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First of all, I just want to say... I AM NOT RIDGEWOLFE!!  I AM ONLY
USING HIS ACCOUNT!!


     Red Shoe Kasumi: A Ranma 1/2 , Red Shoe Diary crossover.

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     LEMON WARNING: this flic contains sexual situations. I don't
like the term Lemon, but I guess that's what this is. Some scenes
may be offensive to some readers ( So kids, don't let your
parents read this ;) .

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 RED SHOE KASUMI
 by "superdude"

Starring David Duchovny as "Jake".

(key in red shoe theme music)

     opening scene shows a woman looking through the personals in
a news paper, then circling a large ad in red ink. As the view
moves in closer, we can read the ad.
                   WOMEN, DO YOU KEEP A DIARY?
                     Have you been betrayed?
                   Have you betrayed another?
                   Man, 39, wounded and alone
           recovering from loss of once in a lifetime
                  love looking for reasons why.
                     Willing to pay top $$$
                      for your experiences
                  Please send your diaries to:
                  Red Shoes. P.O. Box 7959-319
                     Canoga park, Cal, 91301
              All submissions strictly confidential.

     That was the ad he had placed four years ago, adjusted for age.
to this day, he felt as empty and alone as when he first placed it.
     Jake slowly walked through the shadows in his apartment,
bouncing a basketball. Images continued to pass in front of his eyes;
his beautiful Alex. Images of her dancing for him in her lingerie.
Images of making love to Alex on the Floor, In the Bathtub, in the
Park.  They had it all. The perfect careers, the perfect relationship,
the perfect life.
     So where had it gone wrong?
Other images; These of standing above Alex's grave. Jake stood
there, in such a state of disbelief that he couldn't hear his
fellow mourners trying to express their sympathies. The only
words he did remember were ones he didn't want. Before Alex's
Mother had left, she told him arrogantly "When you work up the
courage to talk about this, you know where to find me."
     Jake looked around his apartment. It was a reconverted glue
factory. Alex and he had both worked on it. Jake was an
architect, Alex had been an interior decorator. It was large
enough that he had his own mini-basketball court and a room with
scale models of the buildings he had designed and built. The
apartment was filled with shadows. He liked shadows. "Look at
anything hard enough, long enough, in the harsh light of day you
find the flaws." Jake had told Alex when he had proposed.
     "That's why everything I design and make have shadows.
Shadows make things beautiful."
     Alex, it seemed, had lots of shadows.
     The apartment looked Black and White now, Shades of Grey.
As colorless as the cemetery when he had left that evening. There
was no color in his life now. None, except RED.
     Red. Red as the diary of hers that he had found while
gathering her things. The Red of the book's cover that he had
read, that told of her meeting another man, one so opposite from
Jake that she fell into his mystery. Thomas K. Butler worked as
both a construction worker and a shoe salesman.
     Red. Red as the shoes Tom had convinced Alex to buy. The Red
shoes that Jake had never seen before, but that Alex had worn
every time she had gone to visit him.
     Red. Red as the tub of blood that Jake had found her in when
 she killed herself.
     Alex had tried to break it off with Tom. Too late she
realized she had already surrendered control to him. Unable to
break free of her Adulterous relationship, Alex had taken the
only way out she could think of.
     Jake had found Tom. Had made tom think he was his friend. He
had bet Tom a thousand dollars he could beat him at basketball to
 lure him to the apartment. Jake half beat the crap out of Tom,
but no blow could have been as bad as when he revealed who he
was, and what had happened to Alex.
     When it had sunk in, Tom had simply knocked Jake out and
left.
     Jake walked around the apartment, slowly bouncing the
basketball. Stella, his black and white speckled boarder collie
walked up to Jake. Stella could tell that her Jake-person was
hurting again, missing their Alex-person. Stella missed her as
well. Maybe if Stella could convince him to take her on one of
their walks to the diner, Jake-person would begin to feel better.
Stella pawed at Jake's leg.
     Jake stood as a train went over the nearby train tracks
     "C'mon, Stella," Jake finally said."Let's go for a walk."

         *                 *                    *

     Jake would walk to Canoga park, to a greasy spoon diner. As
was usual, he would ask Joie, the oriental counter woman, for a
large coffee to go. Jake then opened the Mailbox that had defined
 his life for the past four years. Sure enough, amongst the bills
and letters, was a large manilla envelope marked RED SHOES.
     Paying for his coffee, Jake left the diner.

     Jake sat on a bench at the park. Stella lay down by his
feet, waiting. Sometimes Jake-person read to her, sometimes he
read quietly, but he always seemed to feel a little better
afterwards.
     Jake began to take a drink while looking at the envelope.
Then he almost spat out his coffee when he saw the return
address.
     "Holy cow, Stella, This is all the way from JAPAN."
  The collie looked up. boy, That was a reaction.
     Jake looked at the return. At least it was printed in
English. "It's from a ms...Tendo Kasumi from...the Tendo training
 hall in ...Nerima, Japan. Well, this ought to be good." Jake
opened the envelope and looked. As a business man Jake had
learned to read and speak some Japanese, but it wasn't easy. Jake
 looked at the neatly written text and sighed. Ms.Tendo had been
considerate enough to write the Diary in English. Jake began to
read aloud.
     "Dear Mr. red shoes. I am sorry to hear of your unfortunate
loss. It is never easy to lose a loved one.
     I hope that my humble writings may help you. My name is
Kasumi. Having lost my mother I have taken the role of
housekeeper for my father and two younger sisters. Recently our
friends Genma and Ranma Saotome have come to live with us. Our
lives are not what you call ordinary. There is very much
arguments and misunderstandings, plus many things you wouldn't
believe if I told you. It is not easy to maintain a normal home.
You have to give up a lot of your personal desires and dreams.
but sometimes, when the desire is great enough, you have to let
your desires free...

         *                 *                    *


     The alarm buzzed annoyingly in her ear. With a groan of
protest the young woman reached out from under the covers and
knocked the  offending timepiece off the bedstand. She sat up,
swinging her feet to the hardwood floor. She began to push her
fingers through her hair, only to run into a major knot.
     For once, the air was not filled with sunshine and birdsong
upon awakening for Kasumi Tendo, Eldest daughter of Soun Tendo
who ran the Tendo School of anything goes Martial arts. Instead,
a rumble of thunder and the patter of rain waited for her
outside.
     Oh my. Kasumi thought, trying to see through bleary sleep
filled eyes. Now I won't be able to hang up the wash. Kasumi sat
on the edge of the bed, finding it difficult to assume a standing
 position. In fact, the bed seemed to have developed a gravity
well that was trying to pull her back in.
     I suppose that's what happens when you have two hours of
sleep. she thought. Kasumi nearly fell over standing up, a pain
shooting up her back, causing her to use her nightstand for
support. Already she could hear shouting from other parts of the
house. More than likely it was Akane and  Ranma, fighting about
something that it was *FAR* too early in the morning to be
fighting about.  Kasumi stumbled to her dresser and immediately
stubbed her toe into a footstool, drawing from her a cry of pain
and shocking her awake. Kasumi quickly sat on the stool and
massaged her poor foot, groaning as the pain faded.
     This was not the start of a good day. The whole week had not
been a good one. Irritably tossing her matted hair from her face,
Kasumi gathered her robe, towel, and other toiletries. She hobbled
from her room, headed towards the bath house.
     Upon entering the hallway a clattering stampede came running
 up the stairs. First was P-chan, the bandanaed little pig that
was always hanging around, squealing at the top of his lungs.
Behind him was Ranma Saotome, in tank top and boxers. He had a pot
 of boiling water in one hand, shouting "I've had it, Ryouga!  You're
through this time!"
     "Quit picking on P-chan!" screamed Akane Tendo, Kasumi's
youngest sister. She was waving around a mallet that, according
to most physical laws, should have snapped the handle on it by
now. "If you don't leave P-chan alone I'll---"
     All three stopped when they crested the stairs. The sight of
the misshapen, bedraggled, limping and totally unfamiliar creature
emerging from Kasumi's bedroom captured their attention with the
fascination and horror of a Bigfoot sighting.
     The Kasumi creature stared at them through the mass of hair
that insisted on hanging in her face.  After a long moment a mouth
that badly needed it's teeth brushed uttered the words "Don't run
in the house."
     The three watched as she shambled by to go down the stairs.
Then Akane softly asked "was that KASUMI?"
     "Eech," muttered Ranma. "Attack of the morning people."

