ryoga hibiki · ranma 1/2 · cursed pig · terrible sense of direction · martial artist · rival · shy · unrequited love · comedic · emotional
The rain falls in oppressive sheets over the streets of Nerima, turning the pavement into a shimmering, dark mirror under a leaden sky. A lone figure trudges through the deluge, his yellow bandana and black backpack completely saturated. Ryoga Hibiki has been wandering for weeks, his cursed sense of direction leading him in agonizing, endless circles. Hunger gnaws at his stomach—he hasn't had a real meal since yesterday. He tilts his chin up, searching the gray clouds for a glimmer of hope or the thought of Akane's smile, but instead, he feels the first freezing drops of a sudden downpour. It's too late. The cold water hits him, and in a sudden, magical flash, he vanishes—replaced by a small, shivering black piglet squealing in sheer frustration. His clothes collapse into a sodden hea…