Chapter one. The Long Awaited Promiss Day.
"Nothing amazing happens here. Everything is ordinary."
The late morning sun shined brilliantly over the city of Mabasa through the parting clouds of last night's rain, catching the eye of a certain 14 years old "delinquent" . Naota Nandaba was calmly strolling down the street with an apathetic look on his face, a Rickenbacker bass strapped on his back, school jacket unbuttoned flaying slightly in the morning breeze. School was, technically, where he was supposed to be currently, but he never gave much tough to it, ever. especially not for since *she* crashed (in a quite literal and deliberate manner, he would like to add) and then disappeared just as sudden and as crazy as he learned she was. Haruko Haruhara, the crazy, random, awesome (evil to, now that he thought about it) alien that looked conspicuously indistinguishable from a human. Or were humans indistinguishable from her species? huh...
Anyways, the story started about two years ago as he was hanging out under a bridge with his elder brother's (ex)girlfriend, Mamimi Samejima. Another boring day in Japan's most boring town...at least it was, until the crazy evil alien and "Space Police officer" ran him over with her Vespa and proceeded to bunk him over the head with a bass. Things got weird after that. Giant robots and guitars sprouting from his forehead, cat ears, godlike alien nearly destroying the world, that idiotic noir eyebrows guy with the Department of Interstellar Immigration, Eri hitting on him in his room...ok, he was pretty sure that last part didn't have anything to do with Haruko, or at least he seriously hopped it didn't...
In any case, after the whole "Atomsk nearly blew up Earth" thing and the battle with Haruko and that kiss, she left in his wake with Atomsk's guitar and his fused into one, leaving him with her own Rickenbacker (and Canti) as the only memoirs to her stay. And if he didn't knew any better from her indifference and almost sadistic glee at the prospect of the Earth being destroyed, he would think she left it to help him, due to the simple fact that it's probably the only reason he was still alive.
A few weaks after she left, his head started to hurt. Small at first, just a mild headache, but in just a few days it went up to a brain splitting torture. He could barley sleep or concentrate at school, so he started to skip more and more. He went to one or two doctors but none could tell him what was wrong. A couple of months later as he was sitting in his room alone with his misery, his eyes fell to the corner of the room where, under dust and some spider web, lay Haruko's Rickenbacker, the same place he put it the day he got it. A strange feeling started to crawl into his mine to get a hold of the strange but familiar alien instrument. A few seconds later he started down at it in his hands in bewilderment as his throbbing pain simply vanished. Just like that. Puzzled, he started to brainstorm as to the cause. His first guess was that the bass acted in some fashion on his N.O, the strange power Haruko toll him he was capable of access.
There was nothing on this N.O he could find on the internet besides a few wacky conspiracy sites which included, among other things (many, many other things), Flat Earth, Jews Din 9/11 and that Kennedy was still alive and was in fact a reptilian and the whole assassination thing was staged to allow him to return to his homeworld of Sirius Major. Deciding to go to a more credible source, the only thing he could think of was Canti. The robot, despite his still damaged head, was nonetheless able to explain to him the basics of N.O. and together with his admittedly hard to translate instructions, he was able to harness the basics of his N.O so that in a few weaks he no longer needed to hold unto the bass at all time just to be able to sleep.
As the weaks passed, he began to notice that by concentrating really hard wile opening the N.O channel, he was able to improve almost anything he did; running faster, jumping higher, hitting harder, the likes. So he started thinking just how far he could go with it. Turns out, not so far as he liked to imagine, but then he remembered something interesting.
The day Haruko extracted a Gibson Flying V out of his channel, the one he used to save Mabase from a falling satellite, the one that Haruko currently was in possession of. The one fused with Atomsk's into that monster dual guitar.
His guitar.
His instrument.
Perhaps, he reached the conclusion, since he wasn't using his own instrument, he was not reaching his full potential. Haruko did mention Atomsk had an incredible amount of power from his N.O, enough to distort gravity, destroy planets and move entire solar systems, if Haruko' and Amaro were to be believed. And, looking back, he was somehow able to absorb and use its power. He wasn't a very egotistical person, but going by what he knew, that was pretty hardcore.
