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	This is my heart-warming, tear-inducing, blood-stained story of Dokuro-chan and me.		This is my heart-warming, tear-inducing, blood-stained story of Dokuro-chan and me.



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'''Prologue'''

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	And right now, a small, petite, cute looking girl, about my age, was in the middle of changing in my room.		And right now, a small, petite, cute looking girl, about my age, was in the middle of changing in my room.

	Needless to say, I saw everything she and every other girl had ~~but~~ I didn’t. And naturally…		Needless to say, I saw everything she and every other girl had that I didn’t. And naturally…

	“……!”		“……!”

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== '''Prologue''' ==

My name is Kusakabe Sakura.

I don’t have many talents, and I look like a plain, ordinary guy currently in my second year of junior high.

Come on, mock me! I know you want to! (Mock all you wish!)

As far as I’ve been concerned, the one thing I always hated (and was made fun of) was my name.

Because “Sakura” sounded too girlish, I’ve always been frustrated over it, like a spoilt little child.

But now, I couldn’t care less any more.

And the one who caused me to realize that is currently living in my house right now.

Today, I knocked before entering my room again, as usual.

Because my room did not belong to me myself alone.

And right now, a small, petite, cute looking girl, about my age, was in the middle of changing in my room.

Needless to say, I saw everything she and every other girl had but I didn’t. And naturally…

“……!”

“……!”

… We both screamed simultaneously.

“Nooooooooooooooo!”

“Ahhhhhh! Dokuro-chan, I didn’t….”

My sentence was broken by a huge, metallic spiked club in the girl’s hands before I could even finish it.

“Waaaaaaaaaah!!”

The sound of her scream was accompanied by the gushing of brain juices and splattering eyeballs.

Not to forget my severed scalp, which dully landed on the windowpane and stuck there.

Perhaps I could say that she was shy?

“Ah! I’m sorry, Sakura-kun!”

With a cute and melodic voice that would make any lolicon kidnap her without hesitation, she twirled the blood-stained club around and chanted…

“Pipirupirupirupipirupi!”

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.

“Come on, you promised that you wouldn’t club me to death this morning…”

I said as I caressed my newly reformed cheek.

“It’s all Sakura-kun’s fault for suddenly barging in!”

Dokuro-chan said as she covered her breasts with her left hand and wielded the spiked club in her right.

I quickly shut the door with a bang.

That day, she suddenly appeared from my drawer.

Don’t be surprised by what I tell you!

She’s in fact an angel from the future!

You don’t believe me? Well, I found it hard to believe too.

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).

Her name is Dokuro-chan.

Her weapon is that terrifying club covered with spikes, the ‘Massacring rod, Excalibolg’.

But even if I were clubbed to death with it, I wouldn’t die (even if I wanted to!). Strange, isn’t it?

On her smooth and shiny back, there was a tattoo of a dragon lunging for the sky.

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).

And she insists that her favourite food is Dorayaki.

And with that, my otherwise normal, average life was turned upside down.

This is my heart-warming, tear-inducing, blood-stained story of me and Dokuro-chan.

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	Come on, mock me! I know you want to! (Mock all you wish!)		Come on, mock me! I know you want to! (Mock all you wish!)

	As far as ~~I’ve been~~ concerned, the one thing I always hated (and was made fun of) was my name.		As far as I’m concerned, the one thing I always hated (and was made fun of) was my name.

	Because “Sakura” sounded too girlish, I’ve always been frustrated over it, like a spoilt little child.		Because “Sakura” sounded too girlish, I’ve always been frustrated over it, like a spoilt little child.

	But now, I couldn’t care less any more.		But, now, I couldn’t care less any more.

	And the one who caused me to realize that is currently living in my house right now.		And the one who caused me to realize that is currently living in my house right now.
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	Because my room did not belong to me myself alone.		Because my room did not belong to me myself alone.

	And right now, a small, petite, cute looking girl, about my age, was in the middle of changing in my room.		And, right now, a small, petite, cute-looking girl, about my age, was in the middle of changing in my room.

	Needless to say, I saw everything she and every other girl had that I didn’t. And naturally…		Needless to say, I saw everything she and every other girl had that I didn’t. And, naturally…

	“……!”		“……!”
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	Don’t be surprised by what I tell you!		Don’t be surprised by what I tell you!

	She’s in fact an angel from the future!		She’s, in fact, an angel from the future!

	You don’t believe me? Well, I found it hard to believe too.		You don’t believe me? Well, I found it hard to believe, too.

	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).		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).
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	Her name is Dokuro-chan.		Her name is Dokuro-chan.

	Her weapon is that terrifying club covered with spikes, the ‘Massacring ~~rod~~, Excalibolg’.		Her weapon is that terrifying club covered with spikes, the ‘Massacring Rod, Excalibolg’.

	But even if I were clubbed to death with it, I wouldn’t die (even if I wanted to!). Strange, isn’t it?		But, even if I were clubbed to death with it, I wouldn’t die (even if I wanted to!). Strange, isn’t it?

	On her smooth and shiny back, there was a tattoo of a dragon lunging for the sky.		On her smooth and shiny back, there was a tattoo of a dragon lunging for the sky.

	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).		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).

	And she insists that her favourite food is Dorayaki.		And she insists that her favourite food is Dorayaki.

	And with that, my otherwise normal, average life was turned upside down.		And, with that, my otherwise normal, average life was turned upside down.


	This is my heart-warming, tear-inducing, blood-stained story of ~~me and~~ Dokuro-chan.		This is my heart-warming, tear-inducing, blood-stained story of Dokuro-chan and me.