[Episode 30745] [Episode 30745]“I…I…I…I’vegottogo,bye.” He saw the look of slight disappointment on Ukyo’s face as he attempted to turn 180 degrees and ended up right back in front of her. A charge straight ahead seemed best, and after bumping into the counter, he altered course, following it. A few customers stood in the way, on line for orders, whom he plowed through in his haste, and when the next immovable obstacle was reached, this time a booth, Ryoga again altered course, but his trajectory took him behind the counters and into the back storage room. A loud crashing sound could be heard, then a few smaller ones, and then silence.
Ukyo stood there, shocked and dismayed at the damage that had just been created. She righted customers, apologized, and offered free meals and dry cleaning to the especially sticky ones, then looked around for Ryoga. “Now what was that idiot up to, coming in here and acting like all that, I wonder?” she grunted as she righted a toppled chair. “Hmmm? Oh, no Mr. Yotsuya. Thanks for the offer, but I don’t need you to find out for me.”
Ukyo’s gaze fell on the open door to the back, the sign “Staff Only” hanging on one peg and swinging almost drunkenly on the door. “Aha! So that is where he is!” She turned her attention to the café, still full with the late lunch crowd. Well, they’d be fine for the few minutes while she went in there, collared Ryoga and smacked him around some.
Entering the storage room, Ukyo looked around for Ryoga and didn’t see him. Calling out his name, she looked in the few rooms on the first floor, including the broom closet, (nope, nowhere to hide) walk-in freezer (too cold) and bathroom (already occupied by an angry customer, as she just found out). As she neared the sign of the crash, boxes of noodles and flour were strewn all over. Cans of sauce littered the floor, and it looked as if someone had emerged from under them. Discarded items made a trail leading to the stairs upstairs and Ukyo’s living quarters.
Upstairs, Ryoga was wandering around, befuddled. This wasn’t Nerima. He’s certainly not outside and it wasn’t Ukyo’s café. Where was he? As he entered Ukyo’s bedroom, he was assaulted by feminine things, such as underwear, hairbows, perfume and all sorts of intimacies that women have. He was ready to run again, but since his last hasty retreat he’d had time to let the changes that Nodoka made work in him, and it was not quite as instinctual now. In fact, standing in Ukyo’s bedroom helped tremdously, as being assaulted by all that femininity allowed his seduction and sexcraft skills leap to the front of his brain and take over – kind of like Cliffs Notes, so he wouldn’t be so prone to running in the middle of something important.
His breathing slowed, the wild look left his eyes, and something akin to a gleam entered them. The newfound knowledge he had in his brain was giving him clues as to what to do here, that hyperventilating and face-faulting was not a part of the plan--ever, and with a little forethought he could be on easy street, with women lining the way.
As his eyes scanned the room and noted the items in it, he noticed a small vase of flowers sitting on a side table. Slightly wilted, though there was plenty of water in it, the vase held a mix of different color tulips. As he reached out to take one, sure not to knock the vase over, Ryoga heard Ukyo’s voice down the stairs, calling him. She sounds pissed he thought. “I’m…um…here, wherever that is.” He called. He then sat on her bed to wait.
Ukyo lightly ran up the steps, her anger filling her. That idiot! Now I’ve got to clean the back up and a lot of that is probably ruined so I can’t use it, and… her thoughts trailed off as soon as she reached the door to her room and she paused. Sitting on her bed, or rather casually draped across the foot of it, was Ryoga. He had a flower in his hand. Somehow it seemed so delicate in his grasp and made him look more virile and masculine. Odd, she thought, how something so simple as a flower could do that to a man. Her eyes followed his body as he stood up and took a couple of steps to reach her, then locked on his when he stopped directly in front of her and she held her breath as he spoke.
As Ryoga neared Ukyo, he could see her arousal. Using the skills he had acquired almost as an afterthought now, he held out the flower to her and huskily said “I saw the beauty of this flower and thought of you, but now I can see there is no comparison to the real thing.” Ukyo blushed profusely, and he continued, laying the cool, yellow tulip against her heated cheek “The color matches perfectly with the gold flecks in your eyes.”
Ukyo was disoriented. She had never been so affected by words before, and to think that they had come from the mouth of Ryoga, not Ranma, was unnerving. “Ranma…”
“…Has Akane. And now, my darling, you have me.” Ryoga was really laying it on, seeing her resolve weaken. He trailed the flower down her cheek, resting it on her collarbone briefly before moving it any lower. “Come with me, darling.” Ryoga removed the flower and pressed a kiss to her collarbone, drawing back and leading her into her room, step by step until they reached the bed. Ukyo…
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