Title: Blood Red Angel
Author: Bill the Radish
Part: 1/1
Warnings: Major OOC for Kuno (and Ranma but that was intentional ^_~), blood, bad dialogue, total weirdness, unbetad... Aah, that's it. ^^
Disclaimer: Much as I might wish otherwise, nothing here belongs to me except the wording. I make no money off of this no matter how much I'd like to. I am hungry, broke and all suing me will earn you is a couple moths and spiders. ::blinku:: Don't have to sue for the moths, want 'em?
Summery: Prequel to 'Silk and Seduction' and 'The Pink Duster'
Pairing: Ranma/Kuno
Archive: Anywhere as long as I know where or am told where it will be.
C&C: Please!

Notes: ;P Challenge response for Challenge #63, write a fic containing the line "Be my Valentine." (I fudged on the wording a *teensy* bit ^^;) Also for Chaos' challenge of writing a series of challenge responses. Thanks to BludAngel who's name inadvertantly gave me the image I needed to base this fic around. ^_~

"..." - dialogue
/.../ - the intercom I invented for the Kuno's
~...~ - thought

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Blood Red Angel
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A young woman stood at the entrance to the Kuno household holding a large bouquet of roses. Each rose was a slightly different shade of red varying from a pink that was nearly white to the deepest taboo red. Her dress was the color of blood and fluttered like silk in the soft breeze. To finish off the picture, a head of crimson hair let loose matched the tissue surrounding her bouquet. With the calm grace that comes from total self-assurance, she lifted her hand and activated the intercom.

/Who is it?/

One side of a perfectly painted pair of red lips rose in faint amusement at the slightly whiny voice, faintly distorted by static. "I received a bouquet from Tatewaki Kuno. I came to see him."

/I'll inform him of your presence./

"Thank you."

The lips curled up again, smooth satisfaction dripping off the ends. ~Soon. You'll be mine soon.~

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The doors to the den opened and Sasuke made himself scarce revealing...

"My pigtailed goddess!"

Tatewaki leapt to his feet, arms outstretched to encase his love, well, one of them anyway, in an embrace of pure bliss and...

"Why do you wish to hurt me so?"

~What?~ Kuno stopped mid-step. "I do not know of what you speak. Surely these words cannot be yours. The foul sorcerer Saotome is behind this! I shall..."

"You sent me roses. I can understand why you sent them to *her* but why do you torment me?!? Do you truly hate me so?"

"The roses were a valentine gift. I only wished to give thee the honor of dating me tomorrow and thus, being my valentine. My love..."

"You claim to be my love? How you mock me!" ~Ugh. How does he keep this up?~ "Look for yourself how you have injured me!" A bloodstained palm was ripped from the decorative tissue surrounding the rose's delicate but thorned stems. The other hand, still cradling the prickly burden, was streaked with blood both fresh and dried. "I receive a gift from the one I love..." She paused while Kuno tore his eyes from the small wounds decorating her visible palm to her face. "...only to discover pain waiting beneath it's surface."

Kuno's eyes dropped back to his beloved's palm too soon to see her eyes turn calculating or her lips turn up in a slight smirk. "You claim to love me but you hurt me and now, you let me stand here bleeding." Pausing to glance down, the smirk turned amused. "On a very nice rug too."

The words were enough to startle Tatewaki out of the haze of shock he'd been in and he swept his pigtailed girl up in his arms, stalking out of the room and heading for the closest first aid kit he knew of, first floor bathroom. "Forget the rug. You and your pain are all that matters. I..."

"Very good Kuno, remember that."

Surprised, the kendoist glanced down at his precious burden's face. "What?"

Smiling slyly, the red haired girl raised one bloody hand and cradled Kuno's cheek. "*I* am all that matters. Right?"

"H-hai."

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A pair of red pumps sat, one thrown carelessly over the other, at the base of the toilet in the western style bathroom. A foot or so above them dangled the feet that had once filled those shoes and above them, legs led up to a young woman in red perched primly on the bathroom counter. Before her, Tatewaki Kuno was putting the last touches on a gauze bandage wrapped carefully around her left hand.

"Finished my sweet. Thy wounds are tended to."

"Only the ones on my hands." One of the gauze wrapped hands rose to hover before sad eyes for a moment before pushing a few errant strands of hair behind an ear. "You don't really love her, do you Tatewaki?"

"Of who do you speak pigtailed girl?"

"Tendo Akane."

"Oh, my love! Can you not see that the blooming flower of our love is only one in a garden of joy and delight that..."

"Fiend! You claim to love me when that all encompassing fire does not burn within you?!? When will you stop tormenting me?" ~Ye gods, I keep it up much longer I'm gonna start thinking this way!~

"Pigtailed girl..." Blue-grey eyes met pure blue worn through with such anguish. Something within Kuno froze at the pain in those eyes, then slowly melted as the eyes softened into a reflection of deep sorrow.

"You know better than that Kuno. Why do you refuse to accept who I am? Why do you cling to Akane like some sort of security blanket?!?"

"I..."

"You what?"

"I don't know."

Smiling happily the red head slipped off the bathroom counter and backed toward the shower, her hand wrapped securely around Kuno's. "I'm glad."

Safely ensconced within the shower doors, a cold spray of water cascaded over the two embracing youths. The red haired girl pulled herself up to fasten her lips against Kuno's as the water slowly warmed up. Soon, the chest pressed against Kuno's flattened and hardened, the arms around his neck loosened as the legs that had been barely touching the floor lengthened and gained more leverage. The kiss was broken and Kuno stared down into the face that he'd known would be there but still couldn't quite believe it. Strangely, the only thing he could really think about was how he hadn't seen the little heart barrettes in his love's hair before...

"Can I still be your Valentine, Tachi?"

"Of course, Ranma. After all, you're all that matters."

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owari

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Didn't end quite the way I was expecting but I *really* wanted to get this out before I had to leave. ^^; Ehhh.... If the ending doesn't make sense, just ask and I'll try and explain what I was thinking. - _- This is another one I might have to rewrite. Anyway, hope you liked it, please tell me what you thought!

Side note! I know this isn't quite...kinky enough to really fit with the rest of the series but honestly, how many people do you know who start off totally into bondage and s&M hmmmm? -_-;; Okay, so maybe it does happen, I wouldn't know, but I think this is more likely for this particular situation.