Ukyo Married

Kentaro poured himself a cup of coffee; he’d been forced to purchase a coffee maker due to his ‘roommate’s’ preference for tea in the morning. He’d been up for hours and had trained for a bit that morning, went for a jog, and then interviewed a gym that he was thinking of joining on a short term contract. ‘Anything to keep his boyish figure’ he thought with a grin and thanked the gods that he was a morning person.

“Good morning Cuz” he greets the non-morning person who joined him beneath her cloud of gloom.

“Nothing good about it!” Ukyo snarled, eyeing the coffee that he drank. “How can you drink that swill?” she demanded.

“I spent a year in America on an exchange program to learn to speak English, I got hooked on the stuff” he explained.

“I don’t see why you don’t drink the instant stuff then? I mean, you had to buy a fancy machine just to make it,” she said, as if scandalized.

“That fancy machine, as you term it, is just a standard coffee maker you can find in any dollar store for about the equivalent of twenty American dollars. It isn’t like I bought the machine to grind the coffee beans with. You make it sound like I plopped down a full brass espresso bar in your kitchen.” Kentaro explained while he poured The Crabby One the oolong tea she was addicted to, as had become their habit in the mornings. He’d been there a few days and they were slowly getting used to each other’s habits. It irritated her how cheerful he was in the mornings and it amused him how irritated she became about this. She glared at him, it was seven in the morning and he was fully dressed in black cargo pants and a long sleeved white shirt, without a hair out of place. He practically glowed with good health and easy humour. She glanced down at the ancient ratty terry cloth bathrobe that had belonged to her father, she liked to drape it over her nightshirt in the mornings and go down the stair to drink her tea in a state of as is. She didn’t even bother to brush her hair, so she was sure it was a lovely snarl. She glared at her immaculate tablemate, feeling like a plain girl forced to sit next to the prom queen. He saluted her with his mug of coffee and went back to doing the crossword of the American newspaper that he had spotted at a newsstand during his morning job.

She studied him; he had the face and hair of an angel and the body of a Greek god, that was enough for her to hate him right there normally. Then there was the fact that he was a skilled martial artist in the same form as herself. That he was intelligent (I skipped two grades, so I’m taking a year off to travel, he’d informed her) and spoke a couple of languages. That he was rich. All of these things should have made her hate him, but the worse part was that she couldn’t. He was also kind, compassionate, funny and affable. She couldn’t hate him,; as much as she tried.

She sighed and went to get ready for school. She came downstairs to a wonderful aroma coming from the restaurant, “what’re you making?” she asked. She’d given him permission to use her kitchen as he was her relief chef and she wanted him to get the lay of the kitchen.

“American breakfast style okonomiyaki, Americans go nutty for anything with eggs, bacon and cheese on it” he explained. “I thought that you might like to eat one before school” he said and slid it onto a plate with practiced skill. Ukyo took a bite and almost shuddered with pleasure, it was like there was an orgasm going on in her mouth! ‘Yep he can even cook like a dream’ she thought, shooting him a look of displeasure. She opened her mouth to tell him what she thought of his weird okonomiyaki, when there was a knock at the restaurant door. She eased it open to see a family standing out front.

“Hi, we were walking past and smelled your wonderful cooking. Are you were open for breakfast by any chance?” the woman asked politely.

Ukyo was about to open her mouth to say that they weren’t normally open until after school; when Kentaro stepped up beside her. “We aren’t normally, but today’s your lucky day” he said opening the door.

“But, but” protested Ukyo

“Relax, I’ll handle it. I’ll close after they leave; you know that you should never turn customers away. That’s the first rule of being a restaurant owner” he chided. He pulled a hair tie from his pocket, tied his hair into a ponytail, and then went to show them to their table.

“Hi folk, as we don’t normally serve breakfast; I’ll be your waiter and your chef. I promise to be quick” he said with a friendly smile and took their orders.

Ukyo paused, she’d yet to see him actually multiple orders of okonomiyaki at the same time. She gasped when his hands became a blur and the okonomiyaki seemed to fly onto the plates by themselves. The family also gasped, and then applauded when he served it to them. He cracked up and took a bow. Ukyo left for school fuming, giving Kentaro a mental punch in the face. He not only could cook, but also was faster at it then her and he was better with people.

She was still fuming when she returned to a packed restaurant and people making comments like “did you hear they have a new chef? He’s even better then the last one!” She her jaw hit the floor when she saw everyone crowded around the grill. They were cheering Kentaro on while Konatsu served food with breakneck speed. “Hi Ukyo” he said without missing a beat.

“How long have you been open?” she inquired through gritted teeth.

“Ever since you left. People kept on coming in, then Konatsu arrived early and has been helping me ever since, the place has been hopping!” he said, his hands still flying as he explained this to her.

