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"All I need is my one star in the sky, to wish for you every day."~~Unknown
Wish
He sat on the roof, a usual meditative place for him. When he was stressed, which was often, or worried, which was often, or when he was just trying to relax, which was also often, he sat in the cool air of the night, staring at twinkling lights from above that reminded him too much a particular person.
Tonight was one of those nights. He was trying to be at peace. He had given up on homework hours before, worked out, and showered, so now he was just letting time tick away, allowing the crickets and occasional bird coo to lull him to sleep.
He was half way there when she appeared.
He didn't sense her, his mind slightly groggy, so when she placed a warm hand on his shoulder, he jumped, yelped, and instantly fell in to a fighting stance.
He expected Ryoga, or Happosai, Shampoo or some other darn stupid enemy after his neck, but what he met was quite the opposite.
She was wrapped in a blanket, a thermos in one hand, and two, he noticed, cups in the other.
Her eyes regarded him mischievously. "Little jumpy, aren't you?" she said as he relaxed surprisingly more than he had when he was alone, yet another tension set in at the sight of her.
She was in her pajamas, her hair damp looking. He frowned at that.
"What are you doing here? Did you just get out of the bath?"
Her eyes widened slightly and the mischief grew. "How do you know that? Were you spying on me?"
His pulse skyrocketed and his face was proof of that. It turned red, and in his head he thought he was glowing in the dark.
"NO! I…I just…."
She laughed joyously at his embarrassment, which was great, and he tried to glare at her, but the happiness that radiated from her was just too much for him. His lips quirked, the muscles in his face not at all listening to him.
She sat, her laughter dying down to a soft chuckle, and he instantly missed it. He stared at her perplexed, really wondering what the tomboy was thinking. He could see droplets of water in her hair, and he was immediately worried.
"You're gonna get sick, you dope," he said indifferently, or tried to sound like it anyway.
She turned and frowned at him. "I'm fine. What is it? Do you want me to leave?"
He averted his eyes, not trusting himself. "Well, I'm not gonna take care of you if you do get sick…" Such a lie.
She grinned at him. "I'm a tomboy, remember? I can take care of myself."
He snorted loudly and sat, acting gruff next to her. He wondered what she could possibly want. The day had gone smoothly, a rare occasion, they had not fought, even bickered, except when he launched P-Chan out the window after the pig attempted to take a bath with his fiancée. Ranma growled at the memory. Seriously! What a pervert….
He pushed those feeling away, wisely choosing to live in the here and now. And the here and now was Akane sitting next to him, without a reason, or so he hoped, and a peace and relaxation settled over him. It was strange; this kind of peace, yet with the calming lull of her presence there was a certain strain, because if there was one person that kept Ranma Saotome on his toes it is Akane Tendo. He didn't mind. That was one of the reasons that he….well liked her. He'd be bored if he married someone that was at his beck and call and didn't challenge him every second of the day.
He stopped his thinking right there.
Married.
He thought it. It was in his head! He swallowed hard and sneaked a glance at her, as if somehow she would know what he was thinking. It felt like that sometimes…..
But no, she was wrapped up in the blanket, only socked feet poking out, which were wiggly constantly. Her hair flowed around her head, and her eyes reflected the stars ten times brighter then the sky above them.
He suddenly couldn't look away. She was so close to him, yet so unreachable. He wanted so much to touch her, just feel her warm skin; silk beneath his fingers. It was a throbbing in his chest, competing with his heart, a want trampling over every coherent thought, and fueling his body with adrenaline.
She turned, and he fought with his body, a real battle, to turn away from her.
She noticed. "Ranma? Are you all right?"
He nodded, his head still fighting that impulse in his heart.
"Well, um….anyways Kasumi sent some hot chocolate to us. Don't worry, I didn't make it…."
She took out the cups, opened the thermos and poured out steaming liquid, which smelled delicious. She gave him his first, and as she handed it to him, for one split glorious second, their fingers touched, and she was warm as always, and soft.
Ranma shook his head, flinging away thoughts that would certainly lead him to trouble. He mumbled a quick, "Thanks" and she responded with a smile. That smile.
