LOVE LOVE Phantasy
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of Super Inventor BOY Kanipan.
Pairings: One-sided Ravioli x Kanipan, pre-canon Kanipan x Angelica.
Summary:
For Ravioli, love is a phantasy.
"Kanipan, girls can look sweet but later give you a hard time."
Ravioli never found a girl, no matter how pretty she was, who didn't cause trouble. The most important thing was to flirt with her until she okayed holding hands or doing something more exciting together, then bolt before she had the chance to push her problems onto you.
It wasn't nice. It wasn't gentle. But Ravioli found it worked out for the best.
Too bad Kanipan had it set in his headsetted head to keep Ann around!
Jeez! He'd also never met an inventor this thick! And Kanipan even hired Ann as his assistant! She was a walking hazard! She'd burn his house down and drain his card if he left her alone for a few minutes! Not that Kanipan wasn't blowing his place up on a regular basis already…
People were aware Kanipan was naïve. No wonder the enemy kept getting the drop on him!
What Kanipan was doing (like the "magic" he claimed the enemy was using), it wasn't scientific. They knew nothing about Ann! Who she really was. Where she came from. And knowing nothing about her, Kanipan still played prince to a fishy stranger?
As if Ravioli could talk! Because telling your friend to tell off a beautiful girl because she was getting too close was so reasonable!
Milk and Ravioli shared anxieties. They both assumed Kanipan and Ann were pro-wrestling at night, Kanipan had impure motives, Ann's memory loss made her dangerously susceptible to his weird suggestions, etc.
Milk's reactions were those that left a handprint. Ravioli's were half-sincere compliments featuring uncouth remarks meant to disguise his disappointment. An unsurprising difference, considering Kanipan initially asked to borrow Milk's clothes and underwear without the bigger context.
Kid's task was the toughest. He had to supervise Ann and re-educate her on household chores, often not intercepting her in time to prevent a new explosion out through the windows beneath the "KING" in the PARKING sign.
Whoops!
Girls were just trouble, no matter how much Ravioli would like for one of them to get in a bath with him.
Kanipan was better than any girl. An A-class inventor amazing at robot battles.
But due to Ann, Kanipan thought Ravioli was being stupid.
Just the stupid friend saying stupid things, sticking his nose where it didn't stupid belong!
No matter what Ravioli said or hinted at.
Or Ravioli being Kanipan's friend first, before Kanipan moved from Konpeito.
Or Ravioli wanting Kanipan to feel his throbbing heart (bikini swimsuit not required).
What would it take? For Kanipan to begin feelin', feelin', feelin' Ravioli's heart?
He had to feel it, feel it, feel it now!
"Yo, Kanipan. Need help with your next repair job?"
"Nah, Ann's actually awesome at fixing various machines! You can come along if you don't believe me! There's space in the car!"
"Nah, I'm good!" Ravioli fake-laughed so hard his shoulder pads flapped.
"What was that fake laugh? You don't have to pretend if you don't want to come, Ravioli!"
"Pretend? Nonsense! I'm just removing myself so you newlyweds can have fun together!"
"Stop, stop saying stupid things!" Kanipan hiccupped and accidentally took another sip of the over-sugared drink Ann prepared. "Too sweet."
"Stupid things…A possible criminal is living under your roof, and you're lecturing me about stupid things?" Ravioli stood up angrily.
"Ann isn't a –!" Kanipan followed.
Ann was right behind them in the kitchen, watching and listening.
"Excuse us." Civilly, they changed the location of their disagreement to Kanipan's room and locked the door.
Out of the blue (to Kanipan, anyway), Ravioli backed his friend against the wall. Close enough Ravioli's blue hair and spiky purple sideburns nearly obscured Kanipan's view of him.
"Ra-Ravioli? Y-yo, Ravioli, this is kind of close!"
This guy, he's really an idiot, huh?
"Kind of close like the kind of close you are with Ann?"
Kanipan blushed, admittedly due to Ravioli accusing him of lewd actions towards Ann, and not due to Ravioli admitting what sounded pretty close to a confession of his own feelings.
"She's my…She's my assistant."
"Your assistant who you make dress in an apron and make you coffee? Who you hide at home behind embarrassing passwords?"
"We have to protect her! The enemy is going to keep chasing her!"
"Let's be honest, Kanipan. You like her, don't you?"
"I, um, I –! Why's it matter to you?"
"You need me to spell it out for you?"
"PLEASE!"
"Do you have the slightest clue what five years of not seeing you does to a guy?"
"What are you talking about?"
Dr. Taishi, the goggles must've put his brain in a crab press! Did Kanipan wear them to bed?
Ravioli got closer.
How? He was so close already!
"Kanipan."
The correct mechanisms finally started to click. Kanipan was finally starting to connect the dots.
"Ravioli?"
"I hate to dine-and-dash when I suspected Ann of the same crime." Ravioli grabbed Kanipan's chin.
"Then don't…"
"Yeah, I won't," Ravioli chuckled and let go.
"Jeez. If you like me, just say so! Don't bring Ann into it! I haven't properly propo –!"
"Proposed? Hey, you are pursuing her! Top marks, man!"
They returned from Kanipan's room, Ravioli smiling, and Kanipan red as Ravioli's vest.
"Kid-san, is this love?" Ann inquired of Kanipan's robot. "Kanipan-san's heart is throbbing."
"No, it isn't!" Kanipan swerved into Kid's lane.
Love for who? Angelica? Ravioli?
"I'm sorry. Because I lost my memory," Ann muttered.
"Hahaha! Don't worry, Ann!" Ravioli laughed again, not as obviously fake this time. "We sorted it out!"
"Is that so? I am thrilled." She bought it.
Kanipan bought it less.
"See you later, Kanipan!"
"Mm. See you later."
After he descended back down to the confusing streets of Kuwagata City, Ravioli deliberately lost himself in the winding alleys for a while.
Ravioli was all green with envy, but he knew he'd never get the all green from Kanipan.