Oni You

Yet another Ranma/Mousse pairing. Well more like a ships in the night one shot. Might do something with this story, if not, just enjoy.

Oni-demon

Wakizashi-Short katana sword or dagger

Gaijins- If you don’t know then what are you doing on an anime ff?

Kaishakunin-The second person for committing seppuku, they are in charge of mainly severing the head, save for a flap of skin.

Seppuku-You seriously don’t know what this means??????

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Mousse could only stare in horror at the red glowing malevolent face hovering just above his own as he lay helpless in bed. It had the eyes that were completely dark green and contained no pupil; its skin was scaled like a lizard and fell in fleshy folds throughout its wide face, but is was the mouth that terrified him the most, it was round and narrow like a leeches and contained no teeth. Mousse was unable to move as that same hideous mouth hovered inches away from his own and drew a glowing blue stream from his lips that made him feel weaker and weaker with each pull. Yet the creature’s face seemed to fill out as he drew this from Mousse, his folds becoming more elastic and tightened on his features, until he seemed satisfied and faded away. Leaving the boy suddenly able to move and cry out, only to feel weak as a kitten as these nightly attacks were doing. Each day he would walk slower and simple tasks would take longer to perform, yet the boy looked no different. Unable to stand it any longer, he consulted with Cologne to learn what he was facing and why.

Cologne looked through her books on the occult to find reference to that which Mousse had described. She was about to give up when she stumbled upon an obscure reference to a rare sort of soul sucking demon, she gasped as to why it preyed on certain individuals. She hurried to find Mousse and sat him down. “It’s a soul sucking demon that grants favours to those who summon it, but in exchange they must offer someone close to them as sacrifice. A special kind of sacrifice, and then the oni will visit them nightly and steal their life force until there’s nothing left and the body dies” Cologne explained grimly.

“What special kind of sacrifice? I thought that it was only female virgins that demons wanted?” Mousse questioned.

“Females aren’t the only ones who can be virgins” Cologne pointed out and watched when the male blushed bright red. “So you've never have had sex before and someone who knows that has offered you as sacrifice” Cologne stated.

“But who would do this to me?” Mousse protested.

“Someone who knows you well and doesn’t like you. It could be anyone, a family member or a close friend. All that I can guarantee you is that it isn’t someone you've slept with” she said with sympathy in her voice.

“Can’t anything be done?” he asked sadly.

“Yes, have sex. You don’t have much time, if this has been going on for a few weeks, then you most likely only have a couple of days left” she said, not bothering to sugar coat it. Mousse could only stare at her.

He waiting until later that evening when he could talk to Shampoo “Shampoo, I’m slowly being killed by a soul sucking oni because someone offered me to it as a virgin sacrifice. I wanted to wait until our wedding night for us to make love for the first time; but could we make love tonight instead? I'm an honourable man and will marry you as soon as you wish me to” he said desperately. “Please say yes, I don’t want to die before I can consummate our love”

Shampoo’s eyes got wide “Mousse tell joke? No can sleep with you, must sleep Airen, save virginity for wedding night” she said.

“And I will marry you” he said softly.

She snorted with contempt “Not marry you, never marry you. You pathetic, Ranma not” she replied.

“So you want me to die like this?” he asked sadly. “Don’t you love me even a little?”

“No, barely like you. Always follow around, always grab Shampoo. Nice not to have listen whining voice, quiet” she said turning her back on him.

Mousse could feel his heart shatter “you really want me to die then?” he asked again desperately.

Shampoo snaked her face forward and said “Shampoo no care you die or not. You want fuck girl, you hire hooker. No girl want pathetic loser like you” she shouted.

“Am I really so despicable?” he asked her.

“Yes, goodbye Mousse” she said with a sneer.

Cologne came to see him as he packed to go away. “You’re leaving?” she asked him.

“I now see that Shampoo doesn’t love me and never will. If I leave now, then at least I can die with my dignity intact” he explained as he packed everything of value to him into a backpack.

“Did you think she would love you? She’s an Amazon warrior whose bound to another and even if she wasn’t, she was trained to find the strongest male that she can. She couldn’t have sex with you without giving up her most precious commodity that is intended for her husband. My advice is to go hang out with young people and try and find a girl to have sex with. Anyone will do, she doesn’t to be attractive or even slim. You understand that right? One time is all that's required and then the sacrifice reverts to being the one who recommended you in the first place” she urged.

