DISCLAIMER: I don't own Fooly Cooly or its characters.
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Nothing amazing ever happens here. It's the same old thing, day after day. About a year ago something big happened, but inside a month, was finished and flew away on a yellow Vespa. That was a year ago, and I'm now in seventh grade. I still think about her...occasionally. I like to think I've matured since then, you know, but I can't help but shake the feeling that she'd return someday. I really hope not.
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Title: Grand Betrayal
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Ninamori looked at me.
"Hey you're drinking sour again today," she said pointing at the can in my hand.
"Yeah, so?"
"I thought you stopped drinking that stuff."
"I did," I said, taking a big swig of the sour cola.
"Well, what makes today different?" she said poking the can every so slightly making the can tip and spill pop all over my face."
I coughed and rubbed my sleeve against my chin, vigorously trying to remove the stinging liquid.
"I just feel like it, okay!"
She tilted her head, "It's because of her, isn't it?"
"Who?" I said, pretending not to know.
"She made you drink the sour, didn't she? You started drinking the stuff after she left. Are you thinking about her again? Is that why you've started again?"
"You make it sound like I'm an addict."
"Well, maybe you are. You're addicted to her."
I turned my head away, "No I'm not."
"Ta-kun, don't lie."
She grabbed my hand.
"I don't care if you still like her. It's not like she's coming back," she said in that forceful yet caring way of hers.
She laid her head on my shoulder. I sighed. I hoped to God that's all that it meant.
***FlashBack***
It was the first day of school. We were getting our class assignments, and I saw Ninamori. We hadn't talked much during the break. In fact, I kind of closed myself off from the rest of Mabase after Haruko left. I guess I was in denial. Denial that she had left; denial that I said I loved her...
Ninamori continued to walk closer. Her composure ever calm; her lengthening purple hair rocked gently behind her with every step she took. She raised the first two fingers of her left hand near her face. In between the long graceful fingers was a rectangular slip of paper. It read:
Class 1-B
I glanced at the already crumpled slip of paper in my hands. She and I would be in the same class again.
Ninamori leaned forward to come eye to eye with me. She was awfully close, and it made me nervous. I didn't know why.
"You haven't grown at all, Naota."
I could feel my face grow redder and my eyebrows furrow. I haven't seen the girl all summer and the first thing she says to me is "You're short, Naota." Well, she hasn't changed much either, being rude to me like that. I don't know why I have to---
Ninamori very suddenly took her hands from off her knees and wrapped them around me. She buried her head into my shoulder and brushed her lips on my cheek in the process. I didn't know if it was an accident or a real kiss, but either way I was both shocked and glad for her affection.
"I missed you too."
***EndFlashBack***
That's how it all began--me and Eri's relationship, I mean.
Eri. I never used to call her that. She always called me Naota, but I never called her by her first name. I still call her Ninamori now and then. I'm not sure why. I guess I'm just used to calling her that. But it doesn't matter; she doesn't care. As long as I have her, I'll be fine. But these revived thoughts of Haruko threaten to screw us up.
'Why is she suddenly on my mind?' I wonder as I gaze up from Eri's embrace toward the gray sky above. There is a sparkling red dot that's been hovering above the river for a couple of days now, and it worries me.
I let my thoughts dissolve away and lose myself in Ninamori's arms. No use worrying about it. Ninamori's right: She's not coming back.
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A/N: If you're reading this, I'm happy. This is my first real romance- based fic. Maybe some romance-angst in store later... As I'm sure you can tell by the end. (!
Tell me what you think. What you like, possible improvements, or what you would like to/think might happen.
Is it just me or does Ninamori sound a little like Mamimi in the beginning about the sour thing? Sorry, guys. Also, pretend like Haruko inspired Naota to drink sour. I know that's more of a Mamimi thing too, but it worked at the time and I don't want to change it.
Updates might be kind of slow for this one. Only because I'm going to China for three weeks and it comes third in my fanfiction hierarchy. 1st is my main (InuYasha) fic, Strange Interlude. Then it's Miroku's Mask. (Also InuYasha) Read 'em if you haven't already.
That's it for today's Author Talk. Again, thanks for reading and always, please review.
