|Life's Not That Simple
Author: sweetserenityforeternity PM
Settling matters with his fist was not a problem for Oga Tatsumi. However, life was far from being as clear as night and day when a new girl moves into town.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Oga T. & Hildagarde/Hilda - Chapters: 5 - Words: 8,998 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 04-26-13 - Published: 01-18-13 - id: 8922012
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A/N: This is the second part of the prologue! I promise that the next one would be a full chapter!
Life's Not That Simple
Why is there no one to beat up when you need to let off some steam?! Damn that woman! Why does she label me a weakling just because I refuse to beat up members of the opposite sex? Then there is Nee-san who shows her devilish 'love' for me when I refuse to do her bidding. Damn her legacy of being athletic and entertaining, requesting to learn martial arts while pursuing a popular role as the pioneer head cheerleader of the Red Tails, my school's cheer leading team. And people wonder why I am so violent and sadistic.
"Oga! Oga! Wait up! Why are —"
Hmph! What a nice view! I smiled my charming smile seeing how I had Furuichi planted vertically into the ground with ease. (A/N: Well, all of us know how he actually looks like at this point. ^-^)
"Oga!" said Bakachi while waving his hands in the air frantically , "Oi Ogaaaa! This is stupid!"
I ignored him and continued advancing towards my favourite croquette shop on the way to school, Ishiyama High, a school for delinquents, or rather hopeless individuals who are expected to fail academically in life. The smell of the beautiful fish-shaped croquettes is lightening up my mood already and my mouth starts to salivate.
"Obasan! 2 croquettes for me!" I said jovially as I took another whiff of the fragrant, freshly fried croquettes.
"Here you go, young man! "said the stallholder, "That would be 250yen."
Aiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee! I felt my empty pockets.
"Oi Creepichi! Lend me some money!"
"Get me out of this hole first dammit! And I am not creepy!"
"Why are you always treating me as your punching bag?" Creepichi exclaimed while dusting off debris from the ground that was deep enough to fit a dead body, "Wait till I tell Hilda-chan!"
I stiffened. Heat rose throughout my medium-built body.
"Baka! Don't mention that woman's name to me!"
One Oga Kick shot him to the skies. Now I feel relieved!