Ukyo Married

Actually Scorpinac,

This story has nothing to do with any of the others. I often write various versions of things. On ff, under Obsidians I also have a Ranma-Mousse pair and a sappier Shampoo-Mousse pairing; I don’t put everything on both. I have only recently started posting ones, other then my BDSM fantasy ones aff. I can’t put my SM ones on ff; way too much whining. They even whine if people are out of character or if you invent your own characters (People hate Kentaro on there because he defeated Ranma), or if you actually write out the lemons, other then put the word lemon. Hence why I like this site better; less whiny crybabies.

Animedevildog,

See I told you Mousse would be fine. Thanks for the reviews

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Ukyo’s mom was delayed in her travels, but sent a ton of frilly dresses in advance to her daughter. Ukyo looked sourly at the confections of lace and ruffles and said “how did she know my sizes?” she asked, holding up a particularly annoyingly pink one.

Kentaro replied with a twinkle in his eye “I told them to her. She wanted to make sure you had a proper wardrobe, because she wants to paint the town red with you when she gets here. She’s looking forward to seeing you” he explained.

Ukyo’s heart melted at these words and for a second she appreciated all of the frou frou garments; only for a second. “You haven’t told her about my preferences I take it?” she asked.

“She remembers you as being her little princess, who liked to play with dolls and dress up and hold tea parties with your teddy bears. I didn’t have heart to tell her that her little girl would rather be a boy. You will just have to introduce yourself and learn each other’s preferences. You’ll like Aunt Suki; she’s great. She’s like a second mother to me” Kentaro assured her. She turned from the pile, refusing to comment and watched Mousse serving her customers. He was quick, but sometimes got the wrong orders to the wrong tables. However, he was so polite that no one seemed to mind.

“Mousse needs laser surgery” she proclaimed.

Kentaro said “you think I haven’t thought of that? I’ve offered it to him as a gift; I’ve tried to persuade him because it was a special occasion, I’ve even tried to blackmail him into it. He keeps saying no, because he’s too proud, even though it would solve the majority of his Amazon-related problems and might even bag him Shampoo”

Ukyo grinned evilly, “You don’t have the same power over him that I do. I’m calling doctor Tofu to get a referral for a doctor and booking the appointment, and then we have to use the right approach to get him there.”

A Few Hours Later

“Hey Mousse, Ukyo wants to see you in her office, take a break” Kentaro said.

“Okay, thanks” Mousse said and went to the tiny office that Ukyo had set up to handle booking keeping, payroll and bills.

She raised her head and looked sternly at him. “Ah Mu-San, please take a seat” She ordered him.

Mousse’s eyes got wide at her use of formality in his name. He was used to Japanese people mispronouncing it. He took a seat looking somewhat dubious; he has been slightly uncomfortable around her ever since they had had sex. He was sure that this conversation was about that. Ukyo had finally pronounced him well enough to help out at her restaurant and had insisted on putting him on the payroll. Something that Mousse was not used to, nor that she didn’t hold out her hand to take his tips at the end of the day; if she did, it was to change them into bills for him. “Of course Kuonji-Sama” he replied and had a seat.

“Mu-San, now that you are my employee, I have to insist that you make some minor changes in yourself to correct some behavioural problems. Customers expect to receive their correct order in a timely manner and you have failed to deliver that to them” she said with a glare.

Mousse hung his head “I’m sorry Kuonji-Sama, I’m afraid that my eyesight isn’t the greatest, I promise to try harder in the future” he said.

“Mousse it’s more serious then that, it makes your work ethic look sloppy and me look bad. Then there is the higher insurance premium I shall have to pay to employ a disabled person to consider. I’m afraid that I had little choice but to put you on my health insurance, which will cover eighty percent of your laser eye surgery and pay for rest myself. Of course you shall have to pay me back at five dollars a week until it’s paid in full” she said sternly.

Kentaro walked in just in time to see the shocked expression on Mousse’s face. “Sorry pal, you have little choice in the matter. She’s your boss after all” he said with a shrug.

