A new little fanfic that I wrote.
Furi Kuri/ Flcl
Frantic
Sometimes…when I hold this knife to my skin and let my blood flow, I wonder if today will be the day, he stares at blade in his hand light reflecting from a stray of light from the blinds into his eyes and he squints as if daylight is a new experience.
These crazy thoughts filling my head and I stare at those who make my pain more defined. This is Naota Nandaba, but this is not the spirited boy we remember…for he is dead and only a shell left in its place.
Sometimes I think about just ending my life…but why should I suffer? It's their fault not mine. She left because of them not me! I'll make them pay.
Naota Nandaba stands up in the dark room while slipping the bloody blade into his loose jean pockets and grabbed a familiar Rickenbacker.
He walked a few steps opening up a door and shutting it behind him.
Room
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It suits me
scene change
A cold breeze filled the air, a cold breeze left unfelt by the sleeping citizens of Mabase. Unfelt by all but Naota Nandaba. This is that same bridge, the bridge where me and Mamimi would go. The bridge seemed desolate and cold without her presence and at the time Naota felt the same as the bridge used and forgotten.
Now the more Naota thought about it the more he despised her. That's all i was to her! A unworthy substitution like a cheap wine dressed up to be fine. Tasaku...how i've came to hate your name. You abandoned me when i needed you most.
Naota hand was know gripping the bloody blade in his pant pocket.
"They shall pay. they will all pay"!
Naota Nandaba had never noticed how quiet the house was in the middle of night until now, even with all the restless nights hoping she would return somehow. As the years past and high school came and passed and he forgot how to sleep and his love that was so eternal and one sided soon turned into a perpetual hate.
He was jealous of his father, he was jealous of Atomsk and he was jealous to the stars who took her away into their deep abyss. And even now he would stare at a wall hate in his eyes and longing in his soul and try to will her voice back to life.
Hello father. I've been waiting for this day. Naota walked to the side of the bed looking down a discarded Hustler magazine lay. I saw the way she used to look at you! She never wanted me. She would have taken you over me anyday...you took her from me!
With tears in his eyes he whispered to his father "Wake up dad" Kamon Nandaba opened his eyes looked over at his son with a confused expression. "Naot-" The guitar came down spilling his father's blood onto the bedsheets.
Naota stood over his helpless father then at her Rickenbacker. The blue hue of the body covered with blood.
How i've come to hate this thing... sitting in a corner staring at me and next i see her plucking the strings laughing at me "You're the one i saw first Takkun"...a lie! it was all a lie.
Naota came back to reality he dragged his father into his old room and placing him on the bottom bunk. He carefully tied his father to the bedposts with the sheets. He looked around the room
"You're the one i saw first"
He pulled the blade from his pocket.
"Now father you will endure my pain".
Yep. I'll update soon. read review and tell me how it is
Ta19