Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Personal Assistant to Love ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

Mousse was amused when Kuno kept on walking back and forth in front of his office, the place was a little warm so he had the door open. “Kuno you want to stop dancing around and come inside?” he called to him. Kuno hesitated and then stepped over the threshold. “Something you want to talk about?” Mousse asked him.

 

Kuno rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously, “I hope you don't mind if I ask your advice, I don't have a lot of male friends that I'm close to to discuss the nature of women and relationships,” he said with a blush.

 

Mousse closed the book in front of him. “Seeing how my track record includes a fourteen year infatuation with the same woman who probably would have rather buried me rather than marry me; I don't know how much help I can be. But I'm willing to give you what advice I can,” he said bluntly.

 

“You know that there's this girl I like, well I asked her to Kodachi's party and she accepted,” Kuno said.

 

“Good! About time you got around to asking Nabiki out,” Mousse commented.

 

“H-how did you know it was Nabiki?” Kuno asked with a blush.

 

Mousse cocked his head at him. “I wasn't sure at first, but when she's around, you look at her like this,” he said and opened his eyes really wide and made a sappy grin.

 

“I do not!” Kuno fumed.

 

“Yes you do. I shouldn't have been too surprised, she was the one you rescued on Toma's island after all,” Mousse said.

 

“I never thought about that, its true I was looking for Akane or The Pig--Ranma first, but I saw her there and something told me to stop. Mind you it was more like she rescued me when she threw the bone to the dog-man” Kuno said, smiling at the memory. “Why do I like her?” he asked.

 

“She's smart, good looking, sexy and charming in her own way. She's the sort of girl who would stabilize your family's.......thing. She'd make a much better match for you than Akane or Ranma would have. Especially Ranma,” Mousse said in amusement.

 

“I'm hopeless at talking to girls, I get nervous and start quoting poetry as I've memorized too damn much of it,” Kuno admitted.

 

“She knows that about you already and you know how to talk to her. You've known her since you were what, twelve or so?” Mousse asked. Kuno nodded. “Then ask her about herself, get to know her beyond picking her brain about other girls you've liked in the past. You have both wit and charm on your side and have been taught from birth how to work a room, use that,” Mousse advised him.

 

Kuno suddenly felt more confident; the real him was insecure when it came to relationships and he normally hid that. “Thanks Mousse, I feel better after talking to you. Could you have my knight costume sent to Ranma? I believe that you reserved a woman's medieval costume for me in-case I found a date, send that to Akane. I was too embarrassed to admit that I had a matching costume reserved for a date that I didn't have yet and Nabiki wishes for us to go as an occidental bride and groom,” he explained.

 

“Already planning to propose to her?' Mousse said with a straight face and got a blush in response. “You invited Ranma and Akane; I thought that your party guests were mainly celebrities and other important people?” Mousse inquired.

 

“We invite our friends too. Ukyou's also coming. It's what makes these things bearable,” Kuno explained. “Mousse you're a good man, you really should give Kodachi a chance,” he said giving him a clap on the shoulder and departing.

 

Mousse could only stare after him wondering what he'd meant. The dreams that he had had about him being married to Kodachi in the future hadn't stopped, in fact he had one every night about his future life. Slowly he learned details about his marriage. He and Kodachi were twenty five old in his dreams and their children were Chika, who was two years old and Kenji, who was five years old. Kodachi was now Dr. Mu, doctor of chemistry who was trying to find a cure for cancer. She worked hard in her lab and if anyone would find the cure, it would be her.

 

As for Mousse, he had gone into computer engineering and graduated with a full degree and plenty of job offers. He had chosen a lucrative position at a computer design company and had eventually left to start his own company called Lucky Duck. It wasn't as popular as some of the other labels, but surpassed them all technology wise. He also had saw a niche market for just a good, solid easy to use computer and made that. Those he donated to homeless shelters, prisons, libraries and old age homes by the thousands. The computer chassis were constructed of hard materials that could take a beating and keep on ticking. He had started out in the lab with everyone else, but eventually had become CEO. He was known as being a nice man who would still take his own service calls when needed.