        *                   *                   *

      Kasumi sighed as she soaked in the hot water. While her
morning bath relaxed her muscles, it also helped to awaken her
mind. As she relaxed, Kasumi's mind began to think back over the
last few days.
     The Tendo household was under a slowly building weight of
stress.  In one week would be the anniversary of their Mother's
death.  Each member of the household was dealing with this fact in
their own manner. Akane was acting even more stubborn and insensitive
than before, getting mad at the littlest things.  Ranma, as a result,
was increasingly frustrated by his apparent inability to do anything
right in her eyes. Ranma, as well, had become snappish and moody.
Nabiki had begun to withdraw from everyone into her network of
assistants and world of personal finance.  Father and Mr. Saotome had
left the city to meet with lawyers in Tokyo about the Dojo. Therefore,
They weren't dealing with it at all. And as for Kasumi...
     Quite frankly, Kasumi felt taken advantage of. Ever since
Mother had died, Kasumi had assumed the duties of a mother.
Cooking, cleaning, raising her younger sisters. And now two house
guests. Oh sure, the others helped out, but mother had trained HER,
she was the one responsible.
     Kasumi sunk lower into the tub. The funny thing was, she
hadn't felt this way until a few days ago. Just last night, for
instance. Akane had tried to cook dinner, so naturally no one
ate. When no one ate, Akane became angry and tried to force Ranma
to eat. Ranma let loose with some horribly rude insult that sent
Akane berserk. After a small chase Akane bounced Ranma off the
dining room table and out into the tendo pond. Akane had run
upstairs to her room where she cried herself to sleep. Ranma
hadn't even bothered to come back inside and change back to male
form. He had simply walked away and returned later that night.
Everyone went to bed hungry.
     Everyone except Kasumi.
     Kasumi was the only one who even attempted to clean the mess.
As a result, Kasumi had gone to bed late with no chance to bathe,
and now was awake with little sleep. Her back was sore and her
eyes burned. She did NOT feel happy.
     Kasumi began to wash. After all, she still had breakfast to
make.

        *                    *                     *

     Kasumi smoothed out the dress, then looked at herself in the
 mirror. She sighed, then half-smiled. The drops had cleared her
eyes, and her hair had finally behaved. Kasumi tied her hair with
a ribbon and placed the length over her shoulder.
     "Good as new." She smiled into the mirror. The bath and
change of clothes had gone a long way towards making her feel
better. Kasumi began to turn around, then stumbled as her back
spasmed.
     "Oh, my." Kasumi gasped, slowly standing. Well, she'd just
have to watch what she lifted today.
     Kasumi made her way to the kitchen. Upon entering the
kitchen she was greeted by clouds of thick, black smoke,
a frightening screech that made her dive for cover and a high
staccato noise like that of a buzzsaw.
     "Akane." Kasumi breathed at the screaming figure chopping
food and woodchips off the counter. It was a wonder Akane hadn't
lost any fingers yet. No wonder the kitchen knives constantly
needed sharpening.
     "Akane..." Kasumi repeated, a little louder, trying to be
heard over the banshee wail of kitchen massacre as Akane now
started slamming pots and pans onto the stove. Maybe she figured
high velocity impact made them heat faster.
     "AKANE!!" Kasumi shouted, and was rewarded with another back
spasm for her effort.
     Akane turned around, knife in hand, and gave a weary but
honest smile when she saw her sister. "Good morning, Kasumi! I
know last night didn't go very well so I thought I'd help you out
and make breakfast!"
     Kasumi looked at the auto accident that was breakfast. She
smiled at Akane's intention, if not her result.
     "That's... very sweet of you, Akane. May I make a suggestion,
however?"
     Akane nodded then smiled, albeit slightly strained.  Kasumi
slid over to her sister and, making no sudden movement's, removed
the knife from Akane's grasp.
     "You don't need to ATTACK the food. Breakfast is our FRIEND."
     "Is THAT what you think I do?" Akane started.
"Yes, dear, it is."
     Akane geared up for a retort, but stopped.  Kasumi could see
that dark circles had formed under Akane's eyes.  The poor thing
really was feeling stressed.
     Akane looked up. "Kasumi, do you smell smoke?"
     Oh, NOW she notices. They both looked over to see the pot of
rice an angry red color.
     "GET DOWN!" Akane shouted, knocking Kasumi to the floor as
rice exploded everywhere.  Kasumi gasped as her back was jarred
yet again.
     "Akane," she whispered from the floor. "How can you make
rice EXPLODE?"
     Slowly the two of them got off the floor, Akane supporting
her sister. Kasumi gave an irritated sigh, then flicked off the
stove burner. The pot was going to have to be soaked all day if
there was any hope of using it again. Kasumi leaned against the
counter and put a hand to her back.
     "Well," said Akane, trying to wave away a kitchen full of
smoke. "I guess I'd better start over."
     That was it. Something inside Kasumi snapped. Slowly she
turned toward Akane.
     "Get out." Kasumi told her.
     Akane was shocked. She had never heard this tone from her
big sister. "K-kasumi..."
     "I SAID GET OUT!" Kasumi screeched. Grabbing the burnt pan
she flung it across the kitchen where it crashed into the pan
rack, creating a deafening din of cooking utensils as they
slammed into the floor.
     "Get out of my kitchen! You can't cook, you can barely boil
water, you only waste food and make a mess! If you can't help
out, get OUT OF THE WAY!"
     For one long moment the two locked eyes. Then, tears
streaming down her face, Akane sobbed and fled the room.
     "Akane..." Kasumi started, regret stabbing her heart.
Slowly, Kasumi slumped to the floor.

