Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Personal Assistant to Love ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

Kodachi stared worriedly after Mousse, he'd been polite but distant since Shampoo had severed his only line of communication with her and he hadn't told Kodachi the reason. She already knew and had cautioned Tatewaki about it so that he would know to be sensitive to his feels. “What he's still hung up on that bitch?” he cried in outrage as if Mousse had committed a crime. “I thought by now he'd start to like.......someone else” he finished lamely.

 

“Like who? He doesn't know that many girls yet” Kodachi said.

 

She could have sworn that he looked at her with pity “I don't know how you can be so blind” he said.

 

“What do you mean Tatchi?” she asked.

 

“Let's just say you're both delusional at times” he replied.

 

Mousse threw himself into his work, daily workout routines and school work with a vigor that left him exhausted at the end of the day. He managed to avoid Kodachi's attempts at getting friendly by keeping busy making her birthday plans. He had determined that she although she wasn't a queen in truth, that she was going to have a birthday fit for one. When he wasn't learning what he'd missed in school, he was on the phone planning, coaxing, cajoling and even flirting his way into getting what he wanted. When he wasn't changing the decorations, he was tweaking the menu with the caterers. He wanted everything to be perfect for his......employer he reminded himself. He firmly kept his feet on the ground as to what he was to her. She liked him and had felt sorry enough for him to rescue him from a bad situation, but there wasn't anything else to their relationship.

 

Yet sometimes there was something about the way she looked at him sleepily when he brought her her breakfast. How she looked so cute in her cotton footballs jerseys that she wore to bed, they used to belong to her father and she wore them like some sort of security blanket. Her smile seemed especially wide when Mousse was around. How even a hug from her made him shiver. But, she was his employer and it was time he started acting like it.

 

Kodachi was walking around the ballroom with Mousse as he updated her about the party. “I faxed the final menu the caterers, I advised them not to use any peanut oil as the Raja's son is deathly allergic and they can't guarantee some won't get into his food” he intoned.

 

“Good thinking” she said. “Isn't our ballroom beautiful? It's was based on a ballroom that my great-great-great-uncle saw in Italy and built as a present to his wife. Isn't that romantic?” she gushed.

 

Mousse glanced around; it was constructed entirely of white marble, with lots of columns and was bisected by a fountain with a walkway at one end “it's pretty” he said dismissively, having little to say on the subject of romance at the moment.

 

“She was crippled and couldn't even dance, but she still loved it. He would whirl her around here in his arms” she said. The romance of the ballroom always captured her and made her feel giddy. To her it represented love in its purest form, so many of her family members had married in it, including her parents. The thing about the Kunos' was that they mated for life.

 

“The centerpieces are as you ordered them, however the florists were short of orchids so I got in touch with the orchid society and found a lady willing to sell us what we need” he said.

 

“Good thinking. Mousse why you don't put down that clipboard and I'll tell you their story?” Kodachi said and executed a perfect ballet spin. She smiled at him “you look silly with that thing, all notes can be done on your cell phone” she said.

 

Mousse glanced at her “perhaps later, I still have a lot to do. We haven't even figured out your costume yet” he said. It was a masked ball.

 

“Relax, we've been dealing with the same people for years, they know their jobs and every inch of this place. Your job that night will be to have fun with me” she said.

 

“With you?” he said in surprise.

 

“You're going as my escort” she said.

 

“But that would be unseemly; you certainly wouldn't expect your chef or chauffeur to escort you?” Mousse said with a frown at the impropriety. He regarded the dancing girl; she seemed to be waltzing gracefully with an unseen partner to music in her head.

 

“You certainly can't equate yourself with them; I'm your friend as well as your employer. The other people are staff members who have been with us for years as they like us and we pay them well because they are good at their jobs and we wish to retain their services. I guess I shouldn't have assumed” she said in a sad voice. “You don't have to escort me if you don't want to” she said stopping her capering and giving him a sad look.

 

Mousse instantly felt bad “of course I want to, but don't you wish to be escorted by someone more suited to your station? A lot of important people are coming and I wouldn't want to embarrass you” he said.

 

“I like being with you and I want you to be my date” she said.

 

“Okay” he said reluctantly.

 

“Good, we have to dance the first waltz together” she explained.

 

“I don't know how” Mousse admitted.

 

“It's time you learned then” she said holding her arms out. Mousse stepped into them, unused to holding a girl that close to him. She started by teaching him the basic box step and was delighted when he caught on so fast. Soon they were charging around the dance floor as if they had always been partnered together. It got faster and faster until Mousse started cockily adding his own moves, like dips.

 

“That's not part of the waltz!” Kodachi protested while grinning like a loon.

 

“It is now” Mousse declared “and so it this” he added and looped his arm around waist her and drew her sharply against him. He leaned back and swung her until her their hair whipped about them and mingled. Kodachi laughed and let her feet curl behind her with the momentum. Soon he lowered her to the ground, he still held her close then they were panting slightly from their frantic dancing. She raised her amused face up to his as he was almost a foot taller then her. He caught his breath, her hair was disheveled and her colour high as if she'd been making love. He couldn't stop staring at her pink pout of a mouth and longed to kiss her. He preferred her without the makeup she liked to wear outside of school; her skin was pale and flawless. There was something in her eyes that encouraged him. His head bent forward and she leaned forward, he quickly pulled back.

