Here's the final cut. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I have writing it.
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.]
[Author's note: This story takes place later at the end of Kasumi 1/2 Chapter
4.]
Kasumi 1/2
Change (Sidestory)
The way I figure it, some things don't change.
Some dick by the name of Inoue Akira had treated Fujisawa Harumi, one of my
few friends, in a manner most crude. He managed to charm his way into
Harumi's heart, not that it took much effort; she was always a sucker for
sappy shoujo romances. Within a few days, he convinced her to let him spend
the night with her. Big mistake. The next day, after bragging about his
exploits to nearly every guy in Furinken, he unceremoniously dumped her and
went to seduce another girl.
Harumi was devastated, not to mention ruined in many aspects, socially and
whatnot. What hurt the most was that Akira was her first, and he just
treated her like a prostitute. She came to me and cried out what she had
went through and the results. After hearing her tale, I decide it's time to
repay Akira the favor. No one hurts what few real friends I have and gets
away with it.
After observing his habits, I lured him out. He had taken quite a shine to
me, even went so far as to actually approach me for a date tonight. Even
though I desperately wanted to tell him where he could stick his suaveness, I
let it continue, even played up the cutsy bit for what it was worth. It
worked like a charm; I had him completely suckered in. It also helped that
he was pretty new to Furinken and therefore did not know of me very well.
Akira, 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, aptly named the "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
like "Grab, twist, pull." And let's not forget, I have Ranma on my side as
well, in case of any planned retribution.
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 "an 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. The way I remember her,
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 because she felt
that her death was all her fault. 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....
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 timed-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...I wonder about Kasumi, though. Normally, she'd be
up waiting for me like a mother hen. I wonder...
I open the door with my spare key, kick off my shoes at the steps (no Kasumi
here...strange), then pad up the stairs. I wonder if she is all right.
Better check on her, just out of curiousity.
As I near my room, I hear something coming from Kasumi's room. A quiet sound
in the otherwise still household dampened by the walls. Carefully, I near
the door leading to her room, and the sound becomes a little more definite.
Hmm...it sounds rather steady a rhythm, punctuated with the occasional extra
sound, like a moan. If I didn't know any better, I would have to say my
oldest sister had someone else in there with her, someone of the masculine
persuasion.
Yeah, right. She's probably just exploring herself again. I don't think she
had ever touched herself before in her life until about a little over 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.
That was two voices trying to keep their volume down, no mistaking it. I
recognize one as Kasumi's, but the other one...I can't quite place it. Now
I'm especially 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 activity. Inside, it's too dark to
make out actual faces or specific detail, but I can see well enough what's
going on. Kasumi, angled in a way that her back is 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 reprocesses 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.
...oh my fucking god!
I close the door back before I'm spotted, then escape to my room. My senses
finally kick back on line, having somewhat recovered. I pilfer an empty
glass from the top of my dresser and close in on the wall ajacent to the
happy pair. I listen in carefully.
"Oohhh...more...please..."
"Kasumi-aaahh-chan...ohhh..."
Well, I'll be damned; Kasumi's getting laid! I wasn't imagining it!
Well, now, I'm kind of upset with her, with her losing her virtue before me.
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.
The voices rapidly escalate to their zeniths and linger briefly. Slowly the
sounds of the room tumble down into silence. The house becomes eerily silent
then. I strain my hearing as far as it can go, but the two occupants aren't
making a peep. I give them another few minutes before I can safely assume
they have fallen asleep.
My mind is screaming at me to chance a sneak over to my older sis's room to
find out the identity of her lover. However, I decide not to. It's not that
I don't want to know; it's just that I'm just a bit too tired at the moment,
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 tonight.
A menage a trois with my older sister...ew....
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 (it's being inspired from a very
unlikely source), 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; probably after I get through
Chapter 5 of Kasumi 1/2).
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