Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Personal Assistant to Love ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Mousse woke up feeling really refreshed and energetic, he was used to sleeping on a lumpy futon that he suspected that Shampoo and Cologne had fished out of the garbage when he came to live with them. He looked around the luxuriously appointed room and allowed himself a moment of awe before literally flipping out of bed to the large dresser that contained his meager wardrobe. Fishing out a fresh pair of boxers, he hastily donned them and gave a sheepish wave to all corners of the room, less anyone was watching him. With the fluid grace of a dancer he paced thorough the katas that he always used for stretching in the mornings. Once done that he pulled on his jogging shorts and a t-shirt to jog a few miles as was his custom, not knowing the grounds very well he stuck to the streets. He felt oddly like he was being watched even then. He put it down to paranoia; after all, he appeared to be invisible in Nerima despite his distinctive Chinese robes.

 

He was being watched. Both Kunos liked to appear to sleep in as long as possible to their staff but in fact, like Mousse, they were normally up with the birds. Tatewaki Kuno liked to do slow movement tai chi in the mornings to relax himself Zen-wise while Kodachi did ballet stretching at the bar in her room. Both were watching Mousse go about his morning routine, Kodachi was much more interest than Tatewaki. Mousse, she thought had a body that would put a Greek god on shame and seemed to be carved out of white marble. Whereas Kuno thought that his sense of balance was quite good and he would make a decent kendoist with the proper training....before changing the channel to watch Nabiki getting ready for school.

 

“Good morning Lovely” he said as the bob-haired girl combed out her sleep rumpled hair. He got a nosebleed when she slowly slipped out of her short pajamas and padded naked around her room to retrieve her underclothes. She slipping into a yellow lace bra and panty set that set off her tanned skin and tennis toned body. As if doing a reverse striptease, she slipped into her school uniform with largely exaggerated moves. She took one final look in the mirror before departing her room; Kuno paused to think `was her glance flirtatious?”

 

Kodachi noticed while Mousse jogged (she was that wired up) that he didn't put is hair back but allowed it to stream after him like a black silk banner, this drew some admiring stares from girls on their way to school. She'd noticed that all the males surrounding Ranma were rather attractive, but had always thought Mousse kind of skinny. Not so, his was more a swimmer's build then the traditional weight lifting body like Ranma's and Ryoga's. He was tall and graceful with delicate features and large, expressive eyes.

 

Mousse finished his run and returned to his room for a quick shower and change of clothing before beginning his first day as PA to Kodachi. He was nervous and wished that he had other clothes to wear as he slipped into his robe and pants and quickly brushed his hair before departing for the kitchen to pick up her breakfast. “This is all she eats for breakfast?” he said in shock to the Kuno's chef, Monsieur Moreau.

 

“Oui Miz Kodachi eats un oeuf blanche white omelet with un slice of dry whole wheat toast” he explained.

 

“Wow that's not very much” Mousse mused.

 

“Iz what Mademoiselle order, I just prepare” he said with a shrug.

 

Kodachi saw Mousse heading leaving the kitchen and hastily pulled off her leotard and donned her sleep attire again. She dived under the covers just as he knocked at the door. “Who is it?” she said in a groggy sounding voice as if asleep.

 

“It's me, Mousse here with your breakfast Miss Kodachi” he said.

 

“Do come in” she said sitting up in bed. He set the tray down, opened the door and picked it up again.

 

He blushed at how intimate the setting was as he carefully placed it into the sleepy looking, but surprisingly well groomed girl's lap. “I'll leave you to get ready for school Miss Kodachi” he said with a bow and hoped he didn't appear like an idiot to her.

 

“Just call me Kodachi” she said in amusement.

 

“That would be unseemly, the rest of the staff seems to call you Miss Kodachi” Mousse protested.

 

“You're going be doing things for me that a husband would refuse to do, just call me Kodachi” she said in amusement. On inspiration she said “no call me Dachi-chan” she suggested, she loved the nickname and no one had called her it in years. Their father had call Tatewaki, Tatchi and herself, Dachi-chan.

 

“I don't think that would be appropriate in the least” Mousse said flabbergasted. “It's far too familiar a name for me as your employee to call you”

 

“Hey we're friends right? Tell you what, you call me Dachi-chan in private or I'll call you Mu-chan all the time” she threatened with a grin.

 

Mousse cracked up, he couldn't believe how different she seemed in private from the normally eccentric girl that he'd known. “It's a deal Miss......Dachi-chan” he said. She sat up and he was surprised to see that rather than her wearing a frilly nightgown, she had on a cotton football jersey that read “The Greenbay Packers.” With gusto she pulled off the lid and dug into her meager breakfast.

 

Noticing Mousse was still watching her, “is there something wrong Mu Tzu?” she asked.

 

“It's not my place to say, but it doesn't look like much of a breakfast” he said.

 

She rolled her large gray eyes to regard him “relax; I don't have an eating disorder. I eat quite a bit during the day but am never hungry in the morning and just force something down” she explained.

