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Fourth Floor Common Room, very late, Tuesday Night/Wednesday Morning

Sakurazaki still can't sleep in that room. Pajama-clad and toting a pillow and a blanket, she tries to relocate herself to the common room. Sleeping on her stomach on the couch won't be comfortable, but, dammit, it was better than trying to sleep in there.

Still, even with the relocating, even with how damn tired she was, the moment she starts drifting off to sleep, she can only hear Ranma-chan's voice in her head. //"Thank you for being so nice to me today. You're the best friend I've ever had.."// She pushes herself up as she awakes with a small scream. What the hell?

Grumbling, she gives up. Propping the pillow up against the arm of the couch and curling up inside the blanket, Sakurazaki idly flips channels on the television. Maybe the soft glow of mind numbing entertainment will lull her to sleep untouched by these new memories.

[[open, but the mun may be prone to randomly crashing; she isn't exactly suffering from Sakurazaki's insomnia...yet]]

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Ranma has changed back earlier today and he's still on his bed, he's hardly moved all day. He thought he heard something when he'd run away from Setsuna's room, he tries to tell himself he imagined it but he can't stop remembering that sound... she was crying. He didn't mean for things to happen that way. He never meant for things to turn out the way they did. He felt cursed in more ways than one.

He takes a deep breath but he can't for some reason. He walks to the window and opens it. The air is fairly clear, but there's this tightness in his chest. His breath is choking on it. He wished he could explain, or at least talk to someone aobut it, but without Setsuna to talk to he was really lacking anyone to confide in. He didn't trust very many people and really when it came to something THIS big, there was no one he knew who could really help him. Tim might say "Cheer up and apologize." John would say "Stop snoring damnit." and other than them he was hardly aquianted with anyone.

Oh but Jude. He hit his own head for such a thought. JUDE. That's a great idea. Tell Jude about how you were in bed with Setsuna. I'm sure he'd understand. He peeks off the edge of the window and wonders about jumping off. He realizes sullenly that he'd be able to take a fall from this high easily and he grabs the building ledge with both hands boredly. He's not sure what he's waiting for here, or if he'll even come down to go to sleep tonight. He bits his lip and sits looking out the window.

He's got to make up with Setsuna. But how? This time he really didn't know if he could patch things up as easily. He doesn't really know how he has before. He's just done his best and that worked. His best didn't seem enough for something so big. He just wished he had someone good with problem solving on his side. Maybe he should make more friends. Not a strong point of his. He'll try though, just as soon as his legs don't feel so much like lead.

He stands and finally walks for Setsuna's room. He doesn't know WHAT he's thinking. She's going to give him hell. He knows it already, but he needs to go, he misses her smile already. He notices the glow of the TV before he knocks and goes to see who it is, maybe they can save him from this certain doom he's jumping in to.

He walks closer and sees who he wan'ts most and least to see. //Setsuna-san...// It's the most gentle and timid his vioce has ever been.

Her eyes narrow. She's about five seconds from throwing the remote control at the television. Her arm even pulls back and everything, but she ends up lowering it, gripping it to death instead. Of all the...

She takes in a deep breath, exhaling it through her nose. She resumes flipping channels, as if the sound of swifty changing shows would drive him away. //"What do you want, Saotome?"//

//Setsuna...san... I....// He still can't make up words to help himself, he's swimming against the current of his fear of girls and Setsuna (since she's MORE than just a girl to him).

She stares unblinkingly at the television screen, colours flashing dramatically against her stone expression. //"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? Spit it out, Saotome, or leave me the hell alone."//

//Arg!// He holds his head. Cat jokes? Is she serious?! He's already stinging from all this. //Setsuna-san.. I can't leave you alone okay?//

//"You seemed to have had no trouble with that this morning; maybe you should stick with it."//

He's keeping his vioce sorta down but there is still emphasis on the exclaimations. //Stop it! Why do you always gotta say stuff like that to me?! Can't you just.. let me talk! I'm trying so hard!//

//"What was wrong with trying to talk this morning?"// she asks, snapping her eyes on him, and then quickly turning them back towards the television, realizing that she can't even look at him right now without wanting to cry again. And she was not going to do that.

