Note: I do not own Ranma 1/2. I just enjoy playing with other people's stuff.
Deforuto
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He lay there unmoving. He didn't think he could move even if he wanted to. His body felt leaden. His eyesight was blurred. When he was like this even breathing held its difficulties.
But for the moment he was free.
Away from the fiancée mess. Away from everyone's impossible expectations. Away from the glares and cold shoulders.
Away from the people with closed ears.
Here he was free.
He didn't need to worry about how to act. Or what to say. Or what exactly it was that people wanted from him.
He could just be.
He didn't need to think about how to apologize to Akane for whatever had gotten her mad this time. He didn't need to think of how he would tell Shampoo that he would be the one to stain her honor. He didn't need to think about how to explain to his childhood friend that he would never think of her in 'that' way.
He had no responsibility.
He didn't have to fight for someone's misplaced grudge. He didn't have to be 'a man among men'. He didn't have to get married at sixteen.
He was safe.
He didn't need to worry about the next time someone would touch him. Hurt him. Use him.
In this prone position he had more power over his life then any other time.
He was free.
But as always his freedom would only last so long.
Like a machine starting up. First his fingers twitched. Then his toes wiggled. Then his eyes became alert and his head slightly rose off the ground. He lay there for a moment more as a look of confusion fell upon his face. He slowly stood up and shook his head slightly. After looking around his surroundings for a few seconds he began to brush off the dust on his clothing.
"Man. This has been happening a lot lately. Where am I?...(damn, I'm beginning to sound like Ryoga.) Maybe I should ask someone about it? Nah. They wouldn't listen anyway. Or they'd use it against me. Just gotta hope no one finds out."
And with that the young martial artist began to walk in what looked like the right direction. A smile began to fill his face as he thought about Kasumi's cooking and training in the Tendo Dojo.
Though he wasn't quite sure why each step seemed so painful.
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