 

Mousse sagged with relief “I'm glad, I didn't mean to pry” he said.

 

“It's okay, go have your own breakfast and meet me in the garage in half an hour” she said.

 

“Certainly Miss.....Dachi-chan” he corrected himself at her sharp look of amusement. She collapsed on the bed in giggles; Mu Tzu was so cute when he was flustered!

 

Mousse walked down the hall and got curious when he heard someone talking. He paused in the door of Kuno's room to find the large kendoist talking to himself in the mirror. He wondered briefly that the book propped open beside him, was a book of poetic quotes. Curious, he listened to what the other boy was saying. He stood before a mirror and seemed to be rehearsing something. “Hello my deviant goddess of delight, would you care to partake of a meal prepared by my personal chef. His viands taste of heaven. No too flowery” he said with a frown. “Yo I was wonder if ya wanta have dinner with me? Too Ranma like” Kuno concluded and tried again. “I was wondering dearest, if you would care to come to my mansion so that you might dine in a manner befitting yourself. Too snobbish” he said with a groan.

 

“Why not just ask her to dinner in your normal tone of voice? Chances are if she already likes you, she'll say yes” Mousse could help suggesting.

 

Kuno blushed that's he'd been overheard, “how long have you been there?” he asked.

 

“Long enough to find out that you have a deviant goddess of delight” Mousse replied in amusement.

 

“Okay, there's this girl I like” he said burying his head in his hands. “She's a strange choice for me but I can't get her out of my head” he said with a groan.

 

“Again, let her get to know the real you. No offense intended, but wearing a polyester uniform, carrying around a stick and spouting poetry hasn't seemed to have worked for you so far” Mousse pointed out.

 

“I guess that I could try another approach” Kuno said with a frown and looked at his customary clothing. Even he had to admit that he was getting a little old to constantly be wearing his uniform. He was a senior after all and would be graduating soon. Perhaps it was time to try a new look after sticking to his uniform for so many years?

 

“You do that” Mousse said.

 

“Bye the way, I'm sorry that you think that my uniform makes me look like an idiot, my hair naturally like this and I am not gay or in the least bit bisexual” Kuno said in nearly flawless English and smirked at Mousse's stricken look, he laughingly gestured for him to leave . He pulled out his old school uniform and put it on; it was a little tight but still fit him. He drew many admiring glances as he walked through the halls that day and could have sworn that Nabiki's eyes narrowed in appreciation to see him.

 

Mousse had his breakfast in the kitchen at a hurried pace and then met Kodachi at her `garage' which was huge and full of vintage cars. “About time” she commented as she slid behind the wheel of a black Porsche convertible. She wasn't dressed how she normally was; she wore a black knee length skirt, mid calf black leather boots and a white tank top with her hair loose.

 

“You drive? I thought that the legal age to get your license was eighteen?” Mousse asked in confusion.

 

Kodachi put on her sunglasses “it is here, but not in California where I sat my test. I got special a permit allowing me to use it here. It pays to have connections. My brother has his license to. How'd you think we get around so fast?” she said. “Now get in, we have a lot of things to do and people for you to meet. You're going to be in charge of planning my seventeenth birthday party” she stated and they roared off. Mousse white knuckled while the small car tore up the roar. Kodachi weaved in an out of traffic as if she were a professional race car driver. They made a nice sight as their dark hair whipped and mingled behind them.

 

“Shouldn't you be in school?” Mousse asked nervously. Not liking that the suspiciously normal-acting gymnastic was a speed demon. “Keep your eyes on the road” he shrieked when she turned to him conversationally.

 

“Relax, I'm a great driver” she said in amusement. “I took the day off so that I could introduce you to the people you're going to be dealing with on a regular basis. It's easier if I go with you the first time, a teenaged boy walking in and claiming to be my PA isn't going to be believed otherwise” she explained.

 

To Mousse the afternoon was a blur of expensive stores, spas, florist shops, seamstresses and various other places he couldn't even identify. Everywhere they went people fussed over Kodachi and were introduced to Mousse until he was struggling to keep all of their names straight. He mentioned this to Kodachi and she explained that the contact people were already in his cell phone, he would just have to call them and they would drop everything that they were doing to assist him; they always did when it involved a Kuno. Mousse finally was starting to realize just how powerful a family they were. From the outside they seemed to be three (fairly) harmless eccentrics living their own delusions, this didn't seem to be the case. “Now what?” Mousse asked.

 

“We're going to see my optometrist” she replied. Her optometrist turned out to be a Caucasian man named Dr. Hart, who looked a lot like Santa Claus.

 

“Miss Kodachi how's my favourite patient?” he said fondly with the familiarity of someone who'd known her from childhood.

 

“Just fine, I'm wondering if you're up to performing miracles today?” she asked.

 

“I can try, is this the young man that you told me about?” he asked her, indicating towards Mousse.

 

Mousse could only say “huh?”