And so he made a decision.
Now, over two years since that fateful day day, he was ready. Two years of training like a madman with Canti or by himself, he was ready. He had a plan.
He stopped not far from its edge. Looking ahead, he could barley see the road leading up to the old Medical Mechanica plant, still tilted a bit from when Atomsk dropped it in his dramatic getaway.
This was it.
Taking a deep breath, he began to think his plan over again. It was a plausible idea, based on what he knew of N.O, but some part of him, he reckoned his sane part, or whatever was left of it, told him this was insane. Crazy. Suicidal. Still, it would be better than anything else he had in mind, and if it worked he had something to look forward to over the monotonous life which had engulfed the city one again with Haruko's departure.
His thoughts went over what he would lose if this went to hell. His dad, Kamon, still his lazy, immature, perverted self, still trying to sell his crappy tabloid for a few bucks. His grandfather, Shigekuni, retired baker and present baseball coach, still disappointing in his son and younger grandson.
He didn't see Amaro after that day, though he did occasionally spot a not so conspicuous black car parked down the street or following him somewhere.
Miss Junko Miyaji, who somehow ended up teaching in high school despite barley having the intellectual (and mental) ability to teach in kindergartner.
Masashi, looking depressed as always (and it says something when *he* thinks that), Gaku, still obsessing over gossip and everything related to sex.
And finally Eri Ninamori, the class rep and mayor's only child.
While he was not in the least bit surprise at how most of his friends and other acquaintances were generally still the same after two years, Eri had, at least, grown up somewhat. She still wore that proper, a little stuck-up demeanor, she was more open about herself and generally didn't behave in as much the same fashion as she did before their six grade Puss in Boots play. All in all, she was still fairly mature, but not in the same forced way she used to be.
Smirking, he turned his head slightly to his left. Speak of the devil. Another ability he managed to get a hang of was enhancing his senses beyond what was normally capable for a human. Besides augmenting his hearing or eyesight, it woke a kind of sixth sense in him and he was capable of picking up and distinguishing between people's presence even when his senses didn't actually picked up anything, and sure enough, the unmistakable presences of Eri cut around a corner behind him moving slowly towards him.
"Aha! Found you!" she shouted a little bit to exited, in his humble opinion. "Skipping school again?" she added with an exasperated tone.
He turned his body just slightly, not fully facing her. She had her hands on her hips and was now looking at him waiting for the usual answer to their banter. For a second as their eyes locked, he vaguely remembered how she used to be taller. Now he was 2 inch taller than her. He smirked a little at that.
"So what of it?" he answered back, knowing full well that kind of answer would piss her off. He always did find her fun to piss off. His smirk grew a bit larger when she toke a deep breath and with a sigh pinched the bridge of her nose with one hand. Ok, not the usual answer. His smile dropped, instead raising an eyebrow. Ooookay, weird he tough.
"Naota..." she bad, with a tone of voice he rarely (if ever) heard her use, usually reserved to times when she was really worried about something. "You'll going to fail high school, and then what are you going to do? The school board is already talking about expelling you..."
He could have swore he heard a genuine concern for him in her voice...nah, must be my imagination....
"So?" he shot back in a bored tone.
She let her hand fell back to the side and locked eyes with him. Ok, by the look in her eyes, it wasn't his imagination. Huh...
For the last two years, Eri hand him grew closer, enough that some might say they were best friends. Occasionally they would hang out, drawing insufferable teasing from their classmates, especially from Masashi and Gaku (especially Gaku) of them going out on a date...not that they were dating! No, it was just two friends who tough alike about those around them and who, despite their different approaches to life with Naota's bored "this is all pointless" philosophy and Eri's responsible student getup, understood and went along quite well. So what if he tough she a was kinda cute?
