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English is NOT my first language, I'm from Italy and this is my first attempt to translate myself some of my Fan Fiction (by the way, thanks to BambolinaBarracuda for her suggestions). I hope you like this short story.

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FIRST IMPRESSION

by Kunosenpai

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It is said that the first look is essential.

Clothes, posture, movements, features. Each of these elements, or all together, will classify the guy before you forever.

You heard that rumor too.

You can't remember either where or when – too many the places you visited, too much the training with Pop, too few the genuine memories, too few the ones you want to remember – but the concept itself stuck in your mind.

Anyway, you couldn't test it in concrete terms: you haven't known many people during these years, and what is more, your few friends – or playmates? or only rivals? – were males. Actually you've never come into contact with a girl… well, at least not before you fell in that cursed spring.

And now – surprise! – you got engaged. You heard it less than an hour ago, as Pop was enough careful to tell you the news only after both of you were near the Tendo residence.

Here you are, in this unknown house, with this unknown family. What a pretty picture: a father undoubtedly too emotional, three daughters – that's right, strangely enough all females – and obviously you yourself, woman amongst women.

You aren't where you wish to be, of course.

You ask yourself what junk that foolish old man has on his head. He told you about the fiancée matter, knocked you from behind, dragged you here and finally introduced himself to his old friend without thinking about first turning both of you into your normal bodies. You guess he wanted to make a sensation. Well, he did.

If that speech about the first impression – now you know why you remembered it – is well-grounded, you'll be branded for life. Anyway, what of an impression can make a big old panda carrying on his shoulders a shouting chick?

The good side of the coin, you notice that for some minutes now you've luckily stopped being the center of attention.

The householder is lying on a futon. You'd almost swear he's completely unconscious, if not for the abundant tears streaming non-stop.

The girl you believe to be the eldest daughter – you don't know her name, nobody introduced themselves, though you did – seems kind, yet she totally forgot your presence, too much intent on treating her father with a damp cloth.

The other daughter speaks of you indeed but, besides her nasty touching your breast, she's only making use of you to scold her parent: his fault you aren't an athletic, handsome young man. Feh, this chick would be very surprised, if you only got wet with some hot water.

You stop your thoughts. You realize you labeled every occupant of this house, too, and the verdict wasn't very positive.

Perhaps that speech about the first impression is only a big idiocy.

It's unfair to judge people this way, besides the Tendos have all the right to despise you.

What would you do in their place? You're only a stranger, you can't expect to…

"Hey. Join me in the practice hall?"

You turn, afraid. Jeez, all this embarrassment isn't like you. Won't it be because of the curse?

However you have to admit, at least to yourself, that you feel uneasy.

The girl is kindly looking at you.

"I'm Akane." She says with a smile. "You want to be friends?"

You still don't know whether you should believe that speech.

You only know you're instinctively returning the warm smile.

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