Heaven Help Us
"MM's five horsemen?" I asked Mamimi,
"Yeah, We just fought one of them." Mamimi replied.
"So that's two down. What do they want now?" I wondered aloud.
"Wait, you've already fought one of these guys?" Mamimi and Canti had run into the bakery half an hour ago, yelling about a random attack from a crazy guitarist who was trying to kill me. Well, only Mamimi was yelling. Canti was just frantically moving his arms. After me and Nina calmed them down, we brought them to our room and sat down to talk about this whole situation.
"I took one out this morning." I answered.
"What is this is all about?" Nina questioned. Suddenly we looked right at each other.
"Atomsk!" We said in usison.
'That's it! He's coming back!' Canti typed.
"But why?" Mamimi asked.
"Atomsk has picked me as his little N.O chanel again. He needs me to get back to earth, so I have to die." I answered grimly.
"We're gonna need some help, since we didn't 'permanently' take care of our little problem. Esteban isn't dead." Mamimi stated.
"Neither is Jean." I said.
"You guys are lost without me, aren't you?" Said a voice from my window.
We all turned to see the one person we least expected.
"Haruko?"
(POV Switch, Mysterious Hooded Character)
I wonder what city I'm in. There are way to many cities in Japan.
"Hand over the cash, lady!" Demanded a thug in a street alley.
"Fine, take it! Just don't hurt me!" She pleaded, hand him her purse.
"Oh, I'm not gonna hurt you." He said, pushing himself on her. It was clear what he was going to do. And it wasn't gonna happen.
"Hey fuckbag!" I said walking up behind him, guitar in hand.
"What do you wa-" I cut him off with a smack to the face. "Oh, you little fuc"
I smacked him again. Then I started hitting him with the guitar, first his right knee, then his left knee. Not hard enough to actually break them, but hard enough to make him think I did.
"AHHHH! MY LEGS!!!" He screamed. The lady walked up to me.
"Th-thank you." She stuttered.
"No problem. Do you know what city we're in?" I asked.
"Osaka." She replied.
"Thanks." I started to walked down the street. Your mine Naota, all mine.
(Naota POV)
"What do you want!" I screamed. I picked up my guitar and smashed her in the stomach.
"cough I want t-"
"You want to what! What do you want to do! You should be dead!"
"I know. I just wan-"
"WHAT!!"
"I want to apologize." Haruko said. A single tear slid down her face.
"Oh! And what am I supposed to do! Forgive you? Fat chance!" I yelled. More tears fell.
"I know. But I... I really am sorry..." She said.
"Like I'm gonna believe that! You killed Trane! I hate you, and now I'm gonna kill you!!!" I was filled with rage. I hated every fiber of her being for what she did. She was going to pay with her life. I started to run at her, but I was stopped by two arms wrapping around my waist.
"Stop it! Naota, please!" Nina begged. I stopped. I just stood there. I dropped to my knees, ashamed of myself.
"I'm so sorry.." She said again. "I know how you feel. I want him back to."
"But there isn't anything we can do, is there?"
"Actually, that's why I'm here."
I looked up, and I saw a devious smile on her face. I smiled to. She had a plan.
(Switch POV MM's Five Horsemen)
"So who's next?" I asked, swinging my chair around. No one stepped up.
"So no one wants to go?" Damn it. They had seen Haruko. They couldn't take her.
"Fine, I'll do it." I stood up.
"Wait, I'll do it, Snowene." Said George.
"Alright, just don't hurt yourself, Mr. Harrison." Hook, line, and sinker. I sat back down.
"Snowene! Snowene!" Sigh. Dammit Jean. He stormed in the room, wrapped in bandegedes.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"You can't let Ringo here get the boy before I get at 'em!"
"It's George." George corrected. I stood up and picked up my midnight blue Rickenbacker 360. I was told it matched my hair and eyes perfectly.
"Jean. You know the rules." I walked towards him. Anger entered his eyes.
"I don't give a shit. I deserve a go at the boy!"
"You got your go. And guess what, you fucked it up." I told him.
"You little bi-" I rammed my guitar into his stomach. He bent over and started spewing blood.
"No one calls me a bitch. Ever." I lifted my guitar, and swung down, snapping his neck. There was a sickening crack and a long silence.
"Get going, Mr. Harrison." I said finally.
"Yes, Miss Snowene." He left the room.
"I love that Georgie! He is so cute." I said as two security officers dragged my brother's body out the door.
(Switch POV Mysterious Hooded Charecter)
"Finally! Mabase!" I dropped to my knees and kissed the ground.
"'Scuse me sir? Do you know where I could find a Naota Nabanda?" Asked a well dressed man carrying a 360/12 Rickenbacker guitar.
"Why do you ask?" I questioned, eyeing him suspiciously through my black hoodie.
"Official Medical Mechanica buisness." He said. I sighed and pulled out my Les Paul.
"I'm sorry, but I've got to take care of you here."
"If you wish." He said, taking his stance. I charged and swung. He blocked and took his stance again.
"Your a defensive player." I stated, charging again. He blocked, and this time strummed a few chords. My right leg felt like lead.
"Sorry kid." He said. He was paralyzing parts of my body! I swung again, he blocked and strummed those chords again. Now I couldn't move either leg. Alright, time for a last ditch effort. I threw my guitar, and it hit him right in his arm.
"Arrgh!" He yelled, clutching his arm. I was able to move my legs!
"Sorry Ringo!" I yelled, grabbing my guitar running into town.
"It's George!!" He screamed back.
Your all mine Naota. All mine.
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That's good for now.
