Holy Matrimony!
Mousse-Shampoo
Genma watched in mild humor as the bespectacled boy accosted his son.
"You don't even love her! Why won't you just let me beat you?" Mousse said. Ranma gave short bark of a laugh.
"Let you beat me? HA! Look, for one thing, I won't ever LET myself be beaten. For another thing, don't you think it would be some kinda point of honor for her if you beat me for real?" Ranma said. Mousse thought that over.
"I can't play for free, but I can play dirty.." He said to himself, formulating
a plan.
"All right, Ranma Saotome, I challenge you, two weeks from today! Believe me, I will win!" he said, pushing up his glasses. Ranma laughed.
"Sure you will," he said, flicking Mousse's lenses. Mousse growled as Ranma walked away. He adjusted his all-encompassing robes, flicking a knife from one of the pockets.
"This bout will be mine, Ranma Saotome, or I shall never fight again," He thought to himself, flicking the blade back into his robes, purposefully taking a nick of flesh with it.
Two weeks later, on the betting grounds,
"Five to one, says it's Ranma." Happosai said. Nabiki nodded.
"Too true, but.." she trailed off.
"But what?" Soun asked.
"But if we bet on Mousse. And he makes it. That's one less fiancee to worry about." She finished. The two Tendos nodded. The battle was about to start.
"I will take that bet!" Happosai called out. Mousse flicked a glance that way, but shrugged it off. He stood in a ready stance. Shampoo was between the two of them, looking demure.
"Rose of the noble..." She trailed off as the rest looked at her. She grinned a neko smile (appropriate) and said, "oops, wrong show! All right, two suitors fight!" she yelled, sweeping back. Nabiki and Soun looked up.
"GO MOUSSE!" they shouted. Mousse looked at them incredulously, nearly getting his by a flying Ranma. Akane and Ukyo sat in the stands, near Shampoo.
"Who do you think will win?" Akane asked Ukyo.
"I don't know." Ukyo admitted, "Ranma usually does, but there's something about Mousse today," Akane nodded.
"It's almost like he's battling for his life." She remarked. Shampoo looked back at them.
"I hoping Ranma win!" she said, training on them her bright smile. Akane and Ukyo nodded.
"WE KNOW!" they said in unison. It seemed that end was coming. Ranma had gotten a few good hits off in the very beginning, and, despite his gumption, Mousse was failing. He pulled out a sword. Ranma dodged, pulling up and under the sword to hit Mousse in the jaw with a jab. Mousse went down, hard.
"Looks like it's over!" Akane said, disappointed and a bit disgusted.
"Oh, my god!" Ukyo shouted. Mousse was getting up! Shampoo stood, hand to her mouth. He stood, leaning on his sword for support. Then he dropped it, getting into a stance.
"I won't let you win that easily!" he shouted, somehow energized. Shampoo sat back down, reluctantly. Ranma rolled his eyes and kicked. Mousse went down again, but just as quickly got back up.
"You just won't give up!" Ranma shouted. Mousse nodded.
"I need this win, now!" he said, right before impacting the dust again. Before he got up, he swung his legs in a roundhouse kick, felling Ranma. He jumped back, assessing the situation. Ranma got up.
"That's it!" he yelled. He was about to do something very horrible to Mousse, when a bucket of water came flying at them. Mousse, being at least that sensible, jumped out of the way with no time to spare. Ranma however.
"OHHH!!!! WHO DID THAT!!" he shouted. Or rather, she. Shampoo stood up, brow creased in a disapproving line, shaking her head.
"No matter how mad Ranma get, he no kill! He no kill Mousse!" Shampoo said, dropping the bucket, "If Ranma want win this, he must win fair, or no win at all." She said, sitting back down. Ranma clenched his fists. Behind the stands, Ryoga appeared.
"Where am I now?" he shouted. Then he looked around, "Hey, I made it!" he shouted incredulously. He jumped up to the top of the stands, "Aww, but it's already over," he said. Akane looked back.
"Oh, no it's not.. For some reason, it's just beginning!" she said, grinning. Ryoga smiled at her, then turned his attention back to the battle at hand. Ranma was now Ranma-chan, but Mousse remained Mousse.
"No difference!" Mousse called, "I can still battle you when you're a girl!" Ranma clenched his fists. Mousse came at him, swinging blades from his hands. Ranma easily dodged them, flipping over Mousse's head. He jumped with a flying kick at Mousse's side. Mousse went down. Then, he looked up.
"Just get it over with," He said, staring at Shampoo, "If I can't beat you now, I know I never will, so just get it over with." Ranma raised his arms for the blow. Then he brought them down.
"NO!!" shouted Shampoo, but the arms kept going. Then, instead of striking with those arms, Ranma caught Mousse by his arms, and helped him up.
"That is something that doesn't need to happen." Ranma said. Mousse stared at him from cracked lenses.
