guardian angels who love their charges - Ryoga & Tohko

[pchan]

 Before leaving on this latest 'journey to become stronger', Ryoga Hibiki had emptied out his wallet in buying good luck charms. Normally he wouldn't lower himself to such superstitions (or so he told himself, though that still made it a lie)  but he needed all the fortune he could get on the return journey back. He had an ingenious plan... he would show Akane Tendo his brand new super strength on Valentine's Day!

But despite his backpack being filled with expensive charms, on February fourteenth Ryoga was nowhere near Akane's home town. Though he would still keep moving, his heart was heavy with despair. Why did things always turn out his way? Why was he misfortune's favorite son? Why couldn't his parents do all in their power to ensure that his sense of direction was something close to normal?

With his agony and anger bubbling up, he needed to vent before he resumed his footsteps. Maybe if he got rid of these feelings temporarily, it'd make this whole thing feel faster. He took a deep breath, flexed his fingers, and crouched into position, starting the 'mantra'.

"Can't do anything right... Can't even follow directions...Not even sure where I am right now... SHISHI HOKODAN!"

The Lion's Roar shot flew out of his hands, toppling a nearby tree within seconds.

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[pchan]

Not want to thank her? Did he really come off like some kind of ungrateful barbarian? He was almost mad at her, but then realized that, perhaps, he did give off that kind of impression. He hadn't attended school since the 'bread incident', he'd been traveling on his own for years, and as a result of these things, his social interaction with normal people was nil. Maybe he did come off like some kind of uncouth youth, but he'd have to prove her wrong!

... And then came the writing prompt, completely out of left field.

"... Huh?"

It was all he could get out. A story? Blue, moon, rose? This sounded like a English assignment! He'd never been really bad at any subject when he actually was at school, but he'd never excelled at any of them either. Even if he did take up this unusual offer, what if his attempt was mediocre, or even terrible? He wasn't sure what impression he was making on this girl, and he didn't want to ruin it.

"... Are... are you sure?" He tried for words again, his mind scrambling. "I couldn't just buy you a book? Or give you my library card?" He could feel himself sinking into his shoes by sheer embarrassment, and ecided to be honest. "I've... never really 'written' something like that before." The occasional pathetic love letter to Akane which was never understood, and the occasional challenge letter to Ranma which never required more than MEET ME HERE TO FIGHT, didn't prep him for this sort of work.

[tohko_amano]

If Ryoga had asked Tohko whether or not he came off as some kind of ungrateful barbarian, Tohko would have quickly reassured him that he had nothing to worry about. She simply didn't want Ryoga to feel that he had to thank her with gifts or anything like that if he didn't want to. After all, she didn't want to ignore his free will. Of course, she would have left out the fact that, since she was his Guardian Angel, she had seen just how awkward he could be sometimes, but..that was usually when his feelings overpowered and pinned his logic to the floor. Which was often, even though it was endearing sometimes.

But, since he didn't vocalize any of that, she didn't say anything about it. However, at the 'huh', Tohko looked a little surprised. Sure, it was a bit odd to ask for a story as a gift, but..if someone was a bibliophile, couldn't that be enough explanation to make it normal and alright? She thought that it'd be fine, but..apparently, it was a bit weird, which was only proven by the way Ryoga tried to reach for alternatives. A book would be one thing, but..his library card? He needed that. Even if she did actually want it or used public libraries, she could never take it.

When the truth left his lips though, she gave him a confident smile and, knowing what kind of effect it would have, tried to give him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

"I'm sure. Don't worry though. I'm sure you'll be perfectly alright! All the great authors had to start somewhere, you know! Not that I'm asking you to be a great author if you don't want to be, but..the point is that you'd be at the same starting point they were. And, even if it isn't the best thing in the world, I would be delighted to read it whenever you finished it and we met again.

Of course, if you're still not sure, I suppose a book you bought would be perfectly fine too. But I'd really love to see what your writing is like."

[pchan]

So much for that approach. She was stubborn, but not in an obnoxious way. Ryoga chewed on the inside of his cheek, mulling this over. It was unusual how she refused to change her mind but didn't make it annoying. It was a charming aspect. He breathed in loudly through his nostrils and emptied the air out in the same way. This was one fight he wouldn't win.

"... I suppose I can't be too picky, since you did help me." He relented, scratching the back of his head. "Fine... but like I said... don't expect anything too great. And if you change your mind later on what you want this to be, I'll accept it." He was tempted to simply let things end on that positive note, but then he looked her straight in the eye, ruining the mood yet again. "How long does this have to be? Is there a word count? ... Does this have to be fiction or any genre?"

Yep, he was treating this assignment like homework and she was the teacher. He couldn't help it, he hadn't done anything mentally challenging in ages. His body exercised every day, but his mind and creativity were old, fat muscles that hadn't moved.

[tohko_amano]

The reason Tohko wasn't being overly stubborn right now was because she was trying to hold herself back for various reasons and because..she hadn't truly gotten hooked by this issue. When a mystery or something similar due it's claws into Tohko, it was nearly impossible to stop her from trying to figure it out, but..she knew that trying to force herself on Ryoga wouldn't work. Plus, it would be selfish. He already loved someone else, and there was no way Heaven would approve.

