here's my third chapter in which Raimundo rides his bike on his way home from school only to run into a gang of punks because he took the scenic route instead of the safe and direct route. needless to say, his encounter with the thugs is anything but pleasant. how unpleasant is Raimundo's encounter with the thugs? what happens to him when he encounters them? does he get away from them unscathed? find out in this third chapter.

this third chapter is a good nine-hundred-ninety-nine words of storyline, give or take an author's note or two hidden within the plot. it is a plot that doesn't include the description of this chapter above, the headnote explaining the number of words in the chapter, or the disclaimer which makes up the following paragraph after this headnote, right here. I'm not sure if the disclaimer will be all that mandatory this time, but I'll still include it anyway.

disclamation: I don't own the 'Fruits Basket Another' manga series, except on paperback, that is. all rights for 'Fruits Basket' and its sequel series are due solely to Natsuki Takaya-sensei. I also don't own 'Xiaolin Showdown' in any way, shape, or form. all rights for that series and its beyond lousy reboot, 'Xiaolin Chronicles', are reserved solely for Christy Hui. I know, like the Fountain of Hui shen gong wu. if I, myself, were a gambler, I'd wager that she named that particular shen gong wu for herself. I also don't own the Halloween film 'Hocus Pocus' or its new sequel 'Hocus Pocus 2'. all ownership rights for the original are reserved for Disney Channel while the ownership rights for the sequel are reserved for Disney+.


On his way from school to his family's new home, Raimundo was met with by a gang of bullies comprising of three guys and one girl. One of the guys was a flabby, fat ninja. The second guy was a muscular, but stocky Russian foreigner like Raimundo who had, himself, moved in from Brazil. The only true potential difference between Raimundo Pedrosa of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, and this new Russian was that this new Russian guy had probably lived in Tokyo longer than he had, a lot longer. The third and final guy among this gang of bullies was a scary-looking, redheaded, gothic albino who probably did not even need a costume for Halloween considering how he was dressed. The girl among them was a surprisingly sensual tan-skinned blonde in a cat suit.

It was on a hill near the cemetery that was surprisingly not on route from Kimigamichi Prep. Academy to his house, where Raimundo had met them, which meant that he had obviously taken the scenic route home.


A/N: I don't really like taking the scenic route anywhere. it can attract danger, in my opinion.


That was when Raimundo heard a voice call out and saw someone pop out in front of him. It was a guy that popped out in front of him.

Random guy: Halt!

Three others popped out to Raimundo's side along with their friend. The guy that said 'halt' to Raimundo looked like a gothic redhead with albinism. He spoke further to Raimundo about what he was doing in their area.

Random guy (continued): Who are you?

Raimundo Pedrosa: Raimundo Pedrosa. I just moved here.

Gothic, redheaded albino: From where?

Raimundo Pedrosa: Tubarão.

The thugs all just drew a blank at what Raimundo had said.

Raimundo Pedrosa (continued): Brazil!

The punks who had stopped Raimundo just continued to draw a blank. Raimundo sighed upon the realization that he would have had to explain further.

Raimundo Pedrosa (continued): It's near the Rio de Janeiro area.

They finally left their blank drawing space. The albino goth with the bright and fiery red hair spoke up first about Raimundo's final response.

Gothic, redheaded albino: Ah, dude!

The Russian spoke up next.

Russian guy: Da, I have heard of that city.

The grossly overweight ninja was the next to speak up.

Overweight ninja: Hai! Darimasho!

The teenage Catwoman was the last to comment on Raimundo mentioning Rio de Janeiro.

Teenage Catwoman: Right on, kid!

That was when the gothic, albino redhead introduced himself and his compadres to Raimundo.

Gothic, redheaded albino: I'm Jack Spicer, evil boy genius. The guy with the Russian accent's Vlad, the obese ninja's Tubbimura, and this is my girlfriend, Ashley.

That was when the teenage Catwoman, this Ashley, had suddenly grabbed onto the front of her so-called boyfriend, Jack Spicer's, shirt and pulled her clearly artificial cat claws out.

Ashley: Dude, I already told you before; my name's not Ashley anymore, it's Katnappe, hence the cat costume. Now, tell the guy from Brazil my real name or else we're done!

Jack Spicer: Babe, come on. Be reasonable.

'Katnappe' just hissed at her supposed 'boyfriend'.

Ashley/Katnappe: Do it or we're threw, Spicer!

Jack Spicer: This my girlfriend, Katnappe.

Ashley/Katnappe: Me-ow! Purrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Raimundo just laughed at the name of this Jack Spicer's crazy cat lady of a girlfriend.

Jack Spicer: So, dude, let's have a butt!

Raimundo Pedrosa: Nah, no thanks! I don't smoke!

Vlad: Da, Brazilians very health conscious.

Jack and the rest of the thugs just laughed at this.

Tubbimura: You do not have any money on you, do you, Brazilian-san?

Raimundo Pedrosa: No.

Raimundo was about to ride home on his bike when Jack and Katnappe stopped him.

Vlad: Nyet! We do not get any smokes from you.

Tubbimura: And we do not get even so much as one yen coin.

Ashley/Katnappe: What do you suggest we do with our afternoon, Rio?

Raimundo Pedrosa: I don't know. Maybe the fat ninja could lose some weight, Vlad could learn to breathe through his nose, and you, Katnappe, could really lose the cat suit.

Jack suddenly began laughing at all of his own friends.

Raimundo Pedrosa (continued): And Jack could get a better tan, a much better tan.

Jack laughed at Raimundo's comment about him until the albino realized that he was laughing at himself.

Jack Spicer: Hey!

That was when Jack noticed Raimundo's shoes.

Jack Spicer (continued): Woah! Check out the feet on this guy... noice! I'm a try 'em on.

Raimundo Pedrosa: Don't even think about it, Spicer. These shoes were the last gift I ever got from my dead grandpa before I moved to Japan.

Raimundo tried to just quietly pedal away from the gang of punks, but Vlad and Tubbimura held him back.

Jack Spicer: Did I sound like I was asking for your permission to try 'em on?

A split second later, Raimundo had finally been set free to cycle home but without his shoes.

Jack Spicer (continued): Later, dude!

Tubbimura: Sayonara!

Vlad: Dasvidanya!

Ashley/Katnappe: See ya, Rio!

Raimundo headed back home in shame of what he had just lost that he promised his grandfather on the man's deathbed back in Brazil that he would never lose.


A/N: so much for respect for the dead.