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<p>99.247.141.166: Fixed a typo</p> <hr /> <div>The place? A random house located in Japan.<br /> <br /> (Even though it was my house)<br /> <br /> The story? Of a boy (me) and an angel (Dokuro-chan), sitting together in a room covered with Tatami mats.<br /> <br /> “Hey, Sakura-kun!”<br /> <br /> “Yeah?”<br /> <br /> The smell of my mother (aged 38 this year) cooking curry drifted into my room. The sun was setting in the west. It seemed that the time was dusk.<br /> <br /> I was sitting in the television room next to the kitchen, trying my best to finish up my homework before dinner. The table was sprawled full with books.<br /> <br /> “What are you doing?”<br /> <br /> Asked Dokuro-chan with her angelic voice, as she suddenly cuddled me from behind.<br /> <br /> Her love for me was always very passionate.<br /> <br /> “It… It’s obvious isn’t it? I’m trying to do my homework…”<br /> <br /> My voice was trembling at that point.<br /> <br /> “Eh~~ Home~ work~? Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha~”<br /> <br /> “A-A-Ahhhhhhhhh! Dokuro-chan! Don’t grip my neck like that! You’re gonna crush my windpipe! Mom, help me! I’m about to be strangled to death by Dokuro-chan!!”<br /> <br /> You see, Dokuro-chan’s love for me was always very passionate.<br /> <br /> In fact, it was so passionate, it was sometimes lethal.<br /> <br /> “Why does Sakura-kun have to do his homework&gt;:<br /> <br /> “Huh?”<br /> <br /> “You have me here don’t you…”<br /> <br /> Said Dokuro-chan after she released my throat from her vice-grip, as she turned to look at me with tear-filled eyes.<br /> <br /> “Dokuro-chan, what do you mean?”<br /> <br /> I said as I glanced in the mirror hanging on the wall, noticing a wound similar to that of being lashed at with a whip on my neck.<br /> <br /> “I came all the way from the future for Sakura-kun, and all you can think about is studying?”<br /> <br /> “Ah, do you mean to tell me that you’ll do my homework for me?”<br /> <br /> “Of course not you idiot!”<br /> <br /> Swoosh~<br /> <br /> A slicing gust of wind ripped across my forehead, as blood trickled down from a freshly opened wound.<br /> <br /> Dokuro-chan had just swept the massacring rod, Excalibolg, at me.<br /> <br /> If I hadn’t pulled my head back a moment ago, I think my brains would have been splattered over the room right now.<br /> <br /> “My sources clearly tell me that Sakura-kun always forgot to do his homework and was punished to stand in the hallways, in addition to frequently getting zeros in exams every time!”<br /> <br /> “Huh? But I’ve never gotten a single zero in my life!”<br /> <br /> “Here, look at this!”<br /> <br /> Dokuro-chan twirled her massacring rod through the air, and using her angelic powers, conjured a pile of manga from thin air.<br /> <br /> “Look! You definitely look like this boy here!”<br /> <br /> “No matter what you say, Dokuro-chan…. This is just a story from a manga! Just like those stories where a girl arrives from an alternate dimension or something! But I gotta admit, you sure do get a lot of stereotypical wimpy male character leads in such stories…”<br /> <br /> “Hmm, okay then! Why not we play a game then! Should we play poker, or Shiritori?”<br /> <br /> “No thank you. Such games aren’t fun when played with two individuals…”<br /> <br /> “Okay I’ll start! T-back!”<br /> <br /> “Ku? Hmm, let’s see…. Ku…. Hey! Didn’t I just say I didn’t want to play Shiritori? And this is the real world isn’t it? It’s different from your world in manga!”<br /> <br /> “Then what should we do?”<br /> <br /> “Dokuro-chan try to be realistic won’t you? Don’t intertwine reality with fiction! And please, stop brandishing Excalibolg like that!”<br /> <br /> “Aw…”<br /> <br /> “There’s no point making a face like that!:<br /> <br /> “Well, I can’t stop hating it! Stop doing your homework and come play with me!”<br /> <br /> With that said, Dokuro-chan laid down spread-eagled on the floor and started beating the Tatami mats with her hands and feet.