Alrighty. This is my third fanfic on this account, and it's Mako-chan centered! There's
not enough of those out there, so I'll write one. It is very possible that I may mess some
things up about her personality (I'm way too used to writing Usa-chan centered stories),
but hey. This IS an AU, so anything goes. The song used at the beginning of this chapter
is mine, and I'm really sorry that it sucks so badly / . \ ; If anyone can write better songs
than that, then please tell me! If it turns out to be better than mine (which it more than
likely will), then I'll use that one in stead. Now there MAY be some cussing, but I'm
covering that with the first letter than some asterisks (*), or I'll use the milder substitutes.
So, let's get it started.
c/' blahblahblah c/' = song
" blahblahblah " = speech
' blahblahblah ' = thought
* A/N: blahblahblah* = author's note
^story begin^
c/'
I hope you like were your going
'Cause you're going there alone
It ain't pretty, no
But it's gonna be your new home
You may change your mind now
But I'm leavin' you behind
Gotta get you outta my mind
Yeah you're gonna stay behind now
'Cause I just don't give a s***!
c/'
Makoto played the last chord forcefully, and succeeded in breaking her pick. She
cursed under her breath, and looked up at the rest of the band. She pulled her brown hair
(with green tips) behind her ear, out of habit, and became annoyed as it fell out of its
arrangement. 'Having cheekbone length hair bites,' she couldn't help but think then.
She heard some chuckling, and turned, her gaze resting on one of her only good friends,
Haruka (or Haru-ko as she was called by Hotaru). Her friend was currently laughing, her
boyish cut hair bouncing slightly. Her blue eyes were sparkling with mirth, and she was
wearing her usual cocky smile. She was leaning lightly on her prized bass, and her
clothing hung from her lean frame very loosely.
Right about then, Haruka was looking a lot like a guy, and Makoto could start to see
what caused some girls to think Haruka to be one. Haruka finally stopped laughing and
spoke up, "My goodness, Koto-chan, you really have GOT to find a boyfriend that last's
for more than a few weeks! We have enough break up songs to make three CDs already!"
Makoto gave her a glare and turned to the drummer. Hotaru was currently sitting back
and playing an imaginary drum. Her glossy black hair was tucked behind her ears, and
her violet eyes were closed. "Hm, I dunno, Haru-ko," she began, "I particularly like this
one, tho' ya could ease up on the cussing, Koto-chan,"
Makoto grinned, and her emerald eyes flashed with mischief. "But Taru-ko," she said in
a very fake whiney voice, "All those things are true about him tho'!" Hotaru snorted, then
thought it over. 'Hm, I guess she's right... who'd have known that there were that many
words to describe someone like him,'
"Well," Makoto managed to yawn out, while putting her dark green e-guitar in its case,
"I'll be going home now. We still gonna skip school to practice?" After hearing a 'yes'
from both of her friends, she grinned and walked out.
As she walked to her home, she thought about her friends a lot. Haruka was a tomboy
punk, who had ladies drooling all over her. She was defiantly the best bassist she knew,
with long, sinewy fingers. She was also Makoto's first friend, and helped her through her
transition to the 'punk' that she now was.
Hotaru, however, was a supposed 'Goth'. She had long, glossy black hair, violet eyes,
and overly pale skin. She usually dressed in black dress pants and t-shirts. She WAS very
fragile, but no one in all of Tokyo could drum as good as her.
They didn't act as bad as everyone thought, often helping out younger kids and donating
old things to charity, but the way they looked made them seem hardcore. People really
were shallow these days.
Makoto shifted her guitar from one hand to the other, and opened the door to her house.
As she entered the living room, she found her father looking grave and her mother
slightly sad. She knew it must have been about her, for she had often walked home to this
sort of scene after trouble in school.
She put down her guitar and plopped down next to her father. He turned to her,
"Makoto," he began, unsure, "I've tried my best to get you more motivated for school,
even tutoring lessons, as you well know, apparently. Your grades have dropped far too
low for me to accept, and I have to say I'm not happy.
Your mother and I have decided it to be best to live with your cousin, Madra, for a
while. She may prove to be a good example for you," Makoto shrugged, not really
interested in this conversation.
"So, where does she live? Osaka? The other side of Tokyo?" Her mother bit her lip,
"Sweetie? She lives in a small town called Ajax... in Canada,"
Makoto's eyes shot wide open, and she leaned forward on the couch, "CANADA?!"
^story end^
So, how was it?
