Ukyo Married

Kentaro was waiting in the clinic for Mousse’s surgery to be over. He was almost as nervous as Mousse had been. The nurse came out; she beamed and said “the operation was a success,; your husband’s eyesight will improved by one hundred percent after he’s healed”

Kentaro leapt to his feet, “that’s wonderful! Can I see him?” he asked.

“Sure, he’s just getting last minute instructions from the doctor. He’ll be right out” she replied.

Mousse walked out of the operation room. His eyes were completely bloodshot, but he said, “you’ve been crying”

“You can see!” Kentaro cried.

“Things are still kind of blurry, but its a lot better then I’m used to” Mousse said, smiling shyly. He blushed when Kentaro hugged him, but surprised himself by hugging him back.

“Come on buddy let’s get you home. But you have to wear these every time you go out to protect your eyes. No cheating and wearing them on top of your head” Kentaro admonished sternly, handing Mousse a pair of sunglasses. They had a sleek wrap around frame and looked expensive.

“What type are they?” he said cautiously.

“Versace, they’re the best ones on the market. If you have to wear eye protection; you might as well do it in style” Kentaro said and put them on the other boy. “Hey handsome, you look like a movie star” he said brightly. Mousse wasn’t buying his upbeat act for a second. Sure enough, when they got back to the apartment, Kentaro hesitated. “I can only come in for a few minutes,” he explained.

“So she chose Ranma?” Mousse guessed; he started forward in concern when Kentaro’s eyes filled with tears.

“I’m fine, Kentaro assured him, while rubbing them hastily away. “I’m staying at Ryoga’s rooming house and will be going away with him for a few days. Ukyo’s said you can still stay here, but if you change your mind, you can take over my room while I’m away.”

“Kentaro, I’m so sorry” Mousse said in a soothing voice. “I honestly thought that it was you she loved.”

“Me too” Kentaro said sadly, but managed to hold his tears at bay.

“So now what? Are you leaving?” Mousse asked, just as sadly.

“Once we talk with her mother and explain to her that we simply aren’t compatible, then I have to go back. I miss my family and other friends and have responsibilities there that I can’t neglect anymore. Mousse, if you ever decide you want to leave here, call me and you’ll be on the next plane bound for Kyoto. I never want you see you hurt like this again, I care too much about you. I mean it” Kentaro said in a deadly serious tone.

“I promise I will. I’ll miss you. I feels like my parents have split up and they’re working out the custody agreement for me” he said sadly.

Kentaro hugged Mousse again “I have to go, make sure you wear your sleeping goggles for the next few days and no working too hard, your body’s still healing from the beating as well as the surgery” he admonished.

“Yes dad” Mousse said in amusement and surprised them both by kissing Kentaro on the cheek.

Kentaro blushed and pulled away gently “if you were a girl, I’d have been sunk,” he observed.

“It would have been the same for me if you were one; I’d have forgotten about Shampoo in a second” he replied.

“Would you mind looking after Ukyo for me? I don’t mean spy on her and report it to me. Just make sure she’s alright,” Kentaro said, trying to smooth over the slightly embarrassing conversation.

“I promise,” he said. “Thanks for everything, I mean it. I couldn’t have asked for a better friend”

“I feel the same way,” Kentaro replied, and then he left after ordering Mousse to try and get some rest.

Ukyo

Mousse was woken in the night by the sound of Ukyo’s weeping. He took off his goggles and knocked on her door “Ukyo, can I come in?” he asked softly.

“Yes” she replied in a pain filled voice. He took one look at her tear stained face and drew her against him, forgetting that he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

Ukyo was a little surprised to be nestled against a lean chiseled chest, but held onto him and cried her heart out until there was nothing left. “Thanks Mousse” she said sniffling. “Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?” she asked.

Mousse blushed and glanced at his damp chest “They get tangled around me while I sleep and that hurts my ribs” he explained, indicating his still swollen side. He wore just a pair of sleep pants.

Ukyo pushed back the covers “It’s cold in here, get under the covers” she said and scooted over. Mousse did and she cuddled against his undamaged side and he draped his undamaged arm around her.

“You’re crying because you miss Kentaro,” he observed.

Ukyo could feel the tears start again. “Yes, why does he have to be so stupid? I told him I would be with him until I marry Ranma” she sobbed.

Mousse, wiped her tears with his thumb “you can’t ask a person to accept half of a relationship, for a guy like Kentaro it’s all or nothing. He only wants to be with you. It’s a weird situation that you’re in; if you had stayed in Kyoto and grown up with Kentaro, knowing that he was your husband, then you would have been in love with him by now. The same would be true of Ranma if Genma Saotome had let you come when he accepted your father’s suit. But Ukyo, I want you to realize that you’re crying over Kentaro right now, not Ranma. What does that tell you?” he asked.

“I can’t be with Ken, I’m engaged!” she cried.

“You were married to Ken first,” Mousse pointed out.

“But Ranma!” she protested.

