Ragna could not stand it anymore. The suspense, the tension, the silence, the boredom, the stillness, the anticipation, the wait, the depression, the suspense, everything! Why did he had to feel this unnecessary emotion, of all times, in this peaceful week?! It was something unexplainable, and no matter how much he ignored the annoyance of this feeling, it just kept getting stronger and stronger each day. Frustrating enough, Christmas Day was coming soon. The sudden thought of him greeting strangers he didn't give a shit about, giving gifts that cost a fortune for his standards, and worst of all, the ear-piercing carols people had to sing every single time!

Ragna roughly scratched his hair from extreme frustration. He couldn't care less at his dismay about Christmas. What he need to stop bothering was this foreign feelings that kept bursting inside his chest. Why? Why did he fell for her? Why did it had to be her? He shook his head as an answer. The man seriously had no clue why. She was the bitch of the bitch, very tough as a book, and she had the cunning to outwit the weak. He may not admit it out loud, but he did look up to her as some kind of a booster to push forward. When he was on the losing edge, he sometimes think of their frustrating banter toward each other, and thought, why would he give up when he does not when confronting her?

Yeah, that might be it. The reason why. Calming his nerves, taking several deep breaths to ease his mind, he just... think.

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"This is dumb as shit." He muttered to nobody. Why would he even bother to think of a reason why? It was useless and would not give him anything at all. He would just be wasting time over nothing... or not. Gah, he didn't know anymore!

Tsk. Another shook of a head, another routine of taking deep breaths, and concentration. Observation. He need to make his brain works if he wanted to beat her on the battle of wits one day! Get back to concentration, self! Observation... and analysis. That woman could analyze even the smallest of things. He had to exercise that part. Now, as a practice. What should he analyze... Ah, why the bugging annoying crap of a feeling! Perfect.

"I should probably think on a quiet place where I can fully focus on what I'm trying to think." Resting his chin on his fist, he idly stare at the ground. The library was the best choice.

Ragna's brows furrowed as he deeply scowled. "And definitely not THAT library. I rather stay at the sewers than breathe the air inside of that place!"

The man let out a grim chuckle. Talk about being too rough for a rather normal day. Mindless dallying aside, he manage to move his lazy ass off the grassy field and took off to the library.

Ragna was busy scanning the title of the books that were arranged neatly on the bookshelf. Most of them were creeping the man out for how creepy the title of the books were. Gah, he really need to hurry this crappy search up. What he needed was to get some help on how to deal with these shitty softy feelings for the woman, and he rather NOT talk to people he knows about it. More searching, more frustration. Come on, Ragna, practically every book will say the same corny-ass advice, just pick a random one. Grumbling gibberish under his breath, he picked out a red-leather book that was only labeled as "Signs of...". Pretty cryptic title, just like the advises that bunny leech give to him.

Heading back to his seat, which was far away from the people, he laid the book down on the table and sat down on the chair. Okay, it was just a simple book, with a basic advice so he could somehow make a move or pretend it did not exist. Calm down, Ragna. It did not belong to that bastard Terumi. It was just a plain, old book that will help you grasp the situation. There was no need to worry.

Ragna flipped the first few pages until he saw the table of contents inside. Weird thing was that every title of the topic starts with the actual title of the book. Redundant much? Shaking off his head, he flipped the pages until he got to the part he so desperate to read. Signs of having a soul mate.

A... soul mate? What? Ragna flipped the pages back on the table of contents and read the brief summary on the topic.

Signs of... Romance.

Love varies. Love is indeed blind. Love accepts. Love understands. The end.

The man repeatedly banged his face on the table. He was starting to regret picking up this book and just get another one, even if it had a shitty title on it, just to get over it. He recovered from his breakdown and straightened himself as he fixed his hair and calmed his nerves. He just need to stick with this now. Ragna did not want to dive into that bookshelf again just to read those haunting words again. Okay, a book was better than talking with a human being. The book was quiet and straight to the point, no more idle bullshit to waste his time. He just had to move along and read.

A soul mate does not have to be your mirrored self. A soul mate may be your future acquaintance, your best friend or someone who you hang out the most. It's that one person who knows you a lot, and accepts you for who you are. That person may be also the one who pushed you to become who you are now, if it's for a good cause. Also, no matter what happened to you, your soul mate will stay by your side. That person will never leave you alone to rot alone. And maybe... just maybe... you'll cherish that person's company.

If I happen to struck you all with that paragraph, then that means case closed. Go get a move on, tiger. The actual decision lies to you. You, the reader, are different. I cannot give you one advice and stick with it. I know most of you will disagree. So I rather leave you with two choices. The first one is pretending these feelings do not exists at all just to keep your relationship stable and possibly destroy it if you, indeed, made a move to prove that you feel something more. For the other option, act natural! No more cliché shit in here! Do what you have to do. Act as yourself, do not pretend to be someone else just to get that person's attention. You two are indeed a soul mate. And as I have stated earlier, a soul mate accepts who you truly are, so... go!

Ragna was amazed at how this book was not into bullshit quotes about love and actually gives a proper solution. Take a risk, or never get to that zone? He wondered, what would he chose? He doubt the rabbit even see him as someone worthy to date, or even marry. He was rude, stubborn, and was not into formalities. But what had the author's opinion, as he thought, about soul mate made him realize something. Why did Rachel kept staying by his side, despite being the most frustrating guy to be with? The man firmly believed that she hated his guts, with their constant arguments and smack-talks, but why did she kept staying? Why did that rabbit kept helping him, despite the cryptic tips she shared to him? Were they, somehow... soul mates all along?

Bullshit. Or not. Gah! He was losing his mind! Was this the one of the things you had to endure when you're in love?!

A/N: Back to this pairing again. Unlike my major works, this will be a short chapter series. Updates will vary since of so many things to do on my end.