Neo FLCL
Disclaimer: I don't own FLCL. I also don't know any of the character names other than Naota and Haruko, so I'm writing a different version. Don't worry about Haruko, she's still in it. It takes place in Wisconsin (sorry, but I want to give props to my home state). The main character's name is my middle name. Everything else is made up.
God, why did it happen to me? I was a normal kid, minding my own business and soon all hell breaks loose. Does anyone have an answer? What can I be told that would help me deal? It sucks not knowing what's going on and now, people are using me, as well. What did I do to deserve this? Why me? Why me...
It was a normal day, as boring as any other day. Nothing ever happens in this town. And I was positive nothing would change. I sighed. I just had another boring day at high school. Okay, maybe it wasn't that boring. Bio was fun. So was English. But the rest of the day was dull. I was walking home after school, along with April May, a friend of mine since elementary school. I thought her name was funny, not in a ha-ha way, but a weird way. Especially since she was born in June. I enjoyed her company and she enjoyed mine... I think. "So, Scott, did you get the notes from Geometry?" I laughed. "April, when have I ever written notes in math?" She smiled. "And yet, you still get better grades than me." Again, I laughed and pointed to my head. "It's all in here. Photographic memory. It's fun knowing all that stuff." She laughed as well. See, told you we enjoyed each others company. She was sort of like a sister to me and I liked the closeness we shared. It made it easier to tease her. She stopped. "Did you hear that?" I stopped and listened hard. At first I could only hear a few birds, but then a louder sound scared them away. It was a motor. Sounded like a motorbike. We turned around to see this bright yellow bike (a Vespa, I think) charging full speed at us. Some guy was riding it spastically, not even paying attention to the road. Before I could think, I pushed April to the side. I saw rather than felt the bike hit my side, sending me flying ten feet away. "SCOTT!" April screamed. The asphalt scratched me as I hit the ground, leaving bloody marks on my face where I landed. "OMIGOD!!!!" I heard a feminine voice screech. "I KILLED THAT KID!!!" I grunted as I pushed up with what strength I had left. I clutched my broken ribs. "I'm not dead yet..." quoting one of my favorite Monty Python lines. The driver, who turned out to be a girl, stopped screaming. She was pretty tall, for a girl. She had short pink hair and yellow cat-like eyes. She grinned creepily. "Good. Then there's still use for you." She grabbed a guitar that I hadn't noticed from her back and swung. Straight at my head. I felt as the hard wood connect with my skull. I fell to the asphalt again as I slowly lost concsiousness. I lost all feeling in my body. The strange thing was that I didn't black out. I only saw stars flying past me. Every now and then, an iron drifted past. This didn't make sense to me for awhile.
After that, I could feel my body. And I could feel the lips of someone covering my own. I screamed as my body finally realized how much it was hurt. The lips left me. Their owner was the crazy girl who, not only ran me over, but knocked me out as well. "Ha HA! I've done it! I've brought him back to LIFE!" I spat on the ground. "You... you..." "Bitch?" She finished for me. She smiled at me fondly. It weirded me out. "You're lucky I was here to give you the 'kiss of life'." I stared angrily at her. She had nearly killed me and she expected me to appreciate the fact that she had "brought me back"? What was her problem? "Who the hell do you think you are?" I shouted at her. I didn't normally swear, especially around girls, but right now I was pissed. The girl got back on her Vespa and smiled. "I am the wonderful Haruko, genius extrodinaire, and the most beautiful woman in the world!" April's mouth was open. I got the impression of a large fish, only much prettier. An object collided with my head. I rubbed the sore spot and looked down. It was my English book. I t must have fallen out of my backpack. "By the way," Haruko said as she adjusted her goggles, "you're a pretty good kisser." And with that she sped off. I blushed and looked away from April. She walked to me and sat down behind me. "Are you okay?" I nodded slightly. Even that small movement hurt my head. "Ow... yeah I guess so." April sighed and turned me around. "Is what she said true, about her being the most.." I saw where she was going and interrupted. "Nah, you're much prettier." I said. She smirked and was about to say something but I again interrupted. "But you're pretty weird lookin' yourself." She smacked the back of my head. Sure, it was in good humor, but it still hurt. "Ow..." She immediately looked apologetic. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry." I laughed it off. "I'm fine, but could you walk home with me? I don't want to fall down and get ran over again." "Sure," she said as she helped me up. We walked home in silence, but my brain was going crazy. Why did April really care what the crazy lady said? Was she jealous or something? Why would she be? I couldn't think anymore. My brain started hurting worse, as if something was trying to break out. So I relaxed and enjoyed the silence we shared on the way home.
Disclaimer: I don't own FLCL. I also don't know any of the character names other than Naota and Haruko, so I'm writing a different version. Don't worry about Haruko, she's still in it. It takes place in Wisconsin (sorry, but I want to give props to my home state). The main character's name is my middle name. Everything else is made up.
God, why did it happen to me? I was a normal kid, minding my own business and soon all hell breaks loose. Does anyone have an answer? What can I be told that would help me deal? It sucks not knowing what's going on and now, people are using me, as well. What did I do to deserve this? Why me? Why me...
It was a normal day, as boring as any other day. Nothing ever happens in this town. And I was positive nothing would change. I sighed. I just had another boring day at high school. Okay, maybe it wasn't that boring. Bio was fun. So was English. But the rest of the day was dull. I was walking home after school, along with April May, a friend of mine since elementary school. I thought her name was funny, not in a ha-ha way, but a weird way. Especially since she was born in June. I enjoyed her company and she enjoyed mine... I think. "So, Scott, did you get the notes from Geometry?" I laughed. "April, when have I ever written notes in math?" She smiled. "And yet, you still get better grades than me." Again, I laughed and pointed to my head. "It's all in here. Photographic memory. It's fun knowing all that stuff." She laughed as well. See, told you we enjoyed each others company. She was sort of like a sister to me and I liked the closeness we shared. It made it easier to tease her. She stopped. "Did you hear that?" I stopped and listened hard. At first I could only hear a few birds, but then a louder sound scared them away. It was a motor. Sounded like a motorbike. We turned around to see this bright yellow bike (a Vespa, I think) charging full speed at us. Some guy was riding it spastically, not even paying attention to the road. Before I could think, I pushed April to the side. I saw rather than felt the bike hit my side, sending me flying ten feet away. "SCOTT!" April screamed. The asphalt scratched me as I hit the ground, leaving bloody marks on my face where I landed. "OMIGOD!!!!" I heard a feminine voice screech. "I KILLED THAT KID!!!" I grunted as I pushed up with what strength I had left. I clutched my broken ribs. "I'm not dead yet..." quoting one of my favorite Monty Python lines. The driver, who turned out to be a girl, stopped screaming. She was pretty tall, for a girl. She had short pink hair and yellow cat-like eyes. She grinned creepily. "Good. Then there's still use for you." She grabbed a guitar that I hadn't noticed from her back and swung. Straight at my head. I felt as the hard wood connect with my skull. I fell to the asphalt again as I slowly lost concsiousness. I lost all feeling in my body. The strange thing was that I didn't black out. I only saw stars flying past me. Every now and then, an iron drifted past. This didn't make sense to me for awhile.
After that, I could feel my body. And I could feel the lips of someone covering my own. I screamed as my body finally realized how much it was hurt. The lips left me. Their owner was the crazy girl who, not only ran me over, but knocked me out as well. "Ha HA! I've done it! I've brought him back to LIFE!" I spat on the ground. "You... you..." "Bitch?" She finished for me. She smiled at me fondly. It weirded me out. "You're lucky I was here to give you the 'kiss of life'." I stared angrily at her. She had nearly killed me and she expected me to appreciate the fact that she had "brought me back"? What was her problem? "Who the hell do you think you are?" I shouted at her. I didn't normally swear, especially around girls, but right now I was pissed. The girl got back on her Vespa and smiled. "I am the wonderful Haruko, genius extrodinaire, and the most beautiful woman in the world!" April's mouth was open. I got the impression of a large fish, only much prettier. An object collided with my head. I rubbed the sore spot and looked down. It was my English book. I t must have fallen out of my backpack. "By the way," Haruko said as she adjusted her goggles, "you're a pretty good kisser." And with that she sped off. I blushed and looked away from April. She walked to me and sat down behind me. "Are you okay?" I nodded slightly. Even that small movement hurt my head. "Ow... yeah I guess so." April sighed and turned me around. "Is what she said true, about her being the most.." I saw where she was going and interrupted. "Nah, you're much prettier." I said. She smirked and was about to say something but I again interrupted. "But you're pretty weird lookin' yourself." She smacked the back of my head. Sure, it was in good humor, but it still hurt. "Ow..." She immediately looked apologetic. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry." I laughed it off. "I'm fine, but could you walk home with me? I don't want to fall down and get ran over again." "Sure," she said as she helped me up. We walked home in silence, but my brain was going crazy. Why did April really care what the crazy lady said? Was she jealous or something? Why would she be? I couldn't think anymore. My brain started hurting worse, as if something was trying to break out. So I relaxed and enjoyed the silence we shared on the way home.