Jaded Perspectives

Hata sure loves to show off dat ASS! Nagi's turn next, ok? Synopsis: Someone and someone: It's been a long time, hasn't it? Someone else: It's nostalgic (probably Ruka and Hayate saying these) Chiharu: Wait a sec, I'mma change clothes. Ruka: yearh yearh watevs Hayate: Imma prepare tea Ruka: BTW, Hayate Hayate: S'up? Ruka: Ya remember that kiss? Hayate: WTF ARE YA SAYING ALL OF A SUDDEN!? Ruka: Eh? You've kissed me. So who else have you kissed since then? Hayate: That's some strange talk... who else would I have kissed since... (remembers that Makise girl) Hayate and Ruka: ...... Ruka:You have kissed someone else haven't you? Ruka: It's only been two months but you've already kissed a different woman. Hayate: Bah! How should I know? It was an accident ok? An accident! Ruka: I see. You haven't changed at all. Still as popular as ever, I see. Ruka: I mean, you even managed to hook this super kawaii idol-chan, didn't you? Hayate: L

Read Chapter 1 Read Chapter 2 Read Chapter 3 With superhuman speed, Hayate made a mad dash to save his lady from the clutches of his own parents. Carrying Nagi on his shoulder, Hayate’s dad had already jumped out of the bedroom window and was a good 15 meters away from him, but Hayate managed to close the distance within a fraction of a second. To an onlooker, it would have seemed as if he simply warped from one point to another. “Dad, you let go of her right now!” At the same moment that he closed in on his lady’s abductor, Hayate unleashed a furious spinning roundhouse kick in mid-air aimed at his father’s back… SPAK! Hayate’s Dad spun around. “Uh… was that supposed to hurt me, son?” “…” “Hayate, you hit your own father!” Hayate’s mother who was trailing behind them scolded him. “Muahaha! Seriously? You’d hit your own father? More importantly, who taught you to kick like that? That was awful. No power behind it at all… you see, it’s all in the hips

Read Chapter One Read Chapter Two Christmas Eve. December 24. Loser Park. Somewhere in Japan… “Hey, do you think they were watching over us, ojou-sama?” “Hmm…?” “The stars, I mean. Do you remember?” “Oh yes. You mean when I told you the story of Orihime and Hikoboshi?” Hayate looked fondly into the night sky. “Yeah, I just feel that everything fell into place perfectly at that moment… like someone was watching over us.” “Perhaps, Hayate… perhaps…” It was sometime in August during the last phases of the Tanabata festival. It was nighttime and Nagi had donned a flowing summer dress that perfectly accentuated her lovely golden locks. She had gone for a walk outside the mansion since Hayate and Maria were busy with their respective duties inside. Suddenly… Flip! “Hahaha! Gotcha this time, Hayate! I learned this trick from our pink-haired miss-perfect Student Council President at Hakuo.” Yes, because having become wary of Hayate and his naughty ski