No Place But Home
Chapter 2
Iso. that's what we called her.
The girl with the jacket across the street. the girl that laid on the bread shops doorstep. the girl that my father had fallen over when he came out.
He said we needed another maid. Oddly enough, Ojiisan agreed.
Within less than a week, she had become the idle in my father's eyes, as well as my grandfathers. She wasn't like Haruko though. She didn't tease anyone with the thought of showing some leg. She was more the silent type, trying to fit in and acting goofy from time to time, always offering me one of her candy cigarettes.
She had shown up on my birthday without a name. I had a lizard once. everyone called him T Bone, but I always thought he was a female, so I would call her Iso. Maybe that's what led me to call her that.
She would always sit on the top bunk, plucking her guitar strings, humming something.
"What are you doing up there?" I asked one time after she gave me a fright.
"Fixing it."
"Fixing what? Your guitar?" I sat in my computer chair.
"Yeah. Niya? What's this?"
"What?"
"Oh, nothing."
Ojiisan came in. He carried a big package.
"Iisan, you have a package."
"Oh, cool, it's here. Finally-" She jumped off the bed with the grace of a cat. Her feline-like eyes sparkled, and Ojiisan shut the door.
I leaned over. "What is it?"
The red head ripped the package open, and threw the Styrofoam confetti all over the room. And out she pulled a.
"BaZooKa!" she said, pronouncing each letter louder than the last. She pointed it at me. "Aflack!"
I screamed. "Don't point that thing at me!" and I threw myself on the floor.
"Don't worry," she said, patting her new toy fondly. "It's not loaded. Not yet." She rewrapped it with the torn paper it had come it. "The real ammo will be here within a month. But don't worry little one. I'll protect you!" And she cackled insanely. kind of like. Haruko?
That night, she told me something. I never thought I'd understand it.
Never look away from what's in front of you, Skