Lies and Deceptions

Er making a visit to post this as I got a request and might continue it.

Sid

Rei tried her spicy chicken Ramen again, it was Mousse’s favourite so she’d been so careful with the recipe. She wanted everything to be perfect when he got home from work. She took off her apron and set the table. A final mirror check showed her that her wine coloured cheongsam dress remained unwrinkled and the matching flower she wore to one side of her bun hadn’t wilted yet. She had ceased wearing kimonos and had been altered in modest ways since her last time spent as Rei. She examined her beautiful face and hoped that she looked her best. She heard the key turn in the lock and Mousse came in, he wore a pair of old blue jeans and a t-shirt under his polyester blue uniform shirt and carried a lunch bag. Since leaving the Nekohanten, he’d found a job as a stock boy in a large department store. It saddened Rei to see him out of his martial arts clothing, the baggy western style clothing seemed to rob him of his exoticness somehow, not that she would tell him that. “Welcome home husband” she said wrapping her arms around him.

He held her tight and allowed himself to bask in the love that he felt for her. In his whole miserable existence, she was his only bright spot; his Rei of light. Gods how he needed her and she would be gone soon. “Good to be home with you” he said in a voice choked with emotion as a tear fell onto her bright-flame hair.

Sensing his dark mood, she made him laugh with stories about her day and helped him rid himself of the ponytail that she had come to loath and change his clothing. He had only his pants on when he felt arms encircle him and soft, small hands explore his chest, before slipping down his body to caress his thighs teasingly. He moaned and said “what about dinner?”

She stepped back and pulled the pins from her hair so it tumbled down her back. She cocked her head and looked at him seductively through downcast eyes. “Its soup darling, I turned it on low, it will just simmer until we’re ready to eat” she purred. With skill born of practice of someone used to removing Chinese clothing, she wriggled out of her tight cheongsam to reveal that she wore nothing underneath. Forgetting his physical hunger Mousse scooped her up and laid her on the bed to worship her; what he ate certainly satisfied one hunger. They made love passionately but tenderly, her hitched breaths ghosting against the hollow of his throat intoxicated him just as much as her sweet, nubile body did. She herself was entranced as each of his strokes lovingly caressed her sweet spots, so she slipped seamless from one orgasm to another.

“Deeper” she panted. Understanding what she meant, he hugged her and rolled them so she was bouncing on top him. His hands stroked and guided her hips as she rode him, sometimes they would stroke her bouncing, full breasts with their diamond point nipples or slip between her thighs to caress her button as they climbed together towards perfect bliss. She cried out one final time and arched above him, while he filled her with his final warmth. After some cuddling, they got half dressed and ate dinner satiated and giggly with their hair a disheveled mess. They retired for the night to make love again.

Mousse stared sadly at his sleeping Rei; she was cuddled into him with her arms around him and her head resting on his breast. He wished that she didn’t have to leave and would stay with him forever......but he knew that that could never be. “I love you” he said.

She raised her head up sleepily and said, “I love you too” and rolled over. Mousse got out of bed, got dressed and brushed his hair. He retrieved her male Chinese clothes and a kettle and laid them beside her. He leaned over her to give her one last kiss on the cheek and said “Ranma return”

Ranma sat up and let Rei’s memories sink into his own “you two had fun tonight” he stated.

Mousse leaned against the wall to appear causal. “Yes we did, I treasure every second I am with Rei”

“She does too” Ranma said, picking up the kettle and stood up to transform herself to her true form, Mousse averted his eyes as this was painful for him to watch. He walked out of the room and waited for the other martial artist to join him at the table. When he did, Mousse took up his comb and tied Ranma’s hair back into his customary tight braid so that no one would question what he’d been doing. “Thanks Mousse” he said smiling at him in a way that painfully was like Rei’s.

“I thank you to for allowing me to see my wife” Mousse said formally.

“You were never really married” Ranma pointed out.

“In my heart we were” Mousse said defensively.

Ranma turned to leave, but briefly touched a wall “it’s funny, this tiny apartment seems like home to me. I guess because it’s so quiet here compared to the Tendo residence” he said with a laugh to cover that being around Mousse made him nervous. The other boy inspired feelings in him that weren’t terribly manly.