 

“Thank you for teaching me to waltz” he said with a blush. “I guess we should do the more sedate version for your birthday?”

 

“I kind of liked your version” she said also blushing. Had he been about to kiss her?

 

“We should go choose our costumes” he said awkwardly.

 

“Yes let's, I'll drive” she stated and failing to notice that Mousse didn't look too pleased with this idea.

 

She was like a kid in a candy store as she ran from one rack to another, examining dresses. Mousse was amused by her reaction the costumes, but wasn't surprised by it. He was still down about Shampoo's full rejection of him as even a friend but Kodachi had a nice effect on his black moods. She simply enjoyed life in its entirety and had a zest for it that was infectious.

 

“Mousse what are you going to dress up as?” she finally asked him.

 

“I don't know; a vampire or something I guess” he said, having never been to a costume party before.

 

Kodachi screwed up her face “I don't think I want to wear a white negligee and pretend to be a vampire bride. Can't you think of other matching costumes that are a bit more elaborate?” she asked.

 

“We have to match?” the clueless boy asked.

 

“Of course coordinating your costume with your escort is half the fun” she said, “now let's chose a bunch of costumes at random that match and try them on at the same time” she suggested and they did. They had their dressing rooms side by side and would call out a theme and put the costume on. Mousse was amused when he stepped out wearing a superman costume. She peeked out and narrowed her eyes in appreciation of it and then swung the curtain back and stepped out as Wonder Woman. Mouse groaned, “Diane Prince the Amazon, very funny” he said dryly.

 

“I'm not sure about a long haired Superman” she said doubtfully.

 

“Time to change” they said at the same time.

 

Mousse came out in a loud green zoot suit and leaned against the wall to wait for her. “I found it!” Kodachi said excitedly.

 

“You going to be my gangster's moll?” he asked.

 

“No this is perfect” she said and came out in a yellow and red fat clown outfit, with exaggerated breasts, a mask and huge shoes. Mousse had one look at her and cracked up, she smiled back it was the first real laugh that she'd heard from him in days.

 

“Lovely Dachi-chan, am I going a Pagliacci?” he asked.

 

“No, time to change” she said.

 

Mousse pulled on a semi-medieval prince costume that included a black cape, a red crushed velvet surcoat and with a silver belt, black leggings, tall black boots and a plain silver crown topped his dark fall of hair. He studied himself in the mirror and thought he would never be anyone's idea of a prince. “I'm ready” he said pulling aside the curtain. He caught his breath at the sight of Kodachi; she wore a sumptuous red velvet gown that matched his surcoat. It was strapless and had a hoopskirt that swept the floor. Her long black hair was topped with a red crystal tiara and she looked incredible. She caught her breath at the sight of Mousse as well. “I think we found our costumes” she said softly.

 

“I agree” he said drinking in her beauty. He looked at her shyly and that's when she realized that she was in love with Mousse.

 

The next morning Kuno left his room earlier then usual, when he encountered a Chinese Amazon in his hallway, that is to say his Japanese sister in Chinese clothing. He took in the hot pink Chinese outfit of Capri pants and tight shirt, how Kodachi had arranged her hair with two buns on either side while the rest cascaded down her back and how two forward sweeping parts were fastened at the ends with bells.........and dragged her into the first empty room her could find before someone saw her.

 

“Are you out of your cotton picking mind?” he demanded, his more fanciful expressions deserting him in his shock at how she was dressed.

 

“I know that Mousse likes girls who dress like this” she said blushing.

 

“He likes a girl who happens to dress like that. If you were to show up looking like that it would just make him sad. How would you have liked it if I showed up with Mousse on the eve of Ranma's wedding and had dressed him like Ranma and braided his hair and told you he was your new Ranma?”

 

“I wouldn't like it” she said softly.

 

“Then you see what I mean?” he said.

 

“I want him to like me” she said softly.

 

“You're a gorgeous heiress, what's not to like?” he asked.

 

“So that's why you think people like me, because I'm rich? No one could possibly find me charming or a good conversationalist!” she thundered at him.

 

“I didn't mean that” he cried.

 

“That's what you just said” she screamed.

 

Kuno rubbed his face in exasperation “look I'm getting sick of dealing with you and Mousse, how he mopes around with a sad face and how you're always throwing yourself at him. Solve your own problems; I'm sick of living a teenage romance novel! I'm going to school” he snapped and left.

 

Kodachi sadly returned to her room and undid and combed out her hair and threw the Chinese outfit in the garbage. She put her hair into her customary side braid and put on her regular uniform. She wished that Mousse would pull his head out of his ass and look at her.....really look at her not as a friend, but as the girl for him.

 

Kuno was still mad when he got to school, so much so that he barely even noticed Nabiki. He sat down to put on his slippers and heard “Hi Kuno-baby”

 

“Hi Nabiki” he said, too annoyed to really want to deal with even her at the moment.

