Denying Yourself
Mousse stared at the piece of paper, not wanting to believe it. Then, he made a ball with the paper and threw it into the garbage. Somehow, he felt truly pissed. Actually, he was bored with that business.
He was Mousse, the warrior of the Hidden Weapon technique, not some invisible warrior, or master of whatever they said. He was in love with Shampoo, and he tried his very best in winning her. He never had another choice to live another way, and even if he did, he wouldn't have chosen it. Ha. He was very happy with his life, thank you very much, and didn't truly care about what some weirdo was trying to tell him.
"I won't be manipulated by this Kun Po guy, or anyone else!!!!" screamed to no one in particular.
But something inside him knew he was deluding himself.
He never felt comfortable with that technique, and sometimes he had the feeling that he fought in that way to hide something from himself, and everyone else. His love for Shampoo. he was actually to doubt just how pure were his feelings concerning her, whether it was true love, or just, an illusion he tried to make himself believe. He wasn't entirely happy, no, miserable was the perfect way to describe his life. Any choice different than a life full of humiliation would have been better.
But he didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to admit that everything he had fought all these years wasn't what he wanted. He had lived his life in this way for so long, he refused to even look for another way.
With these and more thoughts, Mousse began to walk back to the café. In the shadows, someone watched Mousse.
He then entered the café, still pissed. The first thing he felt when entering the café, was a kick in the face.
"Mousse, stupid duck, where the heck have you been??!!!" Shampoo scolded him. "What, did you miss me?" He said in a sarcastic tone, that might have had some scorn hidden on it. This answer surprised Shampoo. He had never talked to her like that. She stuttered a little, but quickly recovered. "Miss you? Ha! Don't make Shampoo laugh. Now get in kitchen!! You forgot to peel potatoes again, NOW GET ON IT!!"
He looked her with a look of repressed anger. and then went into the kitchen.
In there, he sat down and began his job. "Ughh, here comes the old hag" he thought. Cologne began to scold him, but in another first, he blocked everything she said, until it became a little voice that didn't make sense. He just kept peeling the potatoes and nodded a couple of times. Cologne was an old hag, but she wasn't stupid, she quickly noticed Mousse wasn't even acknowledging her presence. "Mousse, are you hearing me?" she said, while using her cane to hit him.
Something happened. As a reflex, he stopped the hit like it was nothing. Cologne was completely surprised. He was too, to the point where his heart began to beat faster. "What the heck did I just do?!" he thought, but he kept working like nothing happened. His face didn't even reflect a bit of all the confusion and surprise he had. Cologne stared at him for a little, and got out of the kitchen silently.
Cologne found Shampoo sitting on a table. It was a slow day, and Shampoo was bored. With a face of concern, she sat at Shampoo's side. "Elder, what's the matter?" Said Shampoo in chinese. "There's something wrong with Mousse. He's been acting strange all day. I'm concerned" "Concerned? About that idiot? How come?" "Something is changing in him. He ignored me when I was talking to him, and when I tried to hit him, he blocked it. Then, he acted like nothing happened." "Don't worry elder, Shampoo will find out what's happening"
Shampoo entered the kitchen. Mousse was finishing the last potato. She then decided on the best way to confront him. Well, maybe not the best way, just the same way she always confronted him. by insulting him. "What is wrong with stupid Duck-boy?" Mousse ignored her. Somehow, he was really mad. He felt he had just reached the limit of what he could stand of her insults. "Answer me!" "......." "MOUSSE!! ANSWER ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!!!!" "......." "WHY YOU.." Shampoo then punched him, or tried to. Mousse caught her fist before she was able to hit him. "Let go!" "No" he answered calmly. Shampoo began to get scared. His tone of voice, however calm, had a feeling of danger. "I said, let go!" she said, this time not too sure of herself. When he didn't reply, she tried to hit him again. Once again he caught her, but this time, his calm expression changed slightly into a more threatening one. Almost silently, he whispered to her: "Never try to touch me again, you insolent wench" Shampoo was now really scared. He held her so strongly, she had no idea how he became this strong. It was beginning to get painful. Then Cologne entered the kitchen and saw how scared she was. "What do you think you are doing!!" she screamed at him, before using her cane to hit him. He let go of Shampoo and evaded the hit. Then he looked at Cologne. He was looking in a way where it was obvious he was barely containing his anger. "I merely wanted to make a point. I will not allow more of this. If any of you try to even touch me again, you will regret it." Then, he merely stood up, and left the café. When he was out, he ran away.
He ran and ran. He ran like his life depended on it. He ran until he found himself in top of a hill.
"What was I doing???!!!! That isn't me!!! I love Shampoo.. Then why was I threatening her?? What is happening to me???!!!"
He sat, and cried. And then he watched the city. It was almost sunset. Then he felt the cold winter wind hit him. The wind now felt different. It was like a sensation he had long forgotten. He stood up and felt the wind in his face. The wind was now relaxing him. He smiled. In spite of all that just happened, he smiled just at the contact of the wind. It was like he just had found an old friend. His mind went blank, with the exception of the pleasure he felt with the wind hitting him. It was almost like he was the wind.
"It feels good, doesn't it Mu Tsu?" a voice behind him said.
A tall figure was just in front of him. He carried a long spear in his right arm. A Chinese spear.
It was him. Kun Po.
