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This MAY contain spoilers somewhere. I don't know where but you know. Somewhere there might be something so reader beware.
Naota has only been on one bike faster than his own. He would speed around town just because he could. Nearly six years older and more of a man – in his opinion, he didn't have much going on in his life.
He never forgot about her.
Haruko was almost always on his mind since she left. When he was sleeping he was dreaming about her. When he wasn't dreaming about her he simply didn't dream. Those are the mornings, he would wake and tingling sensations would course through his body. Not that he noticed. It came so natural, thinking about her day and night.
So it wasn't out of the ordinary for him to pull into his driveway next to the bright yellow vespa. It hadn't been there that morning but it was always in his mind.
It was pretty late so instead of going to his room he dumped his helmet and gloves in the hall and made his way into the dinning room.
It was completely normal to walk in on his father and grandfather eating dinner.
And of course. Haruko sat between them stuffing her face. Naota hadn't seen Haruko in five long years but she looked exactly as he remembered. Amazingly green eyes and violent pink hair and …
"Beautiful." Naota mumbled absentmindedly.
"What are you talking about?" Kamon asked over his bowl.
"Hurry up and sit down." His now terribly old and grumpy grandfather shouted.
"Yo!" Haruko said dropping an amazing amount of noodles down her front.
Talk about a shit-load of deja-vu.
Without question for once Naota broke theeverlasting chain of repeats anddid as he was told and sat across from the woman frantically picking noodles off her shirt. "You've grown your hair out TaKun." She said smiling.
It was true Naota had allowed his hair to grown down his back but he made no sign to show it.
"Its too damn wild if you ask me," Naota's father shouted across the table "You need to hack it off." Before he finished his sentence Kamon received a face full of rice, curtsey of old Shigekuni.
"It's just as long as yours asshole." He growled.
"No it's longer!"
"I like it on you." Haruko reached across the table and brushed a few strands out of his face.
"Better than before, yes?" Kamon slithered around the table and pressed his body against Haruko "Furi Kuri porcupine before, yes?"
"Porcupines cant screw can they TaKun?" The words just escaped Haruko's lips when Kamon leapt at her shouting "Haruko's not a porcupine!" only to have his face crushed into her guitar.
Naota didn't want to hear anymore. He stood and made a near silent exit, tripping over the fat Miyu-Miyu who refused to move out of the doorway.
In his room he sprawled across the bottom bunk of the double bed and kicked off his shoes. His mind was only just beginning to register that Haruko had returned when the door slid open.
"I told you before," Naota said not looking at the intruder "Ask before you come in." Haruko dropped her guitar, leaned over him and spoke in a breathy voice.
"That was when you were in that always-masturbating phase. Don't tell me your still doing that?"
Instead of answering Naota turned on his side with his back to her.
"How old are you now? Why don't you move out of your dads house TaKun?"
"Not an adult yet." He said simply. He felt her lay down next to him. At one time her doing this would have made him move away from her but at the moment her hands on him felt good.
"Why did you come back?" That question was nagging Naota so he finally asked.
There was a long silence like she was thinking up an answer good enough.
"I'm here to make you a man TaKun."
"Tell me the truth." Naota sounded more grown up even though his cheeks were burning red.
She crawled over his shoulder and spoke softly into his ear.
"He's back. I need you TaKun." Haruko twirled a lock of his hair around a finger "He's gotten a thing for this planet. I've gotten a thing for something here too."
When Naota said nothing she got up and climbed into the top bunk.
It was hours before she said anything else. Naota was sure she was sleeping when she said it.
"I wasn't lying to you Naota. I'm going to make you a man. My man."
Those were the last words he heard before drifting off.
I suppose this is a short chapter but you know. Its all about the typing and if you know me, you know how lazy I am.
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