Akane Mu: Disowned

Sorry couldn’t put too much thought into this chapter; there was a family crisis over the weekend that has me a little rattled :(

Sid

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Ranma

“What do you mean that Akane was disowned?” Ranma demanded.

Genma turned his eyes on his son “I saw her myself, she was fast asleep with a man and they were half naked. It looked like they had taken drugs and had sex”

“Akane?” Ranma said dubiously. “Which guy?” he demanded.

“That Chinese guy, Mousse” Genma replied.

Ranma couldn’t resist a laugh at this “Mousse? I don’t think that he even realizes that there are other girls in the world besides Shampoo. There’s no way, Akane doesn’t take drugs and I doubt that she’s ever slept with anyone” Ranma said.

“You doubt what I saw? He still has a penis and that obviously isn’t being used by Shampoo. Besides, Akane’s popular with the boys, I can see why now” Genma said cruelly. Soun joined them.

“Ranma your new fiancée’s Kasumi” he announced.

The other girl went pale and said “oh my”

“What if we don’t wish to marry?” Ranma demanded.

“You’ll do what is good for the school boy, or you can be disowned too. Besides, Kasumi’s beautiful and a good cook, you can’t go wrong with her” Genma said.

Ranma glared at his father “I don’t wish to marry for the school, not Akane or anyone”

“Father, he’s kind of young for me” she pleaded.

“Do you object to my choice of husbands for you?” Soun asked.

She hung her head, “No father, I’ll try and be a good wife to Ranma” she replied.

“What about you boy?” Genma asked.

“For the good of our two families, I will go along with it for now. But I shall find a way to prove Akane’s innocent, she’s my friend” Ranma snarled.

“So now you admit that you like Akane?” Genma said. Ranma just blushed. “Stay away from that tramp, I understand that she’s living with him now and has taken his last name”

Ranma was in turmoil. Did this mean that Akane had married Mousse? Was there any truth to all of this?

Shampoo

I was jealous of Akane at first and I knew it. Ranma acting all crazy around her was enough, but the man who has loved me all my life suddenly paying all of his attention to Akane was beyond ridiculous! He first had started this by portioning off their room by use of a curtain and a second futon was added for her. Then he was always holding her as she sobbed or softly talking to her. Then I realized that her favour to me that had cost her everything, and then I felt bad.

Mousse, I don’t actually hate him as I appear to. It must appear funny, the coldhearted bitch telling him to go to hell practically every day while he sobs for attention. If only they knew the real story.

It started at the last Amazon tournament, not the one where I met Ranma, but the one pervious to that. I was fifteen and had proved to be the victor. I sat with my fellow male and female warriors and watched as my friends made the secret signal to their chosen lovers of that evening, these were accept by the male signaling back. I’d never done anything sexual before, I’d been saving myself for someone I love. However, that night I felt different and did the signal to Mousse. He looked surprised, but accepted my proposition. We went to his hut; we were both rather shy at first. He was inexperienced, but surprisingly sweet and gentle. There was a slight twinge of pain followed by a cry of bliss, this was echoed soon after.

Then I got into our new relationship and I started waiting for him to leave the field everyday, my friends would make fun of me. We would go back to his place every night and talk, eat dinner together and make love. I ceased to see him as the cute young boy he had been and started to see the handsome, sweetheart of a man that he was becoming. His height was increasing and so was his strength. His only problem was with his eyesight and I started to see past that. I was taking herbs that prevented conception, but forgot one night........and then I missed my period. Then I missed two and had to tell him. His eyes lit up and he promised that we would do whatever I want. If an Amazon woman falls pregnant, then marriage by defeat law is forfeit and she can either choose to marry the father or raise it on her own.

Then my great-grandmother sent Mousse away on an errand and whispered words of disparagement into my ears: that he was weak, that he was unworthy, fear of his eyesight being genetic and how our daughter could never rule with this defect. She brow beat me into competing at the next tournament and said that she would accept Mousse and I as a couple if I won. I didn’t win, but was thrown from the log by a redheaded outsider, this cause me to lose the baby later that night. I had already given her the kiss of death by the point. So assuage my grief and avenge my child I went to killed her, only to find that she was a he, meaning I had to marry him instead. He was a handsome guy so I thought it for the best. Ranma, my new love and murderer of my old one.