“B-but, but” the startled boy began. He was expecting to be dismissed, not this! Ever since hearing about laser eye surgery, he had been dreaming about getting it done, but lacked the money for it. He was definitely too wise to suggest the idea to Cologne; he pictured her laughing at him.

“I’m sorry Mu-San, but distract measures are sometimes called for. Now, get your coat. I pulled some strings and you have a consultation for today. I am closing the restaurant this evening so I can personally make sure that you get there on time” Ukyo said in mock sternness, she was struggling not to laugh.

At the clinic, Ukyo assumed her stern boss role again and managed to talk her and Kentaro’s way into the examination room with Mousse. “Mousse is Kentaro’s life partner and I’m Mousse’s sister; different fathers, same mother. That’s why we have different last names” she explained, while both boys blushed. The nurse looked skeptical, but allowed them in during the testing.

Kentaro opened the door for Mousse “after you baby cakes” he said, blowing a kiss at him, then grinned when Mousse blushed again.

They waited impatiently while Mousse’s eyes were literally measured, probed and prodded. Some of the tests caused them to wince, like when Mousse’s head seemed to be thrust into medieval torture device. When all three sat before the doctor, waiting for the verdict; Ukyo took Kentaro’s hand in nervousness and Mousse’s in sympathy.

“It’s treatable; he’ll have perfect vision after his eyes heal” the doctor intoned. Mousse let out a breath he hadn’t even realized that he’d been holding at the news, while he was hugged by one enthusiastic teen and whacked on the back by the other.

“Really?” he asked softly, unable to believe it.

“Yes, I can even schedule it for tomorrow if you want. I keep emergency appointments open for particularly bad cases” the doctor assured him.

“We’ll take it” Ukyo declared.

“Okay, please get a sheet of how to prepare for surgery from the nurse”

“Thank you” Mousse said, feeling nervous and excited at the same time.

He blushed when Kentaro took his hand at reception. Kentaro gave him a kiss on the cheek and explained “He has such horrible eyesight that he likes me to hold his hand in public” he explained to the nurse affectionately. Mousse just glared back at him.

At Home

“This calls for a celebration” Kentaro declared. “Let’s go out to dinner, my treat”

“We already have a restaurant to eat at” Ukyo pointed out in amusement.

“Let’s go to a different one. Mousse it’s your night. Where would you like to go?” Kentaro asked.

Mousse pondered the question and then said “I know of a great dim sum place if you’re interested”

“I love dim sum, count me in” Kentaro declared.

“I’ve never had it” said Ukyo.

“You have to try it, it’s delicious” Kentaro exclaimed.

“Okay, sounds good” she said. All three scurried off to change. Ukyo, on impulse pulled out a dress that she had never worn. It was a souvenir that a certain cross dresser had brought her back from China. It was a long, plum coloured cheongsam with gold sakura blossoms on it. She slipped into it, but couldn’t figure out how to do the top up. She heard someone walking by “Mousse, could you help me?” she asked, poking her head out the door. Curious, he went inside. “I don’t know how to do this thing up” she explained with a blush. He had it done in two seconds.

“Yes, Chinese clothing can be a little complicated if you don’t know how to operate the various hook and ties” he agreed and stood back. “You look lovely; the rich colour suits your pale complexion and brings out your eyes. I’ve always loved the cheongsam, so versatile and suit every body type. Good for everyday wear or for a night on the town” he declared.

Ukyo raised her eyebrow at him “are you flirting with me Sugar?” she asked him.

“No, we may have made love, but my heart belongs to another and yours is similarly entangled. I like you just as a friend” Mousse explained.

“Yes, I love Ranma” she said with a frown.

“Of course you do” Mousse said in a slightly facetious tone of voice.

“I do love Ranma” she declared a little more forcefully.

“I didn’t say you didn’t” Mousse replied. “Now about your hair; would you like me to put it up for you?” he asked politely.

“Why, because married women are supposed to wear their hair up? I know he told you” she said.

“Yes and it was a bit of a shock, but that isn’t the reason. Although the place where we going to isn’t all that formal, traditionally it goes better with the dress. You don’t need make up and jewelry would be over kill. However, it would draw attention to your face and that’s what Chinese ladies want. Want to try it? Come on, who do you think does Shampoo’s hair in all those elaborate styles?” he said persuasively.

