Hey, this is my first Fan Fiction, I don't promise it to be the best but I do promise it to be good.
Summary: Naota has dealt with Haruko leaving, he had dealt with such, though what had happened after, to his brother to his family, where was his life headed?
Warning: This is a very long story, or I plan it to be, depending on how long I stay in this writing mood of mine.
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The flicking of the string of a Les Paul guitar, a sad tune that seemed to be played poorly, but with obvious sentimental value to it, the boy looked down at his guitar as he plucked it. It had been years since he had met the woman he had known as Haruko, yet remembered her every day, as well as Mamimi. He was now the only one still living in his house, his grandpa passing away and his father moving out to a different one, leaving his son the old house. The room was decorated in band posters, what could be seen was 'The Pillows' a popular band in Japan, he knew there songs well. The other was 'Red Hot Chili Peppers' while he had never heard of them, Haruko had said something about them one time and it was his only thing to remember her by. Looking up as the sun set, he had not slept that entire day, today was when he would escape from his small reality of a town. Hand grabbing a pair of keys he would walk outside to a Blue Vespa. He felt the early morning fog hit his face as the breeze felt relaxing to him, like he was in some sort of sick limbo, reminding him of how he wanted to leave this ordinary town.
Putting the keys into the ignition of the Blue Vespa, he'd drive off into the streets of the town. 'I always figured I'd die in this town from suicide, though maybe this is what I need, maybe I need to forget Haruko, forget Mamimi and eventually, forget Ninamori.' He thought to himself, as he pulled into a gas station, a few feet from the interstate, the last stop before his dads house, where he would pick up his old guitar, the only thing he needed besides the yen in his pocket. Seeing a Bright Red Murcielago he would roll his eyes, Ninamori was there. Stepping off the Vespa and putting his helmet to the side of the Handle bar he would walk into the gas station. Eyes looked around as he saw Ninamori in the back looking for what seemed to be candy, he himself would move over to the drinks, grabbing a small can of a bitter liquid. As the boy walked to the counter the man would calmly ring it up, not saying a word, obviously tired, it was still only 6:15, atleast thats what the time said off to the corner of the morning news. He'd calmly walk out, opening the canned liquid and taking a small drink of it, before throwing it away. Putting his helmet back on his head he'd buckle in the strap before hearing, "Where are you going?" It was Ninamori, damn. "Somewhere away from here." He said calmly as the girl frowned. "Would you have said goodbye if I didn't stop you? Obviously not." Naota looked at her and would calmly say, "What do you want me to say? Thanks for being there the few days I was at school?" He said coldly. "You'll always be the same, you've acted like that since you were 12." She said, before walking over to him, giving him a light kiss on the cheek and walking to her car. Naota was surprised, through his face though it seemed like he didn't care, they both knew better then to think he didn't.
Ninamori and Naota never got as close as Ninamori tried for them to be, Naota never liked risking relationships with girls, not after Haruko and Mamimi, surprisingly enough, it may have indeed worked out between the two. Sadly they would never know, as they went different directions down the street, the last time they'd ever see each other. As the Blue Vespa cruised through the interstate his dad lived just half a mile out of the town, and after a few minutes, he'd pull up to the small house. Getting out he would rest his helmet against the side of the Vespa, kicking out the brake stand and walking into the house. "Dad! Dad!" He yelled, no reply. This was odd, his dad always responded to him in some odd, perverse way. As he searched the house he saw nothing until he thought of the last place he could look, his room. Walking up the stairs he would calmly open up the door to the room to widen his eyes. There was his dad, sprawled across the floor, though his eyes were cloudy, his mouth agape and his face blue. This man was no longer alive. The boy however didn't cry, he stood there, emotionless, not saying a word before calmly walking over him to grab his guitar, he sat down on his bed. Strumming the strings on the guitar he had for a good 7 years now, he wondered if this was the final straw, maybe in a sick way, this was the best way to forget his past. He calmly walked over to the corpse of his father, he'd grab a picture on the table next to his best, putting it on his chest, showing a picture of the two with a peace sign up.
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End of chapter one!
This is only the very beginning, be sure to R & R!
I understand this was somewhat short but I figured going any further would give away to much and I needed something to hold you guys for chapter 2!
Sincerely,
Falmont.