-ImaginarilyMentalPunk
not enough of those out there, so I'll write one. It is very possible that I may mess some
things up about her personality (I'm way too used to writing Usa-chan centered stories),
but hey. This IS an AU, so anything goes. The song used at the beginning of this chapter
is mine, and I'm really sorry that it sucks so badly / . \ ; If anyone can write better songs
than that, then please tell me! If it turns out to be better than mine (which it more than
likely will), then I'll use that one in stead. Now there MAY be some cussing, but I'm
covering that with the first letter than some asterisks (*), or I'll use the milder substitutes.
So, let's get it started.
c/' blahblahblah c/' = song
" blahblahblah " = speech
' blahblahblah ' = thought
* A/N: blahblahblah* = author's note
^story begin^
c/'
I hope you like were your going
'Cause you're going there alone
It ain't pretty, no
But it's gonna be your new home
You may change your mind now
But I'm leavin' you behind
Gotta get you outta my mind
Yeah you're gonna stay behind now
'Cause I just don't give a s***!
c/'
Makoto played the last chord forcefully, and succeeded in breaking her pick. She
cursed under her breath, and looked up at the rest of the band. She pulled her brown hair
(with green tips) behind her ear, out of habit, and became annoyed as it fell out of its
arrangement. 'Having cheekbone length hair bites,' she couldn't help but think then.
She heard some chuckling, and turned, her gaze resting on one of her only good friends,
Haruka (or Haru-ko as she was called by Hotaru). Her friend was currently laughing, her
boyish cut hair bouncing slightly. Her blue eyes were sparkling with mirth, and she was
wearing her usual cocky smile. She was leaning lightly on her prized bass, and her
clothing hung from her lean frame very loosely.
Right about then, Haruka was looking a lot like a guy, and Makoto could start to see
what caused some girls to think Haruka to be one. Haruka finally stopped laughing and
spoke up, "My goodness, Koto-chan, you really have GOT to find a boyfriend that last's
for more than a few weeks! We have enough break up songs to make three CDs already!"
Makoto gave her a glare and turned to the drummer. Hotaru was currently sitting back
and playing an imaginary drum. Her glossy black hair was tucked behind her ears, and
her violet eyes were closed. "Hm, I dunno, Haru-ko," she began, "I particularly like this
one, tho' ya could ease up on the cussing, Koto-chan,"
Makoto grinned, and her emerald eyes flashed with mischief. "But Taru-ko," she said in
a very fake whiney voice, "All those things are true about him tho'!" Hotaru snorted, then
thought it over. 'Hm, I guess she's right... who'd have known that there were that many
words to describe someone like him,'
"Well," Makoto managed to yawn out, while putting her dark green e-guitar in its case,
"I'll be going home now. We still gonna skip school to practice?" After hearing a 'yes'
from both of her friends, she grinned and walked out.
As she walked to her home, she thought about her friends a lot. Haruka was a tomboy
punk, who had ladies drooling all over her. She was defiantly the best bassist she knew,
with long, sinewy fingers. She was also Makoto's first friend, and helped her through her
transition to the 'punk' that she now was.
Hotaru, however, was a supposed 'Goth'. She had long, glossy black hair, violet eyes,
and overly pale skin. She usually dressed in black dress pants and t-shirts. She WAS very
fragile, but no one in all of Tokyo could drum as good as her.
They didn't act as bad as everyone thought, often helping out younger kids and donating
old things to charity, but the way they looked made them seem hardcore. People really
were shallow these days.
Makoto shifted her guitar from one hand to the other, and opened the door to her house.
As she entered the living room, she found her father looking grave and her mother
slightly sad. She knew it must have been about her, for she had often walked home to this
sort of scene after trouble in school.
She put down her guitar and plopped down next to her father. He turned to her,
"Makoto," he began, unsure, "I've tried my best to get you more motivated for school,
even tutoring lessons, as you well know, apparently. Your grades have dropped far too
low for me to accept, and I have to say I'm not happy.
Your mother and I have decided it to be best to live with your cousin, Madra, for a
while. She may prove to be a good example for you," Makoto shrugged, not really
interested in this conversation.
"So, where does she live? Osaka? The other side of Tokyo?" Her mother bit her lip,
"Sweetie? She lives in a small town called Ajax... in Canada,"
Makoto's eyes shot wide open, and she leaned forward on the couch, "CANADA?!"
^story end^
So, how was it?
-ImaginarilyMentalPunk