AN: This is a FLCL fanfic I'm writing with DanteVirgil09. However, I will take any suggestions you the readers might have.

Disclaimer: We own nothing of FLCL. That should explain enough.

Chapter 1

I was amazed truthfully that I was able to get out of there. It seemed that escape from Mabase was nearly impossible when I was twelve but now, since that summer, I see life in a completely new way. It's odd. Never did I once think that I'd be attending the Academy of Minds. I actually published what happened to me all that time ago into a small manga and those who looked at my manuscript said that I had potential in writing fantasy and sci-fi so, they set me up with a scholarship that landed me here. Naturally, both my father and grandfather where optimistic for in my scholarship not only did they see a chance for me, but for each of them to hone and perfect their agendas. My father wished to restart his failed attempt at a new thing he called, "Funzines". Whereas Grandpa just wished to "further the ever-powerful and implacable hand of baseball over the world." Sad stuff I know.

I moved into my dorm just a few days after hearing this ultimatum and swore to myself to not go through public humiliation once again by telling the people around me that what happened to me did happen. Well, it was on the news in Mabase but that was small, very small in terms of popularity anyway. So, I kept my experiences to myself. The only place where any of that summer exists is in my head now and on the shelf of the city's manga section. The academy's stores as the host for my piece since, well I needed the money for my own expenses. I know what you'll say, "Expenses? What expenses do you have after getting a full scholarship?" The answer is simple, I have a life outside of my books unlike some people who never seem to leave theirs and walk around all day with the only words coming out of their mouths being the contents of all those books. It does drive you crazy so don't tell me it doesn't.

Anyhow, the city has everything that Mabase didn't as you can expect. A cool new nightclub, Aphrodite's Passion Fruit which everyone says is owned by the Yakuza. I can believe that. From what the older people here say, it's an extremely lavish affair with torch singers, a full band, and the works essentially. There's also Megaplexian Theatre. A building which I believe would rival Notre Dame if lined up right beside it. Forty-eight individual movie theaters in one building I know seems daunting but then, what isn't in this city is yet to be determined. You have the girls swimming team, softball, and other things. It seems every sport this place has for women is so that we can watch their uniforms ride up. It's a disgusting thing to be honest, and people ridicule me for not really enjoying it.

I do like the view of a woman's upper leg but still, as you can expect, there's always the exception of a particular girl who shouldn't be wearing the short shorts and in truth, it kills the whole experience from the beginning.

The dorms here though are very big and very generous in terms of individual space. There's a large flat-screen TV in every dorm room bedroom, a king sized bed for both occupants, and a massive amount of space for each roommate's particular activities whatever they are. The crowning achievement I think though is the immense walk-in closet. I do so love it. The simple fact is I can stay in there for hours amongst my collection of black leather jackets and Under Armor clothes. It's a paradise. I essentially live in my closet some days but those are only when I don't want anyone bugging me. My roommate has yet to arrive so I savor every moment of silence I have. I know my last 'roommate' so to speak was an alien from another planet but still, even with her, I had boundaries. The sad part about those boundaries…she ran over them like a steamroller would flatten a cat; utterly, completely, and without regard to anyone's opinion.

Anyway, after just settling in, I thought it best to sit back, relax, and enjoy recapping over my manga series. True, it was a short one but hey, it was a short summer but with a lot of action. As I began to go over the final chapter, my concentration and my world of peace were both simultaneously shattered by the sound of light knocking on the door. I put my manga away, rolled my neck, and opened the door. The sight of the person who stood there floored me.

Eri Ninamori, the mayor's daughter stood right in front of me. I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss her. She looked at me in her general way, like a stone statue who just stares with one preset emotion. She shook her head and then said with what could be argued a smile, "Good to see you again, Naota."

I nodded and she asked, "May I come in? Don't worry, I've got a pass from the Dean allowing for me to do so."

"Alright. No need to make everything you do in live so formal. Come in." I replied in my usual dulled tone. Although truthfully, it felt weird; a woman with you alone in your dorm room. I shoved the thought aside for I knew that Ninamori herself was far to polished and elitist to consider the thoughts I was having.

I won't deny that the past six years had been very kind to her. She'd developed perfectly. Her body was toned and sleek, her butt was firm filling her jeans completely, her legs were of the same condition and her chest, dare I say it was well developed as well. I'm not going to go into specifics but through the passing glimpse I got while she was looking at her watch, she was more than well endowed. She at down on the couch and I sat down on the chair adjacent from her.

