Lies and Deceptions

Consider this to be my “so long and thanks for all the fish” goodbye. That would be a Douglas Adams quote. Taking a break, might be around to do some one shots or go to FF’s twisted sister AFF to work at some perversion there. I shall no longer be updating at a punishing pace as I was.

I shall finish my current story, but not Next Bus; it is way too much like two other stories. You know how it ends. This shall be my final Ranma-chan/Mousse submission. I haven’t forgotten your story challenge Serpentking and shall also co-write with my wee pal Daisukifox.

Enjoy

I don’t own Ranma I merely keep him in my closet.

Sid

End A/N now for the commercials

I stole Ranma away in the night to defeat her by making her my concubine; yes I now realize how stupid an idea that was now, but it made sense to me at the time. In the end it led to my own defeat while she remained relatively unscathed.

My name, if that’s important to you, is Mu Tzu of the of the Chinese Amazon tribe Joketsuzoku, more commonly known Mousse, Mr. Part-time or Stupid Duck Boy. I actually am none of those things, if anything I would say that I’m romantically challenged and get some rather stupid ideas about how to win my love.

That brings us back to my latest tactic of Ranma-as-concubine. I had recently inherited a bit of money from a deceased relative. This allowed me a bit of freedom from the drudgery of working fulltime at the Nekohantan and allowed me to get an apartment outside of the city. Perhaps living alone permitted me to dwell on possibilities for defeating Ranma, all I know is that I thought of what appeared to be brilliant one. I thought that Shampoo would view Ranma differently if she had lived as my submissive housewife and had slept with me. Realizing that having a place of my own could make this possible, I set about making it happen. It was easy buying doctored photos from Nabiki of the two of us in various poses, such as at the beach, in a restaurant, at our wedding. These I framed and scattered throughout my apartment. Finding out the female Ranma’s sizes of clothing from the same source was easy; wiping Nabiki’s memory was even easier. Wiping her computer of copies was even easier still. I bought the clothing that I wanted her to wear, a fake wedding ring, and a doctored marriage certificate and now I just needed the final piece; Ranma herself.

I met him late one night at an abandoned baseball diamond for a challenge that I had issued under a false name. I am not vain but know that I am far from plain; my green eyes with their oriental slant have been called alluring by some and myself described as a bishounen (beautiful boy). I dressed in nondescript black clothes and wore the contact lenses that I had recently purchased. I met him and damned if he didn’t recognize me after knowing me for over a year! It was downright insulting; you’d think that he’d have recognized my voice at least! Instead we went through the whole song and dance about; I challenge thee with him saying ‘bring it’, or something to that effect. He sprang at me and I threw a bomb at him, it blew up and surrounded him with the same gas I had used wipe Nabiki’s mind clear. He fell unconscious and with a quick dose of cold water he became a she, the female him was easy to transport. Ranma made a very small girl and albeit, a cute one.

I took her back to my place and redressed her how I wanted her to look and then sat down and ‘reprogrammed’ her. The gas not only allowed a person to wipe the core personality, but shape them into whatever you want. It’s very effective but needs to be redone every week while its victim lies unconscious in its grasp.

She opened her eyes; she wore a beautiful dark blue silk kimono with cranes on it and her hair was bound up in a style befitting a proper, married Japanese beauty and she wore a gold wedding ring. “Honey are you okay?” I asked her.

“I’m fine darling” she said in a demure tonr of voice “I’m pleased that you asked”

“Of course I worry about you Rei” I said and helped her up. Her name was Rei Matsuo (Rei means obedient, I thought it was perfect for my new Ranma) and she was my wife. I had instilled traditional Japanese values in her. She knew to obey me as I was her lord and master. Pretty sweet huh? She knew to do my bidding, I knew that her memories would be hazy, but I figured that I could make them up as I went along.

“Why do I feel so dizzy husband?” she asked.

“You’ve always been a delicate creature. You fainted” I said taking her hands. I myself wore a man’s kimono and my contacts. She believed that I was a Chinese immigrant who fell for her beauty when I spotted her in the market, had wooed and won her and that we were newly married.

She looked the time, “oh my, it’s so late, I haven’t even started dinner yet, please forgive me” she said kneeling on the floor. I grinned in triumph at this while she wasn’t looking.

“It’s okay; I can hardly think you remiss in your duties if you aren’t feeling well” I said drawing her to her feet.

“So you don’t plan to spank me?” she asked. I had told her that this was to be the punishment for acting as a bad wife.

“Not this time dear, now go make supper” I said and gave her a pat on the bottom. She blushed and rushed off with downcast eyes.