 

“So where are you going to college next year?” she said conversationally.

 

“I got a scholarship to Tokyo U” he replied.

 

“Oh they give scholarships to people who can afford to pay these days?” she said facetiously.

 

Still annoyed he stood up so that he towered over her “for your information I got that scholarship because I studied my ass off and I deserve it. Unlike you who are a natural genius, I work hard for my marks. Nothing just falls into my lap. Who are you to judge me? You think just because I have wealth on my side that that protects me from the world? I have problems, flaws and can get physically and emotionally harmed just like everyone else! You think I don't know what people say about me and imply about my sister? How would you like to be only eighteen and responsible for making decisions about my estate that could effect hundreds of people's lives? It's no picnic. Think about that while you swindle money from people!” he snapped at her.

 

Nabiki could only blink in surprise that Kuno of all people was putting her in her place. It was odd......and kind of turned her on. She wondered when he'd become so manly. He turned to leave but she put a hand on his arm to stop him. “Please, I'm sorry. You're right; I have no right to judge you. I ask that you accept my apology. How can I make it up to you?” she asked him.

 

Where she touched him tingled and he searched her big brown eyes to see if she was being serious. She looked contrite; she was. “I lack an escort for my sister's seventeenth birthday party, I don't suppose.....?” he asked, certain she would say no.

 

“Let's see your parties are considered to be the swankiest events of the year and invitations are priced above jewels. Of course I'll go!” she said enthusiastically, this caused the kenodist's cheeks to turn pink.

 

“Y-you will?” he stammered. “It's a costume party and I doubt that there's that many left to be rented at any store in town. Do you already own a costume that might be appropriate”

 

“I can wear my mother's old wedding dress. Do you own a tux?” she asked.

 

“Yes several” he stammered.

 

“Good that settles the costumes” she said, “now come on or we'll be late for history” she said.

 

Kuno was blushing; he had a date with Nabiki. “Could I carry your books to class?” he asked.

 

“Knock yourself out” she said smiling and handing them to him.

 

Mousse was dreaming; he had wet dreams, more like domestic dreams. This one was rather board lined on both though.

 

“Hi darling” Kodachi said when she got home. She accepted a glass of wine from him and sipped it. She wore a tailored black power suit with a grey satin blouse beneath that tied into a floppy bow at her neck. She was a little curvier than normal and looked to be about twenty five. Her long luxurious hair was gathered back into a tight bun. She took off her jacket and undid the bow at her throat. “What a long day, nice to be home” she commented.

 

“I know the feeling” he said placing his arms around her and hugging her from behind. She rested her hand on his upper arm and he saw a wedding ring there. Looking at his own hand, he saw a matching one. He looked in the mirror and saw that he also wore a suit, but his tie as undone and hung loose. His hair was back in a ponytail and he looked to be about the same age as her. “I know how I can make you relax” he purred into her ear and carefully removed her hairpins until her hair cascaded down to her hips as it was the same length as his own. He stroked his fingers through the midnight silk until she was practically purring.

 

She turned in his arms and with mischief in her gray eyes, took the hairtie from his own until it fell in an ebony silk fall down his back. She pulled him forward and kissed him long and hungrily. He smiled against her lips and started to undo her blouse.

 

“Now, we can't, they might find us” she protested, but didn't complain when her blouse slopped to the floor, in fact she pushed off his suit jacket and started undoing his own button. He kissed her, undid her skirt and pushed it down. She wore gunmetal grey lace panties and a matching bra. She moaned when he placed his hands on her firm rear and lightly squeezed the flesh there. Her body was firm and wonderful, her skin was like silk. Her only flaw was the scar on her bikini line where they had had to do an emergency c-section as their daughter's head turned out to be too large for her narrow channel. In Mousse's dream this gave him pause; his dreams were never that detailed.

 

His shirt joined hers and then he spun her around so that her hands rested on their dresser. “Don't move” he breathed into her ear. He unhooked her bra and pushed it off of her to caress her firm mounds of and diamond point nipples until she was quivering. Then slipped her panties off and swirled his tongue around her shell pink interior, exciting her sensitive flesh and teasing her. He stopped just on the brink of her orgasm and pushed down his pants to stab himself inside her glorious body. He gasped when she hugged and milked him, she felt so perfect, as if designed for him alone. She moaned when he filled her, his fingers replaced his tongue on her clit as he feathered kisses onto her slender neck. He moved in her in a way that both aroused and intoxicated her, until her first orgasm hit her with the force of an avalanche. She came with a muffled scream against his lips. The sleeping virginal Mousse got a nosebleed at how real the dream felt.

 

They continued to until their door swung open, Mousse looked to find a young brunette boy with his features and gray eyes holding a toddler who looked remarkably like Kodachi, except she had green eyes, standing there. “Daddy Chika's thirsty. What are you doing to Mommy?” he asked.

 

Mousse sat up in bed, boggled at how real the dream had been. But he didn't understand the meaning of it. He'd only ever had dreams like this about Shampoo and they had never been so vividly realistic.