          *                      *                  *

     Ranma carried the squealing P-chan to the courtyard, where
both his father and Mr. Saotome would be playing Go if they were
here. Ranma opened the door and was surprized to find Nabiki
standing there.
     "Good morning, MR. Saotome." She said "I HOPE you're not
going to do anything unpleasant to Akane's little pig."
     "Nothing that I haven't done to him before." Ranma muttered.
     "You know that Akane REALLY loves her little piggie P-chan."
Nabiki continued, oblivious to the foul mood surrounding Ranma.
     "Yeah, so?"
     "Well," Nabiki continued. "Akane loves little P-chan SOOO
much that she would probably do HORRIBLE, AWFUL things to however
did it."
     Ranma's eyes squinted. "What are you saying?" It was bad
enough Akane was riding his ass, he didn't need Nabiki starting
on him as well.
     Nabiki buffed her nails against her shirt. "It's not what
I'm saying, it's what I COULD say.  Words are cheap, but how much
is silence worth to you?"
     P-chan then twisted about and bite Ranma's hand.
     "YOU SWINE! I'M GONNA--" Ranma was prepared to dropkick the
little black piggy into orbit when the three of them heard a loud
crash and indiscriminate screaming.
     "What in the world...?" started Nabiki, the lost financial
opportunity forgotten.
     Ranma dropped P-chan. "It sounded like it came from the
kitchen!" Ranma ran off, Nabiki and P-chan on his heels. Ranma
propelled himself around the corner towards the kitchen and
almost ran down Akane.
     "Akane, Wha--" was all he could gasp out before Akane threw
her arms around his neck and began to cry hysterically.
     Mystified, Ranma simply put his arms around her. P-chan began
rubbing against Akane's ankle, making worried pig noises.
     Nabiki and Ranma looked at each other silently. Ranma simply
shrugged. Nabiki tried to pull Akane from him, but Akane
shrugged  her away. "NO!" Akane wailed "WANT RANMA!"
     Again, Ranma and Nabiki looked at each other.
     "Akane, why are you covered in Rice?" Ranma finally asked,
trying to brush it off her back.
     "I--It was--KASUMI!" she sobbed.
     "Kasumi threw rice on you?" asked Nabiki.
     "No-- The pot blew up and rice was everywhere an-an-and
Kasumi YELLED at me!"
     "How'd you make rice explode?" asked Ranma. Nabiki smacked
him in the back of the head. There was a bigger problem. This was
totally unlike Kasumi. Even when she had been possessed by the
evil onii, she never so much as raised her voice. She had been
the nicest evil person they knew.
     Ranma raised Akane's head by her chin. Looking into her tear
filled eyes he said "maybe you'd better tell us everything."
     Akane was just finishing when Kasumi came out of the kitchen.
Twisting up her courage, Kasumi stepped foreward.
     "Akane, can we talk?"
     P-chan made angry pig noises upon seeing Kasumi.
     Ranma locked eyes with Kasumi. Ice would have been warmer
than the stare he gave her. Kasumi actually took a step back. No
one had ever in her life looked at her with such anger. When
Ranma spoke, it was barely above a whisper.
     The sound of his words, however, burned in her ears.
     "Why did you yell at MY Akane?"
Akane looked up, disbelief in her eyes. Had Ranma just called her
HIS?
     "R-ranma...I.."
     "All she was trying to do was help you out." Ranma
continued. "So what if her cooking's toxic?"
     "HEY!"
     "It's still no reason to scream at her." Ranma finished.
     Anger began to well inside Kasumi, an emotion totally alien
to her. "You're a FINE one to talk, Ranma. All you've ever done
is insult her and her food."
     "That's different. She expects it from me." Ranma took a
second to look in Akane's eyes. " Besides, I'm usually joking
around."
     Akane's heart fluttered.
     Ranma looked back at Kasumi. "But you're Kasumi. You're
ONEECHAN. We look up to you. You're like a ... Mother to us.
Akane had realized that you had been up all night. She wanted to
do something NICE for you. And you SCREAM at her."
     Kasumi started to speak when Nabiki stepped in between them.
     "Okay, just STOP!" she said. "Just stop it right NOW! I
think everyone should just take a step back and breathe before
something is said that can't be taken back."
     The four of them stood there for a tense moment, P-chan
still growling angrily. Finally Ranma spoke.
     "Yeah," he said, still staring icicles. "We'll take a step
back alright. C'mon, Akane. I'll get you breakfast at Ukyou's."
He began to lead her down the hall.
     "Ranma..." Akane sniffled as they disappeared. "you've never
bought me breakfast before..."
     Before Nabiki could say anything, Kasumi looked at her and
said curtly "Don't you ever stop me from talking again. EVER."
Kasumi then turned from Nabiki, eyes filled with tears and neck
muscles straining. Finally she threw her fists into the air and
let loose with an exasperated shout at the wall.
     Nabiki stood there, arms crossed with a look that said Are
you done yet? P-chan sat, looking nervously at both women.
     Nabiki finally put her hands on Kasumi's shoulders. "Just
relax. take a deep breath."
     "I. DO. NOT. FEEL. GOOD."
     "That is SOOO obvious, Kasumi dear. What is it, that time of
the month?"
     "No," remarked Kasumi snidely. "It is NOT that time of the
Month."
     "Hey sis, relax. I'm just trying to be helpful. Do you want
to tell me what's going on?"
     "I'm having a bad day."
     "How so?"
     "My back is hurting, Akane blew up the kitchen, I seem to be
the only one who can do anything around here..."
     "Kasumi, those sound like symptoms. Can you tell me what the
PROBLEM is?"
     Kasumi looked at Nabiki, "The problem is..." Kasumi
faltered. What really WAS the problem?
     Then, Nabiki answered for her.
     "It's mother, isn't it."
     Kasumi turned away, tears in her eyes again.
     "Kasumi, I know we've been under alot of stress lately. The
day Mother died is only a week away. We all have different ways
of dealing with it. You've always taken Mother's place in the
house. And that's quite a job, considering this has never been a
normal family. You've always made it look easy taking care of us,
like it was something you enjoyed doing."
     "I do, usually..." Kasumi sniffled. "But this week,
however...It's just something different..."
     "How?"
     "Lately I don't feel...that i'm appreciated."
     "Oh, Sweetie..." Nabiki pulled her sister into a tight hug.
"You ARE appreciated! Everyone who lives here feels the same as I
do; Me, Akane, Father, the Saotomes...We LOVE you!"
     "I Know...I really do..."
     "Kasumi, You've been taking responsibility for this family
ever since Mother died." Nabiki held her sister at arms length.
"When was the last time you did something just for yourself?"
     "W-what do you mean?"
     "I mean gone out and bought a dress, seen a show, or hell,
even slept in late? Something that was just for YOU."
     Kasumi thought for a moment. "I-I don't know...I guess it's
been awhile..."
     "Well, then you are going to take the day off." Nabiki
smiled. "Go out and do something. Have some FUN!"
     "I don't know..." Kasumi mused. "The kitchen is a mess,
there are chores..."
     "Oneechan, I'LL clean the kitchen. And when the others get
back I'll convince them to help out." After a moment Nabiki added
"Kasumi, you're stressed. You've raised your voice in anger.
You've never done that before. Do SOMETHING. ANYTHING. Enjoy
yourself."
     "Kasumi pondered for a second, even turning from Nabiki.
Then a thought occurred to her, one that sent a warm flush
through her body.
     "You know," Kasumi said slowly. "I still don't feel very
well. Maybe I'll call Tofu-Sensei and see if he can ...Make a
housecall."
     Nabiki stared with wide eyes as Kasumi walked away. She
couldn't believe her ears. It wasn't so much what Kasumi said,
but more how she said it. DR. TOFU?! Well, there were probably
worse ways to spend an afternoon. Nabiki went down the hall to
the kitchen. Cautiously, she opened the kitchen door.
     Well, the kitchen WAS a mess. Rice, pots and pans were
everywhere, and there was still a haze of smoke. Still, Nabiki
figured it would only take an hour to straighten every thing up.
     Nabiki smiled. An hour's worth of cleaning in exchange for a
day off of school. Not a bad trade. And she could probably turn
this around for some sort of monetary gain...