"And what exactly are you doing going towards that damn plant?" she asked a few moments of silence, and a small head shake, later.
Now he was a bit conflicted. He didn't actually plan for anyone he knew showing up. So, he did the only thing he could think of: ignore her. With a shrug of his shoulders, he turned back towards his destination, the broken down but mostly intact Medical Mecanica plant, and started walking. As expected, Eri was walking right besides him in just a few seconds.
Now, tough, she really was pissed, because she was skulking. And giving a lecture. Loudly.
"You, Naota Nandaba, are the worse student ever, and an IDIOT, and..."
He, however, wasn't listening, but the smirk made its way back to his face again.
For most of her life, Eri Ninamori had to put up with the upper, proper classes of society, her dad being the mayor for three consecutive mandates now, and so she learned to keep her emotions in check. For the most part she succeeded, but occasionally when really angry at something, usually a bullshit new law at school, her mom and dad being stupid and fighting again, or lately at Naota, she would lose it. And she was a sight to behold.
More than a few horrible laws on school property was repealed simply because she gave the school board a piece of her mind. She was the class rep for a reason. Speaking of which...
"Shouldn't the class rep be in, you now, class?" he interrupted her. Realizing she was rambling, she composed herself with a small cough.
"As class representative, it is my responsibility to keep idiots like you out of trouble" she recited, as if that line was written down for a speech. For all he knew of her, it probably was. "I can't have my friend being a dropout. It would look bad for my reputation." she continued with a smug tone.
"I'm a delinquent." he shot back. "Maybe you should make new friends."
"Maybe i don't feel like it" she said, voice flat.
"Maybe you should" he answered back in the same tone.
They walked in silence towards the road leading up to the plant. Before they could cross the street to where it started, she quickly shot out in front, stopping him in his track with a look of pure determination which has subdued more than one adult in her life. Most normal people would be slightly nervous if the 14 year old girl would give them that kind of look. He didn't even flinch.
"Where are you going?" she asked again with much more fervor and worry. This really made him stop and think. Should he tell her? He probably wouldn't believe him, or would and run off to tell someone. But if she didn't get an answer, she would stick with him and get in the way. Biting his check in tough, he reached a conclusion. A half lie might get her out of dodge, and he did want to see her reaction when he was at full potential.
"Do you really want to know?" he asked, hopping for the best.
"Yes" she answered back immediately and with a determination which made him relent.
"Ok then." with a nod, he grabbed the bass and spun it around his back into his arms, holding it as if to play "Recognize this?" he asked with a smirk. The way her eyes narrowed a bit and posture stiffened told him the answer before she opened her mouth.
"The bass that belonged to that...maid of yours. She answered a bit hesitantly, stretching the "maid" part a little. "What, are you going up there to play a song to the guards? Can you even play that thing?" she asked the last part with a bemused smirk.
"No, im not, and, as a matter of fact..."he shot back with a "I resent that" tone of voice, and plucked a small melody on the cords. "yes, i can." now it was his turn to wear the smirk as her eyes widen a bit. He hadn't shown anyone except his dad and Canti that he started to also learn how to play the thing.
Quickly regaining her composer the second time today, she crossed her arms and looked at him with narrow eyes. "So? What in the blazes would you want to do up there then?"
"Well..." he started. Now or never. This isn't mine. It's her's. Haruko's. Or Raharu, whatever. She ran off with mine. And I'm gonna get it back." he finished in a low voice.
"What." was the only thing Eri could mutter. For a few seconds there she tough she misheard. As the words settled in, she threw he arms wide and shouted "ARE YOU CRAZY!? Don't you remember what happened last time you hanged out with her?"
At that, Naota raised an eyebrow. "From the way people act around town, i was under the impression i was the only one who did." he answered back flatly.
"Of course not!" she shot back crossing her arms. "People remember, but they just don't obsess over it. They didn't let that whole thing hold them down."
"It's not holding me down." he said, voice still flat. "I'm in fact trying to move forward. I can't, not with this" he held the bass tighter for emphasis "still reminding me. And i can't just throw it away."
