Chapter 4: Learning to Heal
A/N: Ok, I give up, no matter how hard I try I can never update this on time... So what I am going to do is pretend I am updating quickly, even though I'm really not...Italics are thought, don't forget!
Disclaimer: I was thinking about it and the only thing I own is this piece of paper I found...
Ryoga's cheeks rapidly heated up. He looked down at Ukyo, who was fast asleep, cuddled against him. He tipped his head back and locked his eyes on the ceiling. All the shyness he thought he had gotten through, had suddenly come back to him, after he realized she had stopped crying. He reached up unconciously and grabbed his nose tightly. He waited to feel the familar red liquid flowing out, but was suprised to feel it dry. He pulled his hand away, and looked back to Ukyo. Her face was buried into his chest, her fists full of his shirt. He cocked his head slightly wondering if she was asleep, or if he should dare to move. He slowly reached down, before lifting up her chin to see her face. Her eyes were loosely shut and her breathing was even. Yep, she's asleep, he thought.
He glanced behind him, before slowly reaching down and picking her up. He stood up and careful to not wake her, tried to make it to her room. He walked across the room, and opened the first door he saw. Blinking unsurely, he stared out the door at the street, nope. Another door, Bathroom, nope. Another door, supply closet, no! Another door, outside again, damnit this isn't getting me anywhere, with this damn sense of direction, I'll never find it! He turned around swiftly and kicked the nearest door he found. It swung open to reveal a small room with a bed and a dresser in view. He blinked many times, trying to believe he had finally found it.
He slowly desended down, laying Ukyo on her bed. He stared at her calmly, before standing up and leaving the room.
He shuffled around boredly, after putting Ukyo in her bedroom, he has nothing left to do. He glanced around the front of her shop, looking for something to keep him busy. Maybe if I can clean up, that'll lift at least alittle weight from her shoulders.
Ukyo turned and rolled over, trying to open her eyes and get up. She dimly registered that it was still bright outside, due to the light coming in from a near by window. She finally opened her eyes, and wondered why or how she had gotten into her bed. Ryoga...I wonder if he's still here... She stood up and made her way out back into her resutrant to see Ryoga, rag in hand, wipping her grill off. "Ryoga?" He quickly turned his head up to her.
"I was just...I mean...um" He stuttered not sure how to act twoard her at the moment.
"Thank you" She muttered looking away, "I guess I just lost control, I'm not usually like that..."
"Yeah you aren't" He said simply. She sweatdropped and looked up at him sadly. His hands flew up in front of him and waved them furiously. "No! No! I didn't mean to affend you, I just was agreeing, but its ok to feel bad, not that you should, but...uh" Seeing him dig himself deeper into confusing words, she decided to save him.
"Ryoga...Ryoga, calm down it's ok, I understand, don't worry so much, I feel much better now" It wasn't really a lie, she felt better then she had before, there was only a dull ache left, but that can be easliy ignored, like she had been doing for the past few months. "So, sugar since you helped me out, how about some fresh okonomiyaki?"
Ryoga looked down with a slight blush and shifted slightly searching his pockets for money. "Um, Ukyo, I don't have any-"
"Come on Hibiki, am I that mean? It's on the house, hun." She smiled at him and lead him around the counter and nudged him into a seat, then spun quickly and went back around to start up the grill.
Shampoo sat in her room, lost in her thoughts, tears spilling down her reddened cheeks. How this happen, I prettier and not mean like violent tom-boy. Why airen... She shook her head violently trying to dispell images of Ranma and Akane together. She turned on her bed and threw herself into her pillow burying her face into it and clinging to it like a lifeline. Mousse shifted outside her door, he could hear her weeping inside. He had gotten ahold of some hot water in the kitchen that had been neglected and just hot enough to change him back. The old hag incouraged me to come after Shampoo, does she want me to comfort her? He reached out slowly and formed a fist and knocked on the door. He heard a soft 'Go away, shampoo no want see no one.' He then wrapped his hand around the handle and turned it slowly. He pushed the door open and saw Shampoo on her bed buried in a pillow.
"Shampoo..." He walked over to her bed, his heart wrenching at seeing her in this condition. Shampoo shuffled a bit moving away from him. He mistook her move for an invation for him to sit down, so he did. She lifted her head, her eyes pirced through him.
"Mousse-baka, leave, Shampoo want be alone right now!" Mousse regarded her sadly.
"Shampoo, I just wanted..." He sighed softly, I guess it's pointless. Maybe everyones right, Shampoo won't like me no matter what I do, why do I keep trying. Shampoo eyes widened, she saw a flash of defeat in Mousse's eyes. What wrong with him?
"Mousse...Shampoo like if you stay, actually I no want be alone..." It was Mousse's turn for his eyes to widen. He smiled happily tears of joys forming in his eyes, but he quickly recomposed himself.
"I'll always be here for you Shampoo" He whispered softly and reached out to put a hand on her shoulder. She moved swiftly and rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes. Mousse's eyes softened, maybe if I can not be as overbearing, I might actually have a chance, don't good things come to those who wait? maybe I can wait just a little longer...
A/N: I always wondered, giving up has crossed Mousse's mind once, it might come back as an afterthought every once and awhile. I'm kinda depressed right now...but maybe that feuled the typing of this chapter...either way...miss my koinu...alot...