Dancing in the Dark
Shadow Knight
Chapter 4: Jive
Disclaimer: NO, I DON'T OWN THE SHOW OR BOOKS!
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There was something stirring in the small town of Nermia. . . . .
All the inhabitants living there felt a cold chill run down their spines, making them suddenly look over their shoulders in fear.
Although there was nothing to be met (unless you were being stalked), everyone in Nermia had something to fear as they went back to their daily chores.
Oh wait. . . or was it just two?
Yes, it was two. Two who would soon face the combined wrath of Ranma and Shampoo.
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"They totally fell for it Mousse!" Akane laughed as she held her stomach with her arms.
Mousse looked at the giggling girl and snickered to himself. "They certainly did, Akane. They didn't even suspect a thing. Ranma's blinder than me!"
Akane giggled in response. She suddenly stopped and looked at Mousse. With a sly grin on her face, she asked, "Would you like to join me for a treat at our favorite place, my fine gentleman?"
Mousse looked at Akane's outstretched hand, waiting for a companion.
"My treat," she offered with a smile.
Pulling back his lips in a suave grin, the Amazon boy grabbed Akane's hand and shook it slowly. "I think I have to say yes to you on that now, my dear lady."
As they stood there, hands together in the air, they stared at each other, each keeping their cool and charming faces in place. Yet, after a few seconds, Akane's face turned red and she burst out laughing, withdrawing her hand and clutching it over her mouth to quiet her laughter.
"OW!"
Akane suddenly jerked to a stop from her giggling fit and looked down the street. Turning to Mousse, she asked, "What was that?"
Bringing a lip to his fingers, he softly shushed her and cupped his ear. After a few moments he turned his eyes back to her and shrugged his shoulders. "Dunno. But I have to say. . . it sounded all too familiar."
"Yeah," whispered Akane for a moment, putting a finger to her chin, "I can't put my finger on it, but it definitely sounds like someone I know. . . . Oh! Mousse! We better get going to the ice cream parlor if we want to still get some."
Mousse smacked a fist into his open palm. "You're absolutely right! We better run!"
Grabbing Akane's wrist he ran down the street, dragging her along as she tried to keep up with his long strides. Akane forgot how much Mousse actually loved ice cream. He hadn't had it in so long that when he first had it, he instantly became addicted like a person looking for coffee in the morning. There was no way he was going to miss a chance for ice cream.
Sighing at such an odd obsession, she tried to run faster as he continued to pull her down the street.
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Only a yard away from where they had been standing, a tree trembled and dropped a few leaves. Inside the intricate pattern of branches a young man sat, withdrawing his fist from where he had angrily punched the tree. How dare he even _think_ he could steal Akane from him! . . . Not. . . not that he wanted a dumb tomboy like her!. . .but. . . he wouldn't let that stupid duck win!
"Nobody beats Ranma Saotome in _any_ challenge," he whispered fiercely to himself.
Running his fingers through his ragged bangs, Ranma leaned back against the branch of the tree and peered up at the sky, trying to rewind and think back over what he had heard Akane and Mousse speaking about. . .
*Flashback*
Ranma ran as fast as he could to catch up with Akane and the duck boy after they had left him and Shampoo frozen to their seats. He didn't have to run long to find them. He saw them laughing over something and, looking for the nearest point to hide, leaped into a tree.
He shook the leaves out of his face and tried hard to hear what they were saying. Although he strained his ear, he only caught fragments of what they were saying:
"Would you like to join me for a treat at our favorite place, my- - - - man?"
His jaw dropping in shock, Ranma tried to clean out his ears out after hearing what Akane had said.
It didn't seem to help.
"I- - - - - have - - - - - - - you- - - - - - -now, my dear lady."
Flames were burning around Ranma's form as he heard Mousse. Even though all he heard was choppy sentences. But he didn't realize that.
Suddenly peals of laughter erupted from the two and Ranma forced a branch angrily out of the way in time to see Akane withdraw her hand from Mousse. Unfortunately at that moment the tree decided it was time for revenge and slipped loose from Ranma's fingers, rearing back to smack him in the face.