“I can take over now,” she pointed out.

“No problem” Kentaro said and handed her the orders and ducked out from behind the grill. Ukyo almost balled the papers in her fist when she heard people whisper “aw, he’s leaving” and the teenaged females present seemed to head for the door. “We’ll talk about this later” she said to him coldly as she went past.

Kentaro didn’t stop working, but helped Konatsu with the overloaded tables and the teenaged girls who’d returned, seem to migrate to these. He flirted and took the orders from her customers with a flip of his long hair and a sashay of his cute butt. Ukyo watched him reduce thirty something mothers to giggling schoolgirls, by saying with a wink “and what would your sister like?” to the teenager beside them. The tips seemed plentiful and these he gave to Konatsu, who nodded gratefully.

After the dinner shift was done, she made them some tea and sat him down. “Kentaro, according to the receipts, we did a record day in sales. However that being said, you had no right to run my restaurant without my permission. This isn’t one of your family’s restaurants that you can just run it for practice and then go home to the comfort of family wealth. This is my restaurant, this is my livelihood and Konatsu is my employee. I pay his salary and for supplies and make mortgage payments on this establishment. I was very lucky that my father kept up his life insurance premiums when he died, if not this restaurant wouldn’t exist. Do you understand what I’m saying?” she said quietly.

“Yes, I was a jerk and behaved like a jackass. You’re right; I should have gotten in touch with you before deciding to keep your restaurant open. Just people kept on dropping in and I didn’t want to disappoint anyone, so I kept on cooking and the next thing I knew you were back. I have some problems; I really hate letting people down and I’m a high-energy person. I guess that I also kind of miss my guy friends, I have a whole bunch that I normal hang out with at home and they keep me out of trouble. I promise I shall never do anything in your establishment without your express permission, as long as I’m your guest”

“That’s fine. Now I do need a few favours from you. Could you teach me the recipe for the breakfast okonomiyaki?”

“Sure” he said. “What’s the other favour?”

“Do you mind working as a waiter during the dinner shifts?”

“Of course not, I told you I would do anything that you want me to do around here. I used to have to wash dishes in one of the restaurants when I was really young on my mother’s ordesr. Yes, I know how to scrub out toilets too” he said with a smile.

“Great, this brings me to my final request. Could you wear tighter pants from now on?” she asked with a blush.

He raised his eyebrow at her “tighter pants?” he inquired. “I guess that explains Konnie’s outfits”

“Konnie?” inquired Ukyo.

“Konatsu, he asked me to call him that” he explained.

“Really? He never asked me to”

Kentaro heard a sobbing coming from outside and walked to the door, he was somewhat startled to see a longhaired guy wearing a white robe. He was on his knees in the middle of the street sobbing his heart out. Kentaro looked at Ukyo questioningly.

“Its just Mousse, Shampoo probably ditched him and he’s upset again. Just ignore him, he’ll go home soon” she said causally.

“You mean the guy gets this upset on a regular basis and no one tries to help him or at least talk to him?” Kentaro asked incredulously.

That gave Ukyo pause; she didn’t recall anyone trying to help him. Everyone was so used to Mousse making a fool of himself that no one questioned it, it was practically an everyday thing in Nerima.

“Wait, I thought that Mousse was her pet duck?” Kentaro asked confused.

“He is, but he’s a man too. It’s complicated” said Ukyo. Kentaro studied the heartbroken man; there was something familiar about him, this he repeated to Ukyo. She shrugged “he’s a longhaired Chinese man, they all pretty much look the same to me” she said with a shrug.

Kentaro knelt down beside the sobbing man and put his hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay?” he asked. The male turned his tearstained face towards him; he was startled that someone was asking this of him, no one ever did. “My name is Kentaro, I’m Ukyo’s cousin who’s staying with her” he explained.

“I guess I’m alright” Mousse replied, Kentaro’s concern had interrupted his misery.

“Mousse, you look familiar to me. How do you pronounce your name in your language?” Kentaro asked.

“Mu Tsu” he explained, confused how this person he had just met could possibly know him. “Or is it that you think that all Chinese people look the same?” he asked sarcastically.

“No, I know a Mu Sheh in Kyoto and you look quite a bit like him” Kentaro explained.

“He’s my cousin!” Mousse said, his eyes getting wide.

”Cool, I love that guy. He got me hooked on this crazy trivia game that they play in bars and restaurants in America”

“NTN Trivia” Mousse stated.

“Yep, buzztime. Can’t tell you how many nights of sleep I missed because we were playing it on his satellite hook up. Man its good that we could both speak English or we would have been sunk” he said with a shake of his head. “Hey, I have it on satellite connection on my laptop. You interested?” he asked.

