Disclaimer: Why do we need these anyway? I'm going to make my own manga, have it become vastly popular, and write about it on THEN I won't need these stupid disclaimers... Though I suppose whatever I write on fanfiction could just as easily happen in my manga...
His name was Ato Okurah. Or at least that's what everyone called him. His full name was Atoan, but that was too weird a name for his boring little town, so everyone just called him Ato. It wasn't any less weird, but it was better than Atoan. He was a fifteen-year-old guitar player who had dreams of pink hair and cat eyes. He often wondered about the strange dreams he had. For all of five seconds. Then he wrote them off as something from TV.
As he walked down the stairs, blue guitar in hand, he glanced at his mother who was lying on the couch, her brown eyes fixed on the ceiling. One small hand stroked the head of their old black cat Ta-kun, the other holding a cigarette with some small writing on the paper that he couldn't make out. Walking through the door, throwing a casual
"See ya later Mom."
Over his shoulder, he left the small house he and his mother lived in.
Running one hand through his short black hair with a sigh, brilliant blue eyes slid over the street they lived on, lingering on an old abandoned house with a sign peeking through one cracked window. If he squinted he could make out the words 'Day Old Bread For Sale'.
His mom had told his some kid named Nato or something used to live there, along with a creepy housekeeper and a robot. He'd ignored her, thinking it was one of her odd ramblings he never understood. Like when she talked about video games. It was weird for an adult of her age to still play video games, though he had to admit, Firestarter was pretty addicting.
Turning away from the house he began to walk down the street, resting the blue guitar on is shoulder as he walked. He carried the thing everywhere with him, though not many people got to actually see him play it. It was just something he did. No one ever asked him about it, and he probably wouldn't tell them if they did.
As he walked he turned his thoughts once again to the strange dreams he'd been having. He didn't want to have to see a shrink or something but at this rate he might have to. This was the tenth time this month, and all that he kept seeing were pink locks, flashes of eyes that looked so much like a cats, and a blinding pain in his skull…What kind of person had pink hair and cat eyes anyway? It was no wonder he was getting headaches from those neon bright colors.
He was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of a motor and someone yelling. He guessed at him since there was no one else on the bridge.
"HEY! Naota!"
He spun around quickly, eyes widening at the person riding at full speed towards his on a yellow Vespa.
"W-wha?"
The bike slammed into him, sending him flying up into the air. He landed on the pavement with a pained moan, convinced that every bone in his body was broken.
"Ugh..."
One eye slowly opened, the blue orb focusing on the person leaning over him, his other eye remaining firmly closed. The person grinned widely, something a bit odd for someone who had just run a kid over. Most of their face concealed beneath a helmet and goggles, a scarf wrapped tightly around their neck. The person wore a thick leather jacket and brown jeans along with tacky cowboy boots. Vaguely he recognized the strap on their shoulder, that was a guitar strap, or at the very least some type of strap for a musical instrument, though he couldn't be completely sure with the way his head was spinning.
"Heya Ta-kun!"
He blinked once, and then again, his other eye opening to stare at this obviously crazy person in front of him.
"Huh?"
The person frowned for a second, quite obviously expecting something different.
"You don't remember me Ta-kun?"
There it was again! She, for he realized now this person was a girl, if her voice was any indication, kept calling him by the same name as his cat. He was NOT a cat!
Suddenly the freaky girl seemed to realize something and tore off her helmet, goggles and scarf, a smirk forming on her face.
"Bet you remember me now, eh Naota?"
Meanwhile, Ato had sat bolt upright, almost whacking heads with the strange woman, and was currently edging away, mumbling something to the extent of,
"Y-you're the woman of my dreams…."
The girl grinned and turned away slightly, her mouth curving upwards like a cats until Ato was sure whiskers would appear on her cheeks. Which is why he blinked when painted whiskers really DID appear on her cheeks. From out of nowhere.
"That's so cute Naota! But I'm just little old Haruko…"
She snickered, and Ato just stared. Sure, everyone in Mabase was a little...odd. But this girl took the cake in the couple moments of being around her!
Sighing, he stored her name away for future use, though he sincerely hoped he'd never see this weird girl again.
"My name's not Naota or Ta-kun. It's Ato Okurah! And for your information, I don't even know you lady."
The girl, Haruko, froze at his words, the grin slipping a little from her face as she finally took a good LONG look at the boy in front of her. It had been awhile since she had left in search of Atomsk, probably ranging in years on this planet, and the kid looked only a couple years older than Naota. Logically, it didn't add up. Not that she was ever one for the logic.
But the mess of short black hair, and the brilliant blue eyes were the same as Naota's. That irritated, vaguely confused look on his face was also similar. This boy, Ato something-or-other, looked just like an older Naota would probably look like.
Ato himself was getting slightly nervous with how intently Haruko was studying him, and averted his gaze.
Finishing her inspection of the boy who looked like Naota, she saw him look away and, with an evil smile she raised her double guitar, wondering if his head was like Naota's too.
The poor boy had just enough time to look up and yell before the two, connected, bright red guitars slammed into his head with all the force of a two ton bull.