"What?" Mousse asked. Ranma nodded.
"You win. I forfeit. If it's something that's that important to you, and I don't need to win, I must let it go, even if it's a disgrace to my talent." Ranma finished. Akane raised an eyebrow.
"Perhaps there is a shred of human decency in him.." She said quietly. Shampoo sat in shock.
"Ranma not love me." she said, even though she knew it all along. Mousse looked at her.
"Mousse love me.. and now he betrothed to me." She thought, looking at him, "I get used to it. I must." She said to herself.
Sometime within the next few years..
"Ohh! I can't believe you're getting married!" Akane shouted.
"I not believe either." Shampoo said honestly. She primped her wedding dress. Akane sighed.
"I can't wait till I get married, and get to wear a beautiful dress and be special for a day." She said, sighing. But there would be no time for reflections, soon the ceremony had begun.
"Dearly beloved.." The random priest said. Mousse just stared at Shampoo. He said I do.. at the appropriate times, but really all his mind was on was how beautiful she was that day, and how very much he loved her. She smiled.
"I do," she said.
"You may kiss the bride." The priest said. Mousse lifted the veil. Shampoo looked up at him, and all the love in his big brown eyes. And then she smiled, pulling him to her. They kissed, and everyone cheered, most especially Soun and Nabiki. They gave each other high fives, and watched Happosai pull out his wallet.
"Kuso! I thought that she would kill him before it ever got to this.." He mumbled.
Later. at the Neko Hanten.
"I can't believe that it's finally got to this." Ranma said. Akane giggled.
"You having second thoughts? It's a little late, my man.." she said. The newlywed couple was dancing on the floor, arm in arm, cheek to cheek. Body to body. Then they noticed that everyone was staring. They separated.
"Cake," Kasumi called. They wheeled out the cake, a collaboration of Kasumi and Cologne.
"Oh, wow, it's so beautiful it's almost a shame to eat-" Mousse started, but was interrupted by five hundred people, pushing for a place in line. Shampoo walked up to him, cake in hand. His eyes widened.
"Oh, no!" he shouted, running. Eventually, she caught up with him, splattering the cake all over his face. He smeared some of the frosting onto her face when she kissed him.
"Look, I saved the top!" Cologne said, handing them a smaller cake. On the top of the cake, where a lovely married couple would be, was a figurine of a duck and a cat. Shampoo giggled.
"Perfect," she said, kissing Mousse once again. He glanced at it, and he couldn't help but agree.
Mousse-Shampoo
Genma watched in mild humor as the bespectacled boy accosted his son.
"You don't even love her! Why won't you just let me beat you?" Mousse said. Ranma gave short bark of a laugh.
"Let you beat me? HA! Look, for one thing, I won't ever LET myself be beaten. For another thing, don't you think it would be some kinda point of honor for her if you beat me for real?" Ranma said. Mousse thought that over.
"I can't play for free, but I can play dirty.." He said to himself, formulating
a plan.
"All right, Ranma Saotome, I challenge you, two weeks from today! Believe me, I will win!" he said, pushing up his glasses. Ranma laughed.
"Sure you will," he said, flicking Mousse's lenses. Mousse growled as Ranma walked away. He adjusted his all-encompassing robes, flicking a knife from one of the pockets.
"This bout will be mine, Ranma Saotome, or I shall never fight again," He thought to himself, flicking the blade back into his robes, purposefully taking a nick of flesh with it.
Two weeks later, on the betting grounds,
"Five to one, says it's Ranma." Happosai said. Nabiki nodded.
"Too true, but.." she trailed off.
"But what?" Soun asked.
"But if we bet on Mousse. And he makes it. That's one less fiancee to worry about." She finished. The two Tendos nodded. The battle was about to start.
"I will take that bet!" Happosai called out. Mousse flicked a glance that way, but shrugged it off. He stood in a ready stance. Shampoo was between the two of them, looking demure.
"Rose of the noble..." She trailed off as the rest looked at her. She grinned a neko smile (appropriate) and said, "oops, wrong show! All right, two suitors fight!" she yelled, sweeping back. Nabiki and Soun looked up.
"GO MOUSSE!" they shouted. Mousse looked at them incredulously, nearly getting his by a flying Ranma. Akane and Ukyo sat in the stands, near Shampoo.
"Who do you think will win?" Akane asked Ukyo.
"I don't know." Ukyo admitted, "Ranma usually does, but there's something about Mousse today," Akane nodded.
"It's almost like he's battling for his life." She remarked. Shampoo looked back at them.
"I hoping Ranma win!" she said, training on them her bright smile. Akane and Ukyo nodded.
"WE KNOW!" they said in unison. It seemed that end was coming. Ranma had gotten a few good hits off in the very beginning, and, despite his gumption, Mousse was failing. He pulled out a sword. Ranma dodged, pulling up and under the sword to hit Mousse in the jaw with a jab. Mousse went down, hard.
