Hi Hi Puffy Ami Yumi show fan fic. A man named Harry lives in the bad part of town miles from anywhere. He is regularly attacked by a notorious thug, known as Mr. Break-My-Bones. While everybody fears him, nobody has more of a reason than his regular victim. Harry wants nothing more for Mr. Break-My-Bones to leave him alone, then even this crappy part of town would be alright. Meanwhile, Ami and Yumi are touring and they pass through this town on their way to their next show. However, out of the blue, their bus breaks down. The girls are left with their cats while Kaz gets the bus taken two towns over for repairs. Harry meets the two stars, and opens his home to them The girls soon become the first people to show him kindness. What happens when Mr. Break-My-Bones learns this? Ami/OC
No copyright infringement intended. Characters belong to their respective owners. I only own Harry and Mr. Break-My-Bones.
Rated T for violence and language, and some slight sexual themes later on.
Chapter one.
A Day In The Life of Harry Howler.
He walked, or rather limped, back to his apartment. The cool night air was bringing new stings to his wounds, which included (but were not limited to) a black eye, a swollen lip, bruised ribs, and a twisted ankle.
"Boy," muttered the man to no one in particular, "that Mr. Break-My-Bones sure knows his stuff about a beating." The long walk was made even longer by his pain, but it was mercifully coming to an end. He saw a single street light on a corner; it was his sign of home. His apartment he was forced to call home was just around the bend. He prayed that a certain thug wasn't. Each step made him more and more paranoid; would old BMB come back for round two? But when he reached the corner, and dared to look, relief filled him. His danger was only imagined, and his attacker was not in sight. The man walked to the apartment, punched the code into the door's keypad, and unlocked the door. He sighed in relief when the door locked itself behind him.
The darkness of the lobby didn't help his state, but he found the strength to go up the three flights of stairs (no mean feat with a twisted ankle) And into his room, which he locked behind him. Harry Howler plopped into his chair, felt the pain of his ribs against the old, rickety armchair that had seen better days, and sighed. Another day in this rotten town. But then, it wasn't the town that was rotten; it was his attacker that made it the hell it was. If anybody had a reason to cry, it would be twenty five year old Harry Howler, but no tears for him tonight. He was a tall and lean man, with lanky arms and legs, a mop of greasy white hair (which was a natural shade), and beady blue eyes.
"Once again," Harry spoke, as if he were an actor performing a monologue to an invisible audience, "That no good, rotten Break My Bones thug wins. He beats me like a ragdoll, and the police are too scared of him to stop him. What I wouldn't give for him to just vanish off the face of the earth. It would make the lives of many people better, but none more so than mine." Eventually, after a few more pain filled minutes, Harry found the strength to get up and get in his bed. As he layed down on his lumpy bed, trying to sleep, he dared to look out the window. But instead of a large, brutish silhouette busting in, he saw a shooting star.
"Shooting star, huh?" He mused to himself, half asleep. "If that wishing on a star garbage holds water, I wish that my life would get better." Harry eventually nodded off, not knowing that his wish was going to be granted.