Dancing in the Dark
Shadow Knight
Chapter 1: Momba
Disclaimer: Nope.
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"Why stupid duck boy follow Shampoo? Why not leave alone?!"
Angrily tucking a strand a lavender hair behind her ear, Shampoo sighed with exasperation. Narrowing her eyes dangerously, she tightened her fist beside her. A tic was beginning to form above her left eye.
"Because beautiful. . ."
Why did she even ask?
". . . . .most wonderful. . . ."
She already knew the answer.
"darling Shampoo, I. . . ."
Shampoo rushed forward with her fist, an annoyed yell coming from her.
"love-urk!"
The Amazon boy was slugged down as Shampoo sucker punched him in the jaw. Falling sluggishly to the pavement below, Shampoo brushed her hands off with a grin. That should keep him from bugging her for a while. For a moment, she stared at him and then frowned in disgust. "Why can Mousse no get it in head that Shampoo no like you?!"
There was no reply of course.
She sighed and started walking away, picking up the carton with the steaming ramen bowls inside. I wonder, Shampoo thought for a moment with sudden interest, why does he continue to chase after me when I tell him that I don't love him? After a moment, she shrugged. He was a foolish duck boy, was there needed an excuse?
With that, she continued her way, whistling as she went. She didn't notice as Mousse watched her go.
~
Mousse stood up silently and brushed off his robes after he saw Shampoo turn around the corner. Adjusting his glasses on his face, he sighed slowly. When was he ever going to make Shampoo understand?
"Got shot down again, Mousse?"
As he heard the soft, feminine voice behind him, he detected a slight bit of mirth in her voice. Yet, as he wiped his eyes in a slightly agitated gesture, he didn't need to turn around to see who it was. Although he wasn't irritated at the girl, he felt his voice come out a bit sharp.
"Yes indeed. . . Akane Tendo."
Turning on his heel, he peered through his thick glasses and saw Akane's amber colored eyes narrowed critically as she crossed her arms across her chest in a stern manner. She glared at him coolly and Mousse felt a small gulp at the back of his throat. Maybe he shouldn't have been so bitter towards her. . . .
"Well Mousse, you needn't be so harsh. I was only asking a question."
She began to walk away.
"Wait. . . ," Mousse suddenly urged, a crooked grin on his face, "I didn't mean to angry toward you. I just. . . "
"You're just not having a good day, right?"
Mousse looked surprise as she turned, Akane watching him with a smile. He smiled slightly in response. Reaching a hand behind his head he scratched it lightly. "Yeah. Sorry Tendo, I didn't mean to come off like that. You forgive me?"
Akane regarded him for a moment, a finger on her chin. With a sigh she then looked up, as if thinking critically. Her tongue squiggled to the corner of her mouth, her face an utter mask of concentration. Minutes slowly went by. . .
"Tendo. . . .," growled Mousse with impatience.
Akane smiled as she heard him. Looking back at Mousse she grinned. "Yes. . . .I _will_ forgive you. . . if you'll go have some ice cream with me."
Mousse looked at Akane strangely. She seemed to notice his puzzlement and gave a small sigh. "You're not the only one that is having a bad day. Ice cream always cheers me up, but I need someone to talk to. So. . . .," she mumbled as she glanced at him, "wanna go?"
"Well Tendo. . . .," Mousse said with a small smile, "I think I'm going to have to take your offer."
"Great! Let's go!" She yanked him arm and started dragging him down the street.
What have I gotten myself into, thought Mousse as he let himself be dragged down the street by an excited Akane.
~
"Where could that stupid tomboy have run to?"
As soon as Ranma reached the dojo steps, Soun and Genma jumped on him, demanding to know where Akane was. He simply told them he didn't know.
It wasn't the right answer.
And now here he was, searching for the tomboy. He had looked just about everywhere. "Where can that stupid, freaking tomboy b-."
"Are you serious?"
Ranma choked back his sentence when he heard the feminine voice. He didn't need to see her to know that it was Akane. So that's where she is, he thought to himself as he turned around the corner toward the voice. When he reached around, he stopped and gawked at the sight.
There before him were Mousse and Akane, both walking down the street, side by side, and eating ice cream. It made his cheeks burn as he saw the two of them, having. . . fun. He swallowed an impulse to yell at the two. He hopped on top of the wall to get a better view of the two.
