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Ranko 1/2	By : humdrum07 Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 9788 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Um...” Ranko look down at the ground. She was currently walking down the street with Mousse right beside her. He had just gotten off work. He hardly ever got off work during the day since the Nekohanten closed late, but Shampoo and her father were preparing for Cologne's arrival from China. Cologne also had strict instructions for him to be out on a date with Ranko before she came back. Her reasoning was anybody's guess... but at least Mousse wouldn't have to work until closing. Those twelve hours were hell.

“What's on your mind Ranko?”

“I-I'm sorry...” Ranko smiled sadly and continued walking, leading him to a couple of benches in the park.

“For what?” he watched her as she sat down and followed suit.

“Now that we're getting married... you won't have a chance with Shampoo. I feel like I forced you into this.”

Mousse laughed, “You didn't force me into anything. Shampoo was going to kill you that day in the café. You... you seemed scared and frozen, so I jumped in. If anyone was forced, I'd say it was you. I'm the one who gave you the Kiss of Marriage. The fact that you accepted it was a surprise.”

“But Shampoo...”

“I'll always have a place in my heart for her... but I don't think I love her as much as I used to. If you can even call a blind obsession love.”

Ranko nodded slowly, taking in his words. He didn't really say that he loved her, but at least she was beginning to feel a little less guilty about dashing his hopes with Shampoo. “I uh... have to tell you something else.”

“Yeah?”

“I'm not really... well... what I'm trying to say is...”

“You're the actual drowned girl from Jusenkyo,” Mousse added nonchalantly.

“Yeah... h-how did you... did Cologne tell you?”

“She did. You're not angry are you?” he looked at her and she could see the worry in his eyes.

“Of course not,” she said quickly, “It makes this easier. D-Did she tell you about the dreams?”

“Some of them.”

“The reason I was so scared at the Nekohanten was... because... I was given the Kiss of Death all those years ago.”

“What?”

“In my latest dream, I saw myself fighting an Amazon. She was pissed after I won and gave me the Kiss of Death. My dream then skips to me standing on these bamboo chutes coming out of one of the Jusenkyo springs. I'm assuming nobody told me what that kiss was or I would have hightailed it out of China. I seemed to be training when Colgate, the Amazon I fought, came up and... that's where it's a little blurry. I'm assuming we fought. The next part is crystal clear though. She's standing over me, pushing me into the Nyannichuan and... and holding my head under the water.”

“So, that's how you drowned,” Mousse said to himself.

“I guess so...” she shrugged. “Colgate succeeded in her mission.”

“You seem very calm for someone retelling her murder.”

“Well, I guess it did me some good getting it off my chest,” she then put a finger to her chin and stared off into the sky. “Though I was thinking, if she hadn't succeeded... I wouldn't be here thousand years later... with you.”

“Here... with me...” Mousse turned to face her, taking her hands in his. For what seemed to be the longest time, he looked into her eyes. There was a rumble in the sky, but Mousse didn't care. All that mattered at the moment was the girl in front of him. The girl that, in just a few short weeks would be his wife. And in just a shorter time was starting to steal his heart.

“Mousse...”

“Ranko...”

He started to lean in, the gap between their lips steadily decreasing and decreasing. Her eyes fluttered closed and she shuddered with the anticipation of what would happen next. He was almost there, could almost feel her breath on his lips. Just a little closer, just a--

The rumble in the sky grew louder and in just a second, before their lips touched, it started to rain. Ranko was now staring down at a bespectacled duck who had just quacked in her – now his – face.

“Damn mother nature...” Ranko sighed sadly and grasped the duck's torso, “Let's get us both some hot water.” With one last glance at the sky, an angry one, he headed off to the Tendo house with Mousse under his arm.

“You're back... how did your date with--” Akane stopped at the door. She didn't really have to ask anymore questions to determine how Ranko's date had gone with her fiancé. No, that wasn't needed, especially since a soaking wet boy wearing a hooded sweatshirt and straining through a denim skirt and black leggings was holding an equally wet duck. She couldn't help but let out a chuckle, thinking about the now turned boy walking down the street in a skirt.

“Need hot water...” Ranko walked past Akane and made a b-line straight to the furo, ignoring her concerned look.

“But you can't...”

“Come on Akane... that's her fiancé...” Nabiki gave her a teasing smile. “I say let them get it on... it's not like she won't lose her virginity on her wedding night!”

“Nabiki!”

Ranko set Mousse on the clothes hamper in the outer bathroom. He was impatient to get into the furo, but needed Ranko to open the door.

“Wait a while Mousse... patience is a virtue,” he gave him a fake disappointment look then proceeded to strip his wet clothes with difficulty and toss them into the onto the floor. “Okay...” Ranko opened the door, a smile forming on his lips as Mousse flew off the hamper and waddled toward the furo. “Impatient aren't we...”

He then leaned toward Mousse and picked him up by the scruff of his neck, “Ladies first Mr. Shen.” Mousse seemed to comply to her demand, because he backed off after Ranko put him back down on the tiled floor and slipped into the furo.

“Ah...” Ranko settled into the furo, picking up Mousse, who was at this point shaking his little duck head – it wouldn't be proper for a man and woman to share a tub... even if they were getting married in a week. “Oh, come on prude...” she lightly grasped his neck and dumped him into the water. She knew it was a little evil... but she was ready to change her future husband back into a human.

“Ranko...” he emerged from the depths of the water. His long black hair was slick with moisture and clung to his back.

“Mousse...” she grinned. “I think you owe me a kiss...”

