Alright! This first chapter to the sequel. Naota's POV.
Don't You Know Who I Think I Am
(3 years later)
My eyes shot open. 6:02... Arrgh... Dreams are boring anyway. I
stood up and walked to the shower, careful not to wake
Ninamori, who had been sleeping next to me. She was really
pretty when she was asleep. I quickly disrobed and turned on
the water. When it was warm enough I got in. I almost
immeadiatly felt two arms wrap themselves around my shoulders.
"Hmm.." I hummed.
"So, you think you could take a shower without me." Nina
whispered in my ear. She pressed her body against mine.
"Not at all." I replied. I turned and kissed her.
"Your a crafty devil, you."
I'm usually not a fan of shower sex, but Ninamori changed that
pretty quick.
(One Hour Later)
"It's kind of weird without anything weird happening." Nina
said, walking through my room with nothing but a towel on.
"What makes you think that?" I said, pulling on some jeans.
"I don't know. It's just, after the whole Atomsk thing, life got
kinda boring again." She said walking over to my stereo.
"I know how to make it more interesting." I replied, a smile
spreading across my face.
"Geez, no more sex, you horndog. Ooh, Fall Out Boy!" She
popped in the CD and turned it to her favorite song. Track
fourteen on Infinity on High, I've Got all this Ringing in my Ears
and None on my Fingers. Our song. I grabbed her and we started
to dance.
"I love you." She stated, lying her head on my shoulder.
"I love you too." I replied. I held her for awhile after the song
ended.
"You should probably get dressed." I said letting her go.
"Your right, you get down to the guitar shop." She went over to
the closet. I was headed to buy a new guitar. So far, all my old
guitars are in the corner of my room, it's like a shrine really.
The Flying V, The X-plorer, and The Firebird. They've served
me well over the years. I grabbed my wallet, empty guitar case,
and remembered to stop by a mirrior on the way out. My looks
had changed quite a bit. I dyed my hair blonde, and grew a soul
patch, which was also dyed blonde. My hair was alot longer too,
I usually tied it into a ponytail, kinda like my dads. I felt like
walking today. I looked up at the sky. It was still pretty early,
but the shop should be open. I love days like this. More recently
I've been alot happier. Actually, since Nina moved in last year I
have actually looked forward to getting up and going to bed
everyday. She is my everything. I loved her and everything was
perfect. I sighed to myself and laughed a bit. That was
something Trane would have said... Man, I missed that guy. I
can't believe he sacrificed himself to save us. He was my best
friend till the end, no matter what he did. I walked into the
store.
"Yo Masashi!" I greeted him.
"Morning Nao." He replied.
"Bleh! Fender." I said looking at the guitars.
"What do you have against Fender?" Masashi asked.
"Your not the first person to ask that."
(Flashback)
"Man, I hate Fender." I said, pluking the strings to my Flying V.
"Why? Leo Fender was a fucking visionary." Trane replied.
"Oh really? Leo was only interested in cash, he mass produced
an instrument that needs to be hand made." I stated.
"He wasn't only interested in cash, man. He knew people wanted
guitars fast, so he made em' fast and in the best way possible.
Besides, if they were so massed produced, then why were they
so much better than Orville Gibsons designs?" Trane asked.
"Whatever." I replied.
"We're rivals now." Trane told me.
We've been rivals since you got here."
(End Flashback)
"WOAH!! A Corvus!" I hugged the guitar. "I love you Corvus! I
love you!!!"
"Uh... could you just by it?" Masashi gave me his
'your-scaring-off-customers' look.
"Sure!" I was actually suprised I had enough cash for it. I put it
in the case, said bye to Masashi, and walked out. I was getting
hungry.
"Hey kid!" A voice said to my right.
"Hmm?" I turned only to see a black axe flying at my head. I
dodged and pulled my new Corvus out of it's case. The yellow
shine gleamed in the sunlight.
"Your goin' down!" Said the leather clad psycho in a thick
british accent. He was musclebound, and he didn't have a real
axe in his hands, but an axe shaped bass guitar.
"Who in the name of Orville Gibson are you?"
"They call me Jean Simmmons."
"And what are doing in Mabase?" I asked, taking my stance.
"Killing you." Jean charged. I swung at his face. He blocked and
slid to the left, taking a swing at my legs. I jumped up. Big
mistake. He jumped and buried the axe into my stomach. I
coughed up blood and started to fall. He fell as well. I hit the
ground, and kept a tight hold on my guitar.
Jean held the bass in one hand.
"You see kid, I work for a company that trains their workers for
years before releasin' them into the world. You picked the
wrong battle." Jean said, taking a proper stance and turning up
the volume knob to max.
"Get ready to feel the bass kid!" He charged. I stood and
blocked, busting his axe in half, the symbol of Atomsk appearing
on my forehead and my hair pricking up.
"What in bloody 'ell!" Jean screamed. He turned and tried to
run. Bad move. I flew and chopped his feet out from behind him.
He landed on his back and I held the point of the Corvus against
his neck.
"Who do you work for." I asked.
"Medical Mechanica!" Jean answered, A look of fear on his
face.
"MM? Wrong answer." I swung into his stomach.
"ARGHH! Bloody sonova bitch that 'urt!!"
" Don't come around here again." My hair went back to normal. I
put the Corvus back in the case. I wondered if we had waffles
back home.
(Switch POV Mysterious MM oficials)
"It appears that Jean has been deafeated." Said a female
figure sitting in a dark room full of monitors.
"That's odd. This kid is alot tougher than we thought." Said a
male figure standing in line with 4 other figures.
"This Nabanda kid has some mad skills." Said the female
character again. "To bad we gotta kill him."
Man! I love this chapter. Naota's new look is a sort of inspired
by Kurt Cobains look. And here's a list of guitars you might need
to look up.
Fender: Cyclone, Cyclone II , Performer.
Gibson: Flying V, X-plorer, Firebird, Corvus
Do an image search on these and you should find a few good
pics. Also, just as a slight piece of info, I support Fender, but
still love Gibson. Well review! Right down there. Tell me what
you think.
