How could it go so wrong?
It wasn't fair. After he's studied, gone to bed early, woken up earlier, and left five hours prior to the event, he still wound up arriving a day late. Worse, by the time he arrived, the professor had already given away his last pokeball. The other tamers were already off and on their way to building their harems. But, for him, the journey was over before it even began.
Life stunk.
With a scowl, Ryoga slung his pack against the wall and went upstairs to his room. His parents were nowhere to be seen, but then he remebered that they'd left early too so they could see him off. No doubt, they'd gotten lost as he had. Who knew how long it'd be before he saw them again? It was just as well, he needed to be alone alone right now anyway. And this way, they wouldn't have to know of his shame.
Ryoga flopped down on his futon, hands clasped behind his head, his typical form when brooding. What was eating him more than anything was the smug look he envisioned on Ranma's face when he'd failed to show. The bastard probably made some sort of wisecrack too, he bet.
Ranma Saotome.
Always first. Always on time. Always the best. The girls couldn't get enough of him. Guys couldn't stand him because of it. Who could blame them when he hogged all the action? That was what lead Ryoga to become a tamer in the first place, because he felt someone needed to show Ranma up for a change. That and maybe take him down a notch or two.
So much for that he thought sourly.
I mean, how was he supposed to do that when he didn't even have a pokegirl to start a harem with? Pokegirls didn't just show up on your front doorstep, ya know.
Frustrated, Ryoga sat up and ran a through his hair. This was getting him nowhere. What he needed was a way to get a pokegirl of his own. But how? That was the problem. Another problem arose when his stomach growled, reminding him he hadn't eaten. Ryoga figured he'd take care of that first since it was the easier of the two.
Padding downstairs again, he entered the kitchen ; going straight for the fridge. He'd just opened it, and was in the instance of taking a drink from a can of juice when, there was a knock at the door. Ryoga blinked. No way it could be his parents already, so who could it be?
Curious, he set the can back in the fridge and went to answer the door. He didn't know what to expect, but it certainly wasn't what he found on his doorstep : a couple of pokegirls! Was this for real? Or was he only imagining it? Before he could ask either way, the older girl straightened her dress a bit and spoke up.
"Good evening" she said politely, "I'm Natsume. And this is my sister, Kurumi." here, she pulled the other girl alongside her. "I know it's lot to ask, but my sister and I... we have no tamer and were wondering if you'd take us in? We've tried several others, but they all seem to be gone or have no interest." she explained.
"So... if it isn't too much trouble.... would you?"
As Ryoga processed all this, his chief thought was :
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