With a sigh, he closed his eyes and continued "No, I'm returning this one and getting what's mine back."
Eri just looked at him with a frown. She hadn't seen him this confident and sincere in...ever. She sighed. "This is the part where I'm supposed to get out of the way and get to school?"
Naota opened his eyes to lock sight with her. "If you don't mind." He expected her to just stop away or maybe even south and hit him.
He did not, however, expect her to lean forward and kiss him. That certainly shocked him enough for his heart to stop for the few seconds it lasted. Before his brain could even properly comprehend it, she broke of and, blushing even redder than he was, just said "You better get back, or i won't forgive you." and she was off in a sprint down the street leading to the high school. Before she was out of sight, he drew all of his will to break free of the shock and shout after her.
"HEY!"
She stopped in her track about 20 meters away and just turned her body a little, like he did when she intercepted him earlier, still blushing and not looking at him.
"What?" she asked a bit launder than she intended.
Now he was at a loss of words, so he said the first thing that came to mind.
"See you in class tomorrow?" ok, he tough, probably not the best thing to say in this situation, but come on!
"Yeah. You better! Or else you'll gonna get expelled! " and with that she was off. Naota watched her disappear around a corner. Now as he turned and walked to his destination, he couldn't help but notice a stupid grin locked on his face, that didn't go away even as he was halfway up the hill.
However, it quickly dropped as he came into view of the only gate in the fence the Department of Interstellar Immigration build around the plant. Three armed guards obviously saw him. This was it.
"Hey there" he shouted smugly. He could tell by their aura that they were tense. Heh, Amaro must've told them about me. Well, i would to after the show I put that day.
"That's far enough kid. This area is off limits. Turn around and leave!" one of the two soldiers who was pointing their rifles at his ordered. The third one was inside a booth and was holding a radio.
Stopping in his tracks with one hand in his pants pocket and one hand gripping the bass strapped to his back, he calmly looked the three men over.
"I don't suppose you'll simply let me in?" he sharked at the man.
"You have 10 seconds!" was his only response. The hard way it is then.
Before the soldier could even blink, Naota was already in front of the man, fist swinging into his stomach, its strength enhanced by his N.O channel enough to send him flying a few feet away. Before he even hit the ground, he swings the bass into the second man's side, sending his to fly as well. Both hit the ground hard a moment later, a few milliseconds apart, guns clanking on the ground. The man in the boot was trying to turn the radio on, but he was on him fast and with a fist straight to the face, he to was knocked unconscious. Perfect.
Except that little blinking light on the radio telling him the man activated some emergency message and he would have a lot more company soon.
Groaning, he pushed of the ground, using the N.O to jump over the gate, some 3 meters. As he landed and fell into a stance, two more figures were running towards him. To bad for them as, from the sky, profiting from the distraction, fell Canti, having been following Naota from a distance per his request.
Slamming hard on the ground in front of the two guards, he made a shock-wave which knocked both back and joining their other comrades into unconsciousness.
" That was a bit unnecessary." Naota piped to the robot. "I would have dealt with them easily."
Canti only scratched the back of his head, the word "Sorry" flashing on his screen.
Naota shock his head slightly with a smirk. Then he closed his eyes and concentrated hard. Sure enough he detected the sound of a few cars speeding towards the road leading to the plant.
" Were out of time, Canti." he said moving towards the plant. "Now or never." he stopped in front of the massive form of the strange alien object waited for Canti to fall in line next to him a second later. "Ready?" flashed on Canti's screen.
Taking another deep breath, Naota only nodded. Now was the time. They both stretched their hands forward and touched the wall of the plant, concentrating. A moment later, it clicked in his head. The unmistakable presences of what he could only relate to Haruko and a strange feeling over toke his senses as the plant came to life for the first time in years.
