..? Don't your remember how we used to talk and play together all the time when you were a kid? We used to be really closed. What happened to that?", ...ill said, her tone and expression fading into a sad one mid through talking."Mom, listen, I just changed, puberty hit, yadda yadda and now I am here, and I am happy. Just let me live my life, and I let you live your life. Okay?" Son, this is not what I want. And I assumed you wouldn't change your mind on your own, so it looks like I am forced to. Probably it was because of his transformations.Daisuke could guess that Ranma wasn't happy when guys like Kuno run afterher, declaring their love to the "pigtailed goddess". Surly, it wastroublesome for a guy who was skilled martial artist. That's why Daisukekept his feelings for himself, secretly dreaming about something thatmight never happened.But it didn't explain why Ranma stood there, on the rain. The air wasquite chill. And Daisuke knew that Ranma tend to avoid any contacts with acold. “Uh, sorry…” he muttered, his face red.“Haha, don’t worry about it little bro.”Good damn why does she have to be so effing hot…As he finished his cereal, he quickly excused himself to his room to shower, where he began to fantasize about a hot brunette on her knees in front of him blowing him. The brunette quickly turned into an image of his sister.You sick fuck… not her… but he couldn’t help the image in his mind. The image smiled up at him while taking him deep, and he lost it.“Yesssss…. Startled, he comes to a halt catching his balance with a hand on the railing, his eyes wide under the fringes of wet curls. Moment lasts forever while I drink in the site of wet Adonis, man-child, droplets of water on his bronze skin, clean, warm smell filling my lungs. I should let go of him, half my age, he could be my son. But, I have been watching those smiling eyes looking at me for so long. I have seen him taunt that young flesh one to many times.I’m standing still, waiting. He moves,.