“Yes I understand totally, I wasted thirteen years of my life on a spoiled, selfish girl who doesn’t even like me and the only thing that makes me attractive to this oni is the one thing that no one wants” Mousse said bitterly (come on Mousse, you have fan girls everywhere!) “Best I leave so at least I won’t bother Shampoo by dying in the room next to hers, my final gasps of pain might affect her beauty sleep” he said sarcastically and left without saying goodbye. He walked to a bank machine and withdrew the majority of funds that he'd managed to save from the meager tips he'd received. He frowned at the low account balance that equated his life spent in Nerima; there wasn’t enough to hire a hooker if he wanted to. He tried to think about other females that he knew and could only think of the fiancées of Ranma Saotome and god knows, it wasn’t Mousse’s cock that any of them wanted. Giving up, he saw what he needed in shop nearby; it would be much better way to go and would allow him to die respectably, rather then having his virginal soul sucked from his body by an oni. He counted his money again and realized that he could afford it and have a proper last meal as well. He walked into the tacky little shop that catered mainly to gaijins by selling them cheap Japanese souvenirs. He pointed to a wakizashi sword and said “I’d like to buy that one please.” He then went to an American style grocery store and got a few cheap, pre-packaged Italian meals that he'd always wanted to try and a pack of smokes for the same reason. Finally he hiked to the cave that had become his secret retreat when he needed to get away from things for a few days. He pulled out his bedroll and other items that he'd stored there in the past to set up camp for the night. He started a fire, then pulled out a bottle that he'd stolen from Cologne’s room, it was a large bottle of whiskey that someone had given her which she'd never even opened.

As tears ran down his face, he opened the bottle and began to sip from it while he wrote his final letters to his loved ones. Getting drunk was his goal for tonight; he'd never been before and wanted to do as many firsts as he could for his last nights on earth. Once his letters were complete he sealed them in a baggie. He included a note written in Japanese telling whomever found his body, where they were to be delivered. He set those close to the entrance. Then he sampled the various meals while still cold: chicken parmesan, spaghetti and meatballs and lasagna. He liked spaghetti the best and hated cigarettes; one puff made him gag.

While still steadily sipping from the bottle, he deftly started sharpening the sword. He saw a thin version of his own face reflected in it and frowned. Was he ugly? Was that why Shampoo didn’t like him? Then he started thinking about all the things he would never experience. He would never have his first kiss. He would never know a loving touch. He would never see the smile that someone reserved just for him. He would never make love. He would never marry. He would never have children. He started sobbing at this, he’d always pictured Shampoo and himself having four bright, lively children, whom they would watch grow and develop into powerful men and women. He loved children.

He knew that he was going to fall forward when he died and that that would cause the blade to sink deep into his flesh; that's how he would be found. He imagined that person calling the police upon discovering his rotting corpse. Would Shampoo wear white to his funeral? Would she cry and miss him even a little? Would she bring flowers and kiss his coffin to bless it before it was set into the ground? He held up the blade to see how sharp it was getting, a tear fell onto it. He didn’t want to die, but at least there was dignity this way.

His hands were moving more slowly on the blade as he got drunk and the tears stilled. He took off his clothes and folded them,and then slipped on a simple white kimono. He placed the knife over his plate and wrapped his napkin around it. He got on his knees and loosened him kimono, allowing it to open. Baring his chest, he picked up the wakizashi and placed it against the left side of his abdomen and took a deep breath. He marveled that he didn’t even have a friend who he could have asked to be his kaishakunin. ‘Did he even have a single friend?’ he questioned himself and this started him sobbing again, to the point where he had to put the sword down and get his trembling under control. He had a few more shots to brace himself and then picked it up again. ‘Live alone, die alone” he thought grimly and placed the sword more firmly against his abdomen again and took a deep breath. He started hyperventilating and was just about to plunge it into himself, when he heard a loud splash in the stream next to his cave. Curious he placed the sword aside and wandered in the direction of the sound.

He sighed to see the petit redheaded Ranma laying in the water unconscious. Figuring that the girl had been treated to a mallet ride by Akane, Mousse took off his kimono and wadded into the water in his duck form to tow her to shore. He managed to maneuver her so that her face was over the bank and went back into the cave for hot water to make himself a boy again. Once regaining his regular shape, Mousse used what little strength he had left to drag her into the cave and leaned her against the wall to splash hot water over her.

