AlphaCentaurian

For whatever reason life can lead us down so many unseen routes, filled with twists and turns, and misinterpretations. Though, despite it all, the will to continue, the faint calls to challenge the what is with the what can be. Much like love in Ranma's case, no matter what she just couldn't quite get anything to work out in the long run. The redhead was alone in the dojo as she sat cross-legged with her hands behind her head, a sad but otherwise calm look on her. Though her eyes were open, she wasn't really looking at anyone or anything, rather beyond them. Even if Ryoga had taken Ranma to all those crummy places, he always made the best of it. There wasn't any need for pretenses, they both knew who they were with. "I've got a challenge for you Saotome, think you can take me on?" "Oh? What kind of a challenge?" Their moment played out in her mind, remembering how she had narrowed her eyes seductively at Ryoga while that sock movie played in the background. The kiss that followed