"Looks like it's over!" Akane said, disappointed and a bit disgusted.
"Oh, my god!" Ukyo shouted. Mousse was getting up! Shampoo stood, hand to her mouth. He stood, leaning on his sword for support. Then he dropped it, getting into a stance.
"I won't let you win that easily!" he shouted, somehow energized. Shampoo sat back down, reluctantly. Ranma rolled his eyes and kicked. Mousse went down again, but just as quickly got back up.
"You just won't give up!" Ranma shouted. Mousse nodded.
"I need this win, now!" he said, right before impacting the dust again. Before he got up, he swung his legs in a roundhouse kick, felling Ranma. He jumped back, assessing the situation. Ranma got up.
"That's it!" he yelled. He was about to do something very horrible to Mousse, when a bucket of water came flying at them. Mousse, being at least that sensible, jumped out of the way with no time to spare. Ranma however.
"OHHH!!!! WHO DID THAT!!" he shouted. Or rather, she. Shampoo stood up, brow creased in a disapproving line, shaking her head.
"No matter how mad Ranma get, he no kill! He no kill Mousse!" Shampoo said, dropping the bucket, "If Ranma want win this, he must win fair, or no win at all." She said, sitting back down. Ranma clenched his fists. Behind the stands, Ryoga appeared.
"Where am I now?" he shouted. Then he looked around, "Hey, I made it!" he shouted incredulously. He jumped up to the top of the stands, "Aww, but it's already over," he said. Akane looked back.
"Oh, no it's not.. For some reason, it's just beginning!" she said, grinning. Ryoga smiled at her, then turned his attention back to the battle at hand. Ranma was now Ranma-chan, but Mousse remained Mousse.
"No difference!" Mousse called, "I can still battle you when you're a girl!" Ranma clenched his fists. Mousse came at him, swinging blades from his hands. Ranma easily dodged them, flipping over Mousse's head. He jumped with a flying kick at Mousse's side. Mousse went down. Then, he looked up.
"Just get it over with," He said, staring at Shampoo, "If I can't beat you now, I know I never will, so just get it over with." Ranma raised his arms for the blow. Then he brought them down.
"NO!!" shouted Shampoo, but the arms kept going. Then, instead of striking with those arms, Ranma caught Mousse by his arms, and helped him up.
"That is something that doesn't need to happen." Ranma said. Mousse stared at him from cracked lenses.
"What?" Mousse asked. Ranma nodded.
"You win. I forfeit. If it's something that's that important to you, and I don't need to win, I must let it go, even if it's a disgrace to my talent." Ranma finished. Akane raised an eyebrow.
"Perhaps there is a shred of human decency in him.." She said quietly. Shampoo sat in shock.
"Ranma not love me." she said, even though she knew it all along. Mousse looked at her.
"Mousse love me.. and now he betrothed to me." She thought, looking at him, "I get used to it. I must." She said to herself.
Sometime within the next few years..
"Ohh! I can't believe you're getting married!" Akane shouted.
"I not believe either." Shampoo said honestly. She primped her wedding dress. Akane sighed.
"I can't wait till I get married, and get to wear a beautiful dress and be special for a day." She said, sighing. But there would be no time for reflections, soon the ceremony had begun.
"Dearly beloved.." The random priest said. Mousse just stared at Shampoo. He said I do.. at the appropriate times, but really all his mind was on was how beautiful she was that day, and how very much he loved her. She smiled.
"I do," she said.
"You may kiss the bride." The priest said. Mousse lifted the veil. Shampoo looked up at him, and all the love in his big brown eyes. And then she smiled, pulling him to her. They kissed, and everyone cheered, most especially Soun and Nabiki. They gave each other high fives, and watched Happosai pull out his wallet.
"Kuso! I thought that she would kill him before it ever got to this.." He mumbled.
Later. at the Neko Hanten.
"I can't believe that it's finally got to this." Ranma said. Akane giggled.
"You having second thoughts? It's a little late, my man.." she said. The newlywed couple was dancing on the floor, arm in arm, cheek to cheek. Body to body. Then they noticed that everyone was staring. They separated.
"Cake," Kasumi called. They wheeled out the cake, a collaboration of Kasumi and Cologne.
"Oh, wow, it's so beautiful it's almost a shame to eat-" Mousse started, but was interrupted by five hundred people, pushing for a place in line. Shampoo walked up to him, cake in hand. His eyes widened.
"Oh, no!" he shouted, running. Eventually, she caught up with him, splattering the cake all over his face. He smeared some of the frosting onto her face when she kissed him.
"Look, I saved the top!" Cologne said, handing them a smaller cake. On the top of the cake, where a lovely married couple would be, was a figurine of a duck and a cat. Shampoo giggled.
"Perfect," she said, kissing Mousse once again. He glanced at it, and he couldn't help but agree.