The male Ranma started awake “where the hell am I?” he asked, focusing on Mousse.

“You’re in a cave close to Nerima. I can direct you back and I suggest you get going” Mousse explained.

“What're you doing here?” Ranma asked suspiciously, to see the cloth wrapped blade and the way that Mousse was dressed.

“Nothing that concerns you, please leave” Mousse retorted.

Spying the packet of letters, Ranma picked it up and read, “to whomever finds my body” before Mousse snatched them away from him. “Mousse why are you committing seppuku?” he asked the weary looking boy.

“None of your business” he replied.

Ranma crossed his arms “I’m not leaving until you tell me”

“If I tell you, will you go?” he asked.

“Only if the reason is valid. You’re not doing this because Shampoo rejected you?” Ranma asked.

“Yes in a manner of speaking. How would you feel to be slowly dying a virgin and that your virginity was the reason for it?” Mousse inquired.

“I don’t understand what you mean” Ranma said confused.

“You know those stupid movies where a besotted girl in white gets sacrificed to Satan because she's a virgin?” Ranma nodded and looked questioningly at Mousse’s white kimono, causing him to blush. “I’m that besotted girl; someone offered me as a sacrifice to an oni, in return for it becoming their servant. It’s been slowly draining me of my life force for two weeks now. I'm days away from death” Mousse explained mournfully. “If I go this way, I can at least die a man” he said.

“Why not just have sex with a girl?” Ranma asked.

“You think I haven’t thought of that? Shampoo turned me down flat and I'm not Ranma Fucking Saotome with fiancées falling out of my ass. I have perhaps two days tops before I'm fully drained, as in dead and I can’t afford to even hire someone. No one wants me, so I might as well go out in style” Mousse said sarcastically.

“There must be some other girl you like?” Ranma suggested.

“Who? I've been in love with Shampoo for years and blind devotion to a girl who treats one like crap doesn’t make one very popular with the ladies” Mousse stated flatly and sucked down more rye. “I suggest you leave now and let me do as I planned. As you are a man of honour, then you shall” he declared and turned around to blink more tears away.

“No, I'm staying. You’re drunk and not thinking straight” Ranma said. “If you want to commit seppuku, fine then, I’ll just have to watch” he said glaring a challenge.

“Fine” Mousse agreed and sat back down and picked up the sword. He put it against him, but his hands were trembling so badly that he couldn’t seem to locate the right place to cut.

Ranma took it from his nerveless hands and said “you’re upset and you've been drinking, just try and get some sleep. I’ll stay here with you tonight and we’ll figure something out in the morning. Between Hopposai and Dr. Tofu, there has to be a solution to your problem”

Mousse agreed with a nod of his head and stumbled to his bedroll. Ranma picked up a spare blanket and wrapped it around himself. He was awoken a couple of hours later by Mousse's screams. Ranma gasped in horror at the disgusting face inches from Mousse’s own. From between their lips, a blue glowing stream seemed to emerge from Mousse’s mouth and go into the creature's. Mousse couldn’t move again, only the back of his head and heels touched his bedroll, while his body was arched into an improbable, painful bridge from which he could not escape. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Ranma trying to lunge at the thing, but it was like a force field held him back and all objects hurled towards the oni only bounced harmlessly off it.

Ranma was trying to get the thing away from Mousse and couldn’t seem to touch it. He watched as Mousse's sword stopped short before it even touched the creature. He felt bad, before he'd thought that the normally dramatic boy was seeking attention and hadn’t believed him; now he knew that he was telling the truth. The thing did seem to be killing him! He watched helplessly until the oni seemed to have drunk its fill, and Mousse’s body collapsed heavily back onto his bedroll. The oni moved in a contented way and then faded from view. “Mousse!” Ranma, called cradling the back of his head in his hands.

Mousse seemed barely able to move “not long now” he whispered in a voice full of pain, Ranma shivered at the dead eyes staring into his own. Ranma stayed with him the rest of the night and the next day while Mousse, who barely had the strength to stand, begged Ranma to kill him.