"OW!"
Rubbing his forehead tenderly where the branch had smacked him, Ranma cursed silently to himself.
"What was that?"
Clamping his mouth shut, Ranma hushed when he heard Akane's inquire. He couldn't let her catch him. . . spying. . . on her. . . . She would think he was a pervert and whack him with that stupid mallet of hers. He shut his eyes tightly, hoping she wouldn't hear his pounding heart.
"Dunno."
Ranma let a whoosh of air release from his lungs as he heard them slowly forget about the noise. Thank goodness duck boy's hearing was as bad as his sight. Nursing his forehead with his hand, Ranma leaned forward and tuned back into their chat. Akane was speaking.
"-like someone I know. . . . Oh! Mousse! We better get going- - - - - - - - - - - - - -if we want to still get some."
Ranma nearly reeled back in surprise. WhAt?! What in the world were they talking about?! His cheeks burned as he leaned foreword and _carefully_ pushed away a branch to look at the two.
"You're absolutely right! We better run!"
With that, Mousse latched possessively onto. . . okay, so maybe he just lightly grabbed Akane by the wrist, but Ranma wasn't believing that right now. . . . and ran off with her to who knows who, dragging her along against her will, the vile thief!
Ranma sat back for a second, startled. "Against her will. . . the vile thief?" he asked to himself, "Great! Now I'm starting to sound like that idiot Kuno!"
Throwing the thoughts away, his eyes burned with anger and he punched at the tree. Nevertheless, he was going to get that creep away from Akane! Even if it killed him!
Okay, . . . . it probably wouldn't kill him, but who cares?
Vengeance on his mind, he ran after the two.
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"Mmm. . . . ice creammmm. . . ."
Eyeing the boy licking his ice cream with great enthusiasm and precision, Akane felt a bit disturbed. "Uh. . . Mousse? You know you can get more ice cream? You're starting to scare me with this obsession of yours."
"Mmm-hmm." Mousse looked up for a second before he continued to consume his ice cream.
"I'm serious Mousse," Akane explained, "Although I know you love ice cream- "
"Yes! What about it?!" Mousse exclaimed suddenly.
"Uh. . . .You need to get control of this fixation. . .this _need_ for ice cream! You need help Mousse," she suddenly grasped his arm and squeezed lightly, "You need help!"
Mousse rolled a lazy eye to Akane. "Uh Akane. . . you can cut the melodramatics. I was kidding you know."
Akane's arm grew stiff on his arm as he watched her deftly. She started laughing nervously and jerked her arm back to herself. "Of course, of course!"
Biting off a bit of his ice cream cone, Mousse eyed Akane warily. "Yeah. . . . right. . . ."
Laughing a bit more, Akane cursed in her head. She thought he was serious! A little mad that he had been playing around, she looked to the wall. Suddenly, her eyes widened and she looked surprised. With a growing grin, Akane grabbed a flyer off the wall and looked at it carefully.
"What's up Akane?"
Looking to his questioning face, she reached over and threw a napkin at his face. "Clean up that mess."
He quickly wiped his face. "Now what is it Akane," he asked with a smile.
"Mousse," she said with a grin on her face, "I think we just found a key ingredient in our little revenge game."
She slid the flyer over to him over the table. Still grinning slyly, she watched Mousse grab the flyer and read it.
"Dancing Contest?"
"Get ready to dance, Mousse. Get ready to dance."
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How's THAT for an update! WHEW! That took a chunk out of me. I'm really sorry I haven't been updating lately. I've been so busy and. . . well. . . I've been more busy than I thought.
Well I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Certainly took me long enough. Well BrYtt BRatt I hope that you are understanding why I picked the title and why I've been naming these chapters after dances. Eventually I'll get to the dancing part.
Thank you all who have reviewed. I really appreciate that. That and the reviews that were so encouraging. . . or threatening ^_^. . . . for me to update. Thanx.
Until next time.