 

Mousse was relieved that all of his dreams didn't include them having sex a skill level he doubted he would ever achieve, although they couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other. Some of the dreams were just about them talking or taking care of the kids. They seemed to be wildly in love and their children were happy and well adjusted. Mousse had no idea what it meant. Girls like Kodachi who were born to wealth and privilege, would seek another who was the same. They certainly wouldn't choose a broke ass gaijin from a backwater village as a husband. Like seeks like, the Mousse's of the world were bound to marry the maids or waitresses. Or whomever his mother would pick if he waited too long to find his own wife. He could picture what would happen to Kodachi; she would have a wild time in college, become a international jetsetter in her early twenties and perhaps make a bad marriage that caused scandal, which had to be hushed up. She would mature and meet a rich and powerful man and become his devoted wife; that's how her life was meant to be. Still the dreams seemed so real...

 

Kodachi was getting impatient trying to get Mousse's attention, she tried dressing more sexy with miniskirts and low cut blouses and he never seemed to notice. She was wondering if she would have to tie him up with her ribbon. Feeling desperate she resorted to drastic measures she had seen in a movie once.

 

Mousse gulped when he got home to find Kodachi grilling sausages by the pool, she wore a pair of black short shorts so brief that her lower ass cheeks were exposed and a short paint on black shirt that show a drenched pink cat on the front that was licking its lips provocatively. Mousse would hardly have classified himself a genius when it came to interpreting what t-shirt pictures were supposed to mean, but this one was pretty clear.

 

“H-hi Dachi-chan, did you give your chef the night off?” he stammered, he could feel himself reacting to her, as he had been a lot lately, he blamed the dreams for this. He, causally as he could, arranged the book he was carrying over his groin.

 

“No I just felt like grilling, would you like a sausage?” she asked and as suggestively as she could, picked one up and took a bite out of the tip. She smiled sexily when it burnt her tongue.

 

Mousse repressed a strangled moan as he hardened in his boxers at this display. “Sure I love barbecue, let me go get the condiments” he said brightly and hurried away. Kodachi slumped in defeat and removed her outer layer of clothing for round two. He stopped in the first washroom that he could find, and opened his pants. “No one wants to see you,” he said to his dick and wondered what Kodachi was playing at. `Perhaps she got cast in a play as a sex kitten and is practicing?' he thought, but couldn't remember her auditioning for any play and doubted an all girl's school would choose to perform anything racy. Once under control, he got what he needed from the kitchen and returned to where she was.

 

“I got ketchup, relish and three types of mustard as I don't know what type you like, plus I diced some tomatoes and onions and sliced some pickl...” he made a muffled eeping sound at the sight of her mainly nude bottom. She turned around to show that she had on a really tiny low-rise bikini. It was black with red cherry print, it was little more than string and a bundle of tiny triangles. It just managed to cover a bit of her mostly exposed bottom, her pubic region and pretty much just the nipples of her breasts, leaving almost the entirety of her firm, young breasts exposed. Mousse couldn't stop staring at her, it was all he could do not to seize her and `imitate' his dreams.

 

“I like white wine Dijon mustard” she said innocently, happy she'd finally gotten a reaction out of him.

 

Mousse turned his back on her and put two sausages in buns, “how do you like your sausage?” he said shakily.

 

“Long and hot” she whispered into his ear, causing him to jump. “You like relish, ketchup and extra pickles, allow me to fix it for you” she said and bent over the table.

 

Mousse quickly averted his eyes from her toned bottom, he'd already noticed that she had an exceptional figure, her long limbs, her taut belly, her breasts a tad full for her frame and her hips a tad slender, but still beautiful. `Perhaps that's why she had problems with Chika?' he thought and blushed.

 

She sat down in a lounge chair and put on her sunglasses. “Aren't you going to have a seat?” she asked. Mousse went to sit in the chair beside her. “No here,” she said indicating her own chair and lifted her legs. Mousse gulped sat down gingerly, he took a bite of his sausage nervously.

