I guess what I like love is... it could happen in any way; so far we still don't know what love is, cannot explain it with words well, and sometimes we cannot even discern if we are truly in love, what it is at the end? There's so many paths to love and deception, what could happen behind those doors, can you tell me how it is Ryoga? To be loved at least? To fight for love and to die for it? What does your door tells you? I want to know, I want to understand, I want to feel it, let's make this journey together.

Open the first door.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Ranma 1/2 or any character, neither the song and the lyrics.

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Iris

Soft, immaculate skin was under his fingers, the warm in it made him feel relaxed at night; her body was so majestic to simply see in action, moving, jumping, fighting, even the simple action of walking was something to behold; the soft curves of her body was a magnet for many men, but it was in fighting when he was able to see the true magic of her body.

But maybe there was no better way to see it than when they were like that, quiet in the night, no fighting, just resting, one holding the other; an action none of them had in their lives, a gesture that went silent between both.

Soft mounds of flesh that were in that same moment pressing against his own chest while Ryoga was reclining against the wall, her head under his chin, his arms around her protectively and somehow possessive, a blanket the only fabric they needed now, they just didn't needed words.

Why? Because they knew a simple word could shatter the peace both needed in their lives, because one word could make the guilt return at full force, the guilt of the lies they said to other people, the lies of their own lives, but now, for Ryoga and Ranma, the world between those four walls, that blanket and that moon was al the world they needed, while both silently prayed for the moon to stay there, for eternal night and eternal peace, for eternal love.

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am