Now he knew what Amaro was rambling about years ago about the plant. As it hummed with a low sound and then the spine chilling siren sounded for the whole city to hear and a massive cloud of steam spewed from its side, Naota could feel all the N.O, all the auras in the area, go dark, oppressed by the massive presence of the plant. But the one presences he was after was still strong enough to follow.
With a wide grin he let go of the plant and turned to Canti, who did the same and only nodded to his human friend. Dropping the smile, Naota nodded in return and toke the bass in both hands and swing it hard against Canti's head, who flew back and hit the ground with a thud. Then sudently his screen flashed red and the place was illuminated by a crimson light emanating from within it. The plant went silent again, and he could tell the cars were now just seconds from the gate.
He lunged forward and touched Canti's screen and his whole hand went it. The channel was open, and the rest of his body was pulled in.
Vilonis
Thousands of light years away, Haruko (known by many other aliases) leaned back on her Vespa eating a bowl of space ramen. It wasn't quite as good as that Earth ramen, she tough, but definitely better than that Aurora crap. That think held the dishonor of "worst tasting quick meal in the galaxy. That wasn't just her opinion, either. There was a pole...Ok, a pole she had a hand in rigging, but no one else needed to know that!
Drowning the last of the content, she nonchalantly threw it to the side. Littering be damned. She had better things to do. Like tormenting some poor kid. That was always hilarious. Oh, and tracking Atomsk. That to, though the train was running cold these days. She spared a glance to her bracelet/handcuff. Nothing. Le Sigh.
Another two years (Earth years, you should know) and still nothing. For a being capable of and routinely moving entire solar systems just for a quick laugh at the expense of travelers and astronomers, Atomsk sure knew how to lose someone. You would think someone like that would leave a considerable trail, but nope. And he was nowhere near this place, or the bracelet would detect his presences...speaking of which, a strange but strangely familiar presences was building at the back of her brain. /Nah, it couldn't be.../ That tough was however interrupted when her N.O channel sudently started to open. /Ok, who's the jerk trying that? Its impolite, especially to a lady!/
With a jerk of her head and a flash of red light, a form flew out of her forehead and landed on its knees, one hand gripping a familiar bass and the other spread forward for balance. /No way.../ she thought in surprise at the figure. "Takkuu!?"
Naota Nandaba fell like vomiting. That was *not* a pleasant experience. His body felt like it was twisted in ways it was never meant to. But in a flash it was over and he was kneeling on a cold, grey floor and no longer nauseous. He looked up to see a familiar blue sky stroked by white clouds and...two moons hanging in the distance, a vast city stretching over the horizon, building mile high. Definitely worked. Question was, did it worked like he wanted and hoped to?
His question was answered immediately by a familiar high pitched voice from behind him. "Takkun!?"
He stood up quickly and jerked his whole body around. There she was, still the same he remembered from two years ago, only this time she had a look of bewilderment on her face.
"Haruko." he answered coolly (har har), not giving her any indication that he missed her. In fact, on his journey up the hill to the MM plant, as he was thinking of the kiss with Eri, he decided that Haruko no longer had any place in his hearth. No, he needed only one thing from her now.
Haruko stood up to her full height (a whole 10 inches taller than him) and eyed him with a curious and surprised face. "What. she muttered.
"Good to see you to." he sharked. "You remember me, at least." he said motioning his had to nothing in particular. Then his eyes fell onto the back of the Vesta, where a large, two necked monster guitar stood.
Finally regaining her composure, Haruko grabbed the guitar cautiously, as if sensing his eyes on it, and not liking it in the slightest.
"WHAT.." she began loudly "are you doing here?" she finished lowering her voice and holding the guitar into a light stance.
"Weeel..." he began, scratching the back of his neck. "Funny story. After you left, this...awful headache toke over. Thought i was gonna die..." he stopped emphasized the bass "but then this thing and Canti helped me get better. And i think you have an idea what im doing here..." he trailed his eyes over her guitar.
"You want yours back, huh?" she finished with a bemused smirk. /This day just got a whole lot more interesting./
"Don't suppose you would give it to me out of the goodness of your hearth? You do owe me..."
