for
her
when she told everyone what Mousse had done. "Later, Shampoo try to
snap
Mousse back to normal by making him jealous. It always work before� so
Shampoo flirt with someone she never met before. Mousse get mad, and go
to
leave. Shampoo try to stop him, and he hit her�"
"I would have done the same thing. Shampoo, that is probably the
meanest
thing I have ever heard of anyone ever doing to someone who loves them.
How
could you possibly think that this would make Mousse go back to normal?
If
anything, it would push him farther away from you!" Everyone blinked at
Ryouga's words. Everyone except Shampoo. She was trying to meet
Ryouga's
hard glare, but couldn't through her tear filled eyes. "I am surprised
it
took Mousse this long to leave in the first place!"
"You think Shampoo no know that now? Shampoo no want to push Mousse
away.
You no need to tell me that. Please� If you find Mousse, tell him
Shampoo
is sorry�" With that, she turned around, and ran back up the stairs,
sobbing loudly.
"Man, I didn't think she'd act like that�" said Ukyou as they all
watched
the Chinese girl disappear up the stairs. "I knew she was mean to
Mousse,
but I didn't think even she would go that far� Think we should keep
looking
for him?"
"I dunno." Ranma said as they turned around and walked out of the
restaurant. "I mean, If Mousse wants to leave, who are we to stop him?"
"You have a point, Ranchan, but still, shouldn't we hear what he has to
say
about it? Maybe Shampoo was just playing with us, to get us on her
side."
said Ukyou, looking suspiciously back into the Nekohanten.
"Let's Find Mousse. I want hear his side of the story. Plus I have to
make
sure that he isn't possessed."
Ranma and Ukyou rolled their eyes at Ryouga as they set off in search
of
Mousse.
========================================================== Somehow,
Ryouga
got separated from Ranma and Ukyou. He wandered around what he hoped
was
Nerima for more than an Hour, before finding himself outside the Tendo
Dojo. Ryouga didn't notice as he wandered around the house, calling out
occasionally, "Mousse!" Akane saw him, and wondered what he was doing,
and
decided to follow him. Later, outside the dojo, Kunou saw them, and
wondered what they were up to, and decided to follow them. In a matter
of
thirty minutes, Ryouga was walking around, calling out for Mousse,
followed
by half of Nerima's martial arts population, including Shampoo and
Cologne.
{Now why lost boy want find Mousse? Shampoo have to see. Maybe Ryouga
get
lucky for once and actually find what he looking for...}
==========================================================
Later, that evening, Mousse had just now reached the edge of town. He
looked up at the sun setting right before his eyes. He sighed. "I might
as
well start thinking of how I will get back to China. I have nowhere
else
to
go�" He looked sadly at the sign that said, [You have now left Nerima.]
"It
is time I left this place. Although I will have some good memories.
Like
the way Shampoo smiled at me when she asked me to perform a magic show
at
the Christmas party. -sigh-" he looked off into space for a minute, and
then his face hardened, "But there is nothing here for me now. I have
to
leave." As soon as he said these words to himself, the streetlight over
his
head suddenly winked to life. Mousse smirked as he looked up at it.
"Perhaps this is an omen. Maybe now my life can have some light in it,
instead of all the darkness I have put up with up until now." Mousse
didn't
notice the figure standing on top of that light pole.
"Geez, Mousse, are you tuning into Kuno?"
"Ranma Saotome. Somehow I knew I couldn't leave this town without
running
into you one last time."
"So what's the deal? Why did you hit Shampoo?"
"Call it revenge." Mousse said with a shrug.
"For what?" Ranma asked, a little surprised at how calm Mousse was
being
around him. Usually, Mousse was wanting Ranma's head mounted on a spear
by
now.
"For sixteen years of pure torture, for no other reason than I would
not
give up. Now I have. Shampoo does not love me, and I, frankly, could
not
care less. I was going to leave anyway, but she tried to stop me. I
just�
snapped." Ranma didn't like how calm and level Mousse's voice was.
"So what are you gonna do now?" Ranma asked, trying to change the
subject.
"Go home to China. Improve on my tactics, and then perhaps return here,
to
see just who the better Martial artist truly is�" Mousse said, his eyes
hidden as they usually were behind his unnaturally thick glasses. His
face
was as unreadable as the mask he had worn when he thought he had
kidnapped
Akane.
