How Utterly Shakespearean

“What do you mean you had an abortion?” Mousse cried.

Shampoo looked up from where she was brushing her hair as her one-time lover raged at her “I no want your baby Mousse, I want Ranma’s. You know this” she said calmly, she knew that he would be disappointed when she told him and might rage and whine about it a bit, but in the end would forgive her. He always did.

He fell to his knees “Shampoo how could you be so heartless and kill your own child? We slept together, this was meant to be, like our love!” he cried in anguish.

She looked at him and snorted “love, you always talk about love but I no love you. Don’t you see? Baby was not miracle, it was mistake. Shampoo sleep with you because have moment of weakness, I feel lonely and sick of Ranma’s rejection. You no reject me” she said coldly. “Was one time and never happen again”

“You used me, you said you loved me” he wailed.

“You wouldn’t have fucked me if I hadn’t” she said, Mousse flinched at her harsh language. “I was weak one night and now knife removed weakness from me”

“You didn’t have to do it. You could have just carried it to term and I would have raised it on my own” Mousse said with tears running freely down his face.

“I would be laughing stock of tribe if they find out I have baby with stupid duck boy” she said. “Now get out of Shampoo’s room, anesthetic they give me make me sleepy. I need to rest” she ordered. Mousse got up slowly and walked towards her, she shivered slightly at the calculated look on his normally obsequious face. “I said go Mousse” she shouted at him as she back away from him.

He seized her by the throat and she gasped when his strong fingers cut off her air “I’ll make sure you get plenty of rest Shampoo, die for me” he cried, she thrashed against him and overturned her vanity. But Mousse was simply stronger and larger than the petite girl. He finally pinned her to the floor and put all of his weight on her throat. He watched coldly while her face turned blue and tongue fluttered in her mouth as if seeking to taste air. She thrashed beneath him and her fingernails clawed at his arms, drawing blood that stained the white sleeves of his robe. Her mouth moved as if in silent prayer until finally, her body went limp. Mousse stared into her blue face, picked her up and set her on the bed.

He pulled out his favourite dress, he stripped her down to her panties and bra and put it on her. She had never worn this dress for Mousse, only for Ranma. All of her affection and attention was given freely to Ranma while Mousse begged for a crumb, except for the one night that she’d allowed him to make love to her in a moment of self-doubt. Mousse had felt truly alive for the first time in his life when he realized that the reason why Shampoo was being sick every morning was because she carried his baby. But she killed it along with his dreams, so he killed her.

He combed out her messy hair carefully and closed her eyes, except for her blue face she looked like a sleeping angel.

Mousse went to his own room, combed his own hair, changed into a clean robe and returned to her room. He held a dagger that she’d given him for his fourteenth birthday. He lay down beside her and kissed her softly on the lips as he had the night they made love. He pulled her to him so that her head was resting on his shoulder “goodbye my love” he whispered. He plunged the dagger into his heart; he gasped in pain but died almost instantly. She’d been the first woman that he’d loved and the first woman that he’d made love to, yet her heart was impervious to him. It didn’t matter; he was the first man to have her and the last one. In life she would never be his, but in death she was all his. His last thought amused him ‘I just mixed Othello with Romeo and Juliet, how utterly Shakespearean.'