+YAY! I finally defeated the nasty enemy, Writer's Block! Never again shall I fall victim to its grasps… Well… maybe not for this story since I got most of the chapters written. I was just stuck on Chapter three. Damn the vile creature known as Writer's Block, curse it! Anywho, please read and review! No flames! Thank you!+
+Disclaimer: You pretty much know it already. I don't own the Ranma ½ Characters but I do OWN Okashi. I also don't own two or three other characters. I borrowed them from my friends. They will be appearing soon I hope.+
Chapter Three
Okashi's head popped up as she heard the round of knocks on the door. She looked around, wondering who was going to get it. "Where is everyone?" Her brain began to process the answer. Well, lets see. Ranma and Akane are out at the market getting stuff for dinner, Kasumi went to visit Doctor Tofu I believe and Mr. Tendo and Uncle Genma are busy doing god knows what. So that leaves you to deal with the door. "Yipee..."
Another round of knocks sounded.
"Coming!" She stood up and walked to the door, adjusting her shirt on the way. She slowly opened it, peering outside cautiously. Ryoga stared at her with slight confusion.
"Uh… hello."
She raised an eyebrow, already annoyed. "Yes?"
"Is Ranma home?"
"Nope"
"Oh. Is Akane?"
"Nope."
"Oh…" He looked down at his feet, thinking for a moment, then looked back at her. "You're Okashi, aren't you?"
She narrowed her eyes at him. "How do you know about me?"
"Ranma told me a lot about you."
"Funny. He didn't mention a thing about someone like you. Well it was great talking to you, who ever you are…"
"Oh. Ryoga. Ryoga Hibiki."
Her eyes went a little wide at the mention of his name. "Y-you're Ryoga?"
"So you have heard of me?"
"Yeah! You're the freaking
psychopath that's hunting down my cousin."
"What?"
"Goodbye." She began to shut the
door, Ryoga stood there, trying to process everything. Psychopath?
"Okashi, wait." The door paused.
"What?"
"Could I come in and wait for them?"
"WHAT?!"
"Please?"
"Hell no! They should be back in 10 to 15 minutes. Come back then."
"But if Ranma really has told you about me than you should know about my… sense of direction. I won't be able to make it back in that time."
The door opened a little, Okashi's head poked out. "Aren't you a martial artist?"
"Yes."
"Than why the hell are you telling me one of your weaknesses?"
Ryoga stared at her, blinking. "Uh…"
"Ok. Let me get this straight, Ryoga. You're a martial artist," he nodded. "You fight with not only your fists but with a battle umbrella and bandanas," he nodded again. "You have a losy sense of direction…" A slight growl came from his throat but he nodded. "And you're out to kill my cousin because of some bread feud."
"Yes- NO!" Okashi grinned. She
loved doing that to people.
"There's a bench over there,"
she pointed behind him. "Go sit down and stay there. They should be home soon.
Good-bye Ryoga." She closed the door before he could respond.
"Ok…" He turned around, spotted the bench and walked over to it. He placed down his pack next to it while he sat down. His shoulders slumped sadly as he stared at the ground, thinking.
"Ryoga?"
"Huh?" He looked up to see Kasumi staring down at him, a slight puzzled look plastered on her face.
"What are you doing sitting on the bench?"
"Oh. Okashi wouldn't let me come in. I suppose I don't blame her much. She doesn't know me."
Kasumi smiled at him. "I guess you're right. Would you like to come in, Ryoga? I'll make us some tea."
"That would be great," Ryoga replied, smiling back. He stood up, picked up his pack and followed her in.
"Welcome home, Kasumi! Oh… it's you. What are you doing in here?"
A hurt expression appeared on his face.
"Okashi, that's not nice to say
to our friend."
"Friend?"
"Yes, friend. Now, why don't you two go sit down in the living room and I'll make us some tea."
"Ok," the two choired. Okashi walked over to the couch and sat down.
"You can sit on the floor or in that chair. You are not sitting on this couch with me."
He nodded and put down his pack next to the couch. She watched him sit down on the floor. Shaking her head, she turned on the T.V. She heard a sigh and looked over at him. He looks so… sad. Guilt began to nag at her. He doesn't look… that dangerous. But Ranma isn't here. I wonder if he really is psychotic. He doesn't really appear it. Maybe… maybe I was wrong…
"The tea is ready. Ryoga? What are you doing on the floor?"
"I wanted to sit here." Kasumi nodded and placed the tray of cups on the table. They each grabbed a cup.
"So, Ryoga, where did you go? We haven't seen you in a
while."
Okashi listened to the conversation with some interest.