Ukyo swallowed nervously and then handed him a box of hairpins and her hairbrush “Do it” she requested.

Ukyo stared in appreciation at Kentaro’s black suit, black tie and white dress shirt. He looked gorgeous. He’d explained to her that he liked to dress in plain clothing as his appearance gandered enough attention without his adding to it. Then she noticed that he was staring at her in a stunned way. “Haven’t you ever seen a girl in a dress before?” she teased.

Oh, Kentaro had all right, but not like the one before him right now. The cheongsam fit her curves beautifully and made her slim figure look amazing. Her hair was arranged into a complex knot at the back on her head. Mousse came around the corner and watched the look they exchanged, he smirked sight. He smiled when Kentaro offered her his arm and she took it shyly.

At the restaurant they were seated and Mousse ordered for all three of them. “Hi Mu Tzu, thought that you were with Xian Pu?” the waiter inquired in Mandarin, while he looked at Ukyo in appreciation

“Eyes back in your head Xu Ba Chang, she’s with her husband” replied Mousse in the same language.

“Who the Japanese guy? Damn shame, she’s hot” Xu Ba Chang replied.

“You will cease ogling my wife and making fun of me” Kentaro reprimanded him in Mandarin.

Xu Ba Chang turned pale and meekly said “I’ll get your order right away sir”

“You do that” Kentaro answered warningly.

“You can speak Mandarin!” Mousse cried, after the other man scurried away looking horribly embarrassed.

“Sheh taught me, I have an aptitude for languages. I’m not great at Mandarin but know enough to get by” he explained.

“What did he say?” Ukyo asked confused.

“He thinks you’re far too lovely to be wasted on the likes of me” Kentaro explained and was rewarded with her looking annoyed and glowing at the compliment at the same time. She allowed him to take her hand. Kentaro looked around the restaurant; it was a typical dim sum house. The walls were painted red with Chinese symbols everywhere. There were statues and Chinese lanterns and lots and lots of plants. The tables were large and layered with many disposable plastic tablecloths, which were removed after every guest left. The waiters and waitresses wore traditional grab and the music was soft Asian chords.

The food started arriving and they shared it, Ukyo go silly and started stealing it out of Kentaro’s bowl. He countered this behaviour by stealing it from her’s, until they just ended up feeding each other. Mousse smiled at their behaviour. The lights dimmed and they look on curiously when a beautiful Chinese girl, wearing a period costume entered onto the small stage and started to sing.

“They sometimes do Chinese theatre here” Mousse explained. “She’s saying that her name is Wing and she is sad because her family engaged her to a prince and she’s in love with a farmer” Mousse started and translated the entire show for Ukyo. Ukyo herself was entranced watching as tormented the noble born beautiful heroine was being torn emotionally between two men. She could see that she liked the prince; he was kind and loving to her. Yet the farmer was cruder, but equally as in love with her. The scenes flittered from her being with one, then the other. The final scene was where she was being pulled between the two of them literally and she died in sorrow at having to choose. Then the men never married and mourned her for the rest of their lives.

“That was beautiful” she declared. She didn’t know that she’d been holding Kentaro’s hand throughout the performance.

Feeling the sexual attraction mount between the two of them all evening, Mousse opted to retire for the evening as soon as they got home. Ukyo went to her bedroom and sat at her vanity to start to remove the pins from her hair. Kentaro softly closed the door behind him and stroked the back of her neck. He helped her remove them until her long, brown hair tumbled down her back. “You looked beautiful tonight” he said in a voice thick with emotion.

She stood up, feeling like there was something in the air. “Ken?” she questioned and then she was in his arms, returning his feverish kiss. He scooped her up and set her on the bed. They giggled at trying to wrestle each other out of formal clothing until they were skin on skin. Then it was no laughing matter. Ukyo’s head lulled back while Kentaro loved her body with a reverence that border lined on worship. Her touch on his was just as adoring. When she straddled him, his eyes held a promise that made hers soften. Their kisses were tender and lazy while they moved together at a slow, yet passionate pace, as if dancing. Their hunger for each other made their movements more frantic, sending them both to the pinnacle; only for them to reach out to either other for more. They made love all night long. Just before final rest, Kentaro whispered “You make me so happy”

His sleepy and sated partners tightened her arms around him and whispered “you make me happy too” and then fell asleep in her lover’s arms, feeling safe because she was with him.