//You know what? My whole life I've been taught to run away from problems. If dad stole from a restaurant he just said to not go back to that restaurant. Now I'm not trying to blame any of this on my stupid childhood but I wish you'd just listen to me when I'm... trying to make it up to you...// He blushes softly, trying to be honest with her is so hard, especially about what happened this morning. //I just.. couldn't handle it this morning. Maybe you wanted to discuss it like... adults or somethin'. But I didn't know what even happened. I woke up... right next to you... I didn't want to consider what I might have done. God forbid I... I.. well I... I just was worried about it.... not that I tohught you would... well ..uh... uh.. I just... uh.. I...// He's trying hard not to offend her but in that processes he's lost his cool. He's left stuttering.

Sakurazaki sneers. What kind of idiot was he? She blushed at the mere thought of someone getting too close to her; she was even blushing now, through her anger, just thinking about it. He should have known her better than that by now.

//"Nothing happened,"// she assures him, sharply, shortly, gruffly.

//Good.. It's just.. I respect you... I told you that... I just.. was worrieda bout what I did... I'm not sure what I even did... Please Setsuna.. Do you at least see what I'm saying? What would you say if you woke up next to someone like that and... well you have no idea what you'd done for the past day. I was freaking out for a reason okay?//

//"I tried to explain it to you, but you...you..."// Again, she goes to turn on him, but the moment her head swings around, it swings right back. She glares at the television. //"You decided that feeling sorry for yourself was more important than realizing that nothing to feel sorry about actually happened. And that the only reason it didn't was because I was there, making sure that nothingyou'd regret would happen. Never imagined that it would lead to me doing something I'd regret..."//

//Setsuna! Thank you okay? I said it! Does that make you feel better?// He's not allowed to feel sorry for himself? No fair!

//"It's too late now, Saotome,"// she says without even blinking. //"Saying that now is like trying to put a Band-Aid over a severed arm."//

//B-But... Setsuna...// He's taken this injustice of her not even looking at him for long enough. He moves around the the front of the couch and stands in front of her. //Can't you even look at me while we're talking?!//

The moment he moves, she turns her head, crossing her arms over her chest. She would have leaned back against the couch, a nearly pouting gesture, but she remember that her back is killing her right now, so she remains rigid. She sighs deeply, turning her head, and at least giving it a chance. She can only hold the gaze for a few seconds.

//"No,"// she says, turning her head away. //"I can't look at you at all right now."// She lifts one hand over her mouth; no, she wasn't going to cry again. Crying over him once already was already too much.

//OH Setsuna!// He knew now that he couldn't have imagined it. She had cried. His heart really hurts for it too. //Please... don't cry..// He's over her so he's looking at her again and she can see how desperate he looks. //I'll do anything! Don't cry!//

Ugh! She couldn't take it anymore! He just didn't know when to stop! Sakurazaki bolts to her feet, pushing Ranma down with every bit of strength and momentum she has in her. //"It wouldn't be a problem,"// she hisses, fist clenched, glaring right at him, //"if you would just leave me alone! I'm done with all this. I don't have to deal with it; I shouldn't have to deal with it."//

She snatches up her pillow and blanket and storms toward the hallway. She'll sleep on her floor if she has to, but at least her door has a lock.

//No! Setsuna! Don't go!// She's moving fast. He tackles her and ends up grabbing her ankles.

And Sakurazaki falls flat on her face to the floor. She whimpers; her back was already killing her, and now this? She begins kicking her legs.

//"Ranma! Let me go! Do you honestly think you're accomplishing anything, besides making me angrier?"//

//No I'm not gonna let you go! I can't go to sleep until you're okay...!// He's got her firmly, in fact, as hard as he can. And this would really be his first time at Fandom using full strength. Nothing to shake a stick at. If she's gonna get him to let go, she's gonna need to use emotional blows, because he's got her in vice grip.

//"I won't be okay unless you let go!"// She's still trying to squirm out of it, although she knows it's useless. //"Stop it! You're hurting me!"//

//No..! I won't! You'll leave if I let you go.// He doesn't care for once about hurting a girl. This was more important than that.

Something inside of Sakurazaki snaps at that moment. Out of absolutely no where, a sharp kick actually manages to break through Ranma's strong grip, forcing his arm to bend and Sakurazaki's foot to smash into Ranma's face.

//"I told you to let me go."//

That voice is definately not Sakurazaki's. It sounds similiar, but....there's a very strange, dark tone to it that would induce an uncontroble shiver through most mortals.