So, Tohko quietly watched Ryoga, her hand still on his shoulder, as he deeply inhaled and exhaled. It..really did make him seem like a pig, but it was a small thing, compared to all of his other qualities. Plus, people usually weren't made up of just good qualities. When he relented though, she gave him a violet-like smile and took her hand off his shoulder, since it would seem weird if she just kept holding onto him like that. Sure, it was nice touching the person she loved the most, but she didn't want to make things even more awkward.

She was just about to say thank you and remind him that she hadn't finished helping him yet when..he looked her straight in the eye and..asked how long the story had to be. Genre, she could understand, since people had different tastes, and she could understand if he wanted to steer clear of horror stories or anything else that she might not like, but..these were the kinds of questions you'd ask an English teacher, not a person you wanted to give a thank-you gift too.

So, while her smile didn't fade away, it did dull as she lightly sighed.

"You choose the genre, word count, and the length. C'mon, you're a martial artist, right? It's fine if your story isn't that great, though I'm sure you have nothing to worry about, but martial artists have to be strong and creative. If someone manages to slip through and counter all the moves you have and pulls something you've never seen on you, how are you going to survive if you don't think outside the box?

Samurai trained their bodies and their minds, you know. If you want to be as skilled as they were with your body, then you have to push every single piece of you to the limit."

..And this was another (arguably negative) trait Tohko had. Given the right topic, she could just go on and on, especially if it was about books.

[pchan]

His eyes widened momentarily as if he'd been smacked in the face. Why... why hadn't he thought of it that way?! It made perfect sense! His hands clenched up, now taking this as seriously, sort of, as she was. "Ah... so that's what you're doing!" He jumped to the wrong conclusion yet again. "You're trying to help me train, in a different way! Yes... it all makes sense now." He looked away for a moment, recalling what he thought was important. "I've been traveling for so long that anything I've learned in school has probably been forgotten... but Ranma Saotome has gone to school normally every day! His brain must be as finely tuned as his body! No wonder he keeps beating me!"

To him, this was absolutely logical. "Young lady!" He declared, grabbing her hands as he got lost in his own passion and rambling. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention! I swear, I won't let this lesson go to waste... You won't receive one mere story... I shall make multiple novels of epic length! I shall conquer every genre! I will write in first and third person! I'll use Kanji, Hiragana, even English! This is my vow to you... when next we meet... my brain will be the strongest part of me, and I will deliver to you pages to entertain you for years!"

[tohko_amano]

When Ryoga's eyes widened and his hands clenched up into fists, Tohko couldn't help but smile like she had just won a long, long battle with Shere Khan. Sure, it..looked like he had the wrong idea about this, but..if he thought that writing and thinking creatively about different situations would help him beat Ranma (and it probably would, if he came up with something that no one had every thought of before), then she wasn't going to tell him otherwise.

After all..since Ryoga already loved someone else, it was best not to get her hopes up about him scribbling away, trying to think about what would taste best to her, instead of thinking of new, creative ways to tell his story or new, good ways he could twist it or add in an extra element. Heaven wouldn't approve either, so..it was really best to just focus on how using his creativity could help him best Ranma.

As she thought about all this, Tohko had put on a kindly smile like violets, but..since she wasn't expecting Ryoga to suddenly grab her hands, that instantly broke it, revealing a surprised face underneath..which quickly turned into a warm, genuine smile as she held his hands in return and squeezed them a little.

It really was a delicate, sweet sensation, holding the hand of someone you loved, especially after hearing something like that.

"I don't know when we'll ever meet again, even though I have a feeling we will, but..if you really don't mind waiting, I would be delighted to read every little thing you scribble down in whatever language, style, genre, or point of view you choose. After all, there are more languages than Japanese and English, and it's good to remember the second person format, but..I would be overjoyed to read everything you wrote, no matter if it was the longest epic poem in the history of the world or the shortest, sweetest love story that anyone had ever created."

..It was more than a little difficult to stop herself from confessing her feelings, even in a roundabout way that Ryoga probably wouldn't understand right now (if ever), but..even if she didn't say anything, her warm, fuzzy feelings, like warm peach soda, probably floated up and presented themselves on her face.

[pchan]

Different languages would indeed be difficult - English was hard enough for him - but the idea of new challenges only spurned him on further. Maybe he could master every written language there ever was! He'd be brilliant by the year's end! And maybe Akane would be impressed too! This was a win-win for everyone!

"Let's get going!" He announced enthusiastically. Without taking time to study her face, he let go of her hands and turned her around, taking an (wrong) assumption that this was the way towards the path she knew. He then gripped her shoulder, pulling her close to him, making sure there was no chance they would ever be separated. "We haven't a moment to lose! This new training regiment will require more pencils and papers my backpack can handle... it's time to walk and plan, miss - "

And then he paused. It finally occurred him to that, despite this long and unusual conversation they had shared, they hadn't exactly introduced themselves. Names were not exchanged. How terribly rude of him - holding hands, touching her shoulder, and he'd never even said his name! His cheeks went red, overwhelmed with embarrassment. He cleared his throat quietly.

"... My name is Ryoga Hibiki."