“W-what?” he blushed and pressed his back toward the edge of the furo, trying to distance himself from the woman in front of him... the very beautiful, very naked woman. “Th-that's not--”

“We're going to be married soon...” she smiled seductively and leaned in to place her hand lightly over his chest. “And it's just a kiss... Mousse.”

Mousse gulped as her hand lowered and hovered over the surface of the water, “We should... wait.”

“As I said before Mousse... it's just a kiss... unless you're thinking of doing something else,” her other hand wrapped around his shoulder, steadying her as she straddled him. “Ooh...” her center pressed into the rather hard something that poked her. “You are thinking of doing something else... something naughty huh?”

Mousse turned even more red and started averting his gaze from her face, trying to calm the thoughts in his head of slamming her back into the edge of the furo and taking her right there... but that didn't work. Not when his eyes locked on her naked chest. The droplets of water cascading down her porcelain skin made his mouth water. But he had to keep his lust in check. It was only right to save himself and her for marriage.

“Ranko... we can't... we can't do this,” he groaned as she stroked him from under the water.

“Why not?” she looked up at his face. His eyes were closed in pleasure as her pace quickened.

“Ranko stop... we should wait until our wedding night,” he said through clenched teeth.

Amazingly, Ranko listened to him, and squeezed his member one last time before backing off. “I'm sorry... you're right.”

Mousse felt slightly angry with himself now that he was all hot and bothered, but the Amazons usually frowned upon pre-marital sex. He knew that as an outsider, and the likeness of the 'woman' that had defeated their top amazon, she wouldn't be very welcomed to begin with. He didn't want to tack this on to her crimes as well.

“Don't be sorry... it's just that... you should remain pure before the wedding,” Mousse kissed her gently on the lips, finally giving her what she had initially asked for. He immediately regretted it, since thoughts of taking her in the bathroom filled his thoughts with the soft feeling of her lips against his.

“We should...” he pulled away quickly and grabbed a spare towel from the towel rack. “We should get out before Ranma starts talking.”

“So his virtues got in the way didn't they?” Nabiki stood in the doorway of the main entrance to the dojo watching Ranko kick and punch at a training dummy.

“It's not like that...” she said. “His village is just very strict when it comes to virgin brides... nothing more.”

“Bull...” Nabiki smirked and entered the dojo. “Unless one of the elders manages to poof from China to Japan and catch you two in the act, they'll never know. And it's not like Cologne follows him everwhere like she does Shampoo,” Nabiki handed the girl sweet dumplings on a stick which she gladly accepted and ate rather un-lady like right there in the middle of the dojo.

“Have you noticed how innocent the guys here are?” Nabiki asked. “You'll have to find some way to... entice him.”

“Entice him?” Ranko paused in her eating. “Enctice him?! I was naked for Kami's sake... I was straddling him and he just... pushed me away!”

“Maybe he just needs a more romantic setting... get some sexy lingerie, maybe rent a room in a love hotel... chocolate?”

Ranko rolled her eyes as she ate the last of the dango. “Maybe... I'll think of something... thanks for the advice.”

Nabiki shrugged, “Anytime... though I usually don't give out free advice. The next will be double.”

“Of course it would.”

“And the dango will cost you,” Nabiki stuck her tongue out before running through the dojo doors and dodging the training dummy that had just been thrown at her.

The walk home was a bit of a problem for Mousse. He didn't really have the time to relieve himself of his hard-on, which made it difficult to walk, not to mention hide from the many pedestrians he would see on his way home. The Nekohanten was in his sights, but the lights were all off. He figured that Cologne, Barber, and Shampoo had left to celebrate. After working twelve plus hours at a Chinese restaurant, it was likely that they wouldn't want to celebrate by eating there. In all actuality, he was a little relieved. There wouldn't be any awkwardness as soon as he got in.

He fumbled with the key to the restaurant and hadn't bothered with the light switch before heading upstairs. The restaurant was closed. Even with a closed sign on, the customers would pile up if they saw the lights on downstairs.

Mousse stopped in front of his bedroom door as his eyes fell on the note hastily scrawled in Mandarin taped to the door. Snatching it up, he skimmed over the note.

Mu Tsu,

As you already know, Grandmother Kuh Lon has returned from

China. Me, papa, and Great Grandmothe have decided to go to

a nice restaurant to celebrate, since she wants you to spend as much

time with your future wife as possible before the wedding.

Great Grandmother will take you and Ranko to dinner tomorrow

and also go over the wedding preparations.

Goodnight Mu Tsu!

P.S. We will probably stay at a hotel so you and Ranko would have a good night ;)

P.S.S. Great grandmother won't tell the elders :)

Mousse brushed his hand through his long locks. So he'd have the place all to himself for the rest of the night? And Cologne would keep his secret if he took Ranko's virginity? Suddenly he felt the overwhelming urge to kick himself in the head and crumpled the note before throwing it on the floor. He had just passed up the chance to have sex with one of the prettiest girls in Furinkan... no in all of Nerima... and had to think of the village and their prehistoric code instead of HIS needs. He felt like a complete idiot. Most of all, why was Cologne even treating him nice? She only ever treated him with derision. Oh well, he decided he would dwell on that later when there weren't... more pressing matters to attend to.

“Tonight's going to be a looong night,” he sighed and entered his room, slamming the door behind him.

This probably really sucks. I'm getting back into writing, but it always seems a little harder after some time away. Anyway, I'm sorry if this chapter wasn't what you all were expecting. At least there's some sexual tension :)
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