"Hey, whaddaya mean by that?"
"I mean, I wonder which of us is truly better? You, or me, now that I
no
longer fight blindly, hoping to win Shampoo's affections." he said
calmly.
"So why wait? Let's go, right now!" Ranma shouted angrily. He wanted to
make Mousse pay for thinking he could ever be better than he was.
"Why?"
Ranma blinked confusedly. "Huh?"
"I have no reason to fight you now. And if I did happen to actually get
lucky and beat you," he paused to let Ranma stop laughing. " Then
Shampoo
would have to be engaged to me. Believe me, now that I've seen what
she's
really like, That's something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy."
Mousse
said with a scowl.
"Mousse, What's got into you?" Ranma was staring at him, wide eyed.
"The truth, for once. I saw how manipulative and fickle Shampoo truly
is.
Whatever feelings I had for her are long gone. Now, will you kindly
move
out of my way, so I can leave this town once and for all?" Mousse said,
trying to push past Ranma.
"Whoa� You still didn't tell me why you hit her." he said grabbing onto
mousse's Sleeve, but strangely, only feeling Mousse's arm, not the
massive
arsenal of chains and various other items hidden there, just beyond
sight.
"Because she deserved it!" Mousse shouted as he uppercutted Ranma up
into
the streetlight.
Ranma dropped to the ground, shook his head, and then assumed a battle
stance, "Alright Mousse. You made the first move. Now we don't have to
wait
for you to get back from China to see how much better than you I am."
"I told you before I do not want to fight you. "
"Well that's too bad, because I want to fight YOU!" Ranma said as he
leaped
at Mousse. Mousse jumped to the side, avoiding Ranma's attack. Mousse
folded his hands into his sleeves, crossing them in front of his chest.
"Saotome, Remember. You were the one who issued this challenge." as he
continually dodged Ranma's rage filled attacks. What Ranma didn't know,
was
who Mousse had seen running up from behind.
"RANMAAAAAA!!!!!"
"Huh? Akan-ARGH!!!!" His question was cut off as more then half a dozen
slim black darts seemed to appear in his paralysis points.
"Now, Saotome, You will know what it feels like to LOSE!" as he jumped
towards Ranma, kicking and punching him in seemingly Random places.
Mousse
smirked to himself as he saw Ranma's muscles bunching. "Oh, No,
Saotome.
This attack was used on me once� and even I could counter it.
Therefore,
I
know what to look for." as he proceeded to jab at Ranma's pain points
with
various small blunt objects. Every time Mousse's hands darted out at
Ranma,
a different weapon was attached. Suddenly, when Ranma was on the verge
of
collapse, Mousse was suddenly gone. Ranma managed to roll his eyes
until
he
found Mousse standing on top of the same light pole he had uppercutted
Ranma into. "Saotome, Now this fight ends." Mousse's body started to
take
on a blue glow, that slowly got brighter. Ranma recognized it. {Oh, no.
I
gotta move , I gotta move, I gotta move, I gotta move, I�}
"RAKING HAWK'S TALONS!!!" Came Mousse's yell, as his body came
streaking
down at Ranma. There, on the tip of Mousse's Shoes, were thos dark
metal
claws, glinting darkly as Mousse descended. Ranma managed to bunch his
muscles enough to force the darts out, but it was simply too late.
Mousse's
feet buried themselves in Ranma's chest, knocking both Ranma's breath,
and
the last of his strength from his body. Ranma flew backwards, and
landed
right in front of the large crowd that had gathered and saw the entire
fight, and Ranma lose to Mousse. Mousse stood there, adjusted his robe,
and
calmly said, "Thank you, Akane Tendo. You have helped me defeat Ranma.
If
you had not yelled when you did, I could never have taken advantage of
his
distraction."
"Why� you�" Akane started as she moved towards Mousse, in a rage even
blinder than Ranma's. Mousse casually caught her fist in a claw grab,
and
said, "Akane, I do not hold any grudges against you. Ranma issued the
challenge, lost his focus on the fight, and lost the fight. It was as
simple as that." Mousse said evenly. He quickly jumped back to avoid
the
left hook that she had just thrown at his face. He said, "Now, will you
people let me leave in peace?"