It was quiet, and now Ranma was feeling a little hot and bothered.
And he was still wondering what she was doing here. So he asked.
"What are you doing here?"
She looked at him, frowning just a bit, "This is my house, isn't it? I can go to the roof if I want to, Ranma," she said flatly. He stared at her. Really, that was her answer?
He suddenly grinned, Remembering a little, but very important detail. "Then why'd you bring two cups?"
She straightened, and gave him a confused look. "What?"
He gestured to the cup in his hand, then to the one in hers, "Two cups, for two people. You knew I was up here!" He grinned, feeling proud of his detective skills.
She abruptly turned away, and it dawned on him what he just figured out on his own. She wanted to spend time with him? But, why? A part of his brain, a part that wasn't seen much, rose up and began stomping on that question. Who cares why! She probably doesn't want to, now! Now that you think you got her all figured out!! Ranma gulped at the thought. "Um..I mean.." He was, as usual, at a loss for words.
She was still looking away from him, and he felt her happiness that she shone fully a few minutes before wither and die by his hand. Damnit! Could he do nothing right? Why did he do this to her?
He heard her sigh, and he swallowed hard, gaining courage, "Hey…Akane..?"
"I just…I…wanted to thank you." He inhaled cool air as he met her eyes, a deep brown that was brighter than anything he had seen. A blush was held on her cheeks, and her lips graced him with an easy smile, and he watched as she continued speaking, "I want to thank you for…um…you know, the other day. On the roof…I…..um…..I needed that."
He nodded briefly, a warmth spreading through his body at her words. Then his lips came to life and he smiled.
The wind picked up around them, and a tendril of air ran through her hair, swaying in front of her face, blocking her eyes from him and his hand almost jumped into action. He wanted to brush it away, yet feel it at the same time…and from who knows where courage spurred him, and he reached out, and tenderly, gently swept her hair out of her eyes. It was feather light and so soft.
Then her eyes came to view again. They were lit, brighter than a thousand suns, and he wondered how she could be so beautiful.
"Thanks…Ranma."
Then it was quiet, and he lowered his hand to his side, and turned to the sky. She also looked up, and all was still.
He was drowning in this bubbling happiness. And he never wanted it to end. He glanced at her hand, which was tucked in her lap. Maybe…
Then there was a flurry of motion, and then her hand was clutching his. He looked up at her startled. She wasn't looking at him, but into the night, pointing to something. "Did you see it? A shooting star!!" her face was lit and excited as she turned to him, her beautiful smiling face bathed him in light as she asked, "What do you wish for, Ranma?"
Wish
He knew what he wanted…
What he wished for
And if wishing on a star would make that come true, then he wished on every star in the sky…
Wish
"I don't fear for my life, I fear for you, because you are my life"~~ Dante A. Misiago
Fear
Everyday was a gift. Time was ticking for him. For him being with her. And his fear, his greatest fear was that she would lay in his arms again, and he would call and call and call, and this time she wouldn't open her eyes and smile at him. That she wouldn't say his name ever again, or frown at him. That she would never again give him that smile that made his heart dance in his chest.
That she would slip from his fingers.
That one day she would disappear, and take his heart, his life, with her.
Fear.
That is what he feared. More then enemies, and chaos, cats. He feared…
Fear
Life without her.
Hey!
Two things, well three,
First, THANK YOU!!!!! 44 Reviews!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay now the real stuff. We now hit chapter nine!! YAY! We are now official half way through this um……story? (What is it called if there is no plot line???) I have eighteen original chapters, so we are at the half way mark. I am sooooo excited!!!!!! Secondly, I'm taking a trip in Jan. so there will be no updates during that time!!! Please forgive me!!!!!! A whole month!!! I Know!! (Please put your pitchforks and torches away…O_o) But I will be back and I must tell you that I have several stories that will be up and ready to blast off at you when I return!!! (To view future stories refer to my profile page) So, don't be mad!!! Or murderous….
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~~DipuC
A.N: Regarding that email I got, YES!!!!!!!!