“Is a nice guy. Yes, he’s handsome and a skilled martial artist, but he has a lot of growing up to do emotionally and has to decide which girl he wants and let the others know. It isn’t healthy for you to wait around and stalk the guy like you do. You’re a beautiful woman and you should have your own man to love you and take care of you” Mousse said soothingly.

“I don’t know what to do, I can’t stop thinking of either of them” Ukyo said sadly. “Gods, I’m a horrible person for what I said to Ken!” Ukyo cried.

Mousse leaned up to stare into her eyes. “You’re not horrible at all, you’re kind, sweet and loyal. You took me in when I had no place else to go. You took care of me. You fed me and asked for nothing in return. You made love to me when I thought I was the most ugly, despicable creature on this planet and hated myself. You gave me a job. You treat me with respect, I’m not used to that. You healed my eyes. Your touch is the tenderest I have felt since my mother. You have no clue how grateful I am to yourself and Kentaro,” he said.

Ukyo felt tears spring to her eyes. “Ugly? You’re gorgeous,” she declared

Mousse looked skeptical “Me?” he said with a frown.

“Yes, you hot tamale” she said and touched each feature as she named it “you have the face of an angel and perfect, pale complexion” she said stroking his face. She touched the side of his brow gently. “You have the most beautiful aquamarine coloured eyes and soon you will be able to show them to the world.” She stroked her hand through his hair “you have all this glittering black hair and it’s gorgeous.” Then she rested her hand on his chest “you look scrawny when you wear your robe, but in actual fact you have a hot, sculpted body. Then she squeezed his butt, he blushed. “And you have a cute, round bottom” she said with a smile.

“If I’m so cute, then why doesn’t she want me?” he asked sadly.

“Because Shampoo’s an idiot, who can’t see what she has” Ukyo proclaimed, getting angry.

“A lot of people are like that,” Mousse observed.

“Why don’t you stop hounding her and publicly humiliating yourself and just sneak into her room and offer yourself to her? I’m sure she touches herself in the night and would like to be satisfied.” Ukyo suggested.

“She would kill me,” Mousse said in alarm at the idea.

“Or she would welcome you with open arms. You never know until you try” Ukyo said.

“What if she never wants me back?” he said sorrowfully.

“I honestly don’t want to you go back there if she will do this again” Ukyo said lightly touching his wrist and running a soft hand down the swollen skin of his ribs. “Mousse you could stay here with me and work for me. We can redecorate your room and we can make love every night, no one needs to know” Ukyo suggested.

He shook his head “I can’t be another cousin to you nor a replacement for the one that you’re missing. I want my own love and my own destiny. Ukyo, if it wasn’t for Shampoo, I would have been interested,” he admitted.

“Me too Sugar” she admitted. “Could we just make love tonight then? I don’t want to be alone” she said, blushingly.

Mousse gently started undoing the buttons on her sleep shirt and slipped his hands inside to lightly pinch her nipples; she moaned. “It would be my pleasure,” he whispered, opening the garment completely and laying her bare. He worked it off of her and then pulled off his own pants, throwing them over the side of the futon. His mouth captured her nipples and teased them unmercifully and then he slid lower to taste her sweet sex. Ukyo gasped as his tongue lashed her clit and opened her hot legs wider to allow him to deepen his attentions. She bucked against his fingers as he pumped them into her liquid heat and rode them to ecstasy. Mousse smiled into her glistening coose and looked into her beatific face. He stroked her taunt flesh, which was lightly covered with perspiration, his eyes showing her of his hunger for her. She pushed him onto his back again and went to straddle him “Ukyo, condom” he reminded her, and then moaned when she impaled herself on him shallowly.

“Can’t stand the things. It’s right after my period, I should be safe” she said persuasively and eased more of him inside her, causing him to buck his hips to enter her more fully.

Just before his sanity deserted him completely, he whispered. “It’s a good thing that I didn’t agree to your suggestion, the place would be crawling with Chinese-Japanese hybrid kids in no time” he remarked.

“They would have been adorable” she said in a tender voice and then got down to the business of blowing his mind.

She curled up in his arms after. “I love you,” she whispered on the edge of sleep, mistaking identities in her slumber.

Mousse put his goggles back on and kissed the sleeping teenaged girl on her forehead. “I wish that you’d said that to him when he was actually here in my place” he whispered and then joined her in slumber, dreaming that the girl that he had just made love to had lavender hair.

Kentaro

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 girls 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.

He arrived in Riko’s room; she closed the door and turned to him impatiently. “Take your clothes off,” she demanded.

Kentaro was confused at how abrupt she was “Don’t you want to have a drink first and get to know each other a bit before we have sex?”

“I want to fuck you, not marry you. Take your clothes off so that I can see the goodies,” she said with a leer. Kentaro complied and blushed while she circled around him, staring at him hungrily.

“Nice” she said in appreciation. Then pulled her own clothes off and lay on the bed. “Fuck me. Or are you a fag?” she taunted.

