"Naota! Mail!"

I grunt. It's just another stupid magazine from Mamimi, I know it. That's all the mail I get now. 'Hey Naota, GUESS WHAT! You got another crap letter from me saying how much I DON'T miss you and your brother, plus how much just LOVE being so friggin' far away from you; this letter is probably a year late! YEAH! THAT'S RIGHT! I'm in America too! Your Brother is gone and now SO AM I!' Gah.

I place HER guitar back on the bed and make my way down the steps to the living room. I can't stand anywhere now. I wish every one would just go away. Just leave me to my room.

Ninamori never talks to me anymore; she thinks I have 'issues'. Yeah, I have 'issues', my head is STILL empty, my brother RAN away to America and now Mamimi did too, AND, to top it ALL off, SHE got up and left as well. It's been 5 years, 5 YEARS, and SHE STILL hasn't come back. Like I WANT her to.

"Naota, come on," dad calls, waving the small package like a landing flag. "Come and get it." I snatch away the package. "Now Naota, don't be so cranky, Monkey Sensei says not to be so testy."  I grunt again.

"It's heavy," I say examining the small parcel. It's like a weight is in it. I slowly unwrap the tight tape incasing the small bundle. I carefully open the taps holding the top in place, exposing the condense on the package.

"Looks like a note attacked to a single link of a large chain," Dad cooed over my shoulder. I push him away and tare off the note.

"Goodbye"

I rip it to pieces and race up stairs. I know who it's from. There's only one person who hasn't said goodbye…

I burst threw the door and slam on the bed, my head in my hands. The package, still only half open, sits on the corner of the bed. The sour drink I was sipping less then five minutes before is now on the floor, spilling the rest of its fluid onto the carpet. I don't get up. I grab up Haruko's guitar, just to cradle it in my arms. I can't remember the last time I used, even thought her name. Maybe now that I know I will never see her again…I can let go, just I have for every one else who has left me.

I look to the small gift, the last thing I have from her. I grab it, about to throw to the wall, and watch it smash into a million pieces. I stop, swearing I felt it pulse. I slowly lower it and gaze into the small opening I made. The small chain rattles in its place. It bounces wildly in its tiny box. In surprise I drop it to the pop-soaked ground.

That's when I hear it. The roar of a moped's motor…

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Well that was my first try at a FLCL fic, please review…maybe 10? 15? I wont go on until I get at LEAST 10, it might be mean, but a friend of mine got like 30 that's more then any of my fics…just review please.