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Title: A Comedy of Blunders
Author: Growly
Part: 1/?
Warnings: Um... can't think of any... yet
Disclaimer: They belong to me! In my dreams anyway... ;_;
Summary: Um... Due to a misunderstanding, Kuno and Mousse wind up engaged
Pairing: Kuno/Mousse

C&C very welcome! Tell me what you think!

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Part 1:

Mousse embraced his beloved in a running glomp, nearly knocking her to the floor. His jet-black hair swirled around their bodies as he buried his face against Shampoo's back. "Oh SHAMPOO!!"

"I beg your pardon?" The voice that answered Mousse's joyful cry was definitely not female.

Still rather muddled, Mousse came to the wrong conclusion entirely. "Shampoo? What happened to you Shampoo!? Was it Ranma!? Was it Naniichuan!? HOW DARE RANMA SAOTOME TURN MY BELOVED SHAMPOO INTO A MAN!?!?"

"Turned into a man?" The object of his affections appeared a bit confused himself, not that it was a particularly unfamiliar state of mind to the tall kendoist.

Mousse took advantage of "Shampoo's" confusion to embrace him from the front, all the time wailing. "Don't worry, Shampoo! I still love you, even if you're a man! Will you marry me!?"

"M...marry YOU!?" Kuno was infuriated by the gall of the blind boy. "I wouldn't even let you DATE me, unless you beat me in combat! Don't be ridiculous!"

"You mean...if I beat you, you'd forget about Ranma Saotome and marry me?"

Kuno was finding this rather amusing at this point. It was obvious that the fellow thought he was someone else, and besides, what did he have to fear? He, the noble Kuno, beaten by a half-blind, Chinese boy? Simply not possible. So being the gracious fellow he was, he replied, "Fine then. If you defeat me in combat, I shall allow you to marry me." Like that would ever happen.

Kuno could see that the boy would not be silenced until he agreed, so he brushed his hair out of his face, inclining his chin proudly. "Well then... if you insist. I, Tatewaki Kuno, the Blue Thunder of Furinken High, swear on my honor that if you defeat me in battle I will allow you to marry me."

Meanwhile, in the bushes, a tall, rather sexy young woman was watching with a bemused expression on her face. "Interesting... I never knew you swung that way, Kuno-baby." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a camera. "This should be good..."

A confident smile tugged at Mousse's lips. "For marriage!" Using this as his battle cry he leapt into the air, sending a barrage of short daggers at Kuno. Several of them slashed through his blue kimono, barely missing his skin as he jumped out of the way.

Kuno looked down at his torn shirt, feeling anger rise in him. "How dare you! This was my favorite shirt!" He lunged at Mousse, whipping his bokken out and slashing wildly at the amazon boy.

Mousse jumped over the wooden weapon, flipping around in midair to land on his feet behind the kendoist. "Feel the power of my love!" Long metal chains flew from his sleeves, wrapping around Kuno's sword and pulling it from his hands.

Infuriated, Kuno glared daggers at the shorter boy. He was much better at fighting WITH his weapon, but that didn't mean he couldn't do anything without it. With an incomprehesible yell he lunged at the black-haired boy again, this time aiming at his left side. Above them, dark clouds were starting to gather.

The Amazon boy was caught off-guard when Kuno's fingers closed over his left wrist and drew back in sudden alarm. He'd been so sure Shampoo wouldn't try to attack him at close quarters... oh well...It was time to use his secret weapon then.

He was much stronger than the long-haired Chinese boy, that much was obvious to Kuno. This was going to be an easy victory now. Kuno forced the other boy back, hoping to get within range of his bokken, which was still lying on the ground a few feet away. Four feet...two... then his fingers closed on the familiar wooden hilt and he raised the weapon, intending to knock Mousse out.

Somewhere in the distance, lightning flashed.

Mousse was alarmed when he realized that Shampoo had regained her weapon, but he forced himself to remain calm, reaching inside his sleeve and pulling out a wooden ball. He threw it in Kuno's face, trusting the other's instincts to get the rest done for him.

He was right on the mark. The instincts of a martial artist were working against Kuno in this instance. His wooden blade cut the beachball sized object into neat halves, and then... the world seemed to burst in a bright glitter of stars.

Mousse covered his face just in time to avoid getting most of it. As much as he hadn't wanted to resort to borrowing a trip from a certain perverted martial arts master, he had to admit that the Happosai's technique of using fireworks was inspired.

For a moment, the kendoist just stood there, swaying uncertainly. Then his bokken fell from his fingers to hit the grass. His own fall was avoided though. A very happy Mousse glomped onto him, kept him upright, all the while shouting, "Yes! I did it!"

Oh! This was rich! Nabiki snapped a few pictures of Mousse snuggling against a semi-concious, half-naked Kuno, snickering slightly to herself.

Kuno blinked twice, trying to figure out how he, the great Blue Thunder, could possibly have been beaten by this boy. It was impossible!

Mousse was ecstatic, happy to finally have his beloved Shampoo at last. Pulling Shampoo close to his chest, he pressed his lips eagerly against hers, tears of joy running down his cheeks.

There was a click of a camera shutter snapping, but it was quickly drowned out by a loud clap of thunder.

It was only after Mousse drew back for air that his glasses slipped back onto his nose and he got his first good look at the object of his affections. He was greated by a blank look of mingled confusion and dismay. "S...Shampoo!?" Something wasn't right here...

But if this wasn't Shampoo then... "Oh..." Mousse felt a bit faint as he finally recognized the kendoist from Ranma's school. "I think I messed up..." Then he felt the first cold droplets of rain on his skin.

Nabiki was long gone by this time, she was halfway back to the dojo when she heard something that sounded suspiciously like a duck screaming in anguish.

*end part 1*

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