A bid for freedom

Prologue

The young woman stood quietly in the kitchen, dressed as usual in a housedress and apron, preparing breakfast for her family. In her mind however, she was alternating between cursing the fat pervert who had enslaved her to his will, and rejoicing that today she would be free of him. All that was needed was to wait for the right moment, never letting him know that the cursed potion had worn off early.

"Breakfast!" she called, as she set the table with her fake smile in place. Her family all rushed to the table, eager to partake of her excellent food. Her father, the Coward, never seeing what was wrong. Her younger sisters, one obsessed with money and never seeing the damage she caused to herself or those around her, and the other almost constantly angry about something. Her Warrior, looking at her with worry in his eyes, an unknowing victim himself. And finally, her tormentor, not caring about anything but his own comforts. The Pervert was away on some trip. By the time he returned, her Warrior would be ready to stop him.

'Patience,' she thought to herself, 'you have only one chance at this. Then you can make him pay for what he has done to everyone.'

All too soon, breakfast was finished, her sisters almost dragging her Warrior out the door to get to school. 'Five minutes. Just need to keep up the act for five more minutes, then the plan begins.'

The phone rings, and she smiles. 'It begins.'

"Hello?"

"Mr. Sato, I'm glad you called. Father was most upset that your last bottle of sake was not up to your usual quality."

"You will? Thank you very much. I'll tell them right away. Have a good day."

Another, much more genuine smile as she hangs up the phone. "Father, Mr. Saotome? That was Mr. Sato on the phone. He wishes to apologise for the poor quality sake that you were served last night, and has asked that you visit him now for a free bottle."

The Coward and her tormentor stop their game of shogi immediately, say a quick goodbye, and leave at top speed for their favourite bar.

She breathes a sigh of relief, and walks into the kitchen to retrieve a vial of that cursed potion. Her Warrior will need to give it to either Doctor Tofu or that nice Amazon Elder, so that they will be able to help.

A small attack of dizziness hits her, and she realises that her tormentor was not lying – too long without the potion would be bad, if not fatal. 'Time to find my Warrior, to let him set me free so that I can set him free also.'

She hurriedly closes up the house, and sets off running to Furinkan High School. Hopefully he hasn't gone inside yet.

Reaching the gates, breathing heavily, she searches frantically for him.

"RANMA!" she calls. Little black spots are appearing in her vision. She won't be able to stay awake much longer, and she has so much to tell him.

"RANMA!" she calls again. And there he is. Her Warrior. She hears him call her name, concern for her plain for all to hear.

She collapses into his arms. Everything is fading, but she must tell him. As she presses the vial into his hand, she says "Help me Ranma… Your father… cursed potion."

As blackness claims her, she hears him still calling her name "Kasumi!"

A/N This is my first 'published' work, and is the prologue for a dark miniseries, involving the last idea (as of 28/11/2008) on my profile. Before the Kasumi fans start calling for my head, be aware that I rather like Kasumi myself, this idea just wouldn't leave me alone until I'd typed at least this much.

Be aware, this is not and will never be a lemon. Very evil things have happened to both Ranma and Kasumi 'off camera', and now a few things need to be decided. To decide: is the potion curable? And who supplied it to Genma?

The potion is an Enslavement potion that makes the person it is fed to totally dependant on it – too long without a dose and the person dies. Also they are enslaved by the person who fed them the last dose, not the first. I have a few ideas for other effects. This is why it's an M rated fic.

Oh, if anyone thinks they can do a better job with this, or wants to take over, send a message to let me know. If I think you can, then I'll send you the other ideas I have for it. Same with any of my other ideas.