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Nothing amazing ever happens here. It's the same old thing, day after day. About a year ago something big happened, but inside a month, was finished and flew away on a yellow Vespa. That was a year ago, and I'm now in seventh grade. I still think about her...occasionally. I like to think I've matured since then, you know, but I can't help but shake the feeling that she'd return someday. I really hope not.
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Title: Grand Betrayal
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Ninamori looked at me.
"Hey you're drinking sour again today," she said pointing at the can in my hand.
"Yeah, so?"
"I thought you stopped drinking that stuff."
"I did," I said, taking a big swig of the sour cola.
"Well, what makes today different?" she said poking the can every so slightly making the can tip and spill pop all over my face."
I coughed and rubbed my sleeve against my chin, vigorously trying to remove the stinging liquid.
"I just feel like it, okay!"
She tilted her head, "It's because of her, isn't it?"
"Who?" I said, pretending not to know.
"She made you drink the sour, didn't she? You started drinking the stuff after she left. Are you thinking about her again? Is that why you've started again?"
"You make it sound like I'm an addict."
"Well, maybe you are. You're addicted to her."
I turned my head away, "No I'm not."
"Ta-kun, don't lie."
She grabbed my hand.
"I don't care if you still like her. It's not like she's coming back," she said in that forceful yet caring way of hers.
She laid her head on my shoulder. I sighed. I hoped to God that's all that it meant.
***FlashBack***
It was the first day of school. We were getting our class assignments, and I saw Ninamori. We hadn't talked much during the break. In fact, I kind of closed myself off from the rest of Mabase after Haruko left. I guess I was in denial. Denial that she had left; denial that I said I loved her...
Ninamori continued to walk closer. Her composure ever calm; her lengthening purple hair rocked gently behind her with every step she took. She raised the first two fingers of her left hand near her face. In between the long graceful fingers was a rectangular slip of paper. It read:
Class 1-B
I glanced at the already crumpled slip of paper in my hands. She and I would be in the same class again.
Ninamori leaned forward to come eye to eye with me. She was awfully close, and it made me nervous. I didn't know why.
"You haven't grown at all, Naota."
I could feel my face grow redder and my eyebrows furrow. I haven't seen the girl all summer and the first thing she says to me is "You're short, Naota." Well, she hasn't changed much either, being rude to me like that. I don't know why I have to---
Ninamori very suddenly took her hands from off her knees and wrapped them around me. She buried her head into my shoulder and brushed her lips on my cheek in the process. I didn't know if it was an accident or a real kiss, but either way I was both shocked and glad for her affection.
"I missed you too."
***EndFlashBack***
That's how it all began--me and Eri's relationship, I mean.
Eri. I never used to call her that. She always called me Naota, but I never called her by her first name. I still call her Ninamori now and then. I'm not sure why. I guess I'm just used to calling her that. But it doesn't matter; she doesn't care. As long as I have her, I'll be fine. But these revived thoughts of Haruko threaten to screw us up.
'Why is she suddenly on my mind?' I wonder as I gaze up from Eri's embrace toward the gray sky above. There is a sparkling red dot that's been hovering above the river for a couple of days now, and it worries me.
I let my thoughts dissolve away and lose myself in Ninamori's arms. No use worrying about it. Ninamori's right: She's not coming back.
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(_Y_)(_Y_)(_Y_)(_Y_)(_Y_)(_Y_)(_Y_)(_Y_)(_Y_)(_Y_)(_Y_)(_Y_)(_Y_)
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A/N: If you're reading this, I'm happy. This is my first real romance- based fic. Maybe some romance-angst in store later... As I'm sure you can tell by the end. (!
Tell me what you think. What you like, possible improvements, or what you would like to/think might happen.
Is it just me or does Ninamori sound a little like Mamimi in the beginning about the sour thing? Sorry, guys. Also, pretend like Haruko inspired Naota to drink sour. I know that's more of a Mamimi thing too, but it worked at the time and I don't want to change it.
Updates might be kind of slow for this one. Only because I'm going to China for three weeks and it comes third in my fanfiction hierarchy. 1st is my main (InuYasha) fic, Strange Interlude. Then it's Miroku's Mask. (Also InuYasha) Read 'em if you haven't already.
That's it for today's Author Talk. Again, thanks for reading and always, please review.
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