Despite how little they’d slept, Kentaro was up at six am. He pulled on a pair of jogging pants and pulled out a shirt. “Ken, come back to bed” Uyko said groggily.

“I can’t sleep anymore; I’m just going to do a quick workout. You get some more sleep” he whispered, giving her tousled head a kiss. She groaned and settled back into the pillows.

He strode onto the roof. Curious, she got out of bed and watched him pace through his kata. With no shirt on and his golden hair shining in the rising sun, he looked like a young sun god. She admired his gorgeous face set in concentration and each graceful movement that he made and the way his muscles moved under his skin. Ukyo was amused to see that there were several women and men at their windows watching him. She suspected that they watched his show every morning. Then he put on his shirt and jumped from the roof, landing neatly on the ground and took off jogging.

Ukyo went back to bed ‘show off’ she thought with a tender smile. When she awoke in a couple of hours, there was a pot of tea and a bouquet of purple roses in a vase beside her bed. Ukyo was intrigued; no one had ever bought her roses before. She poured some tea and picked up a rose. She got ready for the day and in a fit of silliness, tucked one behind her ear.

Kentaro was having his coffee, immaculately dressed as ever. “Hey Sugar, thanks for the roses” she said, giving him a kiss.

“You like them Mrs. Kobayashi?” he teased.

“Very much so Mr. Kobayashi” she said.

“They’re called Burgundy Iceberg roses; I found them at a twenty four hour florist shop when I was out jogging. They reminded me of your dress from last night” he explained.

They pulled away from each other when Mousse came down and poured a cup of coffee; he gave them a look of amusement. “Perhaps I should buy a coffee maker for the guest bedroom for the rest of the time I stay here?” he suggested. Ukyo swatted him with a kitchen towel. Kentaro was glad to see them getting along. There had been a little awkwardness between them at first, after they’d made love, but they seemed to have gotten over that. The result seemed to be a deeper understanding of each other and stronger friendship; more like a brother and sister one at that. He doubted that sex would ever occur between them again, they both had other distractions. Still Mousse seemed to have come out of his funk.

Ukyo was surprised to see Akane by herself later on that night. She decided to talk to her about the ring. “Hi Akane, I wanted to say that I like your ring” she said cautiously.

Akane smiled “thanks, it was my mother’s engagement ring. I normally wear it on my right hand, but I got a rash on it, so I had to move it to my left. The silly thing only fits on my ring finger” she explained.

Ukyo felt like someone had socked her in the stomach “So, that means that Ranma didn’t give it to you?” she asked nervously

Akane put her nose in the air “like I would wear a ring he gave me!”

Ukyo ran to the kitchen where Kentaro was doing dishes. “I was wrong, they’re not engaged. Ranma could still be mine!” she cried happily, almost dancing with happiness. “Aren’t you happy for me?”

She jumped when Kentaro slammed a plate down onto the counter. “Why would I be happy about that!” he demanded.

“Don’t you understand? I’m still his cute fiancée” she explained, not understanding why he was so mad.

“So this is what makes you happy? Being one in a harem of fiancées rather then being with me!” he said bitterly.

She finally saw the rage and grief in his face “Ken, you shouldn’t get too attached to me. You know that Ranma will always come first”

“Always come first? He wasn’t the one in bed with you last night. I’M the one that makes love to you, not him” he said.

“And I love sleeping with you, but that’s all it’ll ever be” she said soothingly.

“I thought things had changed last night. Didn’t that mean anything to you?” he asked sadly.

“Oh Ken, I care about you, but Ranma’s the one I want” she said, putting her arms around him; it was like hugging a statute.

“Have him then” Kentaro said coldly and pushed her away. “Why don’t you tell me about what a wonderful life you’re going to have together?”