 

“Is it good?” she purred at him when she draped her long legs over him, trailing her toes suggestively around his groin area.

 

“Very good,” he stammered.

 

“Do you think I need to work on my thighs, I feel I should have more definition on them,” she said and spread her legs slightly. “Feel them and see what you think” she all but commanded him.

 

Mousse set down his plates and did a neutral squeeze on one, but that drew attention to the fact that her labia thrust right through the tight suit, he could see where it divided and the suit itself seemed to look kind of...damp there. If she had any pubic hair, he failed to spot it. He quickly averted his eyes and stood up. “You have nice definition on your thighs; they are perfectly in proportion to the rest of your body. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll eat the rest of my sausage while I do homework. If you want to bring me your math homework later, I can check over your figure...figures for you” he said and all but ran out of there.

 

Kodachi groaned in frustration and defeat, she swiveled her head when she heard the sound of someone clapping. “Excellent performance, sister dear. I see that we now have graduated from romance novel to teen romance movie? I loved the bit where he ran away. Kodachi what do you think you're doing?” Kuno asked her.

 

She bit her lower lip against the tears “Shampoo's a sexy woman who used her body to try and get what she wanted. I thought that he liked that,” she explained.

 

“She did that to Ranma and never Mousse. I couldn't see him going for a girl who acts like a tramp. Do you love him? You only ever go to these extremes when you're in love,” he said.

 

“Yes and he treats me like I'm his sister” she said bitterly.

 

“He's recently been exposed to what his ideal woman is really like. You said yourself that he's hurting and nervous. Give him more time,” he suggested.

 

“You don't understand what it's like. Girls stare at him wherever we go. He told me that some of the girls at school have been giving him presents and making lunches for him. How long before he meets someone else and overlooks me altogether? You know Mousse, he'll devote himself entirely to that person,” she said with her lips trembling, “I know that you think little of my choice of people to fall in love with, but I do love him,” she sobbed.

 

“It's time I tell you the true nature of the one who left you when you were fourteen” Kuno said gravely after he made her change, he told her how she'd been taken for a ride by a professional gigolo. “Why didn't you tell me?” she asked in a tiny voice.

 

“I didn't want you to be upset that he wasn't genuine. I would approve of anyone that you love as long as he's genuinely in love with you. I want you to understand that, you don't need to catch a prince or prime minister just because you're a Kuno, find someone you love” Kuno said feeling close to her for the first time in a long time. “How come you could declare your love so easily for Ranma and clam up around Mousse?”

 

“I think he's the one,” she said, knowing he would understand.

 

“As in the Kuno sort of the one, how Father knew the minute he was meant to be with Mother?” Kuno said.

 

“Yes, so I don't know how to tell him. It's so overwhelming and I find myself acting more stupid around him by the minute,” she said with her eyes huge.

 

“You'll figure it out,” he assured her and gave her a hug. “I guess Mrs. Kodachi Mu is a nice married name,” he mused and she blushed.

 

“Do you love someone?” she asked.

 

“Yes but it's not like before, I think I have a chance with her” he admitted with a blush.

 

He was surprised when she hugged him “You're a good brother. I hope she's good enough for you” she said and went to knock on Mousse's door. He looked at her, relieved that she wore a pair of pleated black shorts and an orange cap sleeved t-shirt. “I brought my homework” she said.

 

“Well let's see what going on in the world of math” Mousse said, he was a whiz with numbers and Kodachi was kind of average.

 

“See you forgot about the three” he commented.

 

“Okay I see what you mean” she said.

 

He felt comfortable around her now that she was being just her normal self and not the sex kitten; it kind of felt how it did in his dreams.

 

“Kodachi, do the names Chika and Kenji mean anything to you?” he asked her.

 

“How did you know about Chika and Kenji?” she asked in alarm.

 

“They're names I just heard somewhere” Mousse said, confused by how surprised she seemed.

 

“My brother must have told you that those are the names that I picked for my future children, I hope to have a boy and a girl” she said. “Chika means `scattered flowers', isn't that cute?” she said. Mousse could only stare back at her and wondered what it meant.