<br /> <br /> “Woah! Dokuro-chan don’t lie down like that! I can even see your panties already, how do you expect me to do my homework like this?”<br /> <br /> “Hmm? And why is that so?”<br /> <br /> Dokuro-chan suddenly said as she sat up straight on the Tatami mats.<br /> <br /> “Erm…”<br /> <br /> Faced with such a sudden question, even I couldn’t formulate a reply.<br /> <br /> Let’s get things straight. I’m a normal, healthy student who’s in his 2nd year of high school.<br /> <br /> Throughout a day, various images of naked women flash through my mind. <br /> <br /> Just like any other normal guy who’s just hit puberty, I can’t stop fantasizing about perverted stuff every three seconds.<br /> <br /> Especially when a beautiful girl just suddenly appears and decides to sleep in my room, it’s easy to lose control of my mind once in a while.<br /> <br /> (I can only curse the fact that she’s sleeping in the cupboard instead of beside me.)<br /> <br /> And of course, seeing Dokuro-chan’s panties were nothing extraordinary – all in a day’s work.<br /> <br /> If I had to say something, it was that ever since Dokuro-chan appeared in my house, my life had gone through a tremendous change.<br /> <br /> But of course, there were things Dokuro-chan didn’t know of.<br /> <br /> Sitting down and slowly explain everything to Dokuro-chan was something that a pure, innocent boy like me was just not capable of.<br /> <br /> “……”<br /> <br /> My face turned beet red as I lowered my head.<br /> <br /> The thing that troubled me most was, Dokuro-chan seemed to find nothing wrong about it.<br /> <br /> “Ah I see… So if I do this, Sakura-kun won’t do his homework anymore…”<br /> <br /> With that said, Dokuro-chan slowly began to pull up her dress.<br /> <br /> OH. MY. GOD.<br /> <br /> “D-D-Dokuro-chan…. (Insert gulping sound here), s-s-stop….”<br /> <br /> “Hehe~~”<br /> <br /> Dokuro-chan continued to pull her dress upwards, revealing her skull-emblazoned panties. Along with her cute little belly-button, her amazing curves and her shiny hip bones…<br /> <br /> OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD<br /> <br /> How the hell did Dokuro-chan’s innocent smile turn so seductive?<br /> <br /> And above my head, my sense of reasoning took the form of an angel holding up a sign reading “Stop looking!”, while my lust morphed into a seductive angel (who else but Dokuro-chan?) bearing a signboard saying “Keep looking!”<br /> <br /> Just as Dokuro-chan had thrown sand into the eyes of my sense of reasoning and was about to club it to death with Excalibolg…<br /> <br /> “I’m back!”<br /> <br /> … My father came home!<br /> <br /> My father (39 this year), who was going to step into the television room any minute now!<br /> <br /> If he witnessed this situation…<br /> <br /> It would be worse when the time my parents caught me watching late-night adult shows on television!<br /> <br /> I quickly screamed to Dokuro-chan while trying to keep my voice as low as possible:<br /> <br /> “All right all right! I won’t do my homework anymore! I’ll ignore it completely so please stop Dokuro-chan!”<br /> <br /> “That’s great!”<br /> <br /> Just as Dokuro-chan released her dress, my father stepped into the room.<br /> <br /> “Sakura, I’m back. Ah, doing your homework I see, that’s good!”<br /> <br /> “Welcome back, uncle~”<br /> <br /> “I’m back, Dokuro-chan! Be sure to keep on eye while Sakura does his homework!”<br /> <br /> “I will~~”<br /> <br /> Dokuro-chan had previously used her angelic powers (conjuring a pile of cash from thin air) to persuade my mother and father into accepting her as a family member.<br /> <br /> Oh and by the way, Dokuro-chan had used her angelic powers to turn herself into a “relative’s daughter who was staying with us”. Before this, she had attempted to become “a daughter my mother had in secret before she was married” but fortunately decided against this idea.<br /> <br /> “Then let’s tidy up the table and watch some television!”<br /> <br /> With that said, Dokuro-chan swept all my notes and textbooks to one side, and proceeded to sit beside me and switch on the television.<br /> <br /> If this continues on… If this continues on…<br /> <br /> I’ll be sure to become a useless bum!</div>