I had to tell Mousse what happened and thought that he would hate me; I hoped that he would hate me and tell me to go fuck myself. With grief in his beautiful eyes, he told me that he still loved me and wanted to marry me. I told him that I hated him and never wanted to see him again. I hated myself for losing our baby and I hated him for being so nice about it. So I moved to Japan to pursue my new love, but Mousse followed me. I enjoy publically humiliating him by pursuing Ranma; it makes me feels good to taunt him. I love watching him cry. Mousse, just go home, we can never be as we were. I don’t love you anymore.

I eventually had to realize that Mousse regarded Akane as a younger sister in need of protection; their touches were for comfort and not for pleasure. So I decided to offer her a token of friendship and went into Mousse’s room where she always seemed to hide. She hadn’t been back to school yet and we were starting to get a little worried about her.

I found her lying on the futon staring dead ahead “Akane, I brought you Chinese dress to wear for working in restaurant” I said with a smile of friendship.

“So I have to cook?” she asked. I couldn’t help giggle at this notion.

“No waitress like me” I said and held out the dress to her. She changed behind the curtain and I couldn’t resist laughing at the way that my dress bagged at her hips and breasts. I could see a twinge of pain in her eyes and wondered why.

“I guess I don’t have much of a figure” she said sadly. I answered by pulling her jeans over my own satin pants to show that they wouldn’t go past my hips.

“No you have different figure then me is all, is easy to take dress in for body. Akane have nice figure, just is petite while mine voluptuous. We both look different in each other’s clothes and both look funnier in Mousse’s.” She grinned back at me, so we had fun trying on each other’s clothes and then hit Mousse’s closet. He came home to find us each wearing a white robe of his. We looked back at him guiltily until he asked “is there a party going on that I wasn’t invited to?” We just cracked up and all of us became friends at that moment.

Akane

It was strange living with the Amazons at first. I had thought that they were always as they appeared in public, but in their private life they acted more relaxed around one another. Shampoo and Mousse were much friendlier and even Cologne would join in their jokes. They functioned together as a unit when they worked in the kitchen. Each just seemed to sense what was needed and did it. They were the most organized society that I had even seen and they were friendly to me. Apparently I was considered to be an Amazon now.

In the early days, it was a little weird. Mousse would wake up and I would hear him donning his clothes and then he would hum to himself while he combed his hair. Shampoo liked to sing Chinese love songs while she dressed, so they had quite the chorus going. I would wait until Mousse left, and then I would get dressed myself and join them for breakfast. They liked to fruit salad with whole wheat toast. Cologne did the cross word puzzle, while we all traded sections of the newspaper back and forth until the paper was read. Then they would go work out at Chinese dojo nearby run by Master Chang, who was actually the largest Amazon female that I’d ever met. She was The Terminator with dainty earrings. She had more muscles in her neck. then me my entire body.

I was thrilled when Cologne watched me train and then said “Akane, you’re an Amazon now. Would you like me to train you as a proper warrior?”

I lit up for the first time in days that so powerful a warrior would want to train me! “W-would you do that?” I asked, not used to my desire for proper martial training being taken seriously.

She nodded, “you have natural potential, which is being wasted. Brute strength and the ability to break bricks is only the half of it. You have to learn proper defense and attack techniques also” she replied. Let’s just say that I had bruises all over my body by the time the instructions were over and I had more to look forward to the next day and the day after that.

On the final day before I was to return to school, Mousse took me to a place where people were trained to work the dragon in the parade. I had a ball trying to work first the middle and then head in tandem with the rest of the players. I was awful, but had a blast. It was almost enough for me to forget that I had to face going back to school tomorrow.

People have already heard about my disownment. I can tell because of how they look at me when I walked with either Shampoo or Mousse. I have never realized how disconnected the Chinese people seemed from the Japanese, we sometimes got hostile glances when we Amazons walked together, Xian Pu, Mu Tzu, Ku Lon and I, Akane Mu.