Mousse stared at the piece of paper, not wanting to believe it. Then, he made a ball with the paper and threw it into the garbage. Somehow, he felt truly pissed. Actually, he was bored with that business.
He was Mousse, the warrior of the Hidden Weapon technique, not some invisible warrior, or master of whatever they said. He was in love with Shampoo, and he tried his very best in winning her. He never had another choice to live another way, and even if he did, he wouldn't have chosen it. Ha. He was very happy with his life, thank you very much, and didn't truly care about what some weirdo was trying to tell him.
"I won't be manipulated by this Kun Po guy, or anyone else!!!!" screamed to no one in particular.
But something inside him knew he was deluding himself.
He never felt comfortable with that technique, and sometimes he had the feeling that he fought in that way to hide something from himself, and everyone else. His love for Shampoo. he was actually to doubt just how pure were his feelings concerning her, whether it was true love, or just, an illusion he tried to make himself believe. He wasn't entirely happy, no, miserable was the perfect way to describe his life. Any choice different than a life full of humiliation would have been better.
But he didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to admit that everything he had fought all these years wasn't what he wanted. He had lived his life in this way for so long, he refused to even look for another way.
With these and more thoughts, Mousse began to walk back to the café. In the shadows, someone watched Mousse.
He then entered the café, still pissed. The first thing he felt when entering the café, was a kick in the face.
"Mousse, stupid duck, where the heck have you been??!!!" Shampoo scolded him. "What, did you miss me?" He said in a sarcastic tone, that might have had some scorn hidden on it. This answer surprised Shampoo. He had never talked to her like that. She stuttered a little, but quickly recovered. "Miss you? Ha! Don't make Shampoo laugh. Now get in kitchen!! You forgot to peel potatoes again, NOW GET ON IT!!"
He looked her with a look of repressed anger. and then went into the kitchen.
In there, he sat down and began his job. "Ughh, here comes the old hag" he thought. Cologne began to scold him, but in another first, he blocked everything she said, until it became a little voice that didn't make sense. He just kept peeling the potatoes and nodded a couple of times. Cologne was an old hag, but she wasn't stupid, she quickly noticed Mousse wasn't even acknowledging her presence. "Mousse, are you hearing me?" she said, while using her cane to hit him.
Something happened. As a reflex, he stopped the hit like it was nothing. Cologne was completely surprised. He was too, to the point where his heart began to beat faster. "What the heck did I just do?!" he thought, but he kept working like nothing happened. His face didn't even reflect a bit of all the confusion and surprise he had. Cologne stared at him for a little, and got out of the kitchen silently.
Cologne found Shampoo sitting on a table. It was a slow day, and Shampoo was bored. With a face of concern, she sat at Shampoo's side. "Elder, what's the matter?" Said Shampoo in chinese. "There's something wrong with Mousse. He's been acting strange all day. I'm concerned" "Concerned? About that idiot? How come?" "Something is changing in him. He ignored me when I was talking to him, and when I tried to hit him, he blocked it. Then, he acted like nothing happened." "Don't worry elder, Shampoo will find out what's happening"
Shampoo entered the kitchen. Mousse was finishing the last potato. She then decided on the best way to confront him. Well, maybe not the best way, just the same way she always confronted him. by insulting him. "What is wrong with stupid Duck-boy?" Mousse ignored her. Somehow, he was really mad. He felt he had just reached the limit of what he could stand of her insults. "Answer me!" "......." "MOUSSE!! ANSWER ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!!!!" "......." "WHY YOU.." Shampoo then punched him, or tried to. Mousse caught her fist before she was able to hit him. "Let go!" "No" he answered calmly. Shampoo began to get scared. His tone of voice, however calm, had a feeling of danger. "I said, let go!" she said, this time not too sure of herself. When he didn't reply, she tried to hit him again. Once again he caught her, but this time, his calm expression changed slightly into a more threatening one. Almost silently, he whispered to her: "Never try to touch me again, you insolent wench" Shampoo was now really scared. He held her so strongly, she had no idea how he became this strong. It was beginning to get painful. Then Cologne entered the kitchen and saw how scared she was. "What do you think you are doing!!" she screamed at him, before using her cane to hit him. He let go of Shampoo and evaded the hit. Then he looked at Cologne. He was looking in a way where it was obvious he was barely containing his anger. "I merely wanted to make a point. I will not allow more of this. If any of you try to even touch me again, you will regret it." Then, he merely stood up, and left the café. When he was out, he ran away.
He ran and ran. He ran like his life depended on it. He ran until he found himself in top of a hill.
"What was I doing???!!!! That isn't me!!! I love Shampoo.. Then why was I threatening her?? What is happening to me???!!!"
He sat, and cried. And then he watched the city. It was almost sunset. Then he felt the cold winter wind hit him. The wind now felt different. It was like a sensation he had long forgotten. He stood up and felt the wind in his face. The wind was now relaxing him. He smiled. In spite of all that just happened, he smiled just at the contact of the wind. It was like he just had found an old friend. His mind went blank, with the exception of the pleasure he felt with the wind hitting him. It was almost like he was the wind.
"It feels good, doesn't it Mu Tsu?" a voice behind him said.
A tall figure was just in front of him. He carried a long spear in his right arm. A Chinese spear.
It was him. Kun Po.