Mousse was so surprised that anyone would ask him to do anything with them, except tag team another marital artist, that all he could say was “you mean me?” in a startled voice.

“Of course, I don’t really know anyone in Nerima and would love to play with you if you know English and know the game. Besides I always love fresh ass to kick,” Kentaro said with a persuasive smile. “However we do need one thing to make our game complete, according to your cousin”

“Cream Soda” they both said together. “I know where to buy it, I’ll go get it while you set up the game” said Mousse and scurried off happily.

Ukyo was rather mystified by the exchange. ‘So Mousse is a nerd? Who knew?” she mused, suddenly understanding the thick glasses. “I can’t believe you just asked Mousse to hang out with you!” she said.

“Why not? He seems like a nice guy, a little weird, but nice” said Kentaro. “We can stay in my room if he bothers you” he volunteered.

“That’s not the problem, he....” Ukyo started, but then realized that she didn’t really have anything bad to say about the guy, she didn’t really know him. She just Mousse’s constant whining annoying. “Nothing, you can use the restaurant” she volunteered.

“Thanks Ukyo” he said giving her a hug on impulse. Ukyo was surprised at the feeling of solid male flesh against her own. The only male she ever hugged was Ranma, but he seemed to always dart away when she did. So it was a novelty for Ukyo to have a male hug her. who didn’t run like a chicken. As for Kentaro, his brain registered that she must have removed her bindings because her breasts felt surprisingly full, warm and soft against his own chest. She smelled like vanilla he realized, he fought the impulse to hug her tighter and released her quickly. “I should go set up my laptop” he said, pulling away abruptly.

“Good idea” said Ukyo, wondering why she enjoyed a simple hug so much.

Mousse knocked on the door burnishing to large bottles of cream soda, Kentaro answered it “come on in, time for me to kick your ass” he bragged.

“Oh yeah, I may have horrible eyesight but I have a photographic memory for what I can see” Mousse retorted.

They started playing “so I hear you can become a duck?” asked Kentaro as causally as he could.

Something in Mousse’s eyes shut down, he’d hoped he had finally found a friend; instead it was yet another person mocking him. “Yes, I suppose you find that funny” he said defensively.

“No I think its cool, its like something out of one of those animes. Can you fly?” he asked enthusiastically.

Mousse searched for signs of deception in Kentaro’s face, but saw only curiousity. “Yes I can, it’s the only part I like. Let me explain how the curse works....” Mousse explained it.

“That’s wicked! Ranma becomes a girl? Is she hot?” Kentaro asked.

“Yes, she’s a short, buxom redhead who has the same facial features as him” Mousse admitted.

“Sounds hot, and bit disturbing at the same time. It would be kind of hard talking a guy you like and then seeing him turn into a cute girl” Kentaro said with a shudder.

“What do you like in a girl?” asked Mousse out of curiousity.

Kentaro answered, “I like feminine girls, lots of lace and ruffles on their clothing, a bit of make up and softly, styled hair. How about you?” he asked.

Mousse turned red, “I like Shampoo” he explained.

“Hey yeah Ranma told me about her kiss thing. Hope you get her man; she’s hot. Hey I’m not interested!” Kentaro assured Mousse when he glared a challenge at him.

“Would you jackasses keep your locker room talk for the locker room!” said Ukyo with a little more vehemence then she’d intended.

Both boys blushed “we’re sorry” they replied. Ukyo returned to reading her book, she had originally been reading in her room, however the sound of companionable laughter had drawn her into joining the boys in the restaurant. Even though all she could really understand of what they were saying was the occasional word, so it would be like “blah blah blah President Ronald Reagan blah blah blah.” Still she couldn’t stop watching them. Kentaro seemed to be happier now that he had a friend to hang out with. As for Mousse, she had never seen him smile, let alone laugh; to see him do both in a relaxed comfortable atmosphere was kind of special. There was a loud knocking on the door, all three martial artists leapt to their feet. Carefully Ukyo opened the door, a figure slumped forward.

“Ah finally I found the world famous restaurant, Jin Jin in Okinawa! I would like an order of your famous squid and a glass of water” he said with a gasp.

“Hi Ryoga” said Ukyo, pouring a glass of their cream soda and handing it to him. He gulped it down at looked at the company assembled.

“I’m in Nerima aren’t I?” he questioned of the people staring at him.

“Yes jackass, you’re in my restaurant. You know Mousse, but I’m not sure that you know my cousin Kentaro” she introduced.

“I know you; you gave me water. Looks like you found the restaurant alright” Ryoga said.

“Yes, after several hours. Your sense of direction is horrible” Kentaro stated.

“My sense of direction is just fine!” he protested. He couldn’t understand when Ukyo and Mousse just looked at each other and cracked up.

