I'm trying Pucca out for the first time. I just recently started watching it again, and thought 'this would be a really cute fanfiction!'. and so here I am. I hope you guys like it :D
It was crazy how no matter how no matter what strange thing happened in their tiny village, nothing really seemed to change.
He was still living in the same, with the same cat, in the same town, eating the same food with the same old friends, and the same insane fangirl that everyone in the village called his girlfriend.
Ha, girlfriend, like he had a choice.
17 years in the same old village, eating the same old food, practicing and fighting the same old battles.
Nothing really ever changed, not even with his age, beside his appearance of course.
Not that he was complaining, aside from the constant sexual harassment he received, he was happy with his life.
He found himself thinking more and more about her, the way she had attached herself at his hip countless years ago. It was pretty easy going about his day, even when she decided to force another kiss on him or tackle him down in a hug out of no where.
She'd grown along with him. She was tall, curvy, and replaced her red shirt and black pants with a longer red dress that reached mid thigh and black over the knee socks. She always wore tiny ruby flats, and ran around town with her little buns bouncing up and down. She was still a kid, just in a young woman's body.
He'd changed his outfit a bit as well, switching his body suit for fitted black pants, and a long sleeved red shirt under a black tee with a red broken heart in the center. He was still growing, surprisingly, his current height around 5'9", which was pretty tall considering he was Chinese. He was slender, but still fit, with strong arms, and a tougher core. Constantly, he worked out maintaining his slim, lean muscles, the strongest ninja in town, of course, after Pucca.
And his thoughts went back to her.
It never ceased to amaze him, how fucking powerful she was. He never saw her train, or even break a sweat working at her noodle shop. She was just naturally powerful, without putting in any effort.
He shook his head, his low, side ponytails swaying a bit.
He moved his head up slightly, seeing the figure dash across his porch.
Yup, nothing has changed at all. He thought, getting up, and grabbing his sword as he stepped out the door to greet his usual unwanted guest by running away from her.
The bubbly teen ran after him with a smile on her thin red lips.
Just like with all the other stories, I won't continue it unless I know someone will read it, which could be review, follow, or favorite. I'm currently writing 6 other fanfictions, and two stories on fictionpress, so I don't want to waste my time with a story no one even likes =.=