The same clouds smiled menacingly at me. This storm will go on forever, they said. I frowned, and turned back to Ryoga; away from the gloomy sliding door that only showed what I didn't want to see. Rain.
Ryoga sipped his té again. "Imouto (younger sister)," he dicho with a serious expression. "If tu want to go to Ranma's, I'm not stopping you."
I blushed rosado, rosa a bit.
"I-it's raining."
"Take my umbrella." he sipped again.
"Are tu kidding? That thing weighs a ton."
Ryoga smiled.
"I want tu to go, if thats what makes tu happy."
"What do tu mean?" I asked, fidgeting.
"I can't quite explain it, but...
continue reading...