“Don’t forget our bargain” Mousse reminded him.

“I won’t” Ranma promised. Mousse collapsed on the floor and started sobbing the second he was out of earshot.

Ranma’s Bargain

Ranma was there when the shit hit the fan. Mousse had pretty much been ignoring Shampoo and just doing his job since he had lost Rei; not that Shampoo knew about her. He spoke to her and Cologne only when he had to and was polite to customers, but distant. Ranma observed him as he went by, he looked like he’d lost weight and his once luxurious hair was lank and greasy. Ranma as Rei remembered how vain he was about his hair. He would brush it one hundred strokes each night and used a special conditioner that he had to order from China that was guaranteed to make it shinier. He now exclusively wore his glasses, yet Ranma could still tell that his eyelids were swollen from crying and could see the dark circles under his eyes. He wore his still pristine white robe, not proudly like before as if it was his second skin, but listlessly as if it was a cheap suit. He moved like a zombie about his tasks and seemed to care for nothing; Ranma was the only one who knew that it was because he had lost what he cared for.

Oddly enough Shampoo seemed to take greater offense to his silence then when he used to constantly demand love from her. She criticized his work ethic endless and heaped abuse on his on a daily basis. She seemed to enjoy humiliating him in public the most. One day she threw a full bowl of Ramen at his head and gloated when noodles got caught in his hair and chicken flavoured Ramen soaked and stained his robe. In a deadly calm voice he said “you will apologize to me”

“Why have to apologize to lowly male and especially stupid duck boy?” she sneered back.

He seized her wrist and she gasped when he pulled her so that they were practically eye to eye “because it’s illegal to treat your employees like this. If you have a problem with my work, you should call me into the kitchen and talk to me about it in private, rather then screaming at me like a fishwife in the main dining room” he said calmly.

“It’s true Miss, I own a factory and would never treat my employees like that” a man at a nearby table said in disapproval.

“What’s going on here?” Cologne demanded. Seeing Shampoo being manhandled by Mousse, she swiftly conked him on the head, he made a noise of pain when she did this. “Get back to work the pair of you” she ordered.

“I’ve seen enough, he’s right. We’ve been coming in here for a while now and have seen you hit that boy repeatedly. I doubt that he’s over the age of twenty; that’s child abuse” a woman at another table chided. “Call the police honey” she ordered her husband, he frowned at Cologne and pulled out his cell phone.

Cologne neatly hooked it, “now now, he’s my great-grandson. You know how youngsters act up and have to be punished” she said nervously.

“Punished?” the woman said looking at her through narrowed eyes.

“You know, he either not get food for day or she whip him. Is how it is back home when males misbehave” Shampoo said with a shrug.

“Honey get your cell phone back and find out where in China they’re from, this sounds like a lawsuit waiting to happen” the woman ordered him.

“Everyone just calm down, my great-granddaughter’s just kidding. Everyone here gets a free meal” Cologne said brightly. “Mousse, Shampoo; start serving” she ordered them.

“Serve them yourself, I quit” Mousse said. “Thank you for your concern but I’m fine” he said bowing to the couple.

“You can’t be serious; you said you no want to leave Shampoo!” Shampoo cried in surprise.

“I’ve never been more serious in my life. I’m sick of seeing our future leader trying to whore herself to a so-called lowly male and I’m sick of you. Cologne, you’re just as petty, selfish and immature as your great-grandmother......” he said and went on to tell them off in great lengths. He stopped in front of Ranma on his way out and said, “Shampoo’s all yours. Gods help you” and left.

Ranma could only watch with pride as Shampoo’s lapdog bit her in the ass, he would have applauded if Shampoo hadn’t been there. Afterwards she stomped over to his table “what the hell wrong with Mousse lately? He seemed to no eat, no sleep and bitchy as heck. I no like him before and now I hate him. Do boys get PMS?” she snarled.

“Perhaps he lost someone?” Ranma asked.

“His grandmother, but that was months ago” she said.

