Personal Assistant to Love

Sorry I disappeared, I’ve had a severe case of writers block and sometimes starting new stories helps clear this. I hope you will be patient with me and check out my mutally written story with DaisukeFox, which is on our joint account, user id name: daisidian It’s a side story of Fatal Attraction featuring Kuno and Nabiki. It’s a fun write and hopefully you will think a fun read.

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After Akane and Ranma got married, the Nerima Wrecking Crew was saddened and slowly closed that chapter of their lives. Kodachi became a hermit-like creature, while Kuno continued to pursue his pigtailed girl until he was kidnapped by the Tendo family. They brainwashed him into believing that she finally was Ranma by employing ‘friendly’ torture methods. Mousse was elated that he would return to his native village with the girl of his dreams, to pursue her in the relative isolation there, until Ryoga accidently knocked her out while taking out his frustrations on a tree. Once they got to know each other, they formed a love that Ranma and Akane had denied them and had hurried back to her village for their nuptials. Mousse had been devastated and had refused to return to China, seeing Shampoo with another man would kill him. He had hoped that Cologne would turn over the running of the Neko Hanten to him, if only to rid herself of him, however she had promptly sold the building. His inquires to the new owner about his staying on as waiter proved fruitless, when he said that his own abundant family would provide labour for his restaurant. So Mousse literally had no where to go and no job to even pay for a place to stay. He thought about seeking shelter from his former enemy, seeing how Kasumi normally took in strays, but was too proud to stoop to this.

On the last night of having a place to stay after a fruitless week attempting to gain employment, Mousse bought a bottle of sake and threw himself into the hands of fate. He sobbed out loud for the loss of his life long love and his shattered hopes and dreams. Each burning mouthful of seemed to feed his anguish as he packed his few belongings into his weapons box to prepare for his voyage into the unknown. Exhausted and drunk, he silently walked through the building which had been his home for a year. Finally he trudged to his futon, not sure where he was sleeping tomorrow night. With tears still cascading down his face, he fell into a dreamless sleep.

He didn’t hear when the ribbon wrapped around his window casement and a black clad figure, dressed as a ninja climbed up it. The small figure watched Mousse for a few minutes and then softly padded down the hallway. Mousse woke up as someone softly dabbed at his face with a damp cloth to wipe away his tears.

He sat bolt upright in bed, befubbled from the alcohol and confused.

“It’s okay, it’s only me” the figure said turning on a light.

“Kodachi what are you doing here?” he asked in surprise. She looked different when totally dressed. The black clothing made her pale face look stark, she looked drawn and her eyes were bloodshot. Mousse suspected that he wasn’t the only one crying over a lost love.

“I came to take you home with me” she explained and made a gesture for permission to sit on the bed, as there were no other chairs in the room. He moved over and she sat down beside him.

“What do you mean?” he asked confused.

“I bugged every inch of the spaces where my future hu-Ranma’s fiancées and enemies live, even Ryoga has a bug in his tent” she explained. “You might say that I’m like Nabiki in my need for information. However she sells hers and I hold my cards close to my vest. Information can be deadly when used right. However Ranma’s gone” she said, blinking away a tear. “I’ve heard you cry in the night and all those beautiful words that you said to Shampoo. You would have done anything to be with her, that’s how it was with Ranma and myself. That spoke to me. I know more about you then I ever thought I would, my heart went out to you when you sobbed about your loneliness and suffering. I also know that both of your tribal members turned their backs on you and you have no where to go. Come to the mansion and live with me” she said.

Mousse was a combination of embarrassed and horrified at the idea that she’d been listening to his intimate conversations, him in the washroom, him touching himself...........he blushed at this idea. “Nice of you to offer, but I couldn’t possibly accept” he said nervously. “I’ve already met your pet and don’t wish to become his food again”

Kodachi sighed “I disabled the traps at my brother’s insistence. He got something installed called an alarm system as apparently he had to pay a huge fine to our pool man when he got caught in one. Our insurance company threatened to triple our premiums if we didn’t get rid of our traps and they’re already exceedingly high, so Mr. Scaly Green now lives in the Tokyo Aquarium. You’d be perfectly safe” she said.

“But why would you want to live with me?” Mousse asked.

“Our place is huge with lots of bedrooms and our family is small. I know from the cameras that you’re a sweet guy who needs a friend. I need one too, I don’t like to admit that I’m lonely, but I am” she said blinking back tears again.

“Hey its okay” Mousse soothed.

“No its not, I don’t have a fiancé and all anyone can about it, is stuff about fish in the sea and better luck next time” she cried. “No one has any sympathy for me”

Mousse nodded, knowing what that felt like but he wasn’t sure that he wanted anything to do with the crazy girl, even if she seemed not only nice, but completely sane now.

“I wouldn’t feel comfortable sponging off someone” he said hesitantly.

“You could work for me; you could be my personal assistant. My last one ended up having a breakdown for some reason” she said with a frown. “It’s a position that comes with a generous salary and room and board” she said inspired. For some reason she felt the need to help her fellow loser in love. Mousse’s almost stalker-like style of pursuing his love interest reminded her so much of her own.

Mousse goggled at the amount she mentioned, “that’s more than generous, but why me? The only jobs I’ve had were as a knife throwing duck and a waiter. I don’t know what the duties entail, there are hundreds of people more qualified to be your PA then me” he said.

“You’ll learn your duties; it would kind of be a combination of valet and PA. It’s really not that difficult” she said giving him the cute expression she used to as a child when she wanted something from her father.

“I-I” he hesitated.

“Where else are you going to go?” she asked, getting to the crux of the problem.

“I have nowhere else” he said evenly.

“Great, lets get you packed and get out of this dump, I bet there isn’t even a Jacuzzi here” she said with distaste as if this was a crime against humanity.

Mousse blushed when she insisted on packing up his clothing, starting with his underwear drawer. She looked bemused when she found a pair of heart print boxers he had bought from a website that did custom work; they read I love Shampoo.

“They were a present” he said with as much dignity as he could muster.

“It this seriously your entire wardrobe?” she asked finding only six matching white robes paired with blue pants....and six pair of cheap black cotton shoes in his closet.

“No everyone has millions of yen at their disposal for every shopping whim “he replied.

“Remind me to make a donation to your impoverished tribe” she mused and surprised him by expertly stowing his clothes into his duffle bag herself.

“The women of our tribe are the ones who control the wealth” he explained.

“That’s kind of weird” she commented.

“It’s normal for me” he said with a ghost of a smile.

“Well just pretend that I’m a woman of your tribe and serve me properly” she said, giving him an ironic grin.

Thinking of what a powerful martial artist she was, Mousse said, “not too much a stretch for the imagination.”

Wordlessly they divided the meager bundles that represented all of Mousse’s worldly possessions to carry to where Kodachi had said her car was waiting.

His eyes went wide to see a stretch limousine parked in the alleyway beside his old home. “That’s a car” he asked his companion incredulously.

“Technically it is, it’s the only way to travel” she said as the driver opened the door for her and then for him, not sure what their relationship was. “Hop in” she said in encouragement after they stowed his possessions in the trunk.

And just like that the lonely, soon-to-be-homeless boy was handed a new life.