I'm getting farther from the original series as it goes and its getting tough. I have to be pretty creative and I have little to use from the original series so I'm making most of it up as I go. First few chapters were easier…
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With a painful thud Naota fell on the floor, bottom first.
I'm out……
Looking around he saw he was in another square looking room but this one had a clear and unblocked exit. Above him Naota saw what he believed to be have been his prison and from underneath he could tell he had been right presuming that it was a cube shaped room.
To him it almost looked like a large glass cube just suspended about 10 feet up in the air. Naota was thankful that the white walls could not be seen from the outside at that point; he never wanted to look at the color again.
Nor could he waste time looking at it, he had to get out while he still had the chance. He took a quick looked at F.O. on his shoulder, somehow he had gotten him out, or at least he suspected it was a HE and not a she. He had never really had the time to check.
His possessions were conveniently stored near by; everything he had brought was there minus his bike and guitar. Grabbing his jacket and swinging his bag over his shoulder he started running out through the only exit in the room which came out into a hallway that stretched as far as he could see. He ran down until he was gasping for air but he still didn't see then end, he turned back and went down another hallway that he had passed, no longer running because he was simply too tired.
He walked down this hallway for what seemed miles then turned into a different one, he was disoriented again and had no idea of where he was going, the only positive sides to his situation was that he was still out of the white room and that thus far the halls had been deserted.
He sat against the hallway wall, taking a second to rest and figure out what he was going to do.
Wonderful… I'm no closer to getting out of this place than when I was in that room……
Think, how do I find a way out?
Haruko…………
It was F.O. again, nipping at his ear for attention, realizing he had it after getting a rather annoyed stare from Naota; F.O. proceeded in flying off down a hallway, making it clear Naota was supposed to follow. Wasting no time Naota ran after the orange bird, having gotten him out once he could trust the bird to do so again, even if his brain was the size of a nut.
The bird turned again and again down dozens of hallway leading Naota in what he thought was circles, not that he could tell since all the halls looked the same to him. Then he hit it, he ran straight into a door after rounding a corner, he stumbled back a bit but he was too happy about finally making some progress to snap at F.O. for not giving him a warning. F.O again returned to his shoulder and assumed his bird like posture and jerky head movements. To the left of the door were his guitar and an assortment of other weapons, some he found to look ridiculously strange and only assumed them to be weapons since most of the others plainly were. Grabbing his guitar we went for the door….. "Click click"… of course it was just his luck it was locked. Naota briefly looked to F.O. for some response, but the bird seemed to be conveniently not paying attention and avoided Naota's eyes.
"Fair enough, I can do at least something things by myself…"
Haruko………
There it was, the tattoo on his palm came to life, and the second glow appeared on the back of his hand. With one strike he leveled the door. Eager to see what was on the side he was met with two dumbfounded looks from some rather sleepy looking guards, who had been idly sitting on the other side.
There was a few seconds were no one moved… it just seemed like a bad idea at the time and Naota briefly entertained the idea that if he just slipped back through the crushed door they wouldn't notice him. One of them twitched and gave his companion a glance, which was all it took. Naota jumped bringing his guitar into the gut of the seated man, breaking the chair under him. Turning to the other who has taken up his guitar he rushed this one as well. As he came his enemy swung his guitar wildly at him, trying to give himself some space. Not that it worked; catching the guitar with his hand he yanked it out of his opponents grasp and gave him a sold hit to the side of his head with his Rickenbacker.
Dropping the orange guitar he continued down the hall on the other side of the door, but this one was different, he could hear voices and it was obvious these were not deserted like the previous halls. Also the disorientation he had in the other halls was gone; he felt like he knew where he was going now. Slipping down one hall then making a right and continuing a good distance down that he was careful to not make any noise and avoid any more contact with his captors. Hearing a sound behind him he quickly rounded another corner to avoid being seen.
"Um…. Shit….."
He found exactly what he had hoped to find and what he had not hoped to find at the same time. Here was a huge mechanical looking door that might as well have had big text on it saying "This is the way out!" With Vespas parked on the sides, among them was his bike. Yet also in between him and the door was a good dozen more guards, among them that captain… the one with the beat.
Stern faced the captain spoke first, "I don't know how you got out of the whiteout room, or even out you made it through the labyrinth…. But this is as far as you go."
Naota wasn't listening, nor did he care about what he had to say. Energized by the sight of the door the glow on his hand glowed brighter and he lunged wildly at the one closest guard to him, taking the hit on his exposed arm the guard sunk to the ground grasping his trashed arm. Before the guard had even finished falling to his knees Naota was moving towards the next one with lightning speed catching this one cleanly between the legs with an uppercut. Naota heard someone whisper "Man…. That was just low…." But he didn't care he moved onto the next one. He tried to block but Naota battered the guitar away and gave him a hard blow to his now exposed stomach. He had gotten three, but as he turned his eyes to the next he saw that the rest had grouped together and were prepared for him.
And to his horror as he started moving towards the formation that stood between him and the door a slow and steady beat began... Naota knew that among those in front of him was the captain playing his guitar.
He refused to let it slow him down, he swung wildly forcing all those around him to step back, and those caught by his swung didn't get back up. He could feel his foot starting to tap incessantly to that beat, but he kept going. Bring his guitar in a high arc over his head he brought it down hard on ones shoulder. Then twisting to his right he brought his guitar around in a one handed swing that gave him the reach to catch another in the jaw.
Can't let it slow me down………
He kept moving towards the source of the sound but as time went on he became sluggish, and his body became less willing to obey as the beat settled in. One jumped, his guitar raised to strike Naota on his exposed back, although it should have been simple to avoid Naota found that his feet wouldn't move, so instead he ducked just narrowly avoiding the attack.
I'm gonna go back … back into that room if this keeps up
The beat was picking up now, the captain was getting impatient and Naota could see why, he was close to him now, backed against the door maybe only 15 feet away was the captain playing faster and faster trying to disable Naota completely.
But as with the sight of the door the sight of his target energized him, so instead of resisting the beat he moved with it. Rhythmically Naota moved closer with a series of strokes, dodging and blocking, jumping and spinning all to the beat. He was closer, the beat again started going faster but all it served was to increase Naota's own speed as he just moved faster towards the captain as those in his way took a wonderfully colored blue bass to the face. Then he was there in front of the captain, he raised his guitar and desperately his opponent played faster until his strings began snapping from the strain. Naota brought his guitar down and took out both the door and the captain in one swing.
He didn't waste anymore time, he could hear alarms, bells, and the sound of boots against the slick hallway floors. Jumping on his bike he flew off without checking if there was still anyone behind him. He accelerated, going faster and faster, he took a brief look back at the place he had been kept in and realized why he had such a problem finding his way. To him it looked like a bunch of tangles pipes floating in space and finding your way through them was obviously impossible…. yet not for a bird it seemed.
He was back to his journey now, he had hardly done anything except get caught in space and he already had enemies….
"well…. I got to talk to aliens' right? Ya…. Talking is overrated……"
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At least he got out in this chapter right? Making everything up as you go yet basing it around another story has difficulties I had not for seen. At the same time I have to try to do the original show some justice right? Seems to be shaping up into something other than Fooly Cooly sometimes…. I have to get back on track.
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