 

Kodachi leaned over and carefully took off his glasses, “this appointment's for you. We need to get you better glasses, you're too cute to look so geeky” she explained to him.

 

Mousse blushed “but I can't afford this” he said frantically.

 

“It's covered by your benefits, you have medical, dental, two weeks paid vacation and a two weeks worth of sick days, as well as extended coverage for medical. I'll just have transmit your card information to the insurance company and then I'll get a cheque to reimburse me for the money I spent today” she explained. She handed Dr. Hart his glasses.

 

“Wow, it's amazing you're not blind” he said, peering at the coke bottle glasses “have you ever considered laser surgery?” he asked him.

 

“I-I can't afford that” he stammered, feeling overwhelmed at Kodachi's generosity.

 

“That's the next step, please examine him and arrange for the clinic evaluation” Kodachi said.

 

“Why are you doing this?” he asked her, not used to people being so kind to him.

 

“You need new glasses, I can't have my PA talking to fountains and statutes instead of the people I need you to” she said with a laugh and Mousse allowed the doctor to examine his eyes.

 

“He has the worst eyesight I've ever seen, but with plastic lenses instead of his glass ones, he'll be able to see a lot better. They can be made to go with any frame I have on display, you just have to pick one” he said, indicating to his walls.

 

“Come on, time for us to have fun” Kodachi declared.

 

“I can't let you do this, it's too much” Mousse said faintly.

 

“I think its time to show him the picture that I won't let you display” she said to Dr. Hart.

 

“Certainly, I hung it in the closet of my office. If you'll come this way” he said and pulled open the closet door.

 

Mousse gasped to see a young girl, whom he recognized as being Kodachi, wearing a pair of thick glasses that rivaled his own!

 

“I was twelve when that was taken; I was born premature and had horrible eyesight as result. Laser surgery changed my life” she explained. “Let's just say that I understand what its like to be nearly t blind. I want to give you the opportunity to rid yourself of this handicap forever” she said sincerely. “Please let me help you” she implored him so sweetly that Mousse felt the prickle of grateful tears.

 

“Let's go find me some frames” he said blinking rapidly.

 

They argued over Mousse's choices as he simply was clueless when it came to what made him look good. Dr. Hart was amused at how they bickered and finally pulled out a pair of thin black frames. “Try on these, they normally go well with your shape of face” he suggested.

 

Mousse humored him and slipped them on; he turned to Kodachi and said “well?” expecting a Buddy Holly comment, instead she just gaped at him. Mousse's glasses normally hid his best feature, his large green eyes but with the new subtle dark frames, they were showcased. He looked intelligent, but not geeky with the new frames and they brought out his delicate features rather then detracted from them; on a whole he looked gorgeous. “Those are the ones” she said.

 

Mousse looked at himself in the mirror but could only squint at the blurry image, trusting her, he said “we'll take them”

 

“Good, I can have them ready in an hour” Dr. Hart said.

 

“That's fine, it gives us enough time to complete our final errand” Kodachi said towing Mousse away.

 

Their next stop was a uniform shop “we need a Furinkan High school male uniform” she said to the sales girl as she pushed him ahead of her.

 

“Is it for your brother?” Mousse asked in surprised.

 

“No it's for you. You're going to my father's high school” she proclaimed.

 

“But how can I do my job if I'm at school?” he protested.

 

“We'll have the same school hours; you'll have the mornings, the evenings, your lunch hour and breaks between your classes to make phone calls in. You can make your appointments then. Honestly, were you planning on watching soap operas like a middle aged housewife while I was at school? You need a proper education or your resume is going to read: waiter, knife throwing duck and PA” she said sternly.

 

“I should work instead” he said stubbornly.

 

“You'll be working your fingers to the bone, I'm a stern taskmistress. One of the conditions of your employment is that you have go to school” she snapped back at him.

 

“I guess so” he said reluctantly. He walked out of there wearing a uniform, totally oblivious to the admiring glances that Kodachi found herself giving him. He looked good in the western style clothes she decided. They returned Dr. Hart's office and he put on his new glasses.

 

“Well?” he asked in amusement, he could see perfectly, he realized how cute Kodachi was.

 

“You look amazing” she breathed and he did.

 

“Thank you Dachi-chan” he said shyly and she blushed too. Suddenly Ranma seemed a million miles away and Shampoo a vague thought for Mousse.

 

Aoi Megumi was Kodachi's rival for president of their gymnastic club and the second most popular girl in school, Kodachi being the first. They'd been rivals for years. She was a beautiful petite girl with large, dark eyes and an hour glass figure, chestnut coloured hair that spilled down her back in waves. Her eyes narrowed when she spotted Kodachi walking with a tall, gorgeous stranger wearing a school uniform. They were chatting companionably and walked towards a black Porsche. He held the door open for her and then got into the passenger seat; he seemed to say something that made her laugh and she threw her head back and tore out of the parking lot.

 

`Well what have we here?' she thought, determined to find out who Kodachi's mystery man was.