So this is my first fan-fiction ever. I just really loved FLCL and wanted to see it continue so I thought "Why not write the sequel?" so here it is! Furi Kuri 2 - 13 years after the Vespa woman Terrorized the small town of Mabase, Life for Naota has changed allot, yet he's still as bored as ever. His actress girlfriend Eri Nenamori, his band-mates, even the grand city of Tokyo has him rolling his eyes. At least he enjoys his job as a freelance journalist, and he doesn't have to go home to hear his father pester him about his girlfriends modest cup size.

But all things come to a crashing end when his past comes back to haunt him!

Read on to rediscover the crazy world of Furi Kuri!

EDIT: DISCLAIMER: I do not know any of the character from the original FLCL series, Ginax owns these characters

Any character that are not from the original series are of my own creation and are owned by me.

Chapter 1 - Tokyo fast food.

"I think I broke it."

"What do you mean? Give it here."

"Hey!"

"Look see, you just have to press this button"

Naota looked over Eri's shoulder. She was right, the camera was still working and she was now flipping through all 24 pictures they had just taken together.

"They all look the same." Naota said, trying to stay focused on the camera and not the modest cleavage of Eri Nenamori's that was completely visible from the birds eye angle Natoa now had.

"Oh look at this one!" Erie tapped the screen, making the image warp and turning their faces rainbow colours.

Tokyo city. A constantly moving ocean of cars and people; all of them with destinations, clear goals. After growing up in the small town of Mabase you would think I would have culture shock coming to such a large city. But even as I sit in this cramped and cluttered fast food restaurant, peering over the shoulder of my girlfriend of three years, I'm as bored as ever.

The ambient lighting in the restaurant began to hurt Naota's eyes. He pinched them shut and rubs at them with his fist before getting back to his fries.

"So I have an audition at five and a lunch-date afterwords at six-thirty, if the audition ends early I might call you just because... unless your busy." Eri stared over at Naota waiting for an answer. He just kept staring at his food, eating. Still, she waited a moment to see if, maybe, he was just swallowing his food. "Hey!" She successfully brought Naota back to earth by snapping her fingers in front of his face.

"What!" he said giving Eri a look, annoyed that he had been pulled out of his thoughts so rudely.

"I was talking to you about my today's schedule." she glared at him disapprovingly.

"Sorry." He mumbled, sarcastic. They both sighed.

"Whatever, I have to use the bathroom. I'll be right back."

Naota had to stand up for Eri to get out of the small booth. He watched her walk to the bathroom, her small hips swinging side to side as if teasing him. As he sat back down he had to stop the unimpressed waitress from taking their meals, explaining that he was only half finished his fries and that Eri would be back to finish her salad.

Just as put a fry into his mouth the cellphone in his jacket pocket rang. He had to take the jacket down from directly behind him on the backrest of the booth, after which he had to pull out a series of notepads and pencils from his pocket before actually retrieving his phone.

At this point he'd missed the call, so he checked the ID. "Shit" it was the head of PopSlap: Bass, Bass and more Bass, one of the magazines he wrote articles fore. He hit the re-dile button and put the phone to his ear. He took the few moments of ringing to shove a few more fries in his mouth.

"PopSlap Magazine, how may I help you?" The familiar spry voice rang into Naota's ear, and kept ringing while he turned down his volume.

"Hey Tokushima-san it's Nandaba-san, I just got a call from Kagawa-Senpai?"

"Ah! Nandaba-chan, it's so nice to hear from you." Tokushima giggled as she spoke making Naota have to strain to figure out what she was saying. "Yes Kagawa-Senpai asked me to call you, he has an article he wants you to write. There's a band, Chicken feet Strawberry, their last bassist recently passed away and their honoring his death with a very unique album. I'm sure they can fill you in on the rest, If you want to story I can text you their number so you can schedule a meet up. Oh, Nandaba-chan, I love this band! You have to take the article, no one would do them the justice your words can! Pleas say yes!"

Naota regained his mental balance after deciphering Tokushima's ramblings fast enough to reply without sounding like a total moron. "If you stop calling my chan, I'll take it."

Tokushuma was slightly taken aback by the demand, but her undying optimism told her that Naota was just being funny, and to play along with the joke. "Yes, of course Nandaba-ch... san. My deepest apologies." Naota could hear her giggling as she hung up the phone. He rolled his eyes.

Suddenly there was a scream from the bathroom. Naota jumped up from his seat and spun so he was facing towards the noise. He could hear a thump as he realized the voice was definitely Eri's. He shoved aside some people who were in his way of reaching the bathroom door.

He reached out to grab the door knob, his heart racing. Was Eri hurt? Did someone hurt her? Did she slip? Was it bad? He turned the knob and began to push the door open, not wanting to know what had happened had it been something horrible. He couldn't loose Eri now, they were an item... he was in love with her... she was his world.

He burst through the door, Spotting Eri laying on the floor holding her forehead. And in the corner of the room huddled a naked woman...

Naotas mouth dropped open "It can't be..."