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<p>203.106.61.155: A small edit</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 but 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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