99.247.141.166 http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=Dokuro-chan:Volume1_Prologue&diff=27838 2008-05-10T05:10:26Z

<p>99.247.141.166: Sentence clarity: changed the conjunction &quot;but&quot; to the relative pronoun &quot;that&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>== '''Prologue''' ==<br /> <br /> My name is Kusakabe Sakura.<br /> <br /> I don’t have many talents, and I look like a plain, ordinary guy currently in my second year of junior high.<br /> <br /> Come on, mock me! I know you want to! (Mock all you wish!)<br /> <br /> As far as I’ve been concerned, the one thing I always hated (and was made fun of) was my name.<br /> <br /> Because “Sakura” sounded too girlish, I’ve always been frustrated over it, like a spoilt little child.<br /> <br /> But now, I couldn’t care less any more.<br /> <br /> And the one who caused me to realize that is currently living in my house right now.<br /> <br /> <br /> Today, I knocked before entering my room again, as usual.<br /> <br /> Because my room did not belong to me myself alone.<br /> <br /> And right now, a small, petite, cute looking girl, about my age, was in the middle of changing in my room.<br /> <br /> Needless to say, I saw everything she and every other girl had that I didn’t. And naturally…<br /> <br /> “……!”<br /> <br /> “……!”<br /> <br /> … We both screamed simultaneously.<br /> <br /> “Nooooooooooooooo!”<br /> <br /> “Ahhhhhh! Dokuro-chan, I didn’t….”<br /> <br /> My sentence was broken by a huge, metallic spiked club in the girl’s hands before I could even finish it.<br /> <br /> “Waaaaaaaaaah!!”<br /> <br /> The sound of her scream was accompanied by the gushing of brain juices and splattering eyeballs.<br /> <br /> Not to forget my severed scalp, which dully landed on the windowpane and stuck there.<br /> <br /> Perhaps I could say that she was shy?<br /> <br /> “Ah! I’m sorry, Sakura-kun!”<br /> <br /> With a cute and melodic voice that would make any lolicon kidnap her without hesitation, she twirled the blood-stained club around and chanted…<br /> <br /> “Pipirupirupirupipirupi!”<br /> <br /> With a flash, my bloody remains magically flew from the floor and reattached themselves onto my neck, just like a video tape played in reverse.<br /> <br /> “Come on, you promised that you wouldn’t club me to death this morning…”<br /> <br /> I said as I caressed my newly reformed cheek.<br /> <br /> “It’s all Sakura-kun’s fault for suddenly barging in!”<br /> <br /> Dokuro-chan said as she covered her breasts with her left hand and wielded the spiked club in her right.<br /> <br /> I quickly shut the door with a bang.<br /> <br /> <br /> That day, she suddenly appeared from my drawer.<br /> <br /> Don’t be surprised by what I tell you!<br /> <br /> She’s in fact an angel from the future!<br /> <br /> You don’t believe me? Well, I found it hard to believe too.<br /> <br /> Well, if you’re asking for evidence, there’s that shiny halo above her head (which is as sharp as a samurai’s katana, I might add).<br /> <br /> Her name is Dokuro-chan.<br /> <br /> Her weapon is that terrifying club covered with spikes, the ‘Massacring rod, Excalibolg’.<br /> <br /> But even if I were clubbed to death with it, I wouldn’t die (even if I wanted to!). Strange, isn’t it?<br /> <br /> On her smooth and shiny back, there was a tattoo of a dragon lunging for the sky.<br /> <br /> On the dragon’s back were the words, “Angel in life, angel in death”, tattooed in black (It’s what I noticed when she was bathing).<br /> <br /> And she insists that her favourite food is Dorayaki.<br /> <br /> And with that, my otherwise normal, average life was turned upside down.<br /> <br /> <br /> This is my heart-warming, tear-inducing, blood-stained story of me and Dokuro-chan.</div>

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