I Don't Expect Love
:hey she doesn't have a disclaimer!! Get her!!
*thwack thwack thwack* Well, let's have no more of that, shall we?
*By the way, Mandarin is the only language spoken throughout the
story, so "" means in Mandarin.
I don't expect love. I really don't. Not from her. I never did.
She will always hate me. Never will she love me. Many people think
I don't know this but I'm not a fool. So why? Why do I chase after her
day after day? Why do I endure the beatings she gives me? Why do I work
for less than minimum wage? And let the old ghoul beat the crap for not
working fast enough? Because I love that beautiful purple haired Chinese
Amazon. I know she will never love me back. No matter how much
love I give her I will never receive any in return. But I do it just to be able
to see her. To see her beautiful face. I know it's not Saotome's fault she
glomps on him. I know it's not his fault she doesn't love me. So why do
I attack Saotome? Because I'm jealous. He doesn't realize how lucky he
is. To be loved by a goddess. You probably think I'm insane. For loving
someone, knowing she will never love me back, for working for less
than nothing. Maybe so. Maybe I have gone insane. But, I do it for those
little moments. Those times when it's later and the Nekohanten's closing
and I offer to finish her work for her. Sometimes she'll smile and say
thank you. The times when it's silent in the Nekohanten and she'll look at
me and give me the tiniest smile. Those are the times that I live for. Those
little moments when she seems to show a little compassion and caring for me.
No, she'll never love me but I still chase after her. I still tell her I love her.
Just for those moments.
She's out visiting her fiancée right now. I can't help but feel bitter at that.
I lie here in my tiny room in the attic waiting for her to return. Downstairs
I hear the door slam Then pounding feet on the steps. Another door slam.
Oh man. I wonder what happened. I step down the stairs ever so lightly and knock
softly on her door.
"Go away" comes the muffled reply. It sounds like she's crying. I open
the door and she's lying face down on the bed sobbing for all she's worth.
"Xian Pu," I said softly, "What's wrong?"
"Go away" she muttered.
I take a seat on the edge of her bed and grab her shoulders. I turn her
around to face me. Her face is tear-stained and her hair is messy.
"What happened?" I ask a little more forcefully this time.
Her lip trembles.
"Ranma," she whispers, "I was going to give him some ramen and I came
upon him and Akane talking. I couldn't here what they were saying but it sounded
like they were being nice to each other for once. Then they leaned close together
and... they kissed, Mu, they kissed right in front of me."
She collapses against my chest and sobs some more. Mu. She hasn't
used that childhood nickname for years. I stroke here hair and whisper
comforting words to her. I'm not stupid. I know now is not the time to be telling
her how much I love her. Now is the time to comfort her. She stops sobbing and
sits up. Straightens her hair and wipes her eyes. She looks at me and whispers
softly
"Thank you, Mu. You've always been they're for me."
Yep. These are the moments I live for, all right.
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Author's Notes: Kinda sappy, I know. Please review!! Compliment me, flame me,
I don't care. I would like to know you're honest opinion of my fanfic. Again, please review!!
:hey she doesn't have a disclaimer!! Get her!!
*thwack thwack thwack* Well, let's have no more of that, shall we?
*By the way, Mandarin is the only language spoken throughout the
story, so "" means in Mandarin.
I don't expect love. I really don't. Not from her. I never did.
She will always hate me. Never will she love me. Many people think
I don't know this but I'm not a fool. So why? Why do I chase after her
day after day? Why do I endure the beatings she gives me? Why do I work
for less than minimum wage? And let the old ghoul beat the crap for not
working fast enough? Because I love that beautiful purple haired Chinese
Amazon. I know she will never love me back. No matter how much
love I give her I will never receive any in return. But I do it just to be able
to see her. To see her beautiful face. I know it's not Saotome's fault she
glomps on him. I know it's not his fault she doesn't love me. So why do
I attack Saotome? Because I'm jealous. He doesn't realize how lucky he
is. To be loved by a goddess. You probably think I'm insane. For loving
someone, knowing she will never love me back, for working for less
than nothing. Maybe so. Maybe I have gone insane. But, I do it for those
little moments. Those times when it's later and the Nekohanten's closing
and I offer to finish her work for her. Sometimes she'll smile and say
thank you. The times when it's silent in the Nekohanten and she'll look at
me and give me the tiniest smile. Those are the times that I live for. Those
little moments when she seems to show a little compassion and caring for me.
No, she'll never love me but I still chase after her. I still tell her I love her.
Just for those moments.
She's out visiting her fiancée right now. I can't help but feel bitter at that.
I lie here in my tiny room in the attic waiting for her to return. Downstairs
I hear the door slam Then pounding feet on the steps. Another door slam.
Oh man. I wonder what happened. I step down the stairs ever so lightly and knock
softly on her door.
"Go away" comes the muffled reply. It sounds like she's crying. I open
the door and she's lying face down on the bed sobbing for all she's worth.
"Xian Pu," I said softly, "What's wrong?"
"Go away" she muttered.
I take a seat on the edge of her bed and grab her shoulders. I turn her
around to face me. Her face is tear-stained and her hair is messy.
"What happened?" I ask a little more forcefully this time.
Her lip trembles.
"Ranma," she whispers, "I was going to give him some ramen and I came
upon him and Akane talking. I couldn't here what they were saying but it sounded
like they were being nice to each other for once. Then they leaned close together
and... they kissed, Mu, they kissed right in front of me."
She collapses against my chest and sobs some more. Mu. She hasn't
used that childhood nickname for years. I stroke here hair and whisper
comforting words to her. I'm not stupid. I know now is not the time to be telling
her how much I love her. Now is the time to comfort her. She stops sobbing and
sits up. Straightens her hair and wipes her eyes. She looks at me and whispers
softly
"Thank you, Mu. You've always been they're for me."
Yep. These are the moments I live for, all right.
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Author's Notes: Kinda sappy, I know. Please review!! Compliment me, flame me,
I don't care. I would like to know you're honest opinion of my fanfic. Again, please review!!