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~Chapter
3: An Unbelievable shot of Good Luck~
Peter flanged the red fuzzy purse over his
shoulder and then continued on his way. Disappointment and anger was written
all over his face and he kicked hard at an empty pop can that was lying on the
ground. '5 million dollars…gone like that!' he thought sadly. 'If it was 5
dollars, then I wouldn't even care but it's 5 MILLION dollars! 5 million bucks!
Shit!"
"Yeah but in case you forget, the winner gets
5 million dollars and by the look of your fighting skills, you're not going to
even come in the top eight!" a little voice inside his head reminded him.
'Good point…" Peter's thoughts were
interrupted when he felt a tug on his leg. He glanced down and saw a chubby
little girl who looked to be about five or six. "What?" he snarled.
"Mister, you dropped your money." The little
girl held up a crumpled ten dollar-bill with her chubby little hand. "It
dropped out of that pretty red purse you threw away."
"WHAT?" Peter snatched the money from the
little girl and examined it carefully to see if this was real and not some
prank the girl was playing on him. "Sweet Kami-sama! Thank you so much!' he
muttered as he planted a big kiss on the bill. With this shot of good luck, not
only is him be able to pay the old man at the registration, he is also able to
buy a breakfast!
"Do you have some sort of reward or
something?" the little girl asked, tugging on Peter's leg again. "My mommy said
that whenever you do something good, you will get rewarded."
"Oh right," Peter said absentmindedly. He
plucked the little girl up from the ground and gave her a big bear hug. "Thank
you, thank you so much!" he said before rushing back to the registration table.
A perfect pout appeared on the little girl's
face. "How cheap!" she mumbled to herself, staring at the direction where Peter
had disappeared. "I'd rather he didn't hug me…'cause he was really dirty and
now I have to take a bath."
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Peter stared at the beef burger and fries in front of him. Almost immediately, his mouth started watering when he inhaled the delicious smell of the food; a tear slides down his cheek. "It's been so long since I had ate anything so good!" he sobbed quietly.
He attacked the burger as if he didn't eat for a hundred years. In about two seconds flat, the burger was gone and in other two seconds, he had wolfed down the fries as well. 'Aw…that wasn't a lot.' Peter thought as he patted his stomach that was growling for more food.
"Move a side!" a rough voice growled. Peter jumped up in surprised and looked up. Thump! Peter's jaw hit the floor and his eyes widened. "I…have to fight him?" he squealed, his gaze frozen on the man in front of him. Scratch that -- that thing is too huge to be a man, it should be a giant – his gaze was frozen on the giant in front of him.
The giant noticed that Peter was staring at him, he whipped his huge head around and gave Peter a toothy grin. "Hey! Defeating a little shrimp like you will be a piece of cake!"
Peter felt his knees shaking. 'I might as well just quit, it's better to be homeless than to be died!' he told himself and started inching towards the exit in hopes that he could get out of the stadium before he was seen by anybody else.
"Uh-uh Pete, you are not going anywhere!" a familiar female voice sang out. A hand shot out, grabbed Peter by his shoulder and slowly spun him around. All of Peter's muscles instantly tensed and beads of sweat rolled off his forehead. He squeezed his eyes shut in fear that he would catch the sight of an over muscular woman who looked more hideous than an ogress.
"Please…please don't hurt me!" he murmured. He was shaking so much that he could barely get the words out of his mouth.
The grip on his shoulder loosened. "I'm not going to hurt you, you idiot!"
Peter lifted up his eyelids just enough for him to peek through his eyelashes. To his relief, it was Lena and not an ogress who grabbed him. "Oh…hi there!" he squeaked, and gave her a tiny awkward wave. "What are you doing here?"
Lena rolled her eyes and reached up to tuck a strand of her long, black hair behind her ear. "Uh, this tournament is not just for guys you know." She glanced at his surprised face and smiled. "But don't you worry, I'm here to cheer you on so you won't lose!"
"Lena, I…" Peter was about to tell her that he had no idea how to fight but stopped. 'Maybe it's not a good idea to tell her after all.' He thought.
"All the participants in the Tenkaichi Budoukai, please report to the back of the stadium for the draws!" a loud announcer voice boomed on the speaker.
"Go, hurry up!" Lena shoved him. "I'll be watching in the audience, okay? See you later!" she gave him a wink before turning around and walking towards the exit.
"Bye!" Peter called, watching her beautiful figure disappear into the crowds. Lena was even prettier than he had remembered. With that black tank top and that pair of white cargo pants, she could easily pass off as a model. But first things first, there's no time to gape at some girl, it's time to find out who his opponents are.
'Kami-sama, you helped me once with my money problem, please help me again!' Peter prayed silently as he made his way to the back of the stadium.
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The next set of events went by like a blur. Peter wasn't quite sure how the draw went, what's the name of his opponent, or how he got to the group he was assigned to. All he know was that a sticker with a large bold "37" in the centre was slapped onto his back and he was now standing on some sort of a platinum facing against an young man dressed in martial arts attire.
Peter's knees started shaking again. 'Shit! That kid has a black belt on! A black belt means he's really good, right?' he gazed over at the old referee, who was standing aside studying a clipboard carefully. He caught Peter's gaze and gave an encouraging nod; then he grabbed the wooden whistle hanging around his neck and blew into it.
"Let the match began!" he announced loudly.
Peter gaped as he turned to face his opponent again. But to his horror, the kid had already started charging towards him with an incredible amount of speed. Peter froze like a statue. "Oh Kami!" he whispered. "Help?"
~End of Chapter 3~
Author's note: Yes…it's a bit short but I've been really busy with school and stuff. Anyways, please review, I'd like to what you thought of it.