I wrote this late...at about 1am.
Disclaimer: I don't own FLCL.
He was too normal. Once Haruko had left, nothing happened. Canti had stayed, but was a constant reminder of the life he could have had. Now, nothing was left. Mamimi was the only one left, and once she had taken her photography class, she had moved away from the town.
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Nauta walked through the desolate town that had always been his home. It had been one year since Haruko and all the abnormal events had happened. He thought of the life he could have, somewhere other than this small town, with the giant Medical Mechanica building, with its smoke spewing out every day at the same point in time. He passed by a dark alley, littered with old mechanical pieces. A year, and nobody had cleaned up from the time the Terminal Core had eaten people's cars. There was no way that he would ever forget his month-long experience with Haruko, and he probably never would. He would remain in his little town until his grandfather and father die, then he would take over the bakery and sell bread like they did.
So now, as he walked across the bridge, the foggy skies emitted a loud crack, and thunder lit the sky. Soon, a torrent of rain would pour from the darkness. He felt a thump on his back as he stopped to watch the sky. The guitar. Haruko's blue and white guitar, which she had left him, the only remaining item of hers, except perhaps Canti. He unslung it, and took the case off of it, and moved his fingers across the strings, and they made a soft noise. He moved off the metal pathway of the bridge to the center of the road and he started playing. His song reeked of pain, suffering, and of the lost life he could have had.
He comes here every day now, rain or shine, to play in the middle of the road. Sometimes, people watch him and laugh. They think, "what a bum.", as they pass, or they pity him and his life. The normal life of despair.
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Hazard 13: I don't do muse shit at 2 am in the morning. I just don't. Read and Review.
