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One Possible Future
Prologue
She said "You're just a kid" to him and just rode off, leaving him there to see Mamimi leave to become a famous photographer, to hear Ninamori say she liked him as he tried to drink a sour soda(and making him spit it up when she did, as she giggled at the sight he just walked home), to be thrown into a plethora of; investigations from DII (Department of Interstellar Immigration) and military, of psyche evaluations at school and at a therapists office his dad sent him to to determine if he was crazy and to confirm he really did have an empty head, of paparazzi and news teams assaulting his life for weeks, of his classmates and friends just distancing themselves from him like he was the plague, and finally of accusations and arrests by police being blamed for the damage to the city and the Plant for all the robots from his head.
He was in jail, not juvie since they thought he was too dangerous and would bust out, for at least seven months, he celebrated his 13th birthday in there, he made some friends from the high priority criminals also there(they heard what happened to him, and being the psychos they were, thought he was one of them) and threw what they could of a surprise party for him, all of that and more until he finally became what he was accused of, being the borderline sociopath he was from his closeness to Haruko, he finally cracked and started a riot with the other prisoners by pulling her RickenBacker from his forehead and broke through the prison walls, he sent waves of guards to the hospital and when he was just about to escape DII came and 'contained the problem' as they would say(actually they just tired him out by sending all their troops at him and having him nearly break each of their bones in every single one of them) he changed that day when he snapped, he grew a bit taller, his hair became black, the blood in his neck turned dark and anyone could see the veins there, his teeth grew to where they were like a beasts' in shape and sharpness, his appearance was that of a truly fear-filling animal-like psychopath.
After they detained him, he was sent to their HQ for processing, he was there for 2 weeks and then Amaroa just opened the cell door and said "You are free, go home Naota" he got what belongings he had and returned to Mabase, to his fathers' shop and his old room. He cooled down a bit after they gave him back his bass, and laughed as they ran away as fast as they could afterward, he changed his style and attitude, buying a few black hoodies and jackets with different symbols, Heavy Metal band names, or just pictures of werewolves or other frightful beasts like that, he got rid of all his pants, except for a few shorts, and replaced them with Shants(they are a mix of shorts and pants, mostly jeans, with chains and such, they are all the way down to the middle of the shin, trust me almost all my pants are in actuality Shants), again only black, he got a lot of new Tees and long-sleeves, yet again, black or dark colors with symbols, etc…, he got a chain necklace that had a metal spiked skull with black jeweled eyes and a lone snake-like tongue with a pick in it(O.K. I described it very well because this is MY real chain necklace, it is pretty cool and it fits FLCL due to the pick, and I just wanted to insert a part of me into my story like most authors, so sue me), and finally he got a backpack with a guitar strap on it so he could take his bass everywhere, and you guessed it, it was black.
He became regular old Naota again, except he was a bit more sadistic and always wore a hood when he was near anyone besides Canti due to the dark veins in his neck and any way you looked at him his teeth almost always showed in a gruesome smile, he started to hang with Gaku and Masashi again, they found out about the teeth and veins but accepted him as normal even though he still wore the hood when around them, he tried to talk to Ninamori but she would just stay away from him, and he became the outcast of his school with Gaku and Masashi as his only friends until the emos and goths started to hang with him, he became the unintentional 'Shadow King' of the school as most people called him because of his style and outlook on life.
People could still find him under the bridge where Mamimi used to hang, and many would hear him say "Nothing ever happens in this shithole of a town" with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
Chapter 1: !!wa?!
Naota POV
It has been 2 and a half years since she left me there, just standing like an idiot only to be treated like shit after it all happened, I mean, I went to fucking jail for Christ's sake, I am fifteen, and a fucking monster from how I act and how I look, I got a bit taller, maybe a bit more than Haruko, I had nothing to do in jail but make 'friends' with the 'guys' as I called them, mostly we would hangout in the courtyard, play basketball, workout, or get into fights with the other inmates, I still got some scars on my body from the stabbings, and the gunshots from the guards, I can't believe I was driven to actually kill people to live, I got more muscular and can now bench 265 lbs, so no one messes with me, I grew a goatee, just cuz.