“We are going to get married and open an okonomiyaki restaurant together and have many children” she said in a challenging voice.

Kentaro looked at her almost pityingly “Ukyo, he has no interest in opening a restaurant. He wants to run a dojo, as he could with Akane Tendo. The only thing he likes about okonomiyaki is to eat it. Grow up, how many years do you plan to wait for him to make up his mind?”

“What so I’m better off with you, Mr. Perfect?” she said facetiously.

“I’m far from perfect; I often do and say things without thinking. Most of the things I enjoy doing are considered geeky. I have chronic foot odour, which I thank you for not mentioning. I look like a goddamn girl and have to work out like a mother fucker so that I at least have a masculine body to counter the girly face I was cursed with. But my worst fault is that I’m a gullible fool for thinking that I would meet my wife and she want to be with me. I guess I’m not one of those people that can causally bed people without, as you say, ‘getting attached’; like you can. I have to get away for a while” he said.

“Ken, stay here. Nothing has to change” she almost pleaded.

“No, I can’t be your fuck toy while you plan your wedding to another man.”

“Ken” she said, reaching out to him.

“No, I can’t. Ryoga asked me to come away with him this weekend. I said I couldn’t; now I guess I can. I am going to move into his rooming house until we leave. I need to go now. Please tell Mousse I’ll be back in time to pick him up for his surgery tomorrow” he requested.

“Ken” she said clutching his clothes, he pried her fingers from him and stood back.

“I’ll be back in time to see Aunt Suki; you can tell her that you hate my guts so you can get your divorce and never have to see me again” he said.

“Don’t leave like this” she said.

“I care too much about you to stay and see you suck up to Ranma” he said.

Then she got mad “so we fucked a couple times. So what?” she snarled.

“That’s all it was to you?” he said in a pain filled voice.

“Yes, will you stop being such a chick” she demanded.

“I’m a chick? At least I’m perfectly fine with being the sex I am. I wish you would realize that being a woman is beautiful and doesn’t make you weak. You can be what are you and still kick ass” he said softly.

“Don’t go” she said softly.

“Why? I’m just a chick that can’t control his emotions, whose only use is as a dildo. Who needs me? Goodbye Ukyo” he said walked out the door.

Ukyo wondered why the onions were causing her eyes to water. Usually she chopped so many of them during the day, that they didn’t bother her anymore. Then she looked down. Where were her onions? She was chopping carrots.

Flash Forward

Kentaro was in Ryoga’s hometown of Renkoji, Tokyo at a local karaoke bar down the street from Ryoga’s house. His mood wasn’t as cheerful as the setting. They weren’t old enough to drink, so they were just having tea and talking. Across the bar were two pretty girl at another table, they kept giggling and looking towards Ryoga and Kentaro. When they looked back at them, they would blush.

A couple minutes later they approached their table. “Hi my name is Hina and this is my friend Riko. Hina was a petit brunette with a curvy, hourglass shape and Riko was a tall, willowy blue haired girl.

“Hello Riko and Hina, would you like to join us for a drink?” Kentaro asked.

Riko seemed to be the bolder of the two, because she said “We’d love a drink. Perhaps you’d like to have one in my room while Hina and your friend get acquainted in her room?”

Kentaro was rather shocked at how pushy she was and opened his mouth to tell her that he was married, and then stopped himself. He felt a wave of sadness when he realized that being unwanted was pretty much the same as being single. “Sure, why not?” he said in a resigned sounding voice.

Just as he was about to leave the bar, he recognized the song that a beautiful American girl was singing. ‘I’m Through With Love’ by Ella Fitzgerald. She seemed to look right as him as she sang the final chorus.

Goodbye to spring and all it meant to me
It can never bring the thing that used to be.
For I must have you or no one
And so I'm through with love.

He shared a look with her; each recognizing the deep sorrow in the other. Then he turned to his ‘date’

Baby, I’m through with love.

“Let’s go” he said, thinking of the condom in his pocket. He needed an anonymous body to pound his frustrations into, more then he needed more then the company of a beautiful siren to commiserate mutual sorrows with.