Kentaro felt rage at the comment and went over to the bed in a challenging manner. He lowered his head to her nest of blue curls to eat her; he gasped in surprised when she grabbed his hair and yanked him away from there with a sharp tug. He winced “I don’t like oral sex, I get off of penetration, so stick it in and do your job” she snarled.

“Look I’m leaving, I don’t like being treated like a slave,” he said, pulling away from her.

“How old are you?” she asked narrowing her eyes at him.

“Sixteen” he said.

She blew a raspberry “a baby, probably still a virgin” she taunted.

“I’m not, I’m used to being treated with respect by my sexual partner, not being ridiculed,” he said.

“As I thought, a pretty boy fag who’s probably having a lark pretending to be straight while traveling” she said evilly.

“I am not. Fine, you like it rough, you’ll get it rough” Kentaro said and forced her onto her hands and knees. “Stay there!” he ordered and slapped her ass in a stinging manner when she protested.

He put on the condom and slammed himself into her cunt with one brutal shove. He pounded her as hard as he could, wanting to bruise her. She screamed from one orgasm to another, she liked it rough and Kentaro was well endowed. Kentaro abandoned his usual style of gentle love making for hours, to masturbate into the bitch like she was nothing more then a jug he was using. It lasted only ten minutes and was full of hate. He pulled out of her the second he was done, like he found her pussy distasteful. “Thanks, now get dressed and get out!” she ordered him.

“Believe me, I don’t want to stay here a second longer then I have to” he spat and raced into his clothes and slammed the door after him. He called Ryoga and requested that Hina direct him back to the bar when they were done so that Kentaro could take him home. She was a much nicer person when her friend, because she said she would bring him there personally.

Kentaro sat down and ordered a tea. He let his bangs flop forward to hide his emotional state. He didn’t understand why people like Riko felt she could treat someone she had sex with so cruelly. Kentaro could never do that. He was more then a piece of meat. Sure he was attractive, but he only was tall and blonde because his father was too. Did he deserve cruel treatment? Is that why Ukyo rejected him, he was too easy going? He thought of making love to Ukyo and felt like his body was covered with slime after touching someone so horrible. Like he would never be clean again. He felt that he wasn’t even worthy of her after he had debased himself like this. ‘Oh well, good thing that she rejected me’ he tried to tell him and felt a tear slide down his cheek. He brushed it away and noticed the girl singing from earlier.

He smiled tearfully when she said in English to a waiter, while giving him a slight bow “thanks for the fork, jerk. I supposed that just because I’m white I can’t handle chopsticks” Then she looked at Kentaro “What’re you looking at pretty boy?” she snarled.

“You insulting people that you think can’t understand you” he replied in English.

“You can speak English!” she said.

“I spent a year in America” he explained.

“Can I buy you a drink? I don’t speak the Japanese language hardly at all and I’ve been kind of lonely. I just want to talk to you,” she said.

“Have a seat,” Kentaro said, pulling out a chair for her. She sat down.

“My name is Sandy Alexander, yes like the brandy.” She said with a roll of her eyes.

“Kentaro Kobayashi” he said, shaking her hand.

“I take it that your date is over?” she asked.

Kentaro looked at her sourly “it didn’t even really begin as far as I’m concerned” he said feeling a wave of sadness. He wasn’t surprised when Sandy pushed his bangs back, American were not known for their subtly, he’d discovered while he lived there.

“Are you okay?” she asked with concern.

“No I’m not” he replied and burst into tears. She slipped her arms around him and listened while he told her about finally meeting his wife, how she had rejected him and finally, about what had just gone on with Riko, between anguished sob.

“Poor you, you seem like such a nice guy. You don’t deserve any of that.” She said soothingly, while she stroked his back. “This Ranma guy doesn’t sound so great and that Riko girl is a douche” she concluded.

Kentaro pulled himself together. “Thanks for listening” he said wiping his eyes on a napkin.

“Would you like to come back to my room? Just to talk” she said hastily at his expression. “My boyfriend of three years just dumped me and I’m not ready to make love to anyone yet” she explained.

“Is that why you’re in Japan by yourself?” he asked.

“Yes, it was supposed to be his nineteenth birthday present. He’s one of those people that are obsessed with Japan and everything about it. I saved every cent I made from my two part-time jobs for three years to pay for this trip. I vacation package and gave it to him on his birthday. He dumped me three days later for a girl he just met; she’s Japanese” she said with an ironic smile. Kentaro couldn’t resist smiling at this. “Yes, I know it’s a little funny. Well, I decided to come by myself. I miss home,” she said.

“Me too” he replied.

“Well Kentaro, I have to get some sleep, my bus is leaving at six in the morning tomorrow. I hope that things work out between you and your wife,” she said, giving him a final hug “I sounds like you love her a lot”

“Yes I do” he replied, hugging her back and wishing he had had a chance to tell that to Ukyo before she dumped him. ‘Probably for the best’ he concluded.