A/N: Hello!! ^-^ Um…this is a fooly cooly story, and um…I don't know what else to say, because I'm watching the anime right now (episode #5...you know, the one where they have the battle over Haruko. Yeah, that one.) Anyways, this is a really depressing story, but I think I write better about depressing things. Even though fooly cooly is crazy. The story begins when Naota-kun is seventeen.

Disclaimer: I don't own fooly cooly. _

Chapter 1

Haruko and Mamimi left me behind, here in Mabase. Nothing exciting happens here, only the ordinary. Haruko left, looking for Atomsk. Mamimi left to become a photographer. My father is an idiot, and he doesn't care. My brother Tasku went to America to play baseball.

I have runaway from home. I live under the bridge, near the river, and hardly ever attend school.

Ninamori looks down on me, and now she hates me.

I've caught myself smoking. For what reason? I don't know. I guess I've become like Mamimi. Just like when my brother left, except I don't have anyone. She needed me then, but Haruko changed everything. I should have stayed by her at all times.

I understand Mamimi now, now that it's too late.

I'm now seventeen, the age she was when everything happened. That was five years ago.

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(A/N: Change of POV here.)

Naota wasn't too happy with how he was living now. Homeless, and smoking. It was hard for him to afford anything at all.

"That's why Mamimi bought our old bread." He got very little to eat, and somehow he was able to afford cigarettes. "What am I doing?" Naota asked the river, "How did I end up like this?" The river silently moved along, giving him no answer. Naota looked down at his feet, "You're just like everyone else. You get to go new places, but I'm stuck here."

It was now dark, so Naota decided to go to sleep. He lay down on the cold hard ground, and desperately tried to go to sleep. Finally Naota rolled over on to his back, and sighed a frustrated sigh. He looked at the stars that were in the dark black sky.

He saw one particular star. One he looked at every night. A large, bright star. It flickered all the while. This star reminded him of someone, who had a huge impact on his life. He shed a single tear, which rolled down his right cheek.

"I wish someone was here for me. Anyone at all." Naota finally went to sleep after half an hour of tossing and turning on the hard ground near the river.

In his sleep he shivered. Often times, he dreamed. Happy dreams. Haruko would come back sometimes. Sometimes it was Mamimi. And others it would be his brother. Many times though, they would all come back. They would all be happy together, and everything was perfect. Naota would then get a horrible shock when he woke up, and realized that it wasn't true. That it was all a dream. This night was no different. Naota sat up after dreaming his brother had come back, and they were playing catch in the park.

It was no longer a single tear that he shed, but a whole flood of tears. He covered his face with his hands, and sat cross-legged.

"Someone," he cried in between sobs, "please come back for me."

A/N: So, what did you think. It's not too incredibly sad is it? Well, please review, and I will continue the story.