So began Ranma’s new life, she made Kasumi seem like a tyrant she was so gentle. Everyday I would pick out her kimono and help her put up her hair like she was a dress up dolly. She would make me breakfast and I would leave for work at the Nekohanten. She would spend the day marketing and cleaning house. When I returned she would have dinner ready and sit obediently on a pillow and served me while I ate, then she would eat herself and then we would go to bed.

Bed, now there was my favourite place for humiliating Ranma, she took to sex like a duck to water, pardon the pun. She was shy at first when I approached her for my marital rights, but I didn’t force her. She had to know that she did it willingly. I started first with gentle kisses and caresses until her nipples hardened to pebbles beneath my fingertips inside her dainty pink bra and her love juices soaked her matching panties (see? I thought of everything). Her first orgasm was from my tongue and her next six from my cock plunging into her virgin hole. I reveled each time her nails dug into my back and she uttered a sharp cry. She loved sex and couldn’t get enough. Who could resist the combination of dutiful wife and tiger in bed? Not me.

People would ask each other what happened to Ranma and I would just smirk and be tempted to say “polishing my shoes.” It was quite amusing that the elaborate search parties would walk right by her in the market as she always wore a hood when out of doors; I told her that married women should never show their hair.

She was the perfect wife, sweet, thoughtful and sexy as hell. Yes I spanked her once in a while but you’ve seen her ass. Tell me you wouldn’t want to do that to her.....especially since we discovered it got her hot. I watched her fall in love with me; I was always kind to her and never abused her. I came to care for her also to my chagrin.

I thought that she was happy in her new life until one night she asked “honey why don’t I remember my family?” I put down my chopsticks and thought I might draw inspiration from her real family. Mother was a bit of a psycho and father little more then a ball busting pimp, I quickly dismissed this idea. I told her that her father was a tough, but fair doctor who called her his “little red.” I told her that her mother was a gentle, beautiful woman who was fiercely protective of her and her sister. She’d chased me off her porch with a broom when I brought Rei home a couple of minutes late one night. I said she had a little bother who could imitate any birdcall. I said that she had an older sister who loved to steal her clothes. I invented for her a perfect loving family that grew with each detail I added until she laughed along with my descriptions and imitations of them. This made her so happy that I even hired a family down on their luck to take her phone calls and encouraged her to call them. They must have been convincing because she was always ecstatic after talking to them.

She did change in small ways despite my constantly reprogramming her personality. I allowed her a little more freedom of choice and gave her fond memories of growing up. I knew better then to try and limit her friends; people were just drawn to her. I was happy to see that she maintained friendships with women of the traditional values as the ones I gave to her. She approached me one day about a job one of them had offered her. “What sort of job?” I asked suspiciously.

“It’s at my friend Hanako’s tea shop” she explained.

“What sort of uniform are you expected to wear?” I asked.

“It’s a traditional Japanese tea house, exactly what I have on” she said in amusement, holding out her arms to show her tasteful kimono and obi. “I hope you don’t hate the idea, I told Hanako that I would only take it if you approve of it. It would be from nine am to two pm, so I would have plenty of time for my chores and to make you dinner” she said. So I did check it out, I was relieved that it was mainly populated by the elderly and that the owner suggested that she wear a black wig to make her look more authentically Japanese.

We filled out the paperwork, I was glad that I had had the foresight to get her a fake set of id. While another employee showed her around, I asked Hanako why Rei had wanted to take the job.

“She wants to give you her money for household expenses” Hanako explained.

I was surprised when the next night I came home in a low mood and I found her dressed only in a frilly pink apron. She acted all demure and walked like nothing was amiss until I bent her over the table and took her from behind. I loved having sex with her, there was nothing like the feeling of her pulsating along my length during her orgasms. Dinner was cold by the time we were done. “Why did you do this?” I asked her because acting sexy was so unlike the new her.

She giggled “I wanted to cheer you up; you’re always so depressed after you work at the café” she said. I was surprised that she had noticed this; I have never told her the misery that my work environment had become. Shampoo had become a tyrant out of frustration of not knowing where Ranma was and often took it out on me. I usually got home in a frustrated mood sporting a whole new set of bruises; Rei had said nothing and applied salve to them without asking a thing.

“I’m fine, I love my job” I assured her.

