The Pig and the Princess Ch. 2

Ryoga had no idea what to do. He expected hysterical screaming or huge mallets appearing out of thin air to punt him across town, but for Usagi to FAINT. He didn't know what to do. He sat in the tub for nearly a minute before it registered that he was still in the buff. Ryoga quickly jumped out of the tub and grabbed a towel, except he did it so fast it was all a blur (A: pouts) Ryoga started to pace around and think 'I just can't leave here I only have a towel with my luck I'll be arrested for public indecency.' Ryoga was thinking so hard he didn't notice Usagi starting to wake up.

" Great what am I going to tell Ms. Usagi. I'm sure she'll believe I turn into a pig because I'm cursed. Yeah right after she chases me out of her house and call's the police not to mention phone for a psychiatrist."

"Is that's what's wrong are you cursed?" said by you guessed it Usagi she heard the whole thing.

Ryoga jumped and turned around but couldn't seem to see Usagi because he was facing in the wrong direction. Ryoga quickly altered his direction and blushed when he realized he was only wearing a towel (A; drool's) Usagi was also blushing. She had never seen a guy in only a towel before well there was that time at Mamoru's house when he just got out of the shower but compared to Ryoga , he was a wimp, Ryoga actually had muscle. Usagi quickly averted her eyes. Ryoga was another story. He was staring at her blond hair. It was undone from her unusual hair style and it ran down like a golden waterfall into shimmering golden pools of hair all around her. Ryoga was wondering what it would feel like to run his hands in her hair but stopped that line of thought when he realized what he was thinking.

'Why am I thinking this it is Akane I love. I must be faithful to her.' his thoughts were again interrupted when Usagi repeated her question.

"So is that what's wrong?"

"Huh uhh yes I have been cursed."

"How did it happen, you being cursed I mean."

"Well it's kind of a long story Ms. Usagi'

"Well I like long stories but first why don't I get you some clean clothes Mr....... uh what's your real name by the way?"

"Oh my real name is Ryoga.'

"Ok Ryoga you just follow me and I will get you some clothes ok."

"Ok"

Usagi started to leave and didn't look back till she got to her parents room. Thankfully luna decided to take a nap so she didn't see what was going on. When Usagi reached her parents she turned back thinking she would find Ryoga. Instead she found nothing but air.

'Hmm I wonder where he could have gone. I wonder if he has a bad sense of direction as a human also? All well I better go find him.'

It wasn't until 15 minutes later when Usagi found him. Ryoga was in the basement looking around confused like mumbling incoherent phrases about his hell and how it was all this guys fault.

"Ryoga what are you doing down here? Are you lost?"

Ryoga just blushed a deep shade of red.

"Okay Ryoga. Here take my hand" and in saying that Usagi grabbed Ryoga's hand. When there hand's touched there was a shock that went through both of them. Usagi put it off  as her imagination and Ryoga put it off as static electricity. When Usagi and Ryoga got to her parents bedroom Usagi pulled out grey sweat pants and a white t-shirt and proceeded to run out of the rooms after saying for Ryoga to put those on. Ryoga did as she said and waited for Usagi to come knowing that if he left he would just get lost again. Usagi came and took him down to the kitchen ,after she changed into a white and pink flannel pj suit with little blue flowers all over it, and proceeded to take the leftovers from the night before and popped it into the microwave to heat up. After it was done she gave some to Ryoga and proceeded to eat the rest of the food as if her life depended on it. Ryoga was kind of surprised at the way she ate but grew used to it because it wasn't as bad as the way Ranma ate.

"So what about your story?" was what came out of Usagi's mouth when she was done eating. Ryoga decided to get comfortable because it was going to be along story.