welcome to my first update since just after my twenty-ninth birthday. I gotta say that I'm really getting into my first ever fanfiction on the anime series of 'Wedding Peach', 'The Love Angel and the Dark-Hearted Devil'. coming up with this fanfiction idea has really gotten my creative juices flowing after my writer's block for several of my other fanfictions on here that I've admittingly put on hold for the time being. I wonder if I'll ever have any new material for those fanfictions of mine in time for my readers to get some real justice. I'm already working on them at a fever pitch. I'm also getting in a few new(er) fanfictions in. I just can't seem to get all that focused on just one of my own fanfictions at a time. I get distracted from my current work too easily. I'm not all that sure that blogging is really for me, to be truthful.
this chapter of my first ever 'Wedding Peach' fanfiction is a total of one-thousand-one-hundred-thirty-eight words worth of totally uninterrupted storyline, minus this headnote, my little ranting from before this headnote, and the obligatory disclaimer that follows this headnote the minute I finished typing it. this 'Wedding Peach' fanfiction, 'The Love Angel and the Dark-Hearted Devil' is still based upon the anime and not the manga series of 'Wedding Peach' and is told from the point of view of Yousuke Fuuma. the title of this fanfiction is sold as a parody of the classic fairytale of 'Beauty and the Beast', but it is more than just a simple parody of any fairytale. as I had said before in this same headnote, 'The Love Angel and the Dark-Hearted Devil' is actually the storyline from the anime series of 'Wedding Peach' being told from Yousuke Fuuma's point of view and has nothing really to do with the fairytale off of which the title is based. now for the disclaimer...
disclamation: I don't own the anime or manga series of 'Wedding Peach' in any way, shape, or form not even on DVD. I don't know who does own both of the series, but it certainly ain't me. I am but a humble fanfiction blogger on the Internet and an author of other types of stories on other sites such as WattPad.
Shortly following that kiss with her in the nurse's office, I ran into Momoko a lot of short-lived and rather random times. The first time since then, though, we had actually gone and completely crashed into one another, and Momoko fell to the ground on her butt.
Yours Truly: Are you OK, Momo-pi?
Of course, Momoko's only response to my concern was nothing short of her getting completely offended by it once again.
Momoko Hanasaki: There you go again. How many times do I have to tell you 'don't call me Momo-pi'?
To that, I just bent down to her level and started talking back to her about it.
Yours Truly: What if I call you 'Momo-butt', instead?
Momoko Hanasaki: Momo-butt? Why you?
I could easily see that I had to explain to Momoko why I had called her 'Momo-butt' this time.
Yours Truly: As in 'unless you're fond of falling on your Momo-butt, you oughtta watch where you're running next time'.
Momoko Hanasaki: I was in a hurry, OK? I had no choice. You're such a jerk, leaving a girl on the ground without even apologizing.
So, she wanted an apology, did she? I guess that I did kind of owe her one after us running into each other the way we had.
Yours Truly: I'm sorry. My bad.
I held my hand out to her, but she looked like she thought I was being insincere with my apology.
Momoko Hanasaki: Oh, that's really convincing.
I suppose I had to help her up off the ground if I wanted to convince her that I was being as sincere as I could with my apology.
Momoko Hanasaki (continued): Say it like you mean it next time.
I had meant it. I still helped Momoko off of the ground, anyway. That was when I had remembered her saying that she was in a hurry before I helped her up.
Yours Truly: You're in a hurry, right? So, are you OK with bein' late?
That was around when Momoko looked behind me before she had realized once again that she was in a hurry.
Momoko Hanasaki: Hey, wait for me!
Then, she took off and left me in the dust.
Momoko Hanasaki (continued): I hate you, Yousuke! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!
Did she really think I was making fun her again? I admit that all of the names I call her do sound kind of unflattering if you are a girl like she was, but I guess I always thought that they would make interesting pet-names. Did I just call them pet-names? What was wrong with me? It was not like I was in love with her or anything. I had even made sure that those names I called her were ones that she found insulting so that she would have said things like that to me.
Yours Truly: She's a nice girl, but way too excitable.
Then, why did I always want to bask in her presence if she was so short and so short-tempered with a flat chest and an equally flat-butt? Just because I found her hell-bent hatred towards me way attractive for a girl with her appearance did not instantly mean that I had a crush on her. I could not have had a crush on Momoko Hanasaki because as I had told Shizuka in my own reply to her love letter, soccer was my girlfriend at the time. Of course, my soccer goalie school career did not allow me the luxury of time for a committed relationship with a girl of any kind.
Before I knew it, a full hour had passed by with my thoughts still stuck on Momoko. I had to get out of there. I had told Momoko, herself, once that it was dangerous of her to space out in public places, and yet here I was having spent a whole hour in one place just thinking about some chick who had managed to get inside my head without even wanting to have even done it in the first place. I had also sworn to myself, my mother and my father since I was a little boy that I would always look down on anyone who had an unrequited crush on someone else. I looked like a complete and total hypocrite in more ways than one and I had dishonored the memory of my old man.
While I was out on the town later, I had run into Momoko and both of her friends, Yuri and Hinagiku, in front of a studio of some kind. They were even shouting something out to one another, something really strange. For one reason or another, it sounded like they were shouting 'Another case solved by the love angels!', or something like that and then started laughing. 'Love angels'? Were those three even being serious? And just why were they even there to begin with? I had decided to simply ask them about it.
Yours Truly: You crazy girls! What are you doing here? Blocking traffic?
That was when they had all turned themselves around to face my direction. Momoko was the first one of them to respond. I could hear her response but just barely.
Momoko Hanasaki: Oh, Yousuke!
Hinagiku responded to my question next.
Hinagiku Tamano: As a matter of fact, we're not blocking traffic.
Finally, Yuri spoke up to me about their reasons for being there.
Yuri Tanima: That's right. We're doing professional journalistic life work that befits reporters for the St. Hanazono school newspaper.
So, the three of them were out writing an article about their ideal lifestyle, were they? I guess that would have definitely explained just what they were doing in front of the local sushi restaurant with the motorized porcupine fish up in its sign. Well, it certainly would have explained Momoko's reasons for being in the shopping center. At least, it looked like that to me, especially considering everything I had ever called her.
Yours Truly: So, you came out to interview your fellow pufferfish, huh?
Momoko suddenly acted as though she were a little confused as to why I had even mentioned a pufferfish.
Momoko Hanasaki: Pufferfish?
As much I would have loved to explain it to the three of them, I still had plenty of places left to go that day. So, I just bid them all farewell.
Yours Truly: Well, good luck on your hard-hitting exposé, girls.
With that, I just left the three of them in the dust the same way Momoko had left me in the dust on her way to wherever she was in such a hurry.
