Don't own Ranma ½.
Prologue
I hate rainy days.
Said duck-look-alike would have said this aloud…but didn't particularly like the sound of his 'voice' at instances like this…so instead thought this in his mind. A litany, since the day he'd fallen into the 'spring of drowned duck'.
A flash of red bolted by him, followed closely by a tiny one of purplish shade. It would seem that Shampoo was- yet again- pursuing Ranma. Another reason, he reminded himself, that he was leaving. Because maybe a break in seeing this daily would make it so he'd realize the truth- that she didn't want him. Not up to now, more than likely never. So, he'd go, and make it somewhat easier on himself, at least.
The sun looked like it was coming out, he'd go seek out hot water, get his bag, and leave.
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"Mousse? Silly Mousse, come to Shampoo!"
She rapped on the door, yet again, to the same response. Nothing.
She turned the knob, and the door swung open with no complaints from inside occupants. And now, she saw why- there was no inside occupant.
The room was emptied of everything, from what Mousse had brought with him, to what he'd gotten from all of them.
All gone. Which meant one thing- he'd left.
Her mind told her she should be happy, but a nagging feeling was telling her elsewise.