Title: Another Day
Notes: This is an "alphabet" story in which every sentence must be followed by the next letter of the alphabet. Thank goodness for flexible English, dashes and semicolons, and run-on sentences. ;-)
Another day in Nermia, Kuno thought from his perch on the rooftop as he watched the antics below. Bitterly, he watched as Ranma ran from the girls, hotly protesting his devotion to any of them. "Can I win even a remote place in your heart, with so much competition?" he wondered, reflecting that his chances were slim indeed.
"Damn you, Ranma Saotome!" was the shout that announced the entrance of yet another competitor, though one unknowningly in the contest.
Eventually it will be Ryoga that takes home the prize, Kuno thought with a wry grin as he reflected that it would be just as big a surprise to Ryoga himself as it would for the girls -- Ranma would have to step carefully so not to lose *his* prize. Fighting was currently the only way for them to show their affections, but one day that would change, and on that day… Kuno would be left truly alone.
"Get thee gone," Kuno muttered at his dark oppressive thoughts. How pitiful they sounded when he listened to himself! I am truly as mad as my sister, and most of the world knows it. Justice, in it’s own way…
"Kuno-san, is that you?" asked a familiar voice; a voice that showed its own pain and fear of rejection in its hesitant speech and slightly plaintive tones.
Looking from the Show that played out below, Kuno rested his gaze upon another aesthetically pleasing youth of beauty and strength.
Mousse adjusted his eyeglasses, and said, "It *is* you -- I thought it was." Nonchalantly, or as much of the appearance of it as he could, Mousse sat down next to the scion of Japanese nobility and looked out over the Nermia neighborhood.
Optically challenged he might be, but the rest of Mousse rivaled Ranma’s form and figure -- in either form. Perfect whip-cord muscles and agile flexibility, contained in a package that also had hair blacker than oynx and the most beautiful eyes behind those thick glasses....
Quietly, without fuss, and with no wasted motions, Mousse leaned over and kissed Kuno. Reflexively, Kuno kissed him back. Sipping from the nectar of the Gods themselves, Kuno’s dazed mind evaluated the kiss -- not that he had anything to compare it to, but he rather thought that this must be heaven itself. Trembling in reaction, Kuno finally pulled back and stared at Mousse in amazement but the Amazon didn’t say anything as he blushed and turned his face away. Unbidden came the thought that Mousse must have been as lonely as himself, watching Ranma and the girls -- how we have deceived ourselves with what we want.
"Verily," Kuno said, gently turning Mousse’s face back to his own, "I have been a fool, to ignore what was before me all this time." Warmth and wetness and tongues deep in each other’s mouth exploring and tangling and never ever wanting to disengage…
"Xanadu itself never contained such pleasure," murmured Kuno as he pulled away again, this time to trace the planes of Mousse’s face and to take his glasses off and carefully fold them away.
"You too?" Mousse asked, still needing reassurance, though Kuno’s response had been more than he’d ever dreamed for.
"Zen has always been a hobby of mine, and enlightenment is never refused," replied Kuno with a smile in his voice and on his face, as he accepted his new-found fate.