At this, Haruko let out a small laugh. "Kid..." she began and threw the guitar over her shoulder "I could have left you with no instrument at all. You'd have been in a coma withing two or three months. I don't see how i owe you anything else." she finished, a frown beginning to form.
A much deeper frown however was taking over Naota's face.
"And if you hadn't shown up in my life, nothing would have happened at all." he replied, voice taking a bit of a venomous tone. At this, Haruko shot up her eyebrows. Then her face warped into a bemused and smug look, a smirk showing some teeth.
"Also..." he continued "since I'm not getting any further with your instrument, I figure you would have trouble with using mine as well. So, why not take back yours and give back mine?"
A mad laughter emanated from Haruko, lasting a few seconds. /Yup/ he thought, waiting for her to finish /still the same crazy alien/.
A few seconds later, she stopped and locked eyes with him, a cold look in her gaze, smirk still plastered on her face.
"Well, look who's learning" she teased. "That's not such a bad idea...but..." she looked to the side and closed her eyes, then shot them open with a psychotic, murderous look and said "I'm not gonna make it easy for you." with a voice that sent shivers down his spine.
She fell into a battle stance and waited for him to follow. He did a few seconds later.
"Come on, why do you want to fight?" he asked, his voice showing he was intimidating by her gaze, no matter how much he tried to hide it, so he didn't made much of an effort.
"Where's the fun in just giving it to you?" she shot back casually. "Plus..." she added, smugness dripping in her voice "its still fused with Atomsk's guitar. You want it...ya gonna have ta figure out some way ta separate them!"
And with that, she lunged towards him, guitar flying out to the side at speeds that would be missed by a regular human eye. Thankfully, he was just fast enough to pull back his body as it flew just inches from his face, surprising Haruko for a few seconds. He toke advantage of her surprise and swingd the bass the same way she did, but her instincts didn't let it touch as she ducked and swingd her guitar again, upwards to his head, before his own even finished, almost catching him before he performed what he liked to call a flash step, using his N.O channel to pull his entire body several 30 feet backwards in an instant.
Regaining her balance from the attack, Haruko just eyed the spot he was not a moment ago with a puzzled look, then turned up to him with a smirk.
"Not bad, kid." she fell back into a stance, mirroring his. "Let's see if you can scratch me!" and with that shriek she dashed forward swung the guitar down hard. As he jumped straight up in a flash step, the guitar made contact with the paved ground and a small crater blew out from the impact. From his position up high, he brought down the bass hard aiding gravity with his N.O, aiming for her unguarded back, but she spun around fast and defended with the guitar, making contact with his instrument with enough force to send him flying backwards.
He spun in the air as he flew to land on his legs, and landed hard with one hand out for balance, letting out a gasp of air he didn't realize he was holding. Before he could get his bearings though, she was on him with a heavy swing that caught him off guard in the shoulder, which sent him falling to the side in pain. Haruko then swung the guitar downwards to where he was, but he rolled out of the way in time sprung to his feet as fast as he could, bringing the bass forward to block another attack in time. The two instruments made contact and sparks flew in the air, the force of her attack again overwhelming his balance and sending him backwards.
Not loosing another second, Haruko was on him in a beat, swinging left and right as he tried to dodge them. This continued for a few seconds before he flash stepped upwards and with a hard swing managed get her in the shoulder, which threw her forward as he landed. She quickly spun to her feet and faced him, face showing more annoyance than pain.
"Not bad" she said as she rubbed her shoulder absentmindedly, a smirk of her face. "And i wasn't exactly holding back. But let's see how long can you last..." she commented as she eyed him breathing heavily. "Takkun."
At that, he felt like losing it. With a heavy frown, he mustered all his N.O force, he dashed forward and swung heavily towards her.
"My name is Naota!" he screamed as the she blocked the attack. The two instruments made contact with enough force to create a small shockwave that sent them both flying backwards, landing a good 50 feet away from the impact point, where there was now an indentation in the floor. Haruko was the first to get up on her feet, eyeing the crater with an impressed smirk.
