Jealousy, a ranma fanfic

Jealousy

Dark Pikachu

"What did you say to Sayuri?"

Akane Tendo looks up from her textbook to find her best friend and roommate, Ryoga Hibiki, glaring at her.

"What do you mean?" Akane deadpans, "I talk to Sayuri five or six times a day. You'll have to remind me specifically which conversation you want to know about."

"I want to know what you said to her this morning to scare her off.

Akane squints in mock confusion, which Ryoga hates because she looks so cute when she does it, "Why would I scare her off from you?"

"You tell me. I mention last night that I might want to ask her to dinner since we get along so well and next thing I know she's treating me like I have the plague."

"And you think I had something to do with it?"

"I saw the two of you talking to each other just five minutes before class starts and when I go to talk to her afterwards she makes up some excuse about needing to wash her hair and ran off."

"Well, her hair did look kind of grungy today."

"That's not the point. The point is that you scared her off and this is the second time you've done this."

"It is?"

"Yes. I mentioned last month that I thought that red-headed girl, Langley-Soryou was cute, and the next day I see you talking to her and the next thing I know she's slapping me and cursing me out in German."

"Asuka wasn't right for you, she had too much of a temper."

"How do you know, you hardly ever spoke to her until after I mentioned her."

"I knew enough about her to know she wasn't any good for you. She wasn't your type, and neither is Sayuri."

"Oh, and what exactly is my type, seeing as how you seem to know so well?"

She's standing now, almost eye level with him. "Someone who's willing to put up with your eccentricities, someone who doesn't mind when you forget to take your meds and disappear for weeks at a time, and who appreciates it when you bring her a gift from some far-off exotic land when you finally come back."

She starts rubbing his shoulders, which distracts him from the fact that he wants to be angry with her right now. "I'm going to ask her tonight. I'm going to do it."

"Who?"

"Sayuri, of course. I think if I try to talk to Asuka again she'll press charges against me."

Akane shakes her head. "You're not going to ask out Sayuri tonight. You're going to have dinner with me. We'll go to that place on 5th Street in Ryppongi, you like Italian."

"I have dinner with you every night. I want to go out to dinner with a girl who views me as more than just a friend for once. I haven't had a date in three months and I'm starting to get irritated."

She stops massaging his shoulders and starts to show the slightest hint of irritation. "Who says I view you as a friend? Maybe the reason I've been badmouthing you to every girl you show interest in for the last six weeks is because I've started feeling jealous whenever you look at another girl."

"Huh?"

"Maybe I've finally realized that I've been taking you for granted these last five years and that I should start showing some interest. But all of a sudden you start showing interest in every girl but me so I have no choice but to start acting like a jealous shrew."

She's pulling him closer, sliding one hand down to the small of his back while the other takes a firm hold of the nape of his neck.

"Akane…" Ryoga is completely lost now, long-buried desire bursting to the surface as his best friend draws him in for a deep, passionate kiss.

The kiss is like nothing he ever imagined it to be (and Lord knows he's often dreamed of kissing Akane). Akane is firm and fierce, seeming to try and devour him with her lips if that's possible. It's all Ryoga can do to hang on.

She finally releases his lips and he's panting, kissed more thoroughly than he ever thought possible.

"Italian, right?"

Akane shakes her head, "How about we get takeout instead, I want dessert in bed tonight.

FIN