Kenen
(worry; fear; anxiety; concern)
It had taken longer then he had expected to get back to the Tendo's. He hadn't thought he and Ryoga's fight had taken them so far away, but then with Ryoga it wasn't that improbable.
He eyebrows scrunched together. He was certain that Ryoga had gotten lost in the city though. He could have sworn he had seen Ucchans not long before they separated. The battle hadn't been so strenuous that he'd loose track of time.
Lost in thought he went through the automatic actions of walking up to the Tendo's house. After entering and switching shoes he made his way to the dinning room before he realized that dinner had probably taken place a few hours ago.
"I hope they saved something for me…" He muttered as he made his way into the kitchen.
He flinched slightly at the sight that was waiting for him. A pissed off looking Akane holding a glass of water to her lips. She looked startled for a few moments before her eyes narrowed.
"Ranma. Where have you been all day?"
"I was fighting with Ryoga. You saw us head off, remember?"
"He wondered back here a few hours after you left. Honestly, with the way you go picking on him it's a miracle he ever comes to visit at all."
Ranma had stopped paying attention to Akane as a thought began to work its way back into his head.
'If Ryoga was back here so soon, what was I doing all day?'
"Ranma! Are you listening to me?"
Ranma, now Ranma-chan, blinked in surprise at Akane who now had an empty glass.
"Hmph. Never mind. What business is it of mine if you want to go gallivanting around town with your 'cute' finances? Maybe you should go see if one of them is willing to feed a freeloader tonight. Your father already finished off your share of dinner."
With that Akane left to go do whatever she had been engaged in before the need for water had drawn her downstairs.
Ranma gave a silent sigh and took out a pot to boil some water. He should go beat up his old man for stealing his share of the food, but he wasn't feeling up to it. Hell, at the moment he didn't even feel like eating. Maybe he should go see Dr. Tofu?
Once the water was warm enough Ranma dumped it over his head and promptly returned to his masculine body. Not yet feeling like sleep, not hungry enough to try and forage for himself and (sometime during his 'conversation' with Akane the TV must have been turned on) not wanting to have to try and explain his whereabouts to anyone else today he decided the safes bet would to be to head to the dojo.
Maybe a work out would help clear his mind, or at least keep him from having to wonder.
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