My Roommate Oga Tatsumi

Chapter 1

"Why don't you do something useful for once?"

"What do you think I'm doing? I can't even see over the boxes Honoka!"

"Oh please, those boxes aren't even heavy."

"Then why don't you carry them then?"

Takayuki Furuichi tripped up the stairs to his new dorm apartment and dropped the heavy boxes that did nothing to cushion his fall. "Damn. I think something broke." Furuichi sighed as he shook one of the smaller boxes that had begun to rattle when it hadn't before. Honoka observed the scene before her with barely enough sympathy for an ant she might've not wanted to crush before she stepped on it anyway. Her older brother, in all his glory, was on all fours just as she knew he would stay unless he toughened up some.

Furuichi had pretty silver hair that framed his face attractively, a feminine build that had been coveted by many a Japanese model and doe-like gray eyes that Honoka had only seen genuinely frightening once when she was two years old. Although her older brother chased skirts since puberty, Honoka knew that her older brother was put on this earth to be someone else's uke. Too bad Furuichi didn't seem to get the memo though, Honoka thought while recovering a smaller box, she felt that her brother would end up a lot happier accepting his fate.

After unloading the last full cardboard box into the apartment, the silvernette stretched out his lower back. "Ah, I guess this is it Honok-whoa!" Before Furuichi could turn around, Honoka hugged her brother tightly from behind. Hearing the footsteps and chatting voices of their parents coming to say they're farewells, she quickly let go as if nothing ever happened. "Have a wonderful first year, son! Remember we're always a phone call away." His mother gave him a quick peck on the cheek and his dad gave him a pat on the back with a cheesy thumbs up. "Don't let us down, pervert," Honoka muttered under her breath.

"Are you going to say that to my face? Ouch!"

Honoka gave him an ill-tempered elbow to the kidney and an irritated huff. Driving away in their silver sedan, the family steadily moved out of sight. Furuichi double checked his pockets for the essentials then headed to the college town a few blocks ahead. At last, Furuichi sighed dreamily, time to hunt for some beautiful university babes! Walking right into the first ramen shop, Furuichi was met with the sight of three tough looking guys from the same circle cowering away from a mad man cackling with utter sinister glee. "Now where do you guys think you're going?" The mad man said in a sing song voice that made Furuichi shiver and try to cover his ears. "You haven't paid for your meal or the merciful beating I just served!"

The silvernette watched on in horror as the mad man effortlessly gathered all three men, one of which who looked like the leader, use their belts to bind them together and empty their wallets before slapping them with it. Furuichi backed out of the shop as quietly as he could deciding that he should choose another shop to try and pick up college babes. Maybe lunch too after his belly growled lightly. Ordering coco curry, Furuichi leaned his head on his hand in thought. Jeez, I've never seen such a brute. I pity the guy that has him as a roommate. And I still haven't seen any cute girls yet.

As the food arrived, an elderly woman left the bill faced down and gave Furuichi an unexpected sympathetic pat on the shoulder. "Good luck" she seemed to say. Puzzled at the grandma's gesture, Furuichi looked at his bill. He had half-expected some exorbitant total that would force him to wash dishes in the back. Looking back on it, that's what he might've wished for instead. His total read $9.99.

...

Trudging up the stairs, Furuichi hoped his bad luck finally ran out. Once leaving the restaurant, he stepped in a pile of dog poop as a group of pretty women with perky breasts giggled at him as they passed. It had done him no good that when he finally got most of the goop off his shoe, he stepped right into another pile. Disgusted, Furuichi simply threw the shoes away walking back to his new apartment barefoot. At least he got to enjoy the sakura blossoms while ignoring the whispers and stares of the other students.

He did, however, catch wind of one conversation thread that intrigued him. "Did you hear of what happened at Oga's? Yeah, the ramen shop. It sounds like Fakku wailed on customers again." Fakku? That was a terrible nickname if Furuichi ever heard one.

Upon opening the door, the sight of all the unopened boxes made Furuichi feel very tired. "I guess I'll start unpacking after a quick shower." Locking the door behind him, the silvernette did just that.

...

The college freshman had finished sorting his things when three loud bangs rapped against the door barely hanging on its hinges. "Alright, already, I'm coming," the silvernette called out as the banging continued. Flinging the door open, Furuichi was shoved aside by a towering array of boxes which caused him to fall hard on his back side. Narrowly escaping the large boxes that dropped to the floor with a reverberating thud, Furuichi stared in wide- eyed terror. "You!"

"Hm?"

It was unmistakable. It was the same man from the ramen shop. Tall, with spiky brown hair paired with cruel black eyes and an impish grin. "Have we met before?" Furuichi reverse crab walked straight into the nearest wall reminding him that, yes, he was trapped with this madman inside. "...Today-at-the-shop," Furuichi's wheezing made Oga come closer in curiosity. A terrified squeak escaped the silvernette's lips when the intruder swooped down to closely inspect Furuichi's face for a few moments. "I'm crap at remembering anyone." Satisfied with his own answer, the brute walked back to his stuff and began tearing apart the sealed boxes with his bare hands.

Furuichi stood slowly when the brute did nothing else to acknowledge his presence. Tip toeing to his room, Furuichi let out a long and exhausted sigh while flopping on his bed.

He needed new shoes.