//Arg..// He's hurt but he's not gonna let her slip away. This is like life or death to him, he doesn't notice the tone at all, he's intent on keeping her there so he can talk to her and he struggles to retain his grip.

There's no going back now; the demon is loose. Sakurazaki swings one of her arms, channeling her energy into a gust of wind that knocks Ranma back, and, before he can even realize what happened, she leaps onto him, straddling him, one hand tight around his neck. There's a very malicious sneer on her face; two slightly shimmering objects rest wet and dark against her cheeks: her contacts, slipped out and falling down her cheeks like black tears, revealing her burning red eyes. She tightens her grip on his neck slightly, grin growing.

He's not one to take this passively. He grabs her arm tightly and pulls it from his neck, taking a bit of a gaspy breath before he turns this pinning down thing around. He pushes to be ontop of her, sraddling her this time and pinning both her wrists hard to the floor. He doesn't say anyything. He's serious when it comes to fighting.

She struggles; damn, he was strong. A lot stronger than she had suspected, but she's still a pretty good match for him, and can almost, just almost, counteract him, but she can't get further than a few good inches off the floor before her mortal exhaustion forces her arms back down She growls and snaps her teeth and snarls as she struggles. If only she had enough room for her wings! The sheer force of pulling the out would launch Ranma off of her, but there wasn't enough space

//"Let. Me. Go!"//

//No! You listen to me. There's no way in HELL I'm going to let you go!// Hmm. Ironic. He'll hold her down as hard has he can until he figures out what's happened. This is not the same Setsuna. He knows that. But he's not taking chances. She can tire herself out. He can hold this for a long time.

There is a deep sigh as the demon settles down, staring daggers at Ranma the whole time, smirk still on her face.
//"So, what are you going to do, then? Hold me here all night?"//

//I'll hold you all night if you want me to.// Can you believe him acting childish at a time like this? He sticks out his tounge and smirks. This isn't so much stupid as it's a tactic this time. If she gets mad and struggles more she'll get more tired. She seems even more irratable than REGULAR Setsuna so he knows this is gonna rile her up.

//"I'll rip that tongue out of your fucking mou---Ahhhhh!! Stop it! Stop it! Stop doing this! Ahhhh!"// Yeah, that's definately not a human scream; Sakurazaki's body suddenly bucks; it's like she's struggling some more, but the struggling seems somehow different...Not against Ranma, but against herself. She's moving so violently that it could very well actually toss Ranma off if it didn't suddenly settle back, trembling uncontrolably. A sound like a sob rips from her, head shaking from side to side as tears start to flow steadily down her cheeks.

//"Oh my God, Ranma...Ranma, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."//

Her sobbing is nearly hysterical.

He lets her go right away, the sight of tears weakens him too Ranma-mush and he lifts her into his arms in a bit awkward hug. //Hey... Setsuna... It's okay! I'm fine! Are you okay...?//

She clings to him, and it's obvious in the way that she does that she's absolutely terrified, her weak, tired, exhausted body trembling nearly uncontrolably. //"No,"// she sobs into his shoulder. //"No, I'm not okay."//

//Hey... Don't cry...// He rubs her head softly on instinct mostly. He lifts her up into his arms like you'd cradle a bride or a baby and he stands. He carries her to her room and lays her on her bed. Then kneels beside the bed obediantly.

Even in the back of her post-demon exhaustion, she still recognizes the embarrassment of having to be carried off like that, but she still lets it happen. How could she not?

The second she hits the bed, though, she turns away from him, curling up into a little ball.

//"Will you please just leave me alone now?"//

//If... that's what you want...// he gets up and heads for the door.

She doesn't say anything; she only attempts to curl up tighter.

He shuts her door gently, in the hall he crouches to scoop up those contacts and looks at them for a few minutes. Well looks like the secrets beween them never seem to end. He doesn't feel any differently about her, in fact, he's only more interested in what that was and how he could help her. Sure she'd just asked him to leave her alone, which could quite possibly mean forever, but that can't stop him from thinking of her.

He takes the contacts and gets a small cup of water to keep them in. He sets it next to her robe next to his bed and reclines backwards on top his sheets. He's true to his words. He won't sleep until he knows she's alright. He stares up at the ceiling hoping morning comes soon.

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