Since so many people are now requesting this story, I decided to post it
on the FFML for everyone.  ;)  

Sincerely,

Megane 6.7



Subject: 
             [FFML] [FFML][R1/2] Quid Pro Quo
 Resent-Date: 
             Fri, 25 Apr 1997 15:00:44 -0400
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             fanfic@fanfic.com
       Date: 
             Fri, 25 Apr 1997 14:11:14 GMT
       From: 
             BRETT J DE_JESUS <deje0002@itlabs.umn.edu>
         To: 
             fanfic@fanfic.com


Disclaimers:  No, these aren't my characters.  You all know whose they
are. This is a serious work of fiction about a serious subject.  I felt
the need to present it in a serious light, and hope I didn't offend
anyone. Adult themes enclosed.  Ranma is a bit OOC, but hey, live with
it.

                        Ranma and Kasumi: Quid Pro Quo
                                    by
                              Brett de Jesus

        Ranma stood by the koi pond, practicing his stances.  Flipping
from rock to rock, he took up several different poses, threw a couple
punches and kicks, and then moved to another rock, another pose, and
another combo.

	Being early in the morning, and with both fathers off trying to bury
Happosai, Ranma was alone in the house with the three Tendo sisters. 
Looking inside, he saw Kasumi at work in the kitchen, practicing her
obento skills.
        
	Her attention seemed as focused as Kasumi normally got, but what
Ranma saw and what Ranma felt seeing this were two different things.  He
really didn't know much about the eldest sister, and hadn't initiated
any way of getting to know her.  She had the image of a perfect motherly
influence, and seemed unaffected by everything.  The shock of losing her
mother must have really affected her, but he wondered if that was all.
        
	He walked inside, fully awake and invigorated and stood by the
kitchen entryway.  "'Morning, Kasumi." 

	"Good morning, Ranma," she replied over her shoulder.
        "Do you need any help with anything?" he offered.
        "No, thank you, Ranma.  I'm not doing anything important."  She 
continued her work on designing another obento.
        He paused, watching her hands deliberate motions before going
away.

        Later, Akane and Nabiki had gone out shopping, and Ranma was
unusually not hungry.  Walking by the dining room, he saw Kasumi going
through the motions of a tea ceremony.
        He sat down opposite her and watched her perform it flawlessly. 
He smiled at her weakly, and waited until she was done, and starting to
clean up. "Kasumi, is everything all right?"
        
	"What ever do you mean, Ranma?  Everything is fine.  No fiances
you don't know about, no monsters demanding your attention, and no
parties coming up that I don't know about."
        
	"No, Kasumi.  Is everything all right with you?  I mean, we all
come to you with our problems, I was just wondering if you had any?"
        
	Her face seemed to pause a moment longer than was typical, and
her hands stopped their motion for a moment.  "No, Ranma.  I don't have
any problems, really."  She didn't make eye contact, nor did she seem as
cheerful as normal.
        