“Don’t worry about it, I found my way…eventually. Can you speak English?” Kentaro asked.

“I’ve picked up a fair bit from my travels” said Ryoga with a blush.

“He means from getting lost” Mousse observed.

“What’s that duck boy?” asked Ryoga in a threatening manner.

“Nothing pig boy. Careful, we don’t want to get Ryoga upset or he’ll throw his parasol at us like a little girl” Mousse said facetiously.

“Pig boy?” questioned Kentaro. “Oh you became a pig!” he said, starting to understand everyone’s shape shifting.

“Want to keep it up duck boy!” Ryoga threatened, burnishing his parasol at Mousse.

He looked at Ryoga distastefully “quack, quack beats oink, oink any day in my books”

“Would you jackasses shut up or I beat your pointy heads together until the sawdust comes out!” Ukyo said slamming down her book and giving the boys a death glare. They quickly returned to the game, with Ryoga joining in their blah, blah, blahs. Once they were calmed down, all three boys seemed to bond as only teenaged boys can. Soon their laughter sounded more like giggles and that is when Ukyo decided to retire for the night.

“Night boys, I leave it up to you to decide whose staying and whose not” she said, hugging Kentaro before she realized what she was doing.

His eyes got wide, but he hugged her back “sleep well cousin” he said and kissed her on the cheek.

She got into her room and touched her cheek briefly, then shook her head and got ready for bed.

Kentaro asked Mousse, “Sheh said he had a cousin, how come I never met you?”

Mousse blushed, “it’s been awhile since I could afford to go, I don’t get paid for my job” he explained.

“Holy fuck, call the labour board” Kentaro said in disgust.

“It’s a complicated situation I’m in” Mousse explained.

“Uncomplicate it for me” Kentaro urged. Mousse explained. “Look I know you like her and all, but being her slave seems a little extreme. You ever want real a job, you call me,” he instructed, handing Mousse his card.

“Thanks, that’s nice” Mousse said, honestly touched that someone cared for his well-being. “However I should go, I have to work early in the morning” he explained.

“Not a problem. Where are you staying Ryoga?” asked Kentaro. “You can stay in my room if you want” he suggested.

Ryoga blanched “the pink one?”

“I was going to suggest that you take the bed and I will use my bedroll on the floor” Kentaro said. “Why? Do you think I’m gay?”

Mousse said “pretty face and long hair”

“Yes, like you’re one to talk” Kentaro pointed out. They bickered as new friends do until Ryoga opted to stay in Ukyo’s living room and Mousse opted to go home. Mousse waited while Kentaro personally led Ryoga to the living room and helped him set up on the couch, then drew wrote him signs, directing him to the washroom and gave Ryoga his cell phone number just in case. He rejoined Mousse.

“Thanks, I had fun” the duck boy said, realizing that his only night spent with friends in his life was done and would never be repeated.

“Cool, you like poker?” Kentaro asked.

“Yeah, but I don’t have money to gamble with” he said tentatively.

“So we’ll use beans, that’ll work. If you want to come by after work tomorrow, we can play against each other and I’ll teach you to make real Italian pizza. Twirling dough is easier then you’d think.

“Thanks I’d like that” Mousse said warmly.

“See you tomorrow” Kentaro said he said, clasping the other boy’s hand. Kentaro was starting to understand the residents of Nerima; they all had their private angst and loneliness and were too proud to admit it.

Dream

Kentaro female companion tightened her legs lovingly around his waist and kissed the pulse point at his neck, causing him to moan as her walls embraced him tighter. He pumped into her faster, her moans growing and escalating. Her warm breath panted on his neck. He drew her tight, silky body closer to him as he reached the point of no return. He bit his lip to postpone it a little while longer, wanting her to peak again before he went. Her walls started pulsing like crazy around him, he surrendered his seed to her thrashing body at the same time as she bedewed his cock with girly cum. He held her close and then went to give her a final kiss and…..woke up. He lifted his bed sheets gingerly, relieved to see himself throbbing with need, rather then that a wet dream occurred. He wondered why he was having so many sex dreams lately. He only used to get them once in a while, then turned over and punched his pillow in frustration. He promised his dick that as soon as he was divorced, he would find the first available female and make love to her all night long.

Meanwhile

In her bed, in the dead of night, Ukyo gasped “Oh Ranma” as she climaxed. She waited until she caught her breath and then pulled down her nightshirt and wiped her slick fingers on a tissue. Then threw them into the wastepaper basket she kept beside her bed for that purpose. She blushed, wondering if her cus….husband might have heard her; she got loud sometimes. She carefully got up and went to the washroom to pee and wash her hands as she did every night. She pressed her ear to his door and heard nothing. “Nah, its fine, he’s too innocent to understand what he heard even if he had’ she concluded and went back to bed.