She looked at me all over and then asked, "So, how's life been for you?"

I thought for a moment and said, "Fine. What are you doing here anyway?"

"My father insisted I come here to further my studies so, naturally, it's what I'm doing and you?"

"I'm here on scholarship from a manga company which serves as my publisher."

"I thought as much. I read them and truthfully, was rather upset by how you portrayed me."

"Hey! What do you want me to say? I wrote it while it was fresh on the brain. If you don't like how you're represented, then that's your problem."

She just looked at me with those sharp black eyes and said nothing. That was so much like death staring at you and asking by what method in his vast arsenal you wanted to leave the world. An uncomfortable pause ensued and I broke it, "So, how's your father?"

"Considering he left my mother for that trashy secretary of his, I'd say one's doing considerably well without the other. How's your life been this past summer?" her tone was almost sarcastic.

"You know, it's hard to believe that it's only been a summer. Seems a lot longer than that. But still, things are okay."

It was then that knocking was heard from the door again. I excused myself and opened the door to see a giant of a man. He stood roughly six-four and was ripped to shreds. He looked around and asked in an almost godlike voice, "Excuse me, this is Rm. 2321 right?"

"Yeah." I said almost in a mouse voice since I only came up to just above his abdomen, "This is the right place. How can I help you?"

"Oh good this is the right place," he said after looking around, he then yelled down the hall "Alright boys, bring it in."

A group of ten men in total came in. Two with an armoire, one with a mini-fridge, two with a rack of fencing foils, another two with a large navy blue steam trunk, and three others with large rucksacks. He smiled a big dumb goofy smile and said, "Hello, little man. I'm your new roommate, "Leonidas III". Ninamori asked from where she sat with a cynicism dripping off her ever y word, "Leonidas III?"

He kept beaming that huge goofy smile and nodded. Great. For me, it was bad enough that the man was a giant and a fencing giant at that. But as with so many in the city, he tried his best to infuse himself with the 'gangsta rapper' lifestyle of America. In all truth, I suppose it was a fair trade off. The rapper lifestyle was given to us and then some tourists come over here acting Japanese. Gangsters and Otaku seemed to go hand in hand. The American imitation vs. Japanese imitation was and still is very stupid in my view. I turned back to Ninamori and saw that she had gone out the window using the chain of balconies. I headed towards the window and saw her walking across the street to the playing field beyond. She turned back and waved at me even though I had said nothing for her to notice me.

I turned back and the big galoot was now splayed out all across the couch. In all truth, I thought it could be worse but then I should've known, with my life, that' exactly what was destined to happen.

After Leonidas left the room to go party at Passion Fruit, I was greatly relieved that there was once again silence. I headed back to my room only to find that everything of Leonidas's was set everywhere. My half of the room felt reduced to a cubicle thanks to the size of my companion's possessions. I was in the midst of wallowing in my disappointment when I thought I heard the sound the sound of a jet engine defending right outside my patio door. I headed back to the main room and was shocked by what I saw. A red and white Vespa motorbike lay on the patio with keys in the ignition and a note taped on the odometer.

I took the note in my hand and felt a feeling of absolute dread as I read the following:

Dear Ta-kun,

I hope life at this sweaty university's doing well by you. I know it's been a long time so, here's your present. And one more thing, a friend and I are going to be teaching at this place so hopefully we'll see you around. Actually I know we'll see you around but still. One last question, are you still angry with me for what happened all those years ago? Not that it really matters; I just want to know is all.

With Love,

Haruko

Great, I knew that there was a reason that I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach and now here it was in black and white. What struck me as funny was that the simple idea of Haruko being a teacher. Those who gave her qualification must have either been blind or insane. I tried not letting it bother me but it couldn't be helped. I knew now that it was only a matter of time before strange things started happening again and just like last time, I'd find myself in the middle of the whole fiasco. I brought the Vespa inside and put in in the corner of the room. I looked at the note again and saw by the light of the nearby lamp writing on the other side. I flipped it over and read the following:

Oh, PS, the bike has a faulty braking system. I did the best I could on short notice.

I thought for a moment, "First I get a giant of a roommate, then Ninamori comes back, and now this. I can't wait to see what happens next." That thought would haunt me for the rest of my term at the university. I didn't know that at the moment but if I did, I would have taken it back a thousand times full.

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