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The Gym, Monday Early Evening

Since Ranma was mostly holed up all day and usually inclined to tell the truth in the first place, the day hadn't really affected him (it only would have if he saw Setsuna or Jude). He pads across the mats and plops gently into a spot sort of near the center of the gym. It was raining out and of course he'd walked out without thinking, so at present he's a she. He would have gone up to the roof as usual but today the rain made him reluctant. He DID come here to let out some energy but as soon as he arrived he felt sapped for some reason.

He put his face into his hands and laced his fingers between red tufts of hair falling in his face. He was usually a cheerful guy but this inactivity was worse than fighting everyday like he used to back at "home". He sighs heavily and sits there for a bit before unknowingly falling asleep.

((ooc: Open for poking or using the gym, or writing on his face))

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Having spent all day in her room working on her art fair project, Sakurazaki had a bit of a headache and a pretty desperate need for some late night training. She drifts into the gym expecting to to work on her forms....not to see Ranma...girl Ranma...sleeping in the middle of the gym.

She stands there blinking for a moment; she really can't help it. She's tempted to turn right back around and go for a late night run instead. But, after heaving a heavy sigh, she snatches up a practise sword, drifts over, and gives Ranma a poke in the stomach.

//"That's a terrible place for a nap, Ranma,"// she says idly.

Wakes blinkingly, not really looking up from his hands, sounding annoyed. The Japanese should clue him that it's Setsuna but he's drowsy and not thinking much yet. //Yeah well I didn't mean to fall asleep.//

One of Sakurazaki's eyes slide shut as she looks down at him. //"Maybe you should relocate then, to somewhere more comfortable. Unless the gym floor is comfortable."//

Finally looking up. //Ah! Setsuna! Well to tell you the truth it's not too bad. Sweaty feet smell aside.//

There's a bit more blinking. //"I suppose. Um, I guess I'll leave you, then. I was going to train for a bit, but I'll just go for a run instead. Wouldn't want to disturb you..."// She offers him a small, mostly confused smile before starting over to put the practise sword back.

//No, it's fine. I'll leave. You have things to do. I'll just head back to my room.//

Sakurazaki goes ahead and puts the practise sword away. //"It's not like I really have to train right now, anyway,"// she says, turning around. //"Besides, I've been wanting to talk to you, but I've been caught up with other things."//

...Okay. Where did that come from? It was true, sure, but that wasn't what she had intended to say.

//You did? I've wanted to talk to you too. Since... well about the time I left your room after I said I'd wait.// He covers his mouth. Huh? Why'd he say that. That sounds pathetic!

Her head tilts slightly. //"You've been wanting to talk since then, but...you still waited?"// Sakurazaki's shoulders shift slightly as they straighten, her eyes widening softly. Not in surprise or shock as usual. It seems something more akin to hope or admiration.

//Well I'd do anything for you.// Nononono. He really did NOT just say that. With a smile on his face. Oh shiit.

//"Heh, well, anything's a little scary,"// she says, completely not realizing that she had just externalized her thoughts, //"but I'm really glad that you did that, Ranma. It means a lot to me."//

//I don't mean to scare you okay? And I'd wait as long as you want. I'll leave you alone as long as you need.// What the hell is going on?! He doesn't want to tell her this. If this keeps up... oh god..

Sakurazaki shakes her head lightly. //"I don't want you to leave me alone right now, Ranma. I know that I need more time to think about things, but I can't stand this distance between us. I really can't. I can't help but worry that, when you're not around me, you're mad at me or thinking bad things about me, and, if that were true, I don't know if I could take it."//

All day long, ever since seeing that photograph of them, she'd been thinking that, only it hadn't been so...precise. In her mind, it was all a mess as she tried to figure out whether or not to say anything and if she said anything, how to say it. How come all of sudden, it was just falling out of her mouth, as natural as breathing? It wasn't what she expected, but she'd be damned if she thought it was a bad thing. She wasn't sure how it happened, but she was starting to feel a little liberated.

