Disclaimer: I don't own Mousse or the others. They belong to the utterly esteemed and terrific Takahashi Rumiko. I know some of you other Ranma fans may consider this way OOC, but I really adore Mousse, and I always felt that he never got the chance to be much other than a shallow, second-rate character. It's a wee bit depressing and rather short, but I couldn't stop from writing it when the little bugger started threatening me with all those weapons he keeps in his sleeves. *grin* I'm really pathetic as far as money goes, so please don't sue me!
I don't even what I was thinking when I followed Shampoo here to Japan. No, that's not true, I do; I love her. I love her, even though she doesn't give me the time of day. I love her, even though I know she would never think of me as anything but an annoyance. I love her, even though she seems to think that Ranma would ever love her in return.
Sometimes, I think that loving her is an even worse curse than being turned into a duck every time cold water finds me. I may still be blind as ever, but it gives me one impossible fancy; I could try to fly back to China, maybe. Just leave and forget all about Shampoo, get away from Cologne's constant scheming and threats. Get away from the fact that no matter what I do, I'll always just be Mousse, the blind idiot, in more ways than one, that would follow a woman who would never care about him to the ends of the Earth if he thought she would call him something other than stupid.
She's only right in the sense that I will never give up on her, though; I can't. I can't just forget about someone I have loved since we were children. But, I'm not as stupid as everyone thinks I am, you know. No; I may be blind in the sense that I can't see anything two inches in front of my face, but there are other things I see. I can see that Ranma will never belong to Shampoo, or any of the others, except Akane. And I can see that she feels the same way. I don't need eyes to see that; I can hear it when either one speaks, even when they fight. No, I don't think anyone would need perfect vision to see that at all.
And then there are the things I wish I couldn't see at all. That's one of the reasons I don't wear my glasses, sometimes. True, Shampoo once told me that I had nice eyes, when they could be seen, and that was the original reason I tried not wearing them. It wasn't as if I couldn't see the disdain in her eyes for me in the first place, but when I learned to see things with my other senses, I realized that I could still hear it in her voice every time she spoke to me. No, I'm not blind at all, in that instance.
But until I die, I'll continue playing the fool for her; chasing her, trying to get even one simple act of kindness from her. One gentle word, a thank you, even just a touch that isn't the result of irritation. Just once to hear her say that she would remember even one moment of a childhood afternoon with me, when we were too young to even consider anything beyond simple companionship, in happiness. Just once to have the chance to do something right in her eyes. To let her know that even though it would kill me to never speak of my feelings for her again, I would be content to be nothing more than a friend once more. A friend that would never walk away, that would listen to her heartbroken musings about Ranma, even though it would break my own to do so.
Anything to know that I'm something to someone other than a peon to give orders to, a punching bag, an annoyance. But I know that's not what is meant for me. No, I will always be Mousse. I will always be the fool. A fool who knows he has to take what he can get, no matter what the price to himself.
I don't even what I was thinking when I followed Shampoo here to Japan. No, that's not true, I do; I love her. I love her, even though she doesn't give me the time of day. I love her, even though I know she would never think of me as anything but an annoyance. I love her, even though she seems to think that Ranma would ever love her in return.
Sometimes, I think that loving her is an even worse curse than being turned into a duck every time cold water finds me. I may still be blind as ever, but it gives me one impossible fancy; I could try to fly back to China, maybe. Just leave and forget all about Shampoo, get away from Cologne's constant scheming and threats. Get away from the fact that no matter what I do, I'll always just be Mousse, the blind idiot, in more ways than one, that would follow a woman who would never care about him to the ends of the Earth if he thought she would call him something other than stupid.
She's only right in the sense that I will never give up on her, though; I can't. I can't just forget about someone I have loved since we were children. But, I'm not as stupid as everyone thinks I am, you know. No; I may be blind in the sense that I can't see anything two inches in front of my face, but there are other things I see. I can see that Ranma will never belong to Shampoo, or any of the others, except Akane. And I can see that she feels the same way. I don't need eyes to see that; I can hear it when either one speaks, even when they fight. No, I don't think anyone would need perfect vision to see that at all.
And then there are the things I wish I couldn't see at all. That's one of the reasons I don't wear my glasses, sometimes. True, Shampoo once told me that I had nice eyes, when they could be seen, and that was the original reason I tried not wearing them. It wasn't as if I couldn't see the disdain in her eyes for me in the first place, but when I learned to see things with my other senses, I realized that I could still hear it in her voice every time she spoke to me. No, I'm not blind at all, in that instance.
But until I die, I'll continue playing the fool for her; chasing her, trying to get even one simple act of kindness from her. One gentle word, a thank you, even just a touch that isn't the result of irritation. Just once to hear her say that she would remember even one moment of a childhood afternoon with me, when we were too young to even consider anything beyond simple companionship, in happiness. Just once to have the chance to do something right in her eyes. To let her know that even though it would kill me to never speak of my feelings for her again, I would be content to be nothing more than a friend once more. A friend that would never walk away, that would listen to her heartbroken musings about Ranma, even though it would break my own to do so.
Anything to know that I'm something to someone other than a peon to give orders to, a punching bag, an annoyance. But I know that's not what is meant for me. No, I will always be Mousse. I will always be the fool. A fool who knows he has to take what he can get, no matter what the price to himself.