A/N: I'm really surprised and overwhelmed by the number of positive reviews in the story that precludes this one! ("All The Difference") I must say, I'm really glad to know that some readers have stuck by as long as five years (!) just to read it. The new readers are equally as encouraging. I'm very happy to know that the Ryoga/Ukyo fandom is alive and thriving...I guess that's why I felt the need to write another story. (After all, who can say no to fanservice? Teehee.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma ½ or any of its characters. Just this story.

Closer

Ukyo Kuonji stared at the boy across her, who was currently wolfing down her famous shrimp okonomiyaki.

"Ryoga Hibiki is P-chan..." she thought.

"Yes, Ukyo, you've been saying that for the past half hour," said the Lost Boy with a rare roll of his eyes.

Ukyo turned red. "I didn't know I said it out loud!"

"I just...I still can't believe it, sugar," she said, brow was knitted in confusion... as if she hadn't had the chance to digest this bit of news for the past week.

Ryoga shrugged. "Well, we all have pretty weird lives, if you ask me."

"Fair point," Ukyo concurred with a sigh. She just couldn't believe that a week ago, she was bawling her eyes out to a black piglet who turned out to be her ex-fiancee's rival.

Now that said rival opened up his deepest, darkest secret to her, she didn't know what to make of it.

"Well, it's not like I didn't do some disclosure myself as well..." she thought wryly.

Then she cringed, remembering.

"Isn't it weird that we know all these things about each other?!" she blurted out loud.

Ryoga gave a start as he finished off his okonomiyaki, leaving bits of it spurting out of his mouth and onto the table.

"W-well, it is sorta weird..." he said, scratching the back of his head. "But we're already here now, and there's no turning back."

Ukyo blinked. Hard. "It's just really unsettling that we used to be just comrades in breaking people up, and now here we are, utterly transparent to each other."

Ryoga gave another shrugged. "If anything, we're, I dunno..." The Lost Boy turned red.

"What? What is it?" Ukyo prodded him, with a matching chopstick to his arm.

"Uh..." Ryoga gulped. "We're..." He coughed.

"Spit it out, or I swear it's not just my okonomiyaki that'll be spurting out of your mouth," she said menacingly.

"...Closer?"

This time, it was Ukyo's turn to cough.

A/N: Hooray! That's Chapter 1 up of this thing which has yet to find a concrete and stable direction in terms of writing...haha. I'm really leaning towards getting them together, of course, but the question is, HOW?

Stay tuned! (I hope it won't take another five years for me to conclude this one!)