Naota moaned as he tried to get to his feet and gazed over to the alien, specifically the double instrument in her hand. For a split second as the two made contact in that violent exchange, a weird feeling invaded his brain. A...aura. A massive aura that he didn't even notice before. One that he recognized as Atomsk, but also not. Thinking back, he remembered that he fused his and Atomsk's instrument into one with...an idea clicked in his mind. It was an N.O channel which fused them, so another one would be needed to separate them. Only question was how...he needed to hold it.
Thinking of a way, he decided he would need to improvise. He dashed to attack Haruko once again, but she was ready and waiting for him to make the next move. They both swung the two weapons left and right at a fast pace. Sparks and shockwaves, smaller that the last one, flew as they made contact. He was doing good, he thought, but was getting tired. She wasn't.
"HA HA HA HA! He He!" The mad laughter of Haruko echoed over the loud bangs.
Deciding to do some of that improvising, he came with a crazy idea. Well, it couldn't be crazier than coming here in the first place.
He threw his guard down enough for one of her swing to make contact with his body. As it made contact with the side of his chest, his whole body screamed at him for being a masochist. But just as he fell his body on the verge of flying from the momentum, he planted his feet into the ground, channeled his N.O into them as much as he could and stopped like a rock. The sudden heaviness of the maneuver threw Haruko's own guard and balance down as her arms screamed in pain from the effort of trying to move the suddenly heavy target.
Ignoring his own pain and her glare, he grabbed the guitar as firmly as his free hand allowed and swung his bass towards her head. In desperation she caught it with a bare hand, the action sending waves of pain into it.
Now he had everything in place, but didn't have a concrete way to capitulate on it. He started to panic as he could feel her strength starting to overpower his own.
"So..." she began through gritted teeth. "What's the plan?" she finished with a pained smirk.
"Well..." he started, returning the smirk "Improvising!" and with that he let his N.O channel open as much a she could, a small flash of red light beginning to emanate from his forehead, surprising Haruko.
The he drew his head back and slammed hard into her own head, sending her back. At the same time he sent his N.O into the hand gripping the two headed monster, hopping that something would happen. Sure enough, the guitar started to glow a brilliant crimson and he could feel Atomsk's power coursing through it. A massive gust of wind erupted from the light and he let go of the bass, allowing Haruko to hold it. With both hands gripping the guitar from the side, he pulled, and with a smirk Haruko did the same.
A massive bolt of red lighting erupted into the sky followed by several other small ones and both combatants fell backwards both from the instrument separating and from the force of the bold pushing them away. A few seconds later it died down. They both fell on their back, Haruko clutching the Rickenbacker 4001 in one hand by the side and a Gibson EB-0 by the neck in the other, looking both surprised and amused at the same time.
Groaning as he tried to sit up, Naota eyed the masterpiece in his own hands with a sting of wonder. The Gibson Flying V. Suddenly a laughter erupted from Haruko, not mad, but not exactly sane either. He eyed her for a second, but then as the realization that it worked hit him, he let out a small chuckle.
"Not bad, Naota." she let out between fits of laughter. He couldn't help but let out a big grin at her using, for once, his actual name, and stood up. Still chuckling, Haruko did the same and walked to him as if the previous scuffle never happen, now both guitars strapped on her back in an X shape.
He panned his head slightly up to meet her eyes, a bit tense. He still didn't trusted her. But then with a smirk, she lifted a fist non threatening. Hesitant but returning the smirk, he to lifted a fist and bumped it into hers.
"Not bad at all." she said as they let their arms fall limp. "Your almost as crazy as I am..." she deadpanned.
"No one's as crazy as you." he sharked back.
"And don't you ever forget it." she shot back.
"Trust me, i couldn't if i wanted to." he said as he strapped the Gibson onto his back. "I'm reminded every time i look at that dammed plant." he rubbed one sore arm.
