What's Left Behind
Chapter 3: The Pieces Coming Together or Apart
A/N: Ok, yes I know I'm lazy. Yes, I know I haven't updated in a very long time. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, hey does this sound familiar at all? Anyway, testing and other annoying (and some not so annoying) crap, but I will stop complaining and bugging whoever actually reads this and get on with the story.
By the way, if you don't know or forgot Italics are thoughts!
Disclaimer: So, no rock, no Ranma, a plot, and maybe something else if I think about it...
His shuffling feet wandered down the dirt path, once again he had no idea where he was headed. In his mind, Ryoga repeated the same thought that had almost haunted him at every waking momment, maybe I can go so far away I can forget everything. He shook his head to rid himself of the deep-rooted line, but to no avail. He sighed and screwed his eyes shut, blocking out the beautiful day in front of him. That damn Ranma, I lost to him again, or...did I really lose to him, or did I lose to myself. Didn't I know somehow that all along Akane never loved me, why has it been that all this time I was so oblivious. Love is blind, but is it stupid. No, love isn't stupid, I am.
He growled at a passing rock before using the Bakusai Tenketsu just to watch it shatter, because of him. He let out another sigh, before continuing on.
Ukyo reached up and whiped the sweat from her brow. Her eyes darted around the resturant, before resting on her own grease stained hands. She grumbled about how much dirt could be brought in by a few measly customers. Her eyes shoot up again, these few measly costumers are the only thing keeping me with the few things I have.
With another grumble and a soft sigh. She decided that her resturant was now the cleanest it had ever been (not to say it was ever really dirty). She walked over to a small sink and began to try to wash the grease away. Her eyes softened and began to fill with familiar tears. Damn, not again, I'm over him, she slid slowly to the floor, onto her bottom, hugging her legs close to her, I'm over him, she slowly repeated as the shuttering sobs came on, leaveing her in a horrible grief.
Ryoga's adventure brought him pain and annoyance in the past, but this, this was just to much. His horrible sense of direction brought him to the one city he was trying so hard to get lost from. Funny actually, I used to take weeks trying to find my way back here, now that I dont want to be here, I get back here in no more then a few days. He grumbled ready to smash any sign of Ranma or run from any sign of Akane. He had all his anger recently, scratch that, for the better part of his life, focused on Ranma, but now the only thought that brought him joy, had become the only thing he loathed more then Ranma.
Ryoga turned suddenly and with one swing of his arm, thrust it into a nearby door. He blinked twice and lifted his head to see what he had accidently destroyed in his anger now. The sign above read clearly, "Ucchan's Okonomiyaki". He gulped, Ukyo is going to kill me very slowly for this. He screwed his eyes shut expecting to hear the booming sound of her voice, but everything around him was nothing but silence. He strained to listen harder, he thought he could make out a small whimper. Ukyo's crying, no I must be hearing things, she wouldn't cry she's so strong, but Ranma... Just the after thought of that name brought on a wave of hatred.
He slowly pulled his hand out of the door before sliding it open. Taking a frightful step inside, he scanned it for any movement. This is stupid, he thought, It's only Ukyo's resturant, nothing is gonna come out and kill me, but this is also Nerima so you can never be to careful. Shifting his weight and moving forward, he heard the whimpering again only louder and easier to understand.
"I'm over him, I'm over him, I'm over him...," So softly he probaly shouldn't be able to hear it. He continued on, making his way around the counter.
There in a corner, was Ukyo. huddled in a a scared child-like position. Her head was buried into her knees, which were being hugged close to her body. Hearing the soft footsteps advancing, she lifted her head, trying to clear the tears she saw a blurry gold/green blob.
"Ry-ryoga?" She said unsteadily. Before she could confirm, his strong arms enveloped her, comfort filling her pain.
"I've heard a saying before," he said softly into her ear, "Time heals all wounds. I have alot of doubts that its true but, I may not be the best to say this but, you have to stay strong sometimes."
A/N: Okay, got mushy at the end, I don't care I was trying to put alittle in to show they are both in pain. Short again, I have issues writing alot in one chapter, deal...I'll try to update sooner this time, but my non-life might get in the way.
Ja Ne!