A mass of angry voices came from the crowd, "You knocked out my son� my
future son-in-law� No one but the Great Blue Thunder is worthy to fight
the
wicked Saotome� You cheated!� Let's get him� How dare you hit my
Ranchan?!"
One voice in particular caught Mousse's ears. "Ayiah! Ranma! What
Happen
to
him? why he have� Mousse's� shoes� Oh no�"
"Yes, Shampoo. I did Beat him, but don't worry. I wouldn't marry you if
you
begged me. I do not love you. You are the most manipulative�" Shampoo
started flinching as Mousse drew closer to her, pointing at her, and
raising his voice, "Sadistic, empty headed, empty-hearted, moronic
Bimbo
I
have ever had the misfortune to MEET! You should have fallen into the
Jusenkyo Spring of drowned DOG, because it would have FIT your
PERSONALITY,
SO much better. I never want to see you again Shampoo. EVER!" By now,
Mousse was screaming at her, and Shampoo was on the verge of tears. He
turned around, picked up his travelling bag, and went to leave. What he
had
forgotten about, was the mob of people that wanted to hurt him for
hurting
Ranma. His memory was refreshed, however, when he heard, "GET HIM!!!"
Mousse turned around, narrowed his eyes at them and said, "You all hate
me
so much, then let me leave!"
"Not until you pay, villian!" came Kuno's Voice above the crowd.
"Then feel the foolishness of your attack. Hidden Weapons Technique,
Ultimate Finishing Move: Total Arsenal WAAAAAAAAAVE!!!" Mousse cast his
arms forward, and the crowd ground to a sudden halt. To say that the
wall
of metal careening towards them was huge would have been the
understatement
of the year. Every chain, every blade, every blunt weapon, every spear,
everything in Mousse's Robes came flying out at them, some turned and
ran,
some stayed and attempted to fight it off, while others were stunned
into
a
sort of paralysis by the sheer magnitude of weapons that seemed to just
come out of thin air. Shortly, everyone who had moved to attack Mousse,
who
had not retreated immediately, was wrapped, almost head to toe, in
chains
of varying lengths and weights. Not a single person could stand. The
only
people still standing on that small road were Akane, who was too
stunned
to
speak, or even move, Shampoo, on her knees, and crying, and Cologne,
who
was eyeing Mousse in a strange, calculating manner.
Mousse made his way through the groaning crowd, gathering up his
weapons,
and hiding them up his sleeves again. After about half an hour, he had
gathered up just about everything, when he encountered Cologne.
"You know what you must do, Son-in-law, You know the law. You beat
Ranma,
so now you must marry my Shampoo."
"Cologne, I want that as much as Shampoo does. She hates me, and I
frankly
don't like her. She has hurt me too many times for me to forget it and
go
on in blissful ignorance. Maybe once, I would have given my very soul
to
hear those words, but now, I dread them as Much as Ranma does. There is
no
way I will marry her now."
"Are you saying that you are blatantly disregarding the law of the
Amazons?" Cologne's diminutive form flared with her battle aura, and
Mousse
quickly stepped back.
"All I am saying is, I need time. Just give me a little while to sort
out
my feelings, and then I will return with my answer. But do not try to
look
for me, for not even I know where I will be. Goodbye Cologne, and thank
you
for putting up with me as long as you have." Mousse threw his hand
down.
in
a small flash of light, smoke and sound, Mousse was gone. Cologne
looked
up
at the sky, and screamed. "HE DID IT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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Well, that's the end of part two.
In the next Chapter, I'll be giving my version of Mousse and Shampoo's
Childhood in their villiage. Including an Original character or two, if
I
decide to write that much ^_^. I apologize for the time you had to wait
to
read this, but Real life sometimes gets in the way. On another note,
I'm
still looking for things to post on my completely random page, dealing
with
anything Ranma/Anime related. If you want something up there, Show me
what
you want me to put up, and we'll talk. I welcome Fan fictions, fan art,
links, images, etc. Just let me see it first, though. And, BTW, I hope
I
don't have to say this, but NO HENTAI STUFF! Thanks!
Muu Tsu.