“I can’t do that, there has to be some other way” Ranma said, checking their food supplies and almost shivered when he found the small bottle of cooking oil. An idea was forming in his head that made him feel like throwing up. He set it aside and set some more wood on the fire and heated up some instant ramen. He helped Mousse to eat after he had himself. As the day dwindled and Mousse slipped in and out of consciousness, Ranma couldn’t stop staring at the bottle. ‘Can I just let another human being die if I can prevent it?’ he questioned himself and stared at the suddenly malevolent looking bottle again, the cheery picture of corn on the side couldn’t dispel this image.

It was heading towards dusk when he reached his decision and walked bravely to the stream. He gulped as the handsome brunette male jumped into the depths and emerged a beautiful petit redheaded female. With determination and all the bravery that she could muster, she strode back into the cave. Blushing like mad, she removed her clothes and quickly dried herself on a towel. She picked up the bottle and pushed back the blankets covering Mousse and made herself part his kimono. She blushed to see another man’s junk. She darted her eyes away from it and poured some of the oil into the palm of her nerveless hand and placed it on Mousse’s cock. Cradling the shaft and she began pumping her hand up and down it, coating it with oil for a slippery ride. Ranma tried to pretend that she was doing ANYTHING else but giving another boy a hand job, but nothing came to mind. It didn’t help when Mousse started to moan and rock his hips in time with her strokes. Ranma felt repulsed when it started to grow in her hand and realized that she would soon have to take the final step. With her free hand, she massaged some more of the oil into her own pussy lips and pushed her slippery fingers into her sheath.

“Oh Shampoo” said the currently non-bespectacled male in his confusion. ‘Go with that thought’ Ranma silently urged and straddled his hips with a silent gulp of fear. Mousse helped her position herself with a sigh of contentment and moaned when she held him at her entrance. She shrieked with pain when she suddenly impaled herself on him with one swift lunge.

“Holy fuck that hurts!” she gasped, she hadn't know that she had had a hymen.

Just then Mousse realized who it was “Ranma?” he squeaked in strangled voice. It was hard to think when being gripped by wet female walls.

“Just do it” she prompted him.

Mousse began moving slowly inside her, guiding her to match his own pace. She felt a bit pinched at first, then the pain started to dissipate and pleasure started to sneak in. She gasped in surprise and started to move of her own accord. The faster she went, the more she could feel the cock inside her rub heavily against a pleasurable place, until her hips were almost a blur. Mousse had done little to fight Ranma when he realized it was her because her slick channel felt so good. He gasped when she rode him and moved his finger up to rub her clit, after a couple of strokes and Ranma came furiously. Mousse came a second later, pumping his seed deep inside her. Ranma stood up and dressed as fast as she could.

Mousse was still panting “you did this for me?” he asked.

“I certainly didn’t do it for me lover boy. I don’t like men nor have I ever done this before” she said with as much dignity as she could muster.

“You were a virgin too?” he asked.

“Yes” Ranma replied and dumped a kettle over his head; he was feeling too emotional in his female form. “I couldn’t let you die for so stupid a reason” he explained.

“Thank you, you saved my life. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay you” Mousse said sincerely.

“Just promise me that you won't tell anyone” Ranma requested.

“Like I would” Mousse reassured him. They spoke of everything but them having sex for the rest evening.

That night when the oni came, it poised itself over Mousse again. It started drawing in his life force again, then made a face of disgust and seemed to vomit it back into him and departed. Mousse stood up after he left and did a back flip. “I’m cured” he cried.

“That’s great. You want to get out of here?” Ranma asked awkwardly.

“Probably for the best” Mousse agreed.

“So what are you going to do now?” Ranma asked.

“Probably do some traveling and pick up some odd jobs along the way, until I find out where I’m meant to be” Mousse replied with a shrug.

"Need a place to stay for the night? We have an extra room now that Nabiki moved out to attend college” Ranma suggested.

“Sure, I don’t feel like going back to the Neko Hanten. Besides, I doubt that Shampoo would like to see me” Mousse replied.

Shampoo

Shampoo was summoning the oni when it appeared. “Where you been stupid? I try calling for hour” she demanded.

The creature spoke into her mind “The deals off, the virgin life force that you offered me is no longer valid”

“What you mean? Of course Mousse still virgin” Shampoo snapped.

“He has been corrupted and the virgin female with him was also rendered useless to me from the same act. You offered me a virgin life force for my help in ridding you of your rivals and I intend to collect it” it informed her.

Shampoo gasped and then said “no!” when it knocked her to the ground with the force of its mind and started to feed off of her.