Ciao. ^_~
Shadow Knight
Chapter 4: Jive
Disclaimer: NO, I DON'T OWN THE SHOW OR BOOKS!
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There was something stirring in the small town of Nermia. . . . .
All the inhabitants living there felt a cold chill run down their spines, making them suddenly look over their shoulders in fear.
Although there was nothing to be met (unless you were being stalked), everyone in Nermia had something to fear as they went back to their daily chores.
Oh wait. . . or was it just two?
Yes, it was two. Two who would soon face the combined wrath of Ranma and Shampoo.
~
"They totally fell for it Mousse!" Akane laughed as she held her stomach with her arms.
Mousse looked at the giggling girl and snickered to himself. "They certainly did, Akane. They didn't even suspect a thing. Ranma's blinder than me!"
Akane giggled in response. She suddenly stopped and looked at Mousse. With a sly grin on her face, she asked, "Would you like to join me for a treat at our favorite place, my fine gentleman?"
Mousse looked at Akane's outstretched hand, waiting for a companion.
"My treat," she offered with a smile.
Pulling back his lips in a suave grin, the Amazon boy grabbed Akane's hand and shook it slowly. "I think I have to say yes to you on that now, my dear lady."
As they stood there, hands together in the air, they stared at each other, each keeping their cool and charming faces in place. Yet, after a few seconds, Akane's face turned red and she burst out laughing, withdrawing her hand and clutching it over her mouth to quiet her laughter.
"OW!"
Akane suddenly jerked to a stop from her giggling fit and looked down the street. Turning to Mousse, she asked, "What was that?"
Bringing a lip to his fingers, he softly shushed her and cupped his ear. After a few moments he turned his eyes back to her and shrugged his shoulders. "Dunno. But I have to say. . . it sounded all too familiar."
"Yeah," whispered Akane for a moment, putting a finger to her chin, "I can't put my finger on it, but it definitely sounds like someone I know. . . . Oh! Mousse! We better get going to the ice cream parlor if we want to still get some."
Mousse smacked a fist into his open palm. "You're absolutely right! We better run!"
Grabbing Akane's wrist he ran down the street, dragging her along as she tried to keep up with his long strides. Akane forgot how much Mousse actually loved ice cream. He hadn't had it in so long that when he first had it, he instantly became addicted like a person looking for coffee in the morning. There was no way he was going to miss a chance for ice cream.
Sighing at such an odd obsession, she tried to run faster as he continued to pull her down the street.
~
Only a yard away from where they had been standing, a tree trembled and dropped a few leaves. Inside the intricate pattern of branches a young man sat, withdrawing his fist from where he had angrily punched the tree. How dare he even _think_ he could steal Akane from him! . . . Not. . . not that he wanted a dumb tomboy like her!. . .but. . . he wouldn't let that stupid duck win!
"Nobody beats Ranma Saotome in _any_ challenge," he whispered fiercely to himself.
Running his fingers through his ragged bangs, Ranma leaned back against the branch of the tree and peered up at the sky, trying to rewind and think back over what he had heard Akane and Mousse speaking about. . .
*Flashback*
Ranma ran as fast as he could to catch up with Akane and the duck boy after they had left him and Shampoo frozen to their seats. He didn't have to run long to find them. He saw them laughing over something and, looking for the nearest point to hide, leaped into a tree.
He shook the leaves out of his face and tried hard to hear what they were saying. Although he strained his ear, he only caught fragments of what they were saying:
"Would you like to join me for a treat at our favorite place, my- - - - man?"
His jaw dropping in shock, Ranma tried to clean out his ears out after hearing what Akane had said.
It didn't seem to help.
"I- - - - - have - - - - - - - you- - - - - - -now, my dear lady."
Flames were burning around Ranma's form as he heard Mousse. Even though all he heard was choppy sentences. But he didn't realize that.
Suddenly peals of laughter erupted from the two and Ranma forced a branch angrily out of the way in time to see Akane withdraw her hand from Mousse. Unfortunately at that moment the tree decided it was time for revenge and slipped loose from Ranma's fingers, rearing back to smack him in the face.
