Tainted Gestalt: Urusei Yatsura

Stupid old freak! Ugly little pest! He called that a warning? Hah! Could’ve maybe done with it an hour ago, when his girlfriend broke up with him. But no, no, not so easy for him, was it? He stormed off towards home in spite of the old man’s warnings. Hah! What would the pest have him do? Never go home again? That was a laugh!

Alright. So, he’d been dumped. Big deal! Plenty of fish in the sea! He’d just have to be a bit more careful next time. Not stare at other women. Show a little self control, not let his lust rule him and - Yeah. Sure. He’ll get right on that.

His musings were rather rudely interrupted by the most peculiar flash of light not two minutes from his front door. It left him seeing little more than spots dancing, carefree and happy no matter where he cast his vision. After a moment he was able to shake it off, and lying innocuously in the middle of the pavement was a single innocent-looking item.

Ataru Moroboshi leaned down and picked it up, quite certain it had not been there before the flash of light. What was this thing? How did it get there? For now he was content to put it in his pocket and go home. He was famished!

Cherry’s warning popped up once again and he laughed it off. What was he supposed to find when he got home? An ogre? Hah!

*written by Lumitiel