Gaku started a metal band and mostly does stuff with them, Masashi and a goth girl that started to hang out with me when I got back…oh what was her name? Oh yeah, Sakura, well they started to go out and now he wears all black so she is happy, but she just likes to see him try to make her happy, she says a lot that "I don't care what he wears as long as he is still my 'Sushi'(a nickname she gave him after mistakenly saying his name wrong) I will like him, maybe even love him." I think it is funny what a guy will do for a girl, I laugh at myself for that thought, god knows that I would have ended it all for Haruko. I started to hang with Ninamori again, I became her assistant in student council so my 'crew' as most of the school would call me and my friends, besides a few other names that would get me to beat the crap out of a couple…dozen…groups, could have their voices heard about their problems with school, she talks to me and all, but it is only…superficial, but I accept it, my life sucks, that is that.
I already went to school and had they SC meeting so the only thing I am going to do now is head towards the 'ravine', the bridge was blown up by an oil tanker hitting a van and toppling over, the sparks from both cars caused the oil to ignite, and well now it is the 'ravine' instead of a stupid bridge. I laid down and put a cigarette into my mouth, I bit off the filter because I don't care for my health, Haruko is never gonna come back and my life is pointless, also they taste a bit better that way, and I lit it up and started to take long drags from it, for some reason I just stare at the sky and smoke one, only one cigarette here a day, I don't know why I just do.
No one POV
He finished the cigarette and headed to his dads' shop where he knew he would only find his depressed dad and a hardworking Canti, his grandpa died in the fire from the tanker getting two teens from an overturned car to safety just as the tanker blew up, 'he died peacefully and a hero, so he must be happy wherever he is now' Naota thought as he tried to unlock the front door, it was dark so he did not see a type of scooter next to his dads' car that had a slight golden hue to it. He stepped inside, dropped his pack on the floor after taking the bass out, with it in hand he headed to the living room to sit and pluck away at the strings, he grew to play it quite well, on the couch he felt another person there but with the hood on, as always, he did not see who, so he turned to them, thinking it was his dad, and asked…
"Hey, could you get me some curry?"
The person seemed a bit taken aback at first from their shadows reaction, but then nodded and got up, Naota heard the microwave turn on and got another cigarette(I know I said he only smoked one a day, but that is under the bridge, after he leaves the 'ravine' he smokes how many he wants to in a day) he was halfway done with it as he saw the person, he noted that they were in peculiar PJs, holding the bowl but noticed they stopped as they saw the cigarette, as his dad always did, so he came back with his usual remark…
"What? You never see a cigarette before?"
The person, again as his dad usually did, just shoved the bowl into his hands and sat down, he finished his smoke and looked at the curry it was a bit more red than normal, but he wrote that off as him having not slept in more than a week and everything had a reddish hint to it, as he would usually do to make sure he could get to his room as fast as he could he took the bowl in both hands and, from months of practice, swallowed all the curry at once but…
"HOLY FUCK!! IT IS SPICY CURRY!!"
He screamed as it slid down his throat, he jumped up the speed making his hood fall down, he was on the floor crawling towards the fridge in pain, once there he got up and shoved his head into the ice box, literally causing the ice to steam as he tried to put some in his mouth. Once the traumatizing experience was done, he got a major headache, he took of his jacket and over shirt leaving only a nearly skin tight plain white shirt on, his muscles clear to anyone who looked, he took off his shoes and walked towards the living room holding his head cursing and finally when he turned the corner…
"OK, what the hell was that for da… !!wa?!"
Author notes: yep a cliffhanger, R&R, and beg me for more, cuz this was pretty good, oh and sorry for all the interruptions but it was necessary. Thx for all your support and other things, please read my others and wait for more.