Late again. That was the thought on his mind as he slowly trudged home that evening. The boy's downtrodden expression spoke volumes of his disappointment for missing out on the big event, the one all the young tamers look forward to each year : recieving their frst Pokegirl.
The thing of it was, he'd left five hours prior to the event to give himself extra time and he'd stll been a day late! By then, the professor had already given away his last pokeball, crushing his dreams of building a harem before he even got started.
It felt strangely familiar somehow.
Anyhoo, it was par for the course for seventeen year old Ryoga Hibiki. He was usually the last to arrive anywhere due to a rare type of directional dyslexia, though many joked it was because he and his family suffered a Blood Curse instead. That one always made him angry.
Still, there was no denying his Pokegirl heritage, like his inhuman stength and endurance. Or his fangs. The girls in his area thought they made him look cute, too bad he never noticed.
It was nightfall by the time he made it home. The house was empty, which came as no surprise since it usually was. In this instance, his parents had left early to see him off. Who knew how long it'd be before they found their way home again? Or each other, for that matter. It was just as well, he needed to be alone right now anyway. Ryoga slung his pack in the corner and went upstairs to his room.
There, he stretched out on his futon, chin cupped in his hands. Idly, he thought of all the other tamers and the excitement they must've felt when they each recieved their first Pokegirl. He envied them. They got to choose which one they wanted to start out with, all the more reason to get there as early as possible. The first ones in line always got to choose from the picks of the litter as it were. Ryoga knew who'd probably been first in line :
Ranma Saotome.
Always first. Always on time. Always the best. Not to mention, he was a pain in the ass and a show off to boot. The guy was always bragging about how good he was and loving the attention all the girls gave him. He was the reason Ryoga decided to become a tamer in the first place, because somebody needed to shut him up... and maybe take him down a notch or two. Fat chance of doing that now. he thought bitterly.
It wasn't fair! Why should he have all the luck?
Disgusted, Ryoga flopped onto his back, clasping his hands behind his head. It felt, to him, like Ranma had it all and he got zilch. They said every dog has his day, Ryoga couldn't help feeling his was long overdue.
Frustrated, he sat up and ran a hand through his hair. Moping wasn't going to solve anything. He needed Pokegirl. The problem was getting one. He supposed he had enough saved up to buy one from the Pokeranch in their area, but most of theirs were domesticated.
Ryoga wondered what he should do, until he heard noise coming from downstairs. No way it could be his parents so soon, their sense of direction was worse than his! A burgular perhaps? I mean, their house was empty most of the time. Maybe someone finally decided to take advantage. Too bad they chose they wrong time to do it.
Cracking his knuckles, he got up and padded downstairs. The noise was coming from the kitchen. Ryoga pressed his back against the doorway and peeped around the corner. Whoever it was was raiding the fridge. So it was a burgular. Bad move. was his last thought before he came from behind the doorway and pounced.
Too bad he didn't know that the "burgular" was :
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