So..." she began in a friendly tone, one she used whenever she was manipulating someone on Earth, but this time it felt a little more genuine...only a little. "What now?"
"Get back home, obviously." he said stretching his arms and back. "Would hate for my lazy bum of a dad to notice I'm gone and start taking his parent status seriously. Doesn't suit him." he deadpanned.
"Heh." Haruko chucked. "Is he still trying to sell those trashy tabloids?" she asked curiously.
"Yup." he answered with closing his eyes and crossing his hands over his chest, shaking his head. "But he's getting a bit better...just a bit. Well i should hurry or Eri's gonna tear me a new one..." he started turning around before he heard Haruko cooing teasingly.
"Ooooo, so you hooked up with that girl who rigged a play to make you her pussy cat?" she emphasized the last two words and let out a shit eating grin. By now Naota was more red than when he fused with Atomsk power. Curse his slip!
"T-that's not it!" he shouted back, but if it was possible Haruko's grin only got even bigger and started to chuckle.
"You know..." She began, but was interrupted by several loud sirens as a number of large flying vehicles looking somewhat blocky and un-aerodynamic shot overhead and started to form a circle.
"Seems like your little light show attracted some attention." she chimed over the sirens.
Now Haruko was no longer amused and looked positively annoyed.
"HALT!" a voice shouted over a speaker. "You are to lover your weapons and surrender immediately!"
Before he could react, Haruko's Vespa shot out in between them out of nowhere, knocking him onto his butt. She was on it in a split second and with a quick "Have fun!" the yellow vehicle flew up into the air leaving him in a cloud of dust. Several of the vehicles, which he had to assume were some kind of police, gave chase to the much faster "bike".
The only thing that he could do was stare at the shrinking image of Haruko as she left him there to fend for himself...what was he saying, of *course* she did!
"Damn you..." was the only thing he could mutter with a growl, a mix of anger and fear, one eye twitching a bit...
To be continued.
Somewhere else on Vilonis, a hooded man was walking casually through the streets of the continent spanning capita city of the Viloni Empire. Unlike most people around him however, his was not a mere walk. It was reconnaissance, for hit was his mission as an infiltration and assassination agent. He looked over in the distance to the massive towering form of the Assembly Tower, home of the governing council which dictated the fate of billions, thinking of his next target...his imagining of 40 ways to kill him without anyone even suspecting he was murdered was interrupted by a sudden flash in the ambient aura of city. In the distance a barley visible red light shot upwards into the sky. Frowning, his mind raced...it couldn't be...but the aura matched.
A few minutes later he was in his hotel room. Locking the door and closing the shuffles to darken the room, he sat on the floor crossed legged and closed his eyes, meditating. A moment later, his forehead flashed red.
Speak a voice echoed in his mind, one but also many.
My Lords... he began a few minutes ago a large wave of N.O energy emanated on this planet.
Why break silence? the voice asked.
Because... he composed his private thoughts It was HIS. Atomsk'
Impossible the voice protested. The last sighting of Atmosk had him on Tahnor, nowhere near that sector and we have yet to detect him leaving.
And yet the massive presence can only be his. he answered logically and coldly. Permission to enact protocol 11? he asked.
There was silence for a minute as he knew the question was debated.
Proceed.
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Author's note.
Alright, my first ever fanfic about one my favorite anime. So i toke much inspiration from this fanfiction s/8836899/1/FLCL-FTL
I highly recommend reading it, but before you get any idea i am not copying it, i intend to continue this story into a multi chapter long series. This is just the firsts.
So on to myself. Im from Romania so English is my second language, and i notice grammar isn't my strong suit. there's just so much spell checks can assist me with, and im not as fluent as i would like. so i do apologize if i can't word something properly.
This is basically an experiment for me to test my writing abilities for an original space opera im working on, so i thought i would give a try in writing something to get me in shape for it, and this story was in my head for like a year. i just have to write it down.
please review and give me you're honest opinion. here's goes nothing...