Jeez, I just sent the story, and already have to make a revision! Well, it's
mainly to add the title and stuff; otherwise, it's unchanged.
All the characters depicted in this story are from Ranma 1/2, which was
created by Rumiko Takahashi. This story is something that came straight from
my own mind, so anyone wants to get all huffy and try to sue me for any
infringement, chill; it was a strange coincidence that just happened (and
even if you did win, all you'll ever get is a big honkin' IOU to cover the
damages, and ten to one says it'll bounce). Enjoy.
[Author's note: There is a scene that has some sexual content to it. Not
descriptive enough for a lemon, but adequate for a Lime tag. Read the story
as you see fit. Thank you.]
Kasumi 1/2
Change (Sidestory)
The way I figure it, some things don't change.
Some poor sap by the name of Inoue Akira had taken quite a shine to me, even
went so far as to actually approach me for a date tonight. I thought of
turning him down, because he's a total idiot...but since he's rich (not Kunou
rich, but good enough), I decided to oblige him. Standard dating etiquette
that I use on every other sap, of course: drain 'em dry, and leave 'em high.
This one, like others, thought that now that he fed me (at a painful dent to
his personal funding), that automatically gave him permission to ravage me
like a dog in heat. Maybe in America with some airhead blonde bimbo, but not
in Nerima, and especially not with one Tendo Nabiki, the aptly named "Ice
Queen" of Furinken High School. No sooner than his hands started groping, I
showed him just why I'm called the Ice Queen. He'll be fine in a few days,
but Mr. Happy and his two nutty friends will never be quite the same again...
Hey, just because I don't practice martial arts religiously doesn't mean I
don't know a few self-defensive tricks. Especially the more painful moves.
I think that's what makes me different from Kasumi and Akane. Well, besides
the obvious differences (they look more like Mom, while I'm stuck with more
of Daddy's features; they're the nice ones whereas I'm sometimes referred to
as the "Iron Bitch" at Furinken, etc.). I'm not afraid to cause pain. Akane
is reluctant to actually hurt people, save Kunou and sometimes Ranma; she's a
little too naive in that manner. Kasumi...well, it's nearly impossible to
even think of Kasumi accidentally harming an ant, let alone purposely hurt
someone now, but I remember her before Mom's death. She was nearly as bad as
Akane when she lost her temper, and she loathed doing anything that made her
look weak, like housework. However, when Mom died, Kasumi did a complete
one-eighty, becoming Mom for us. I can't even think of the last time any of
us saw her truly angry. That thought alone is more than enough to cow
anyone, even the old pervert Happousai.
Could I do something like that? Give up my life to remain virtuous, pure,
and motherly for the family? Mmm...no. It's not in my nature to sacrifice,
not at all. Maybe when I was just a little girl, I could; I was way too
sensitive then, and no one can control anything by being overemotional.
Hmm...enough of that kind of thinking. I rather not remember those days if I
can help it. Back to business.
Made a neat profit off of the time fights between Ranma and Kunou; he
actually weathered most of Ranma's attacks for seven minutes before he was
put down. A new record for Kuno-chan. Let's see, what else? Exhorted Inoue
Akira for all he was worth early tonight, then gave him a little something to
remember me by when he tried going to Breastville East and West. Heh. Let's
see him brag about that little "surprise" tomorrow...
Hum...it's 10:45. And school tomorrow, too...I'm going to pay for this in
the morning, I'm sure.
I approach the house, noticing that there are no lights on. Nice for them to
be so worried about me...well, no matter. Just get inside and into my nice,
warm bed, that's my mission now.
I kick off my shoes at the steps, then pad up the stairs. As I near my room,
I hear something coming from Kasumi's room. My ears perk up then; if I
didn't know better, I would have sworn Kasumi had someone else with her. Of
course, she's probably just exploring herself again. I don't think she had
ever done before in her life until about two months ago; she gets a little
too noisy for me to not notice, and when I went to check on her the first
time I heard her, did she ever get all red! I promised not to tell anyone
what she was doing (not like I'm so heartless to sell out Kasumi for a couple
of yen) and she felt more at ease, though still embarrassed. She still
blushes fiercely whenever I say, "Need an extra hand?"
"Ohh..."
"Yes..."
Hold the phone.
I look back at Kasumi's room door. That was two voices trying to keep their
volume down. I recognize one as Kasumi's, but the other one...I can't quite
place it. Now, I'm curious.
Time for a little spy work.
I crack the door ever so slightly. Immediately, my nose is attacked by the
strong aroma of musk. Proof of sexual gratification. Inside, it's too dark
to make out actual faces or specific detail, but I can see well enough what's
going on. Kasumi, her back to the door and subsequently me, is busy impaling
herself atop of a man laying down, his hands upon her hips controlling the
tempo. Dammit, I can't see his face at this angle, and he's just grunting.
No help from-
Run that by me again? My brain process the info it had just received a
moment ago. Kasumi. Having sex. With a man. That I can't identify. Yes,
that's what I saw.
I close the door back before I'm spotted, then escape to my room. Once
there, I lay back against a wall away from the happy pair. My senses finally
kick back into gear.
Well, I'll be damned. Kasumi's getting laid! Well, now, I'm kind of upset
with her, with her losing her virtue before me, and I'm pretty sure Ranma's
too slow on the uptake to try to have sex with Akane, so she's still cherry.
At least, it's nice to know that she's very much into men; once, I almost
considered the idea that dear sis was really a closet lesbian at one time.
I hear a muffled "...anata." "...-chan." The sounds from the room slowly
draw to an end, and the house becomes eerily silent. I give them another two
minutes before I can safely assume they have fell asleep.
Good. Now I can get some sleep. My mind is nagging at me, wanting me to
chance a sneak over to my older sis's room to find out the identity of her
lover. I'm just a bit too tired at the moment, though, and who am I to
interrupt Kasumi's happiness? Besides, I just put on my night shirt, and
entertaining every man's fantasy of two girls at the same time is _not_ in my
plans.
I crawl into bed and look at the ceiling. Some things never change. Of
course, maybe they do, but those things remain the same no matter how much
they change.
Hmm...that sounded pretty profound. Maybe I should take up philosophy
instead of business.
I close my eyes.
...nah.
End
I probably should have done Ukyou's first, but I want to plan that one out a
little better first. Besides, this idea just came (no pun intended) to me
early today, so I had to write it down. And from the last scenes, yes, I've
considered doing a lemon sidestory later on due to the number of requests for
one (don't ask when because I don't have the slightest inkling; I want to get
ATF and Ukyou's sidestory out of the way first).
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