Captured!

Mousse POV

I was invited on vacation by the Tendos because Kasumi won a free trip to a resort that happened to supply just enough tickets for her entire family, the Saotomes, all of us Amazons, both Kunos, Ukyou and Ryoga. Pathetic, I’m forced to wonder why all of us, who profess to be so-called enemies and rivals, always vacation together. I know exactly what is going to happen: the fiancées will all chase Ranma around and get jealous of each other. The boys will chase Akane and then she will get in trouble and we all will have to rescue her. Again pathetic. The only reason why I go to these things is to see if I can get some alone time with Shampoo, away from the old crone and hopefully make out with her.

So why am I taking a long, slow train ride there when everyone else got to fly on a private jet yesterday? Simple, as the lowest one on the totem pole, I had to be the one to close up the restaurant and to make the final bank deposits before I could join them. Yeah, it sucks to be me.

At least I have a window seat so I can stare out at the scenery. The book that Shampoo insisted I had to read proved to be an extremely steamy bodice ripper; just what a sexually frustrated virgin needs. She really does like to torment me.

Imagine my surprise when I heard someone ask “Mousse is that you?” I turned to look and was surprised to see Akane Tendo; I’d assumed that she’d gone with the rest. Akane Tendo: wanted by all the men of Nerima and closest possible love interest to my rival, Ranma Saotome. I really don’t understand what all the fuss is about. She’s a cute girl I suppose, but small compared to Amazon women, making her practically a big eyed midget. She’s a nice girl who’s been kind to me in the past and honestly seems to care about people but other then that, nothing. She’s nothing compared to my brave and sexy Shampoo. I guess I never liked the tomboy type.

“Hi Akane” I said politely, wondering not only what she was doing on the train, but what she wanted of me.

“Can I sit with you?” she asked. This rather floored me; I certainly don’t think us close enough for her to seek my company, but then realized that she wanted to sit beside me as I was familiar to her.

“Sure have a seat” I said. “Why didn’t you go with the others?” I asked.

“I had a final exam, so the resort paid for me to take the train. Did they do the same for you?” Akane asked.

‘No I paid’ I thought. “How did you manage to convince the resort to do that?” I said evasively.

“It was in the information package that they would pay for alternate transportation if needed” she said. “Didn’t Cologne tell you that when she arranged for the trip?” she asked.

“Funny, she seems to have neglected to tell me that” I said drily, wondering what the old bat had against me. Ah that’s right, I’ve been trying to date her great-granddaughter for most of my life and Cologne thinks me unworthy.

“Looking forward to swimming and lying on the beach?” Akane asked.

If there is one thing I hate, its inane travel chatter. “Actually I tend to burn easily and avoid the water as I don’t like getting salt in my feathers” I said and promptly opened the romance novel to tune her out, only to blush at descriptions of heaving breasts, naked thighs and huge throbbing members. ‘How can Shampoo read these?’ I wondered. I twisted so that Akane couldn’t see the cover; I doubt that she can read mandarin. However the half naked beauty on the cover with her face fixed in post-orgasmic bliss, clinging to the he-man style guy is a dead give away as to what sort of book it was.

“Good book?” asked my travel companion, an avid talker apparently.

“Its okay” I responded.

Then a pack of strawberry favoured stuff was thrust into my face “gum?” she asked.

“No thanks I’m not a fan of gum; I find it makes people look like cows chewing their cuds” I retorted.

She blushed and put it away, then pulled out a pack of cards. “Would you like to play old maid with me?” she asked.

“No thanks I don’t like play cards on trains, they jiggle around too much” I explained. “I just want to read my book” I said, indicating to ‘passions afire’ “Didn’t you bring one of your own?” I suggested.

“No, I guess I’ll listen to music then” she said, pouting slightly and pulling out a cheap MP3 player, she put in her ear buds and turned it on. It was up so loud that I could hear the j-rock blasting out of it, and then she started singing along!

“Akane, could you turn that down?” I asked her sharply.

“What?” she asked pulling out an ear bud.