“They seem to treat you like a slave and underpay you. You should quit, you can get another job as a waiter anywhere” she said. I could feel my heart turn cold at this. Leave the Neko Hanten? Go away from Shampoo? It was unthinkable, but I did have my wife to consider.....I blushed when I realized what I had just thought. Perhaps my lies were too convincing even for me? But she’d been with me over a month and this situation was supposed to have lasted a week. Yet I loved coming home to her and listening to her telling me about her day. I loved sleeping beside her; it was nice to have someone enjoy my company after being rejected so many times. I knew that it couldn’t last forever.

It was the day of my seventeen birthday when things came to a head. She’d insisted that we should have a party for me and I was really touched, no one had ever thrown me one before. Yet I had to tell her that I had no friends, anyone I could have invited wasn’t to know where she was. “We could go dancing” she suggested.

“Do you know how to dance?” I asked her dubiously.

She looked at our wedding photo “didn’t we dance at our wedding?” she asked as I had never added this to her false memories.

“Like an angel” I told her, settling that we were going dancing.

We went to a dance bar and she drank mocktails as neither of us was of age, however I being tall for my age, I managed to pass and shared with her some rum based drinks until we were both giggly. She was a natural dancer, smooth and graceful. People would step back to watch her as she whirled around the floor, I’m sure I looked like a large mouthed bass flopping on land in comparison to her. It was the best night of my life, afterwards she clung onto my arm as we walked home. “Honey I was thinking we should have a baby soon” she said.

I stopped dead “why would you want to do that?” I asked her stupidly.

“That’s what people in love do” she said, “I figure that with you putting what I make in the bank and with what you have left of your inheritance, we should be fine” she said. I knew then that I had to let her go. I had become too attached; she had become too attached.

I didn’t reprogram her again, so a week later she when was serving me tea she dropped the pot. “Mousse what am I doing here?” she demanded in Ranma’s voice. Then she stood still as Rei’s memories fused with Ranma’s. “You violated me!” she screamed and launched herself at me; I didn’t even try to protect myself as she took her revenge by beating me to a bloody pulp. Afterwards she retrieved her old clothes (she knew where these were because I had made her wash them and put them away), dumped some tea over her head, dressed and left without a word to me.

Ranma’s home now and there is much rejoicing; he told everyone that he was on a training trip. Everyone’s happy and Shampoo can’t stop hugging him and quite frankly I don’t care anymore. I hate going home to an empty house and sleep with Rei’s kimono beside me when I do sleep at all. I feel horrible most of the time but no one notices or cares.

Ranma showed up in disguise and sat in my section a week later. I had expected him to come but I hadn’t thought that she would come as a girl and wearing her black wig and sunglasses. I served her to see what she wanted. “You’ve come for your retribution?” I said without preamble.

“I want to know why” she said taking off her sunglasses.

“I don’t have a proper answer other then, it seemed like a good idea at the time” I answered.

“No why did you send me back to my own private hell?” she asked.

I was stumped by this “I don’t understand” I said.

She toyed nervously with her sunglasses “when I got home Akane called me a jerk and hit me with her mallet and my father and Mr. Tendo yelled at me for deserting Akane. Not a single person asked me where I was or had been doing” she said in an ironic tone of voice. “Ukyou swatted me with her spatula, Shampoo slapped me and Kodachi tried to kidnap me. Nice welcome home huh? My mother wants me to commit seppuku if I fail to become a man among men, so I can’t go home because of my curse. Without the Tendo house I have nowhere to go. My father wants to sell me to the highest bidder. Does that sound good to you? At least living a lie with you I had a loving family and was with someone I chose to marry and who wasn’t foisted on me” she said sadly.

“But it wasn’t real!” I protested.

“I had a father who was a doctor who called me little red, I had a gentle mother who was fiercely protective of her daughters, I had a little brother who could imitate any bird song, I had sister who liked to steal my clothes and I had a husband who loved me. I was happy; you took all of that from me” she stated.

“You would rather have lived a lie with someone in love with another girl?” I asked.

“You don’t get it, you’re in love with me” she said smiling sadly.

“I love Shampoo” I protested.

“I’ve been watching you, you barely even notice her anymore. You’re too busy missing me” she said, there was no triumph in her voice; she was merely stating a fact.

I realized that it was true, I had set out to defeat her and in the end she had defeated me. I took a deep breath “have you come for your revenge?” I asked her.

“You’re in love with someone who doesn’t even exist; I’ve already had it” she said, she handed me a gift wrapped package and gave me a kiss on the cheek “Happy Birthday Mousse” she said and left.

I opened the wrapper to a photo of her done up like Rei, my Rei and brushed away a bitter tear.

“Who was that?” Shampoo asked me.

“Just a girl I once knew” I replied.