"Thanks for coming with me. I really do feel better. Oh, and Mousse, I appreciate you buying the ice cream. You'll have to let me buy next time."
Mousse smiled from behind his ice cream. "No worries, Tendo. I had fun myself. I think I'll use your method from now on. Whenever I'm down, I'll go drag you along to come with me for an ice cream."
Ranma clenched his fist a bit tighter as he heard her laugh with _him_.
"Don't worry Mousse, the next time you feel down, I'll gladly come with you."
"Thanks again Tend-"
"Akane."
Mousse looked confused as she said her name, "Excuse me?"
She smiled. "Just call me Akane."
A hearty laugh came from his throat. "Alright, Akane," Mousse said, "I'll remember that."
They continued to walk down, laughing and joking.
Ranma was shaking with anger. Did that stupid duck boy think he could just waltz of with Akane like that? If he did, he had another thing coming for him. He wouldn't take his fiancée just like that. Ranma stiffened abruptly.
"What am I thinking," he muttered, "how could that stupid duck boy be with her. . . And why am I talking about that tomboy anyway?"
Yet, something still plagued inside of him and pushed him forward. Jumping up, he ran his way along the fence in pursuit. After all. . . he never knew what they could do. . . Plus her dad and Pops would kill him if he didn't come back with her! Yeah, that's why he had to follow them. . .
But, somewhere deep inside of his heart, he knew that that wasn't the only excuse and in a way, it hurt.
~
Well. . . .what do you think? I got a idea for this story one day and BAM, there it was right in front of me. Anywho, tell me what you think of it. If I get positive reviews, I'll continue, but if not, ah well. Who knows. ^_^
Anywho, where I'm basically headed with this story is this: I've always loved reading fics about where Akane and Mousse form a friendship, so I thought, "Hey, why not do one myself?" And so, here I am. Basically we all know that Mousse has problems with Shampoo and Akane with Ranma. So, how do they help each other? Pure revenge! Well. . . not that evil, but fun payback nonetheless. ^_^
PLEASE REVIEW AND TELL ME IF YOU LIKE IT, IF I NEED TO IMPROVE, AND HOW!
Thanx.
Ciao. ^_~
Shadow Knight
Chapter 1: Momba
Disclaimer: Nope.
~
"Why stupid duck boy follow Shampoo? Why not leave alone?!"
Angrily tucking a strand a lavender hair behind her ear, Shampoo sighed with exasperation. Narrowing her eyes dangerously, she tightened her fist beside her. A tic was beginning to form above her left eye.
"Because beautiful. . ."
Why did she even ask?
". . . . .most wonderful. . . ."
She already knew the answer.
"darling Shampoo, I. . . ."
Shampoo rushed forward with her fist, an annoyed yell coming from her.
"love-urk!"
The Amazon boy was slugged down as Shampoo sucker punched him in the jaw. Falling sluggishly to the pavement below, Shampoo brushed her hands off with a grin. That should keep him from bugging her for a while. For a moment, she stared at him and then frowned in disgust. "Why can Mousse no get it in head that Shampoo no like you?!"
There was no reply of course.
She sighed and started walking away, picking up the carton with the steaming ramen bowls inside. I wonder, Shampoo thought for a moment with sudden interest, why does he continue to chase after me when I tell him that I don't love him? After a moment, she shrugged. He was a foolish duck boy, was there needed an excuse?
With that, she continued her way, whistling as she went. She didn't notice as Mousse watched her go.
~
Mousse stood up silently and brushed off his robes after he saw Shampoo turn around the corner. Adjusting his glasses on his face, he sighed slowly. When was he ever going to make Shampoo understand?
"Got shot down again, Mousse?"
As he heard the soft, feminine voice behind him, he detected a slight bit of mirth in her voice. Yet, as he wiped his eyes in a slightly agitated gesture, he didn't need to turn around to see who it was. Although he wasn't irritated at the girl, he felt his voice come out a bit sharp.
"Yes indeed. . . Akane Tendo."
Turning on his heel, he peered through his thick glasses and saw Akane's amber colored eyes narrowed critically as she crossed her arms across her chest in a stern manner. She glared at him coolly and Mousse felt a small gulp at the back of his throat. Maybe he shouldn't have been so bitter towards her. . . .
"Well Mousse, you needn't be so harsh. I was only asking a question."
