Ranma looked at that yellow clad boy walking down the street, his face seemed to clench like a fist at seeing the Chinese-clothed martial artist and his hand jabbed forward and his forefinger protruded in a way and seemed to threaten Ranma.
"What do you want Ryoga?' Ranma asked in a dead calm voice.
"I just came from the dojo and..." Ryoga said.
"And what?" Ranma asked, narrowing his eyes at him.
"And Kasumi asked me to pick up some leeks but I couldn't find the shop she mentioned, so I spotted you and thought to ask you'" he said giving him a fanged tooth grin.
"That's it?" he asked in a voice that sounded vaguely disappointed.
"That and to give you this" he said, handing him a necklace.
"What is it?" he asked him.
"It's just a silly necklace I found in China town" he said in a dismissive voice.
"But these glass beads look like the lilies I had in my bouquet on our wedding day" Ranma said.
"Shhhhhh" Ryoga said, "I know it's been a couple of years but the fiancée thing has yet to be settled and I doubt your father would be happy to learn that his daughter/son is taken. Happy anniversary, darling, he said."
Ranma felt himself go teary eyed, but did nothing but give him a slight nod, looking forward to the day they could just be together as spouses and in love. Ryoga was primarily straight but was learning to love the feel of taut male skin as well and the feeling of Ranma's loving hands on his own flesh. Their wedding night where Ryoga had made Ranma a woman was the sweetest memory of his young life. Neither felt anything really weird in their situation after all this time, they simply loved each other and were going to explore their curses to the fullest and hoped that children would come.
Ryoga seemed to soften in the twilight and looked at his husband/bride and said, "I will be back for you, mark my words and when I do the next time, I shall drag you with me to brink of hell to live with me there if that is the only way I can claim you as mine" he proclaimed and vanished into the night.
Leaving Ranma to wipe away a small tear at the confusion that kept them apart.