       The Nerima Medical Clinic...
Dr.Tofu walked down the hall, looking at the chart of one of his
patients. A tall, slender man with long brown hair and glasses,
he was the epitome of the young professional doctor. Wearing a
blue and white Gi that did little to conceal his tight muscular
frame, Dr.Tofu was oblivious to the sighs and longing glances of
his nurses as he walked by.
     Tofu walked into his office just as the phone rang. The Dr.
answered the phone, only to have his lenses fog as he heard the
musical tones coming from the other end.
     "Kasumi! What a coincidence that you would call me here!"
     "Well," Purred Kasumi on the other end. "It is where you
work, isn't it?"
     "Why, yes, Kasumi, it is!" Lowering the phone, Dr.Tofu
looked at his model skeleton Betty and said "Mr. Saotome? could
you do me a favor and tell my last patient I'll see him in a
minute? Thank you." Speaking back into the phone he asked "So
what may I do for you, Kasumi?"
     "Well, Dr.Tofu, I'm not feeling very well. I was hoping you
could come over and see me?"
     Tofu's lenses suddenly cleared when faced what might be
something serious.
     "Can you tell me what seems to be the problem?"
     "Well, Doctor, It's kind of hard to explain over the phone.
I really wish you could come see me?"
     Tofu quickly glanced at his appointment book. "Kasumi, I
have one more patient to see this morning, then I have a short
meeting. I can make it out there in about an hour. Can you hold
on until then?"
     "Oh, perfect, Doctor, Perfect! Nabiki should still be here,
she'll let you in. Just come upstairs and I'll be waiting for you
there. Bye Bye!"
     The poor girl. Thought Dr.Tofu as he hung up. If she's
asking me to make a housecall, she must be miserable.

               *******************************

     Kasumi hung up the phone, then giddily ran upstairs. She
would have to take another bath, and her clothes...
     Kasumi ran into her room and flung open her closet door.
Digging deep she pulled out a box she kept hidden, a box that she
never opened. Opening it, she looked at the contents with
satisfaction.
     Yes.. An hour should be enough time to get ready...

                *************************

     Dr. Tofu pulled in front of the Tendo Training hall in his
blue Subaru. His pleasure at seeing Kasumi was only overshadowed
by his worry about what may be wrong. The rain from that morning
had died to a light sprinkle so Tofu didn't worry about an
umbrella. Dr.Tofu checked his medical bag one last time. Yes, he
had brought everything he had thought he needed. He had even
brought his spare set of glasses, just in case. Whenever he was
around Kasumi, it seemed, he had problems with his vision.
     Stepping out of his car he saw Nabiki come out the front gate.
     "Good afternoon, Nabiki." Dr.Tofu greeted, Bowing slightly.
"I hope you are feeling well?"
     "Good afternoon, Tofu-sensei." Was Nabiki's reply. "Let's
just say things have been...Interesting."
     Tofu considered Nabiki as she walked away, opening her
umbrella. What a sweet child, staying to help her Ill sister,
waiting for him to arrive before rushing off to school. However,
she DID seem to be a trifle overdressed for class. And what was
that perfume he smelled as she walked by? If he didn't know
better, he would  swear she was going to the mall. Dr.Tofu
quickly walked through the front gate and into the front door.
     Slipping off his shoes, Dr.Tofu called out Kasumi's name.
The young chiropractor really didn't expect an answer, just
giving her advance warning of his presence. As Tofu began to walk
 upstairs he heard music playing in the background. It was a
western piece, Jazz, with a slow, steady beat. Quite soothing,
actually. Oh, well, Nabiki probably forgot to turn off her stereo
 when she left.
     Dr.Tofu stopped at the head of the stairs. "Kasumi," he
called. "It's Dr.Tofu."
     "I'm in the bathroom, Doctor." She called back. "Wait for me
 in my bedroom, I'll be right there."
     Dr.Tofu  had been the family doctor for years, and this was
not the first time he had made a house call. Therefore, he was
fairly certain of where her room was. Opening a bedroom door, he
saw he had picked the correct room by the decor. Setting his bag
on the dresser, Dr.Tofu began to set out some general medical
equipment.

Click Click

Click Click

     What was that? It almost sounded like...someone walking in
high heels.

Click Click

Click Click

     "Good Afternoon, Tofu-Sensei,"  called a velvet voice from
the  doorway behind him. Tofu turned and saw a tall woman, hands
against the doorframe. The Mystery lady was clad in a leather
thong bikini, long leather gloves, knee high spike boots and a
studded leather collar. Held loosely in one hand was a large
bullwhip. Her long brown hair was teased into a voluminous halo
about her head and neck. Her make-up, while not excessive, was
certainly expressive.
     "Let's make some noise." the woman finished.
     "Oh, Good morning, Miss." smiled Tofu, totally without a
clue. "You must be one of Kasumi's friends, though I must admit I
wouldn't have thought you as such from your manner of dress.
Kasumi isn't feeling well today and she asked me over to see if I
can help."
     The woman slowly walked towards the doctor, her heels
clicking on the floor as she walked. She lightly slapped the whip
against her bare thigh as she gave him an appraising look.
     "Well let me tell you, Doctor," she said, walking a circle
around Tofu. "I'm POSITIVE that you can help Kasumi."
     As the leather seductress circled him, Dr.Tofu noticed a
small red rose tattoo on her left buttock. Tofu's glasses began
to fog, and he could feel a warm flush rise up his neck. Something
didn't seem right.
     "Ummm... Will Kasumi be finished in the bathroom shortly?"
     The woman gave him an irritated glance. Finally she said
"Idiot, I AM Kasumi."
     "Oh." The Doctor replied calmly. Then the lenses in his
glasses shattered. Tofu began to jerk around, almost
spasmodically, with a huge idiot grin and making incoherent
babbling sounds. Then he bolted for the door.
     The only thought in Tofu's head was escape. He hit the
hallway and had reached the head of the stairs when a loud CRACK
filled the air and the bullwhip wrapped around his throat,
jerking him off his feet. Kasumi stood in the hallway, looking
for all the world like something from the cover of HEAVY METAL
magazine, reeling in the doctor while he made choking sounds.
     "I don't think so," Kasumi said as she shoved Tofu back into
her room. "I haven't even started yet."

           *************************************


     With everyone but Kasumi out of the house, Ryouga finally
had a chance to slip into the bath house and use it's hot bath to
return to human. He was now trying to quietly leave so as to not
disturb Kasumi and return to where he had left his backpack and
umbrella the night before. It had stopped raining enough he felt
he could go outside.
     Ryouga was just passing in front of the staircase when he
heard running footsteps from upstairs. Ryouga thought he saw
Dr.Tofu at the top of the stairs for a split second before
something wrapped around his neck and jerked him back. A voice
that sounded like Kasumi's said "I don't think so. I haven't even
started yet." Then a door slammed.
     Ryouga was stunned. He wasn't sure what had just happened.
Ryouga even went so far as to put his foot on the first stair
leading upstairs when he heard a loud SNAP, possibly a whip.
     "Nope, not gonna do it." Ryouga said, turning around. "It's
none of my business. Besides, it's probably Ranma's fault anyways."