“Could-you-please-turn-that-down-and-stop-singing?” I requested through gritted teeth.

“Oh sorry” she said, giving me the smile that everyone’s so in awe of. After many unsuccessful attempts to engage me in conversation or to get me to play games with her, she finally fell into a pouty sleep. I felt somewhat badly about my treatment of her and fetched her a blanket and pillow from the overhead bin and managed to maneuver her into them. I am nothing, if not a gentleman.

I continued to stare out the window enjoying the scenery, accompanied by Akane’s soft snores. I don’t mind long train rides and am perfectly content with my own company, though I did find myself wishing that Shampoo had opted to come with me. Instead she had worn the tightest dress she owned and vowed to Cologne that she would sit beside Ranma.

I drifted off myself and was awoken when two mask covered faces loomed over our own. I was confused at first and wondered if, for a second I was back in the circus and then woke up fully and realized that the masked figures were real. “What’s the meaning of this?” I demanded. Akane gasped at the sight of them.

They appeared to be two Asian males of middling height; one wore a Donald Duck mask and the other laughably, a Daisy Duck. However there was nothing funny about the guns they had trained on us. ‘This is a stick up” he said. It was then I noticed that train had stopped and that the conductor was being held at gunpoint.

“Stick up?” I scoffed. “Who are you, Jess James?” I questioned.

It was then that Daisy put his gun to Akane’s head, she gasped and went white. “I suggest that you hand over your valuables, or do you want to wash your girlfriend’s brains out of that pretty white outfit?” he asked.

At this point I certainly wasn’t going to correct our mistaken relationship and handed over my wallet. I only carry a few yen when I travel for this reason. The rest of my funds were only accessible by the bankcard I secreted in my clothing. Akane gulped and handed over her purse and gave them her luggage to search too. They took from her any cash she had, a couple pieces of jewelry and her MP3 player and nothing further from me. My lack of stable finances precludes my purchasing frivolous items like this.

“You have nothing else?” Donald asked me dubiously, his gun still trained on Akane, or I would have happily showed him what I was hiding. Just because you don’t have a crush on a girl, doesn’t mean you want to see her hurt.

“I don’t have an actual job, so all I really own at my clothes” I said honestly, my weapons certainly worth anything, except to myself. I waited for them to point the gun away from Akane and take them out, but it seems they weren’t done with us.

“You there boy, where are you from?” Donald asked.

“China” I said, I hated being called boy.

“And your girlfriend?” he asked.

I flicked a glance at my ‘girlfriend’ “She’s from Japan” I said.

“What are your ages?” Daisy demanded.

“We’re both sixteen” Akane said wearily, I could tell that she was getting mad but was repressing her temper.

They looked at each other questioningly “they’re about the right age and he has green eyes. We can get one hundred thousand yen for the male and about fifty thousand for the girl at the baby farm. They pay more for blue or green eyes, American parents like to buy Asian babies with Caucasian eyes colours” Donald explained.

“Why not just take the male? It’s too much trouble to try and take them both” cautioned Daisy.

“Mommas, likes buying couples together. All you have to do is threatened their beloved and they fold like a deck of card” Donald said. “Get up” he said to Akane. She reluctantly did so “you too pretty boy” he ordered me.

“What baby farm?” I demanded and refused to move. Then he hit me in the head with the butt of his gun, I instantly felt dizzy and almost fell over. Akane caught me and put an arm around my waist to steady me, for all the good it did with her petit height.

“Help your boyfriend” he ordered her. With Akane helping me, we managed to stagger to their car at gunpoint and they made us get in the trunk.

I touched my head and my hand came away sticky “are you okay Mousse?” Akane whispered to me, she had a tight grip on my wrist in her nervousness.

I tried to shake the grogginess from my head and this only caused me to hit my head on the roof of the trunk. “Where are they taking us?” I asked, unclear about our destination and not thinking straight with the pain in my head.

“Baby trafficking” Akane said with panic in her voice. I heard her say this and then I passed out.