"OW!"
Rubbing his forehead tenderly where the branch had smacked him, Ranma cursed silently to himself.
"What was that?"
Clamping his mouth shut, Ranma hushed when he heard Akane's inquire. He couldn't let her catch him. . . spying. . . on her. . . . She would think he was a pervert and whack him with that stupid mallet of hers. He shut his eyes tightly, hoping she wouldn't hear his pounding heart.
"Dunno."
Ranma let a whoosh of air release from his lungs as he heard them slowly forget about the noise. Thank goodness duck boy's hearing was as bad as his sight. Nursing his forehead with his hand, Ranma leaned forward and tuned back into their chat. Akane was speaking.
"-like someone I know. . . . Oh! Mousse! We better get going- - - - - - - - - - - - - -if we want to still get some."
Ranma nearly reeled back in surprise. WhAt?! What in the world were they talking about?! His cheeks burned as he leaned foreword and _carefully_ pushed away a branch to look at the two.
"You're absolutely right! We better run!"
With that, Mousse latched possessively onto. . . okay, so maybe he just lightly grabbed Akane by the wrist, but Ranma wasn't believing that right now. . . . and ran off with her to who knows who, dragging her along against her will, the vile thief!
Ranma sat back for a second, startled. "Against her will. . . the vile thief?" he asked to himself, "Great! Now I'm starting to sound like that idiot Kuno!"
Throwing the thoughts away, his eyes burned with anger and he punched at the tree. Nevertheless, he was going to get that creep away from Akane! Even if it killed him!
Okay, . . . . it probably wouldn't kill him, but who cares?
Vengeance on his mind, he ran after the two.
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"Mmm. . . . ice creammmm. . . ."
Eyeing the boy licking his ice cream with great enthusiasm and precision, Akane felt a bit disturbed. "Uh. . . Mousse? You know you can get more ice cream? You're starting to scare me with this obsession of yours."
"Mmm-hmm." Mousse looked up for a second before he continued to consume his ice cream.
"I'm serious Mousse," Akane explained, "Although I know you love ice cream- "
"Yes! What about it?!" Mousse exclaimed suddenly.
"Uh. . . .You need to get control of this fixation. . .this _need_ for ice cream! You need help Mousse," she suddenly grasped his arm and squeezed lightly, "You need help!"
Mousse rolled a lazy eye to Akane. "Uh Akane. . . you can cut the melodramatics. I was kidding you know."
Akane's arm grew stiff on his arm as he watched her deftly. She started laughing nervously and jerked her arm back to herself. "Of course, of course!"
Biting off a bit of his ice cream cone, Mousse eyed Akane warily. "Yeah. . . . right. . . ."
Laughing a bit more, Akane cursed in her head. She thought he was serious! A little mad that he had been playing around, she looked to the wall. Suddenly, her eyes widened and she looked surprised. With a growing grin, Akane grabbed a flyer off the wall and looked at it carefully.
"What's up Akane?"
Looking to his questioning face, she reached over and threw a napkin at his face. "Clean up that mess."
He quickly wiped his face. "Now what is it Akane," he asked with a smile.
"Mousse," she said with a grin on her face, "I think we just found a key ingredient in our little revenge game."
She slid the flyer over to him over the table. Still grinning slyly, she watched Mousse grab the flyer and read it.
"Dancing Contest?"
"Get ready to dance, Mousse. Get ready to dance."
~
How's THAT for an update! WHEW! That took a chunk out of me. I'm really sorry I haven't been updating lately. I've been so busy and. . . well. . . I've been more busy than I thought.
Well I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Certainly took me long enough. Well BrYtt BRatt I hope that you are understanding why I picked the title and why I've been naming these chapters after dances. Eventually I'll get to the dancing part.
Thank you all who have reviewed. I really appreciate that. That and the reviews that were so encouraging. . . or threatening ^_^. . . . for me to update. Thanx.
Until next time.
Ciao. ^_~