Disclaimers: I do not and will not ever own Ranma ½ in anything other than book form. All characters are property of Rumiko Takahashi, not myself.
Warnings: Uhm. Shounen ai, and slightly twisted at that. There may be some language, and almost definitely some lewdness. Somewhat depressing theme throughout, I think... Yeah.
Notes: Miao thank you for your reviews, it really means a lot to me to know that people are reading. I'm sorry that it's taking so long for me to do this, but I have to formulate ideas very well in my head before I can write them. Please bear with me. . . XD;; And I'll try not to start any other fics, because I have a strong urge to start a FFVII one right about now. that's what I get for playing it so much recently, despite my lack of time. Gah. . . I think it will be a struggle not to put really bad language in this chapter. That would be fun. :D;; Well, enjoy!
Denial
Ryouga stared in disbelief at the doorway the - Ranma had just walked through, wondering what had just happened. He felt - well, he didn't really feel anything for a moment, but then it all started to sink in.
That damn Ranma.
It was always his fault, always.
Ranma had done what Ryouga had thought he had in the first place - stolen things from him left and right, including love. He knew Ranma was outside, laughing, thinking what a wonderful prank he had pulled. Insensitive as always. Willing to play with someone's feelings right after a death. Spineless. Shameless. Heartless.
That damn Ranma!
Ryouga raced out the door after Ranma, grabbing his shoulders and fiercely turning him to face him, anger burning even deeper as he saw the innocent look on Ranma's face. He knew Ranma had been laughing, he knew it, and that he was keeping up this façade disgusted Ryouga. Staring hard at Ranma's face, Ryouga began to tense, edging Ranma forward in winces as he screamed in his face.
"Who the hell do you think you are?! You mess with my life, you mess with my love! Is there anything that you can't ruin for me? Why don't you just leave me the hell alone?! Did I ever ask you to follow me? Did I ask you to steal Akane, to play stupid pranks, to ruin my life?!" Ryouga, unused to expressing anger, was quickly exhausted by this outburst and could feel fierce hot tears gathering in his eyes. But he wouldn't let them; he had been tricked too many times into weakness by Ranma and his stupid ploys.
Ranma simply stared at Ryouga, who was now leaning forward with his hands on Ranma's shoulders, still staring angrily into his face, trying to convey his pure hatred simply with a glare. The only sound in the room was Ryouga's harsh breathing, dangerously close to sobbing.
Still staring into his eyes, Ranma pulled Ryouga's hands down from his shoulders, holding them gently as though they would break. "Ryouga, I'm sorry. . . I never. . ."
He trailed off there, still looking like he was going to cry, but valiantly holding back as Ryouga was. The look in his eyes was enough for Ryouga.
Just as Ryouga was about to collapse into Ranma's arms, to give in, to cry his pain out - about Akane, about Ranma, about his parents, about all the insignificant things in his life, Ranma turned, dropping his hands. "I never knew you felt that way," Ranma said, voice sounding hurt but not as much as before, and not nearly as vulnerable. "I suppose I should have expected it. I mean, what have I ever done for you?" He laughed weakly, and his voice returned to normal. "Just forget I ever said anything." With that, he walked out the door.
Ryouga, left alone with his thoughts, stood for a moment, dazed. Then, snapping out of it, he ran to his room; his empty room, filled with souvenirs and nothing else. The room that had seemed so alive when the girl was there. The room that it now hurt to be in.
Throwing himself on his bed, which still cruelly held onto the warmth of the girl that had been there moments ago, he cried himself back to sleep.
That damn Ranma.
HA HA! I could have finished it there but I didn't! I figure: more reading, more development, more fun! I hope you all agree, or you're probably gonna hate me by the end of this, if you get that far. So, ta-ta 'til next time!
