AN/ This is OC x OC (One sided) It has nothing to do with InuYasha or the fandom, I was just simply not able to find any other place where to post this. And last mails with some friends from the Drrr fandom insisted that I should share my own shit since I spoke about Shippo and Hakudoshi and these two, about my beloved Ariasu and Ryuhi.

Ehhh Still Youki is my total and complete creation, I will have to give credit to my little sister 777chelita777 who was the sole creator of Ranma (name-wise) His complex psyche is intriguing, I love I can't seem to decipher him. I will leave Ranma for you to try to unveil since all credit goes to my sister. This is completely out of my mind and Ranma's dialogue comes from my fucking sister. No its' not Rumiko's Ranma! Still, the characters are a bit undeveloped but hopefully I'll get to develop them correctly. Sorry if some of you have issues reading one-sided or unrequited love, that's what makes this two so interesting and sorry if Ranma is a bit complicated; my sister seemed to kill the couple before it even started. I got everything written or at least mapped up until chapter 3. Uhhh…this is OC so the people who don't know a fuck about what am I speaking of will probably never get it. Thank you and enjoy the angst.

Characters to unveil by creator (Some names exist in the Inuyasha fandom of course but they are our source of inspiration, we don't own the name, though in our heads they have a different design and characters soooo we do owe their essence):

-777chelita777: Ranma, Nobu, Shippo, Ariasu/Alice, Kagome, Yamato

-Batya000: Youki, Hakudoshi, Ryuhi, Sango.

FACT: My main pairing is ShippoxHakudoshi buuut if I write them, there is no angst because they are ohh-soooo in love so basically writing them gets boring to this drama-queen, I'll sometimeeeee get the courage to do so, also because my fucking sister is picky when it comes to them and I would not like to screw them. Ranma and Youki well…. Can go to hell since they haven't been developed as a relationship not even …friends, and also because I think my sister hates it and since they are from us -.- its complicated. Anyways I thought I could share a bit of our universe :) This is our world and if you like it well welcome and reviews are accepted. Sorry if I explain like if everybody knew but try to grasp the feeling.

Ages:

Youki: 15

Ranma: 17

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PROLOGUE

Youki's POV

I want what I can't have…

…and I need what I don't want.

So I finally asked him

"Why? Why won't you talk to me like before?"

Those accusing cerulean eyes were piercing my essence.

He scoffed, "I'm not particularly fond of hypocrites"

I rolled my eyes in annoyance, "Hence you are implying I am?"

"I'm confronting."

"You are inventing"

He moved his hand in circles as to show me sense "Well no? Still we can be pals I guess."

"And why would that be?"

"Told you already"

"You are making no sense." I snorted and he made a sound like those of defeat and mockery.

"And so leave it that way."

"Is it because you got her, I am not what? Good enough because she is oh-so bright to share my space?"

"Are you really going to be that low? Keep it."

"Well my best friend is simply being an asshole as if it was my fucking problem. She is still a slut and that's all I said oh-and that you won't be compatible because you happen to be a whore-man"

"Indeed" He snorted.

"Now you don't fucking care"

"I have had best enemies"

I'm done- and then silence settled up.

I rested my back against the wall and he turned his back to me.

I'm fucking done.

….

….

"Standards"

"Pardon me?" He asked and turned to face me again.

"You don't meet my standards"

He made a face of those in which I swear he could vomit and laugh, "Shit is getting honest-"

"Do you want to know why you don't meet my standards?" I interrupted and my gaze wondered through the bloodshot sky.

…

"Please enlighten me?" The mockery from his mouth was of pure mortification.

"I have an important rule:"

"Like I care"

"The very first rule would be: Never stay best friends when one of the parties is in love with the other. It won't end well."

He gasped, "How arrogant of you! I am not in love with you"

"I know" And my eyes never left his. "Isn't that what I said? Only one of us is in love, and it isn't you."

He stared at me, He seemed to wonder if his ears were working, He seemed to realize his brain was still functioning. Tentatively he appeared to do a simple task inside his head, he added two and three and he verified with horror that they still made five.

It's not a heart attack, not a terror fit, no. It's not a disease like Cancer, no. It's more like a longing for an emptiness or a meaninglessness to be filled. It's like a garden before the flowers are planted. It's like…dying young.

Though I had everything

I had nothing as well

"What?!"

You can do no wrong to me,

But to you, I am a mistake…

"You heard me."

You might think that to lose my dignity is a terrifying thing, to waste yours whilst borrowing your ears to my useless oath is even worse, you didn't lose your time anymore and turned your back at me, vanishing like thin air, being merciless; leaving my words to be wedged by my lacerating throat, Allowing my feelings to suffocate the very core of my spirit.

Sometimes I thought telling you what I was feeling would be useless; I hoped the silence between us would give you the clue. I thought.

I don't even know how that happened.

Somewhere between laughing for no reason, stupid arguments, and making fun of each other, I fell in love with you.

Day into night, sugar into salt, living to dead, gold to ashes, resolve to hesitation, hope to deception, love to abhorrence… our friendship to nothing.

That's what I came to resolve in a matter of seconds. Vital seconds that made the difference between our disjointing and our unification.

Too late I saw that maybe it was a mistake, maybe I should have taken the opportunity to agree to whichever accusation of not caring enough as a friend for him, everything should have been better, everything except telling him the damn truth.

This damn genuineness of overpowering stances, I realized too damn late when he was already gone that maybe I just intricate negatively our friendship.

I was just tired of the same hollow feeling I woke up with every time, every morning feeling neglected, lonely. Feeling him far away even though we were shoulder-touching as we laughed along the vulgarities two guys should speak of, just to follow the society surge.

Just to keep him near.

I did this just because I was exhausted of this shredding feeling I got when his lips were somewhere else, on someone else and maybe I got the delusion that with this silly confession maybe things could mend up, that maybe a future existed in the lines of hope but too late I realized that falling in love with your male best friend can be as wrong as admitting it. At least in our case it was devastating.

It was devastating because it wore me out of hope, because it pulled up a wall between us and mostly because I could finally prove myself as I always thought, that this love started being unrequited and will remain unchanged.

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A/N: Shit.