                         *************

     Kasumi turned towards Tofu, who was sprawled on the floor.
Kasumi stood over him, the pain in her back forgotten. Excitement
rushed through her body. She had had no idea that leather on
bare skin could feel so sensual.
     "That was a foolish thing to do." Kasumi told him, her blood
rushing.
     "K-Kasumi--" Tofu gasped from the floor, removing what was
left of his glasses. "Wh-why are you dressed like that?"
     Kasumi lowered herself to the floor, straddling his knees.
"Why do you THINK i'm dressed this way?"
     With a smirk, Tofu answered "Lion taming practice?"
     Anger flashing in her eyes, Kasumi jerked Tofu up by his
shirtfront and slammed him into the wall.
     "DO YOU SEE ANY LIONS IN HERE?!"
     "N-no..."
     "Well, then, I must have had another reason, Don't you
think?"
     "Why?"
     "I'll give you a hint." Slowly, Kasumi leaned against Tofu,
her soft flesh meeting his body. Her hands ran down his sides,
then across his chest. One hand came up to hold his face while
the other settled on his hip. Kasumi was tall to begin with, and
the heels allowed her to look Tofu directly in the eyes. Kasumi
lightly grazed his mouth with her lips, then pushed him back
against the wall as she captured him in a kiss. He had a strong
mouth with smooth lips. Then she gasped as she pressed Tofu to
find the reaction that she was hoping for.
     Her eyes smiling, his eyes fluttering, Kasumi moved her hips
to brush her mound against the hard lump in his loins.
     "Why, Doctor," she purred "I see you recognize me after all."
     "Oh, Kasumi..." his hands began to travel up her back.
     "Put your hands down." Kasumi said, softly but firmly. "I
didn't tell you to do that."
     "Well you obviously have this planned. How am I to know
whats right and what isn't?"
     Her lips brushed his again. Her lipstick tasted faintly of
berries.
     "You won't."
     "What if I don't want to do this?"
     Her leather gloved hand worked it's way down his front.
Across his chest, his stomach. She kissed him then, lightly at
first, then adding more effort as she felt his mouth relax.
     Then she cupped the bulge in the front of his pants.
     "You want to." Kasumi told him huskily.
     Staring into her eyes, Tofu began to see her want, that she
was ready to take this giant step. He had to admit, he was on
fire for her. All of his shyness, his idiocies and ineptness
towards her had disappeared at this confirmation that she might
feel the same towards him. But was this really how she felt? He
understood that this leather wearing thug holding him against the
wall was just a hormone fantasy, a physical act. Did she have
room for an emotional involvement?
     Looking in her eyes, at the warmth that lay in them, he saw
his answer.
     "Yes, I want to."
     Smiling, Kasumi pulled his head closer. She kissed his neck,
lightly nipping with her teeth. Then she reached his ear, licking
it's contours. Tofu once again brought his hands to her back.
This time Kasumi allowed it, even shivering slightly at his touch.
Then his hands began to slide down, to her waist. Still she allowed
it, chewing on his throat at a point just behind the jaw. But then his
hands began to slid over her hips. This she had not consented to.
Latching onto his neck she bit sharply.
     Dr.Tofu cried out sharply and pulled away from both her and
the wall. Checking his neck he found the barest trickle of blood.
     "Klingon bitch!" Tofu muttered angrily.
     Kasumi stared at him, then roughly knocked Tofu across the
bed. Tofu began to sit up when Kasumi twirled the whip and
snapped as loud as a rifle shot. Downstairs, Ryouga took his foot
off the stairs and said "Nope, not gonna do it."
     "What'd you do that for?!" Tofu demanded.
     "I didn't give you permission! I'M the one in control!"
     Tofu gave an angry sigh. "Fine! BE the one in control! But
I'll tell you this right now; I'm NOT going to stay if I'm just
going to be mauled! I'm willing to give this a try with you, but
have to understand. ANY relationship has to be equal parts give
and take, especially one like this! If you really know anything
about S&M, you'd know the submissives have the true control
because they can stop it at any time! I can see that you're
expressing some fantasy of yours and let me tell you, baby,
you've got ready to see where this is going. But you've got to
let me know what you want!"
     Kasumi tossed her head angrily, arms crossed. How dare he
talk to her that way! But after she thought for a second she
realized something. Kasumi didn't want to hurt Dr.Tofu. She
really didn't even want to dominate him. She wanted, however, to
be the aggressor.
     "I want you to do what I tell you."
     "May I ask a question?"
     Brief pause. "Yes."
     "Why are you doing this?"
     "Because...I've wanted to for a long time. Ever since I
first met you."
     It was Tofu's turn to be quite.
     "Promise to keep the bloodshed to a minimum?"
     Kasumi raised her eyes, a mischievous glint in them.
     "What do you want from me, Kasumi?"
     "I want you to apologize for calling me a bitch."
     Tofu sat on the bed, looking at her. Then, with a smirk, he
turned his head and said nothing.
     Kasumi looked at him in disbelief. He was TEASING her! He
was TESTING her to see what she would do! Putting one knee on the
bed, she seized a handful of his hair and pulled. Not hard, yet
firmly enough for him to realize she wanted him to look at her.
     "I said APOLOGIZE!"
     "I'm sorry that I called you that name."
     Kasumi let him mull for a second. Then she slowly leaned
across him and kissed where she had bitten.
     "I'm sorry to have hurt you, darling." she whispered in his
ear.
     Tofu sighed when she kissed him. Everywhere her lips touched
his skin seemed to burn. He wanted to take her in his arms but
now waited for his cue.
     Kasumi leaned back, still perched on the bed.
     "Your shirt," she told him. "It hides too much of you. Take
it off."
     "Yes Kasumi." He said as he unfastened the belt. Just the
way he said her name made Kasumi's heart flutter. When he wasn't
undressing fast enough she retorted "Quickly! Quickly!"
     The top of the gi came off.
     "Oh, yes...VERY nice..." Kasumi murmured as she ran her
hands over his front.  Kasumi leaned foreward and kissed a path
from Tofu's chest to his left shoulder, drawing a small hum from
him.
     Kasumi leaned back to see that Tofu was staring at her
oddly. Looking down she saw that her cleavage was at almost eye
level to him.
     A wicked smile spread across her face as an idea struck her.
     "You like these, don't you?' Kasumi asked, running her hands
over her breasts.
     Mutely, Tofu nodded.
     "Would you like to see them?" She whispered. Tofu's eye's
widened. "Would you like to TASTE them?"
     Slowly, Tofu nodded. As he leaned foreward, Kasumi spoke
again.
     "Beg me."
     "What?"
     "You heard me." Kasumi pushed up her bosom, lifting her
breasts up and together. "If you want them, BEG ME."
     Tofu looked at the braful of silky perfection.
     "Oh Kasumi-chan, please allow this humble servant the honor
of laying hands upon thy bountiful pleasures."
     Smiling, Kasumi stood up. Slowly she walked over to the
stereo system. Tofu marveled at the flow of her hips, the
practiced ease with which she walked in the heels.
     Tofu realized that the music that had been playing was
indeed coming from this room. It was a CD on repeat play. As the
beat of jazz began to pick up, Kasumi turned up the volume a few
notches. She looked over her shoulder to Tofu and grinned slyly.
     Turning from the stereo, Kasumi began to dance. A seductive,
pulsing step,one that fit the music. She was beautiful, exotic
in her movements. The way she flung her hair, the flow of her
arms around her tight, lithe body captivated him. A need was
aroused in him that he was unaware was there. The sway of her
hips, every  sp n she took and every seductive look she gave him
told a story of her own wants and desires. Kasumi faced Tofu,
Hands at work behind her back. Turning away from Tofu, She raised
one arm.
     Tofu was admiring the sexiness of the curve of her back when
he realized that Kasumi was holding up her bra.
     "Oh my." he gasped quietly.
     At his que, the top was carelessly tossed to the side.
Wrapping herself in her arms, Kasumi ran her fingers up and down
her slender back. the sway of her body was like the waves of the
ocean. Bending her knees, she dipped low to the floor, then stood
straight up with a snap of her body that sent her hair into the
air like an erupting geyser.
     "Your teasing now." Tofu whispered.
     Kasumi again glanced wickedly over her shoulder. She turned
around then, both arms across her breasts. Tofu was now so
excited that his leg was shaking.
     Kasumi walked over to Tofu, the music beat slowing down as
if on cue. Kasumi Leaned into Tofu's lap. Then gently, presenting
the object of her desire with a great present, she lowered her
arms.
     Her breasts were round and firm. Large, but shy of
voluptuous. Her hardened nipples sat high on the curve of her
bosom. The nearness of her body, the scent of her musk, was more
than he could bear. Kasumi squealed as she was seized and Tofu
began to lustily taste her. She panted as he caressed her breast
with his lips,tounge and teeth. Kasumi ran her fingers through
his hair as she moaned. Tofu then attacked her other breast, and
a shudder ran through her. She smiled at his attentions. Then
Kasumi shoved him back on the bed.
     Kasumi slid against the length of his firm muscular body.
Looking Tofu in the eyes, Kasumi bent and kissed him, her lover.
A soft, tender kiss in total contrast to the image she had
portrayed. Then, at her urging, Tofu opened his mouth to receive
her tongue. Lightly Kasumi traced the back of his teeth, dancing
with his tongue. After several seconds she broke away. Propping
herself on one arm, she ran her hand down his rippled stomach and
 to his loosened pants.
     "Take those off." she cooed. "I want to see you."
     Fumbling around, Tofu slipped out of his pants and underwear,
tossing them to the floor.  After resisting a few moments temptation,
Kasumi lowered her gaze.
     "Well?" asked Tofu, hesitantly.
     "...Oh...MY..." Breathed Kasumi, not quite believing.
     Slowly she reached down and fingered his erect member,
drawing a pleased hum from Tofu. Then she began to stroke it in
her leather clad hand, causing Tofu to groan.  His well muscled
thigh began to quiver.  Sitting up, Kasumi lightly traced her
fingers across Tofu's stomach.  They too quivered under her
touch.  She giggled at the effect she had on him.
     Kasumi shifted her position until she could reach Tofu's
penis with her mouth.  Much to Tofu's delight, she began to lick
him like a popsicle.  Then she brushed the head of him with her
lips.  With a gleam in her eyes, she took him into her mouth...
     ...and sat up, gagging, as his tip probed the back of her
throat.
     Tofu sat up, startled, he held her close when he could see
she was alright.  He tried to hold back a grin.
     "Don't laugh!"  Kasumi squealed, slapping Tofu's knee,
giving him a sexy pout.  "It's O.K.," he told her, "Don't try to
take me in all at once or you'll choke."
     "NOW you tell me," her pout turning into a smile.  Kasumi
looked at him and whispered, "I want YOU to lie back."
     Dr. Tofu laid back, while Kasumi stood up.  Finger by
finger, Kasumi removed her long leather gloves.  Turning around,
she hooked her thumbs into her thong and slowly removed it.
Enticing him with the view of her heart-shaped bottom.  Kasumi
crawled onto the bed, straddling Tofu.  His erection almost
nesting in her warm fur.  Kasumi took his masculine hand and
cupped it over her 'need'.  "Do you feel it?", she moaned, eyes
closed, and stroking herself against his hand, "Can you feel how
wet I am for you, my love?"
     "Oh God, I can, oh yes," he groaned.  He could indeed, the
woman was dripping in his hand and he loved every bit of it.
      "Do you want me?" Their looks were unmistakable.  "Do you
want to be inside me and feel my warmth just for you?"  It
obviously was more of a statement than a question.
      More than anything else," Tofu's voice cracked.  Kasumi
showing a very pleased smile, removed his hand and gently
encircled her hand around his shaft.  She loved how it throbbed
while she carefully stroked.  She positioned herself over him,
teasing the head of his penis with the very beginning of a heated
 bath.  Tofu was praying for a warm and extremely wet dip into
the  lady's lagoon.  Just as he began to raise his hands to
Kasumi's hips, she spoke.
     "Now, these are the rules we are to follow."
     "R-rrules?", stuttered Tofu, not sure he had heard Kasumi
correctly.
     "That's right, rules.  Rule number one:
     You will only move what and how I want you to move.  If you
DO NOT obey, I will stop."
     "Kasumi--"
     "Rule number two:  You may moan, groan, gasp, scream, pant,
and basically make all the noise you want.  There is however,
only one word you may say."
     "And that one word is?"
     "KASUMI!!" she snapped.  "And if you do not obey, I will
stop."
     "And rule number three?"
     "Rule number three: You may not, under any circumstances, in
any way, shape or form, COME, until I say you may do so.  If you
do not obey..."
     "You will stop?"  Tofu supplied.
      Kasumi brought the bullwhip into view and held it in front
of her.  "If you DO NOT obey, you will be beaten.  If you don't
believe me, TRY ME."
     Dr. Tofu swallowed audibly.
     "Are you ready?", she asked, her hidden lips giving his tip
a slight squeeze.
     Tofu nodded, praising the god who had answered his prayer.
     Kasumi was shaking she was so excited.  Even though her
sexual arousal had begun to calm her body, so she could mount
without any harm done to either of them, she still gulped
nervously.  Now that she had seen the size of Tofu, she was not
sure how she was going to fit all of his desire in her.  At least
she did not have to worry about losing her virginity.
     Kasumi delicately eased herself onto him, only about an inch
enjoying the feel of his thickness that was widening her channel.
     "This is going to be a very 'fulfilling' afternoon for me
and hopefully a quite invigorating massage for you, Dr. Tofu,"
Kasumi murmured into his ear. The heat of her body was quickly
driving Tofu out of his mind.
     Kasumi slid down him a little more and smiled.  If she was
not already so wet and slippery, she didn't think she would be
able to take him.
     Steeling herself, Kasumi gave the first command.
     "Now, my darling."
     Tofu pushed up into her, parting her tender flesh and
causing her to moan loudly. He himself had to bite his lip to
stop from crying out.
     Kasumi looked down to her prisoner. Although his entry had
been sudden it had not been rough or painful. She could tell that
Tofu was waiting for her adjust herself to him, to set the pace
for their little dance. Her confidence in him renewed as she
recognized his patience.
     "Kasumi.."
     "I'm alright, darling..." She murmured softly, relaxing
around the hard lump in her belly.
     "Kasumi..." Tofu repeated, slightly more serious.
     "What ?" she asked, looking down.
     "Kasumi..." he smiled playfully at her.
     Kasumi thrust her hips forward, causing Tofu to groan and
drop his head on the pillow. There, she thought. Take that.
     Kasumi continued to slide herself against Tofu, drawing
assorted noises from her love.  Tofu watched, enthralled, as
Kasumi ran her hands enticingly up her flat stomach, up to her rounded
breasts, and to her pleasure filled face. Kasumi whipped her hair
about with a soft groan, then gave her second command.
     Darling, I want you to grab my ass."
     With a sensual growl, Tofu complied. His hands traveled the
long way, caressing her thighs before fondling her rear. Passion was
passed from his fingers to her skin as they traced the path of where
the thong had been.
     Kasumi..." Tofu repeated, exploring her.
     Kasumi moaned at the sound of her name. It had been so long
since she had been with a man, and this was the first she had done
the pleasuring.
     Tofu's face took on a strange, contorted look, causing Kasumi to
stop, panicked. Kasumi grabbed his face and growled through clenched
teeth "Don't you DARE come!"
     Tofu was silent, his face trying to relax. Sweat beaded on his
forehead. After a moment Kasumi released his jaw. He looked up at
her and opened his mouth.
     "And don't you talk, either!"
     Tofu screwed his eyes shut. Kasumi took pity and brushed the
hair from his forehead. Finally, Tofu opened his eyes and let out a
deep breath.
     "Ready, Darling?"
     Tofu nodded. "Kasumi."
     Kasumi pulled up, almost to the point of his falling out.
She was adjusted to him now, their bodies lubricating them. She
shifted slightly, then plunged down, impaling herself on him.
Kasumi groaned in pleasure. With every stroke Tofu seared every
nerve ending inside her. She knew, however, that she could feel
more.
     "Darling, raise your knees."
     When Tofu raised his knees, Kasumi all but drooled in
delight. At the new angle, Tofu's pelvic bone massaged her
clitoris in a way she only dreamed. Sweat began to drip into her
eyes and she wiped it away.
     "K-kasumi..."
     Kasumi enjoyed the pig grunts that every move of their
passions brought from Tofu. There was something savory about
reducing a man to a gibbering idiot. Now to test Tofu's stamina.
     Kasumi leaned foreward, kissing Tofu's nose. Settling into
the new position, she spoke.
     "Darling, suckle me."
     Tofu looked at the breast's bobbing before his face.
     When Tofu's mouth encircled her aureole, Kasumi realized her
mistake. The fire from his touch shot straight into her clit,
setting her even more ablaze. Her body betrayed her as her orgasm
seized her, spasming her every muscle. It was all Kasumi could
do to howl "Come to me...Come to me..."
     Tofu's strangled cry signaled his own release. Kasumi could
feel his liquid fire pump into her, filling her. Their longing
looks into each other's eyes prolonged their climaxes. Finally,
unable to stand it any longer, their sweaty bodies collapsed
together.

   Kasumi began to nuzzle the side of his neck while Tofu stroked
her back. Tofu began to softly laugh in her ear.
     "Kasumi," he whispered "I'm so in love with you."
     "And I you." she whispered back.
     After a moment Tofu started "Kasumi, I need to ask a question."
     "Hmmmm."
     "You realize that we were...unprotected."
     "Um-hmmm."
     "What if you become...pregnant?"
     Kasumi looked at him sternly. "What's the matter? Don't you
want children?"
     Tofu face-faulted. Kasumi laughed at this and kissed him.
     "Silly! I was prepared to take you by surprize. I'm wearing
a diaphram."
     "Oh."
     Kasumi snuggled against his chest.
     "Tofu-sensei, I could stay like this forever."
     "So could I."
     "I have a question for you now."
     "Yes, Kasumi?"
     "What's a Klingon?"

                      ********************

     Kasumi wearily raised her head. Slowly she looked around.
Everything seemed the same. Clothes were strewn about, the music
was playing softly in the background. It had stopped raining.
     Kasumi looked at Tofu, lightly dozing beneath her. She
smiled and put her head back on his shoulder.
     Then she saw the clock.
     "Tofu, wake up! TOFU!"
     wearily Tofu looked at her.
     "TOFU!! We've been asleep for TWO HOURS! The others will be
here soon!" Kasumi slid off the bed, giving a wistful sigh as his
member pulled out of her. well, time for that later. Tofu groggily
sat up and stretched.
     Kasumi moved towards her closet, but stumbled and gasped
loudly as the turning movement twisted her back. Instantly Tofu
was at her side.
     "Don't move, just hold still." Tofu began to run his fingers
 down her spine. His hands stopped just above the mass of pain in
her side.
     "Here?"
     Kasumi could only nod, tears in her eyes.
     "Tell me how this feels." His hands began to masterfully
knead her muscles, loosening the pain. Tofu placed one hand on
the small of her back and one lightly on her chest.
     "This is no time to cop a feel, you pervert."
     Tofu pushed with his lower hand and pushed back with the
other. With a popping that sounded like a fistful of pencils
breaking Kasumi was upright.
     It took Kasumi a second to understand what had been done to
her. She was about to give him an angry retort when she realized
there was no pain what-so-ever in her back.  Kasumi twisted,
turned and even bent down to touch her toes.
     "Better?" smiled Tofu.
     Kasumi looked at him and smiled. Unable to speak, she simply
threw her arms around Tofu and kissed him.
     After a moment, when the two parted, tofu simply smiled.
     "Come," said Kasumi, taking his hand. this would be her
third bath today. She pulled him naked down the hall.

                    ****************

     Kasumi quickly brushed out her hair while Tofu finished
dressing. Her room had been put back in order, the music was off
and she had removed her make-up. Tying her hair with a bow, she
looked in the mirror and smiled her own unique Kasumi smile.
     Tofu wrapped her in his arms from behind and kissed her
neck.
     "I hate to leave you." he whispered.
     "I Know." she told him. "But you have to get back to work.
May I see you tomorrow?"
     "That's what I wanted to tell you. I have to go out of town
on business for a few days." Tofu sounded disappointed.
     "Then I'll have something special for you when you return."
Kasumi leaned back and kissed him, breathing in the scent of him.
     "Come, I'll walk you to your car."
     They began to leave. Kasumi yelped as her bottom was
pinched.

                   ******************

     Ranma and Akane were walking home, enjoying the warming day.
     Well, actually AKANE was enjoying it. Ranma was trying, for
once, to not say anything insulting to Akane. Unfortunately this
meant pretty much not saying ANYTHING to her. All day Akane had
either been screaming about her bitch sister, crying about what
had happened to poor Kasumi, or glomping onto Ranma in ways that
would make Shampoo jealous. Ranma was starting to get worried.
     As they walked down their block, Akane pointed and asked
"Ranma, isn't that Tofu-sensei's car?"
     Ranma looked. Yep, blue subaru. "It looks like it. Hope no
one got hurt or nothin'."
     As the two of them walked closer they received a surprise.
There, just outside the front gate, stood Kasumi and Dr.Tofu.
Their arms were around each other as they shared a passionate
kiss. To complete the setting, the sun emerged from behind the
clouds as it began to mist, forming a rainbow over the two.
Finally, birds began to sing.
     "That sly fox!" said Ranma, smiling.
     "That---BITCH!" Akane seethed. "She yells at me for trying
to help her, then I find her in the yard playing SMOOTCHIE-FACE!"
Akane stormed foreward.

     The two young lovers broke their kiss. They looked, smiling,
 into each others eyes.

     "I'll see you when I get back." Tofu whispered.
     Kasumi watched him walk to his car, then waved as he drove
off.
     "KASUMI!!"
     Kasumi turned, seeing Akane walking up, looking mad. Oh my,
did she see...
     "Akane! I'm so glad to see you!" Kasumi's face beamed.
     "I'll just BET you are! I just want to say--"
     "Akane, I want to tell you that I'm sorry about this
morning. You have every right to be mad at me."
     Akane stopped. She wasn't expecting this.
     Kasumi walked over and placed her hands on her sister's
shoulders. "When I was little and learning to cook, I made plenty
of disasters. I thought I was hopeless. But through it all,
Mother always encouraged me. I did a great wrong by yelling at
you. Mother would not be proud."
     Akane was silent, half listening to her, half not believing
what she was hearing.
     "Whether you believe it or not, I take great pride in caring
for this family. Perhaps in a few years, when you and Nabiki are
a little older, I'll return to school. But for now, my family
needs me. Taking care of you makes me happy. It's what I do. But
for the past few days I guess I've forgotten that. I took it out
on you. I hope you can forgive me."
     Akane looked at her big sister, her anger fading. No one
could ever REALLY be mad at Kasumi. Akane put her arms around her
sister, saying "I'm sorry, Kasumi. I'm sorry I made you feel
bad. I'll stay out of the kitchen from now on."
     "Actually, Akane, If you stay out of the kitchen how will I
teach you to cook?"
     "You will!?!" Akane looked up, eyes hopeful. "You'll teach
me to cook?!"
     "Yes Akane, I'd be happy to. But not tonight." The two of
them began to walk toward the front gate. "I thought you and I
might go out tonight. See a movie, go to dinner, go shopping,
just go do something fun tonight. And while we're out, we could
maybe...talk about Mother. Discuss how we feel. It's something
you and I have never really done."
     "I'd think I'd like that." said Akane. They took a few more
steps when Akane asked "Kasumi, why are you walking funny?"
     Kasumi stopped, her face instantly red.
     "It's ..ummm...ahhh...m-my...BACK! Yes, that's it, it's my
back. It's been really sore today..."
     "I saw Tofu-sensei was here. Didn't he help you?"
     Kasumi smiled dreamily.
     "Yes...Yes, he helped me...He gave me his...special
treatment. If I keep feeling like this I'll have to have
him...make another housecall."

                   ********************

     Jake sat for a few minutes, considering what he had just
read. Stella contemplated him.
     "Do you see, Stella?" Jake asked at length. " Even the most
unassuming of people sometimes need to step out of the ordinary,
to give way to deep hidden desires. But when those desires, those
fantasies begin to control you , thats when you wonder. which is
the real you...and which is the fantasy."
     Images in his eyes. His beloved Alex dancing for him.
     "C'mon, Stella." Jake said, standing up. "Let's go home."

 ( Key Red Shoe end theme).

                           EPILOGUE #1

     "Wait, we forgot Ranma!" Akane ran up the block to where
Ranma still stood. Kasumi  watched as they talked. Their voices
began to rise, although Kasumi couldn't understand what they were
saying. They began to wave their arms about. Whatever she was
telling him, Ranma didn't like it. It looked like Ranma was about
to walk away when Akane held up a rather large mallet with the
words "BONE CRUSHER" on it in large print, causing Ranma to
flinch. Slowly Ranma began to walk towards Kasumi.
     "Hi, Kasumi." Ranma muttered when he reached her.
     "Hi yourself, Ranma."
     "I--I...um...ahhh..I-I want to ...to tell you ...something."
     "What is it, Ranma?"
     "W-well...it's like...y'know..."
     "Yes, Ranma?"
     "Well, y'see...I-I...I wanted to...to say..."
     "Go ahead, Ranma."
     "Look, I'm sorry I yelled at you!" Ranma finally blurted out.
     Kasumi smiled at Ranma.
     "That's okay, Ranma. I know you meant well. I'm actually
proud of you for defending Akane."
     Ranma grinned, then rubbed the back of his neck. That went
better than he thought.
     Then Kasumi kissed him lightly on the cheek.
     "HEY!" cried Akane. With one blow from Bone Crusher, she
sent Ranma  spinning through the air, sailing over the rooftops.
     "I sent you over here to APOLOGIZE, not suck face with MY
SISTER!"
     "Oh my." sighed Kasumi.


                           EPILOGUE #2

     In a shop in Nerima, one that specialized in star charts and
horoscopes, a man sat at the table. He was busily checking many
books, maps and scrolls, muttering unintelligibly to himself.
Finally, he got up from the table, disgusted.
     "What is wrong, brother?" asked a pretty young woman  as she
was walking in.
     "It's happened again. Mars, Mercury and Uranus are in
extreme flux."
     "They are? I thought that only happened every 84 years."
     "It does, but we're on the other side of the planet from
where it happened last time, so it took a while to catch up.
What's more, look at this." The brother held up a star chart and
pointed to a section of it.
     "In this rare planetary alignment, Uranus is in the house of
 Aquarius. And when the planets hit alignment, then Nerima is
going to turn into a high intensity meridian."
     "You don't mean..."
     "You got it. We've got another Cosmic G-spot."
     "How long do we have?"
     Brother looked at his watch, then his map.
     "Great. The planets hit alignment at 2:00 this morning."
     "Are we in any trouble, brother?"
     "Not if we're careful. But if there is anyone with
significant dates come up in the next few days the reactions
could be exaggerated."
     "Meaning...?"
     "Meaning  that today someone either got into a fight or they
 got laid."


                        EPILOGUE #3


     Nabiki was slowly walking down the hallway when she walked
by Kasumi's half opened door. Usually, Nabiki didn't make a habit
of peeking in her sister's rooms, but something caught her eye.
Looking to make sure the coast was clear, Nabiki went inside.
     Kasumi walked into her room and was surprised to see Nabiki
by the bed.
     "N-nabiki!" she gasped.
     Slowly, Nabiki turned to face Kasumi. In Nabiki's hands was
a leather bullwhip.
     "Hiya, sis." Said Nabiki, an evil grin on her face. "Let's
talk money."

                              fini
Author's notes.
     O.k., people, this is where I try to explain what I've done.
     Red shoe diaries goes pretty much like I've described it at
the beginning of the story. Someone out there should know
something about the series. It has six movies and is a regular
series on showtime. Hell, I know about it and I don't even GET
showtime! When I started writing this, the content seemed to fit
with red shoes. I thought that the idea of Jake reading Kasumi's
diary would make a good framework for the story. I hope it
worked.
     The Idea for this story was to take the characters and have
them act outside the norm. The idea of Kasumi and Tofu having
kinky and freaky sex appealed to me the most. There were a few
things I wanted to try. First of all, I wanted the sex to be in
good taste. If I wanted a fuck-fest, I'll go rent a porno. I
wanted a story where Kasumi tried to play her fantasy. I really
hadn't even wanted to try to write a lemon, but this is what I
got. The scene in the kitchen where she tells Akane not to attack
the food is something I think of everytime I see Akane chopping
away.  The other thing I wanted to see was Ranma be a little more
sensitive to Akane's problems, even if it is just once.
     Some of you might not like what I did. You might say that I
destroyed the innocence of Kasumi's character, that there should
have been more/less/no leather, the sex wasn't dirty, the sex
wasn't clean, or any number of things that you might say is
wrong. well, this is MY fan-fic! I'll do what I want!
     Seriously, I hope the story came across as being somewhat
tasteful. This is my first story of this type. I left a few
unanswered questions about Kasumi. If/when I get around to Part
2, MAYBE I'll answer them...
     If anyone out there remembers the cosmic g-spot joke from
the X-files, raise your hands now ;)
     I have to thank some people;
     I thank the ever-loving Rumiko Takahashi for creating Ranma
1/2. Can you tell me why the adventures of a insensitive jerk and
a uncute tomboy are so popular?
     I thank Zaleman King for the Red shoe diaries. Something
about the character of Jake just captures my attention.
     HEY, DUCHOVENY!! How do you tape the scenes on Red Shoes and
do the X-files too?
     I thank my brother Ridgewolfe for getting me hooked on Ranma.
     Thanks to my Honey, my Baby, Francine, for being so
understanding as I was up til dawn working on this.
     And thanks to Omnedon, for posting this and being excited
about wanting to read this.
     And thanks to anyone out there who reads this and thinks
it's good.
     Questions, comments and CONSTRUCTIVE criticisms (don't waste
my time if you're just going to say I suck) can be sent to

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