This has been gathering dust on my hard drive so I decided to post it. 
Tell me what you think.  Should it be a series, too?



Disclaimer:  Rumiko Takahashi created all characters that will be used
in this fanfic

Blind Love
A Ranma 1/2 Fanfic
by Brian


*-*-*-*

	Mousse exited his room in the attic of the Nekohanten.  Heading
downstairs proved to be a difficult task as his head still ached from
the blow Cologne had knocked him unconscious with last night.  Adjusting
his glasses so that they rested comfortably in front of his eyes,  he
exited the restaurant and headed for the park.  It was early in the
morning, very few people would be up at this time.
	Entering a clearing by the lake, Mousse began going through katas
specially designed for a master of the hidden weapon.  This was the only
area in which he could do such things due to the range his weapons
allowed him.  Every punch, every kick, every leap, ended with a weapon
of some kind appearing from within his voluminous robes, and
disappearing just as quickly.  He flowed through his forms, he did not
allow thought to interfere, but it was not enough.  He stopped to admire
his handiwork.  If you looked closely you could tell that the grass had
been a little bit longer when the sun rose, and the leaves had not been
a dense upon the ground.  His technique was perfect, today Ranma Saotome
would pay.

*-*-*-*

	The sun held itself high in the sky as Mousse made his challenge. 
Ranma leapt to accept, and the battle raged.  This time, Mousse was
better than ever before.  He was much better than he had ever been.
Ranma was sweating and grunting as the time passed, but it was not to
last.  Mousse found himself submerged in the Furinkan pool, frantically
trying to get out of his robes.  He managed after a short struggle to
emerge from the water, but the fight had ended.  Ranma Saotome had won
once again.  Mousse looked through the coke-bottle glasses perched on
his avian face, and watched as Ukyo congratulated Ranma on his victory. 
Akane followed with a mallet shortly afterwards.  Mousse had not dealt
the crushing blow to Saotome, but it had been fun to watch.  Flapping
his wings, he flew back towards the place he called home.

*-*-*-*

	Mousse returned to the Nekohanten, and human form, and found himself
confronting a fuming Shampoo.
	"Mousse!   Where you go?  You no try hurt Airen again."
	Mousse threw himself at his beloved's feet.  "Shampoo, when will you
realize that Ranma Saotome does not love you?  I am the only one truly
worthy enough to be your husband."
	Shampoo sighed as she looked at Mousse.  He had failed again, obvious
from the bruises covering his face.  She couldn't help but laugh, he
just looked so funny on his knees in front of her, absolutley pleading
with her.
	"Ahaha, Mousse look so funny on knees like that."
	Mousse was astounded.  <Was that a compliment?>  He began smiling
dreamily as he looked up at the woman who owned his heart.  He was
smacked out of his dreamlike state by Shampoo's hand contacting the back
of his head.  "Yes, Shampoo?"
	"Great-Grandmother accidentally throw something of Shampoo's out
yesterday.  You get for Shampoo, yes?"
	"Yes, my beloved, what is it?"
	Shampoo turned her head toward him and flashed him the ear ornament she
was wearing.  "It look like this."  She picked him up and threw him out
into the alley where the garbage was.  "You get now."

*-*-*-*

	Mousse rooted through the garbage, encountering all things great and
small.  He turned to face the last two cans, his search as yet
unsuccessful.  Plunging his fist into the first met an extremley gooey
substance.  He pulled his hand out to find it soaked in some sort of
glue.  Having no choice, he plunged it in again, and grasped something
that felt like it didn't belong.  Removing his hand from the trash can,
Mousse found the glue-soaked appendage holding a long fishing rod with a
suction cup where the hook should be.  He adjusted his glasses with his
free hand so he could read the inscription on the side.
	"Koi Fishing Rod.  Deluxe version."
	Mousse examined the object in his hand yet again, it didn't look like
it could catch any fish.  "Just great, I'm out here looking for
something of Shampoo's and all I find is some gag fishing rod.  Life
just doesn't get any better."
	At that precise moment, Shampoo peeked her smiling face into the
alley.  "Shampoo so silly, earring on ear whole time."  She lifted her
hair behind her ears to show that both earrings were where they should
be.  "I go visit Airen now.  Bai-bai."  She darted back inside and a few
seconds later Mousse heard the screeching of her bicycle tires as she
sped off towards the Tendo Dojo.

*-*-*-*

	Mousse exited the alley with the fishing rod in his hand, glaring at
the world around him.  He would have screamed at the sky, but he was too
worked up to do so.  He settled for waving his arms in frustration.  His
angst-fest was interrupted by a loud popping sound, and a voice from
somwhere to his left.
	"Ahem... Mousse-kun?"
	Mousse turned to confront the blur and adjusted his glasses so he could
see it clearly.  It slowly solidified into the form of Nodoka Saotome. 
She was holding a suction cup in her hand.  "I believe this belongs to
you."
	Mousse gathered himself quickly and began muttering apologies to Mrs.
Saotome.  In the short time he had known her he had found her to be an
honorable and respectable person.  He took the suction cup from her hand
and apologized one last time before disappearing into the nearby
Nekohanten.
Once inside, he set about finding some sort of solvent for the glue that
was slowly locking his hand into a claw-like shape.  He wonder briefly
what he should do with the rod that he had found.

*-*-*-*

	Nodoka walked away from the Nekohanten, her mind idly going over what
she would do when she saw Ranma today.  Ever since she had found out
about his curse things in her life had been going much better.  Finding
out about the fiancees had been a bit of a shock though.  Especially
that Shampoo girl, who was always mistreating that boy Mousse.  Yes,
Mousse seemed like such a nice boy.
	She idly rubbed a spot on her chest, just above the right breast, where
a small ring had formed.  <Mousse-kun should be more careful.  Imagine,
hitting me 'there' with that suction cup.  He shouldn't be waving that
novelty fishing rod around like that.  Still, he is such a nice boy.>

*-*-*-*

End Part 1

"Oh my!"

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