Ranma waited until everyone had gone to sleep and stole of into the night. Using Rei’s key he let himself silently into Mousse’s apartment. Ranma walked softly around, seeing the place through her eyes. He allowed himself to experience her memories; she had been so happy here. The bud vase Mousse had given her her first rose in was on the table and it contained of her favourites; a delicate, pink coloured rose. Ranma sniffed it as he caressed the delicate, almost waxen petals. There was the chair that she read in when she had finished all of her chores, it was closest to the window that let the most light in. There were the slippers she wore, the blanket she kept on the sofa. The sofa where they made love sometimes.........Ranma blushed at these memories, they unsettled him. That he’d truly enjoyed having male hands upon him, male lips on, well both sets of her’s and a male....inside him, Ranma shivered at the idea and the memories.

Silently he let himself into Mousse’s room; the other boy wore a pair of sleep pants and a tee shirt. He hugged his pillow in his dreams. He breathed softly and evenly. On his dresser was the picture that Ranma had had taken of himself done up like Rei; he’d done it to taunt Mousse and mock him at the same time. Now it just made him feel bad.

He found himself studying Mousse through Rei’s eyes and had to admit that he was a good looking man. It was strange for Ranma these days, it was as if he had two people living inside his body and one of them mourned for this man; Ranma’s rapist and greatest love at the same time. Without thinking he reached out and stroked his exposed arm. Mousse opened his eyes and said, “Rei?” he sagged when he saw that is was Ranma. He sat up in bed, “have you come to finally kill me for what I did to you? Go ahead and do it” he said, defeat clear in his voice.

“Actually I wanted to make a bargain with you” Ranma said feeling awkward.

“What would that be?” he asked.

“I want to spend time with you as Rei” he stammered.

“If you want to cross dress, do it somewhere else. I suggest Ryoga; he seems to believe you when you’re disguised in your female form. Or perhaps Kuno, that one’s as gullible as the day is long; you could probably take half of his fortune if you sold yourself to him” Mousse said contemptuously.

“I mean that I would be Rei at the time. I met a hypnotist who swears he can create a separate personality for Rei that you can access with key code words and then reverse it with others” Ranma explained with a flaming face.

“Do you think that I’m so delusional that I would agree to this!” Mousse snapped. “As far as I’m concerned Rei’s dead” he said bitterly.

“I can feel her inside me, she misses you” Ranma protested.

“Then have your hypnotist friend vanquish her” Mousse said.

“You could make love to her while she’s in my body” Ranma offered.

Mousse got hard at this idea and blushed when it poked the blanket up “are you gay now?” he said sharply.

“No I want to be her for at least a little while, once a week or something like that. Her life was so peaceful, there was no one challenging her, telling how she’s supposed to be or glomping onto her. Rei was loved and cherished by her husband and family. I just want to experience that again for a little while, perhaps an hour. If you could just let me experience her life, I would do anything you asked” Ranma said.

Mousse head was spinning at the idea of seeing his gentle wife again, of touching her.....of making lov..... “wait you don’t like males, it would be like I raped you all over again!” he protested.

Ranma touched his two fingers together nervously and blushed. “I know little about sex, but really enjoyed making love with you. I have no objection doing........that as long as I’m not there at the time. Besides it might be good training for me” he finished lamely. “Mousse what do you want me to do? Name it and it will happen”

Mousse studied him and saw he was serious. “Very well, you can have your Rei time pretending to be my wife, but you have to do something for me”

‘What would that be?” Ranma said.

Mousse looked directly at him with his blind eyes “I have spoken to the owner of the circus that I used to work for. They are going to be travelling here in a month, at which time I shall be rejoining them. You have to get the Shampoo’s shampoo and wipe my memory clear of her, I then what your hypnotist to replace my memories of Shampoo with those of Rei. I want to forget my years relentless chasing Shampoo and the abuse I suffered at her hands. I want myself to think that it was Rei all along, that she was real and my wife who died young because.....”

“You want to think that your love was real” Ranma finished.

“Yes, you will send a message to Cologne on my behalf saying that I will never bother Shampoo again and am never coming back. If you will do this for me, I can grieve for Rei properly as a cherished dead loved one and honour her memory. For this I will give you the remaining time that have left in Nerima for your time of peace and be the most attentive husband ever. Do we have a deal?” he asked.

“Yes” Ranma said without hesitation.