//I'd be happy to stay by your side because... when I'm not with you... I only think about... how much I miss you.// What the... oh dear god. This is NOT good. I must be dreaming, he shouts it to his brain. It's all just a dream. Wake up! Wake up!

Okay, that one definately had her a bit stunned, and it makes her heart sort of leap a little so she has to draw her hand impulsively toward it.//"M..Miss me? Miss what? All the fighting and the misunderstandings and the...awkward moments?"//

//I guess... I really just miss how sweet you are and how you're the only person I feel like I really trust.// WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!

Sakurazaki's eyes turn toward the ceiling of the gym; she sniffs slightly. There's got to be a gas leak in here or something. That's the only logical explaination.

//"I'm not sweet, Ranma."// She crosses her arms over her chest. //"And I hate when you use those types of descriptions for me. Sweet, cute, those sorts of things. I don't want to be any of those. I'm supposed to be a warrior, remember? But around you, I can't be. I find myself getting all soft and mushy. Sure, I can deal with that around Jude, but around you? Around another warrior? I hate it! It's like I loose all sense of it when I see you, and that you'll just see me as another weak girl, not to be given the respect she deserves!"//

Sakurazaki bites her lip hard. That just went from liberating to wondering if she's just performed seppuku. Her guts were all splattered on the floor now, after all.

It's a dream right. That's why he can tell the truth. He's not able to do this in any other situation. So he can say this. //It's the way I was brought up! I'm suposed to protect a girl, not hurt her! I've hurt you before. And I feel horrible about it when I do, that's why I can't, I feel guilty with every punch I throw. It's not like I don't respect you Setsuna! In fact, I trained every week since our race so that I can beat you next time we race and I won't be so out of practice... So it'll be a fair race then, because I feel like you deserve it.//

Sakurazaki's teeth clench slightly. So infuriating! They could never have a decent conversation, could they?

//"What about how I was raised, Ranma? For ten years of my life, all I've known is protecting someone else! Ten years! Because of who I am, that was the only thing I was fit for, but if it weren't for that, I'd be dead right now. So I don't need anyone else's protection. And I'm going to keep training and training until I can show you that, even if that means beating you at your own game."//

She's not done yet, though. There's a lot pent up inside of her, and, for some reason, it all wants to explode out of her this second. //"That's why I was so angry with you after I hit you on the head and gave you amnesia, and you were flouncing around the dorms as Ranma-chan. You still don't have a clue how I protected you that day, do you? Your reputation. Your reputation would have been trashed by that girly demenour and those big, huge bouncing breasts in everyone's face if I haden't been there to make sure that didn't happen!"//

//Well if YOU didn't hit me it wouldn't have happened! You know that when all is said and done you ain't any better than me when it comes to your damn temper. In fact, I think you have LESS control than I do! So you'd better quit pointing your finger at me!//

//"Oh, please. I'm willing to take responsibility to a certain degree, but an accident is an accident, Ranma. It's not like I intented to hit you in the head."//

//"And I'll have you know that I usually have an excellent control over my temper. You just tend to infuriate it to no end because I like you so much!"//

Too mad to realize what she just said? Nope. But she acts as if she didn't just say that last bit by lifting her chin and hoping Ranma doesn't catch it. True, yes. But it doesn't even make any sense.

//Well maybe it's the same for me! Except I love you! So I wish you'd just... pay attention to me.//

Of course, Sakurazaki's all riled up to shout right back, but the moment she opens her mouth and starts to think of exactly what to shout back, it registers in her head exactly what was said. Her mouth snaps shut. Did he just say...

//"...Wait; what?"//

Don't you say it again. Don't you DARE say it again! "I said that... I... l-l-love you." This dream is really making him feel like he's having a heart attack of sorts.

//"Ranma....I..."// she falters. Her head is spinning on so many different things, but... //"I..I don't know what to say..."//

Straight, honest, baffled truth.

