My Love

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Disclaimer: I disclaim everything regarding this anime.

A/N: It’s all about Ranma’s POV while he’s being *toot* (beeping sound). It’s also kind of OOC and a little bit confusing. But hey, this is fan fiction, right? Please R&R, I’ll greatly appreciate it.

Here again my dome cascades exactly onto this mushy bolster immediately after the animated ram. Man, how I hate this kind o’ stuff, yet, I still yield in. I don’t understand why, feeling this baka buta kissing and caressing me all over, tasting his breath, his saliva, and sometimes, his sweat. In any case, it isn’t all that bad. It’s quite good actually, compared to Akane’s so-called victuals.

Said I hate him. Believe me I do. His presence I detest, existence I despise. His ways I disdain, style I deride. His demeanors I defame, persona I decry. ………Damn…I lied…

But REALLY, he thrusts so hard, I always bleed. Kinda makes me remember the times we fight. Cherry blood rolls down from my split lip. On the contrary, he cries and cringes in manic pain, all done by my adroit clouts and boots. Good thing he’s beyond normal, any quarry could be in a cast for years!

How I hate his guts, his will and grit. He couldn’t beat me, no matter what he’ll try and do, no matter how hard it is too. And he knows it, yet he never gives in, suffering from tremendous twinges I’ve selflessly furnished him. Toothless and washed-out, immensely considering to faint any minute then. Hence came bouts I have to bear him, his face blackened from grime and contusion. With my palms lifting his full weight, grasping his back and thighs, I carried him like a princess…and felt like a prince.

This man likewise hates me because of being the cause of blight in his viability into becoming an inept beast. Well I think indebtedness he should discharge instead, acquiring the fluky advantage on my beloved Akane; it pisses me.

Oi!!! Watch it! God that was a hard one. Another thing I don’t understand is why an affair so extraordinary like this happens time and again after an overwhelming war that’s indeed truly ours. I, knowing the fact, would still fight my best and never hold back. Is it because I want this? HELL!!! ……… Heck! What’s the point in childish denying? Oh well, maybe I do want this; even so, I am NOT obsessed. ………………(!!!) BULLSHIT!!! On a second thought, perhaps it’s just my sheer sympathy. Yeah, that’s right. I pity this creature. It’s the only reason I surrender, the only reason I consent to give him pleasure. Hate to admit it but, he deserves it. In light of all those austere sores he had reaped, he didn’t even asked for it. God forgives him. Ranma, I salute you!

Damn he’s good, in spite of the stings he’d bequeath. He knows my spots so well. I…I…oh…it feels good… yes! YES! YES!!! …

Ryoga, I’m doing this for you, and maybe for me too. But I still hate you, and you hate me too. Is this love? Lust? Anger? Revenge? Or just mere unconsciousness. I don’t care, you smell good. Funny you’d prefer me like this when water is still abundant. Why go immoral when you could have a great gal?

You wipe away my tears with your callous thumb as you rub_ me_ down. Rubbin’ it right a job well done. Yet, I’m ashamed, ashamed of doing this with you. Then again, perhaps it’s not shame but embarrassment, from loudly moaning to moaning like a girl right in front of you. Nevertheless, to care you do not, your face expressionless and cold. Next day you forget all these shit and slap me obnoxious words. You’ll try to fight again and end up in this bed again. I’m used to it…kinda……… Nah, not yet I guess. I still savor and relish each and every enchanted evening together here with you. The way you play me, so wily, the way you tease me, it’s not even funny. It pains. And it pains more to see you emotionless and amnesic the following date. Yet, it eases later throughout the night. Yet, it’s all my fault, sole clumps commencing this devious corollary, tsk tsk. Curse these hands, and curse your body. Cursed indeed. Come to think of it, we’re even!

Naughty you, cumming inside me, making me your own. Oh Ryoga, I AM yours! And I get pretty jealous of that bitch, Akari. …Darn! And Akane-san too!

Handsome you are and the more I look the more you are. Those burly defined muscles and figure, oh…how I slaver. The further the time passes, the further you’re nearing my heart. And all those nasty words are like sweet dreams tearing the world apart.

FUCK!!! Still I hate you, ‘coz you hate me. I love you, and you simply love my body. You’re selfish; I’m greedy. You’re miserable; I’m sad. You’re helpless; I’m hopeless!

GEEZ!!! Ow! That’s the last time you’ll ever gonna squeeze my butt, buddy! …On a second thought, do it again!

I demean you, for your sense-of-directionlessness. No more than a brawn, and shed brain. Ptuy! Such a turn-off. Annoying and uncool, albeit aura is blue. What’s in you, you perv! That makes me so obsessed. ………………(!!!) JESUS! I AM obsessed!

Bastard! You’re always the donor; I’m always the recipient, just lying here waiting for your fuckin’ move. And as your fuckin’ flairs become more and more clever, I’m becoming more and more a loafer. I greatly admire your fortitude from doing all the work, wondering if you really DO enjoy it. So lazy, I love it. I love it nonetheless. And if I love it, you like it. You’d feel like on top of the world. I also wonder if I was your first, ‘coz you are my first. Then you should really thank me now since I sacrificed my virginity on you, an idiot like you. I’ll never forgive you. Then I’ll eventually kick your reekin’ ass. Screw you! Then I’d feel sorry again and embrace you. Then again, maybe it’s not that, most likely because of honest love, Ryo-Ga-Kun… But, you’ll never understand. And suddenly I wanted to become Akane, my darling, so you’ll love me too, my darling……… (!!!) Darn you son of a bitch! See what you’ve done?! You’re messing my mind!

Nacarat my finger is as I took a glimpse of it. Wanna know why? I’ll tell you. It’s from the barbed needle I never failed to exploit every morning as soon as the sun has transpired. It’s also another thing I don’t understand why you have to reap up my posh array, leaving me sawing the succeeding sunshine completely wasting my time. If it’s hard just tell me, I’ll take them off myself…for you.

Your sharp nose glides gently across my skin, sanctioning your fragrant hair to trace its path, I shudder. A rare sensation flowing through my glands and venules, I sweat. Only attesting your arrogance, and my pride brutally concealed. Don’t you dare get carried away; I still hate you. Finely honed teeth fiddling on sensitive nebles is not very good an idea. You’re mocking me, boy. I HATE you.

And although I protrude a cheerful disposition relentlessly upon you, my heart is slowly filled with disquiet and anger every time I do. I never attain serenity unlike you.

I wish you’d wake up beside me. You never sleep with me. Possessed, you walk away after you use me, I cry. Eyes blank and half-closed, I never complain. I’m a failure; you’re a loser. Yet still, unfair it is.

I treasure the moments we get along. No matter how curt and petty it is. Yes. You’ll never know, ‘coz I never show. Nobody would know, plastic is my best friend. I’m obliged that this disgraceful peril is kept a mystery as well. I swear I’ll die if ever somebody finds out. Yet, it won’t matter still ‘coz one day, I WILL explode. Why? It’s because of you! You have changed my blissful life into a hell full of agony and anxiety. You’re unforgivable. Yet God forgives you, and still, unfair it is.

I’ve felt your warm hands as you hold me, like a harp, like a drum. Its melody is sweet, is spicy. You’re drivin’ me crazy!

Ugh… It’s getting hot. I’ll beat you up tomorrow dickhead. You got me beggin’ for more, got me addicted like an aficionado. It’s all your fault; I’m gonna kill you………my love…