She began to walk away.
"Wait. . . ," Mousse suddenly urged, a crooked grin on his face, "I didn't mean to angry toward you. I just. . . "
"You're just not having a good day, right?"
Mousse looked surprise as she turned, Akane watching him with a smile. He smiled slightly in response. Reaching a hand behind his head he scratched it lightly. "Yeah. Sorry Tendo, I didn't mean to come off like that. You forgive me?"
Akane regarded him for a moment, a finger on her chin. With a sigh she then looked up, as if thinking critically. Her tongue squiggled to the corner of her mouth, her face an utter mask of concentration. Minutes slowly went by. . .
"Tendo. . . .," growled Mousse with impatience.
Akane smiled as she heard him. Looking back at Mousse she grinned. "Yes. . . .I _will_ forgive you. . . if you'll go have some ice cream with me."
Mousse looked at Akane strangely. She seemed to notice his puzzlement and gave a small sigh. "You're not the only one that is having a bad day. Ice cream always cheers me up, but I need someone to talk to. So. . . .," she mumbled as she glanced at him, "wanna go?"
"Well Tendo. . . .," Mousse said with a small smile, "I think I'm going to have to take your offer."
"Great! Let's go!" She yanked him arm and started dragging him down the street.
What have I gotten myself into, thought Mousse as he let himself be dragged down the street by an excited Akane.
~
"Where could that stupid tomboy have run to?"
As soon as Ranma reached the dojo steps, Soun and Genma jumped on him, demanding to know where Akane was. He simply told them he didn't know.
It wasn't the right answer.
And now here he was, searching for the tomboy. He had looked just about everywhere. "Where can that stupid, freaking tomboy b-."
"Are you serious?"
Ranma choked back his sentence when he heard the feminine voice. He didn't need to see her to know that it was Akane. So that's where she is, he thought to himself as he turned around the corner toward the voice. When he reached around, he stopped and gawked at the sight.
There before him were Mousse and Akane, both walking down the street, side by side, and eating ice cream. It made his cheeks burn as he saw the two of them, having. . . fun. He swallowed an impulse to yell at the two. He hopped on top of the wall to get a better view of the two.
"Thanks for coming with me. I really do feel better. Oh, and Mousse, I appreciate you buying the ice cream. You'll have to let me buy next time."
Mousse smiled from behind his ice cream. "No worries, Tendo. I had fun myself. I think I'll use your method from now on. Whenever I'm down, I'll go drag you along to come with me for an ice cream."
Ranma clenched his fist a bit tighter as he heard her laugh with _him_.
"Don't worry Mousse, the next time you feel down, I'll gladly come with you."
"Thanks again Tend-"
"Akane."
Mousse looked confused as she said her name, "Excuse me?"
She smiled. "Just call me Akane."
A hearty laugh came from his throat. "Alright, Akane," Mousse said, "I'll remember that."
They continued to walk down, laughing and joking.
Ranma was shaking with anger. Did that stupid duck boy think he could just waltz of with Akane like that? If he did, he had another thing coming for him. He wouldn't take his fiancée just like that. Ranma stiffened abruptly.
"What am I thinking," he muttered, "how could that stupid duck boy be with her. . . And why am I talking about that tomboy anyway?"
Yet, something still plagued inside of him and pushed him forward. Jumping up, he ran his way along the fence in pursuit. After all. . . he never knew what they could do. . . Plus her dad and Pops would kill him if he didn't come back with her! Yeah, that's why he had to follow them. . .
But, somewhere deep inside of his heart, he knew that that wasn't the only excuse and in a way, it hurt.
~
Well. . . .what do you think? I got a idea for this story one day and BAM, there it was right in front of me. Anywho, tell me what you think of it. If I get positive reviews, I'll continue, but if not, ah well. Who knows. ^_^
Anywho, where I'm basically headed with this story is this: I've always loved reading fics about where Akane and Mousse form a friendship, so I thought, "Hey, why not do one myself?" And so, here I am. Basically we all know that Mousse has problems with Shampoo and Akane with Ranma. So, how do they help each other? Pure revenge! Well. . . not that evil, but fun payback nonetheless. ^_^
PLEASE REVIEW AND TELL ME IF YOU LIKE IT, IF I NEED TO IMPROVE, AND HOW!
Thanx.
Ciao. ^_~