//When I said I'd wait I meant it.// Wow, is it just him or his heart really starting to hurt? Stupid dreams. He holds a hand over his heart looking a bit pained.

Sakurazaki's a bit breathless for a while, but she finally remembers how to use her lungs with a deep sigh. //"It might be a long wait, Ranma,"// she says quietly, hand drifting to the side of her head. //"There's so much going on up here that I have no idea what to make of any of it. I've been trying so hard to make heads and tails of everything, but I just can't. I can't understand any of it. I...I think I love you, too. You're my best friend here, Ranma. When you're so far away from home, that's important, and I know you understand that. But then there's Jude...and Ojou-sama...and I...don't know what's right or wrong or even what the hell I want. I'm so confused; sometimes I wish I'd never come here, just so I wouldn't have to deal with any of it, but then I realize that then none of this would have happen, and I feel devistated."//

//I think it will take me a long time too... I can't... kiss you. I'm always scared you won't like it. And I've never kissed anyone before, that is except for you.. and I don't think I can ever be like Jude. Maybe you'd be better with someone like him, he knows a lot more than me aobut how things are suposed to go. And he probably has a normal family. And he doesn't turn into a girl. And he's not afriad of cats. Of course he has all that over me. But I can't give up... and when I see you together I just want to..//

Uh oh, the truth means this punch is with his true strength. He breaks a hole in the mat and cracks the floor slightly, seeming to not even feel the impact on his own hand. That's not good. Thank god it's just a dream, and really now that he thinks of it, Fandom probably has some proceedure for that anyway. Both his hands go to his heart, he feels as if he's choking.

Seems like Sakurazaki's not the only one plagued down by these sorts of thoughts, but any response to that she might have had is blown away by the punch.

Her eyes widen, and then they darken sharply. //"Don't you dare even think about laying so much of a finger on him, Ranma. You know that isn't a fair fight. And I won't hesitate even a second to protect him against you. I may not be able to protect Ojou-sama anymore, but I'll do whatever it takes to protect Jude, even if it is against you."//

//I haven't ever done anything to him okay? I haven't! I got in an aruguement with him about cats once but we've never even gotten close to fighting okay? MAybe it's just for you but no matter my motives I've never done anything. I can't help it if I WANT to do something though. I just can't compete! Don't you understand...? How can someone like me compete with someone like him?// Owch this really hurts. He slumps a bit, still pressing on his heart with both palms.

Sakurazaki's brain reaches another halt, as her mind seems to be pulling her mouth in different directions; one cannot speak truth if one does not know what truth is. But the confusion allows her anger to clear a little and finally see that Ranma appears to be in a significant amount of pain. When did that start?

//"Ranma?"// she asks, stepping forward, hand starting to reach out for him but drawing back. //"What's wrong, Ranma? Are you okay?"//

This is the point where in normal circumstances he'd say "No, I'm fine" but at present. //I don't know.. my heart hurts... don't worry about me.//

//"I can't not worry about you, Ranma,"// she says. //"You're stronger than me, so I can't protect you in a conventional manner, but I can when it comes to things like this. And I will, and there's nothing you can do to change that. Do you need something? Some help back up to your room? ...Me to just leave?"//

//Don't leave me...// He looks up at her pitifully. He's letting one hand go and doing his best to recover.

Those words, that look on his face...his face, like that, as a girl. How could Sakurazaki not think back to those words from his amnesia period after that? Her first impulse is to just hug him, but she stops herself, instead just seizing his hand.

//"Come on,"// she says, giving it a very gentle tug as she heads for the door. //"Let's get you up to your room, at the very least."//

He holds her hand back and lets himself be swept up, yet he protests //I don't like being helped. Can I just hold your hand...?// He's shy and blushy-cute like Ranma-chan. Maybe that bouncy girl was really part of him after all, just a little flicker...?

//"Y...yeah; sure,"// she says, after a moment of flustering. //"Let's go. (http://ranma-sao.livejournal.com/5075.html?view=54739#t54739)"

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