	Ranma looked at her closely, noting the fracture in her facade.
"Kasumi, who did you get to talk to about your mother's death?"
        "Well, both Akane and Nabiki were supportive, as was father..."
        "Not the way I heard it.  I heard that you supported all of
them.  Who did you turn to?"
        She looked at him, her emotions present, though not
uncontrolled. "I had the memory of my mother, and I felt better helping
everyone else."
        "And you were comfortable with that?"
        "I had no choice.  If our family was to survive, someone had to
be strong, and no one else could.  Mother talked to me, gave me strength
to take care of the household in her place."  She was definite in her
answer, though was a little shaken at the memories coming back to her.
        "I'm sorry I brought it up."  He put a hand over hers, "I just
thought you seemed so sad sometimes.  Do you ever feel really sad?"
        She looked at the the teapot and accessories for the ceremony,
in a far-away stare, "Sometimes, but then I see that I belong here and
am needed to
keep the family going."
        "Yes, you do that well.  I just don't want you to think that you
can't
go to anyone.  When I was on the road with Pop, the once or twice I went
to
him with anything, he'd just comment on it as a weakness, and since
then, I
didn't go to him for anything.  I'd like it if you would talk to me, or
someone else, just so you don't have to keep it bottled up.  I won't
tell
anyone else if you don't want me to, I promise."
        She looked at him, "That's sweet, but I don't think I really
have
anything to tell."
        "So then nothing has happened since your mother's death?" he
pried
further.
        She seemed rather shaken now, all of her strength was gone.  Her
hands went to rearranging the teacups, but Ranma's stopped hers.
        "Please, Kasumi.  It doesn't help to keep it inside."
        She didn't say a word, unwilling to lose the impecable image she
had
maintained all these years.
        In the most serious tone, Ranma posed a most specific question.
"Kasumi, when were you raped?"  His monotone question was the only thing
that
echoed for a few minutes in Kasumi's mind.
        "Wha- How...?" Kasumi stammered.
        "I wasn't sure, but of all the things in the world, I wanted to
start
at the worst.  I'm sorry it had to be that."
        She looked at him, tears streaming from her eyes, her world
breaking
apart.  After a final moment of imaginary support, she put her face into
her
hands.
        Ranma moved around beside her, "I'm so sorry, Kasumi."  She let
her
tears fall, though kept herself from sobbing aloud.  He held her close,
hoping
that he did the right thing.
        After several minutes, she pulled away.  "I'm sorry, Ranma.  I 
appreciate what you are trying to do, but you really wouldn't
understand..."
        He looked at her sternly, "No, Kasumi, you don't really
understand.
You aren't the only victim in the household..."
        "Ranma..."
        "I told you, I couldn't go to my father, and my mother would
have to
understand the curse if I told her, and of all of you, I'd only really
feel
comfortable telling you.  I could see it in your eyes, the way you
moved, and
everything about you.  Kasumi, it's a pain that I got over eventually,
and I
want to help you get past it as well."  Tears formed in Ranma's eyes as
well.
        "Ranma, I'm so sorry."  She hugged him close.
        "Please, Kasumi, tell me something, anything.  You have to let
someone know.  It's too great a burden to carry alone."
        "Oh, Ranma, it was horrible.  I-It was during my junior year at
Furinkan...  I was in a chemistry class and had a partner assigned to
me, and
he seemed so nice at the start..."  She developed a distant look again,
right
over Ranma's shoulder.  "Near the end of the year, he asked me to a
dance,
and I said 'no'.  He seemed only a little disappointed, but a week
later, I
found out why.  During the time of the dance, he left early, and found
me
at the library.  He was a little drunk, and with everyone else at the
dance,
the library was pretty empty.  I was in a study room and he had locked
the
door."
        "You don't need to tell me any more, Kasumi."  He stroked her
hair.
        "No, I really do.  After he was done with me, I was crying, and
my
dress was torn.  He left me his sweatshirt, and I had to wear it, or
else
anyone could have seen what had happened."
        "And you didn't tell anyone, did you."
        "No.  Everyone else just thought I had a boyfriend when I wore
that
sweatshirt home, and I burned everything I wore that night."
        "What happened to the guy?"
        "All through my senior year, he kept on asking me out.  I
ignored him
and ran away any time I saw him.  I never went out with any boys after
that
one night.  I wasn't sure if he told anyone, because I got some strange
looks
from some people.  After I graduated, I decided not to take any tests. 
I 
didn't want to go to college and risk ever seeing him again.  I saw that
the 
house and family needed me more than I wanted to go out."  She had
calmed 
down, and had clumps of Ranma's shirt in her fists.
        "I'm sorry you had to go through this."  He took her hands in
his and
let her squeeze as hard as she could.
        Kasumi had gathered herself together before asking, "How about
you,
Ranma?"  She noticed the strain on his face.
        "I guess you deserve to know.  It was in China, and we were
looking
for some supper.  Being broke, it was hard to get meals, so we had
resorted
to begging.  Also, being broke, it was hard to get hot water, so I was a
girl
much of the time.  Pop was off in a forest eating bamboo, while I was in
the
city.  Usually, after a couple hours, someone would stop and buy me
supper,
since I didn't look that bad.  Anyways, once, a guy offered me some
food, and
I never had a second thought about it, until I was in a dark alleyway
behind
a restraunt.  I was too hungry to fight, and it happened so fast.  A
waiter
saw me on the ground, and I thought it was going to get better.  He was
worse
than the first.  Of the few words I knew in chinese, 'food' was the one
that
he understood and actually got right.  I thought I knew the word for
'no'
but I just figured that I was saying it wrong."
        "Oh, Ranma.  That's terrible."  She hugged him close again.
        "That's why I intend to be the best martial artist in the world,
because no one can misunderstand a fist in the face."  He seemed to
flare with
anger.
        "Thank you for confiding in me, Ranma.  I won't tell anyone." 
She had
reacquired some of her strength.  Her demeanor calmed him somewhat.
        "Me, neither.  Thanks for trusting me."  He gave her a kiss on
the
cheek, and brushed away another tear.
        Hearing footsteps on the front walk, Kasumi swept up the tray
with
the tea ceremony setting, and pulled Ranma with her into the kitchen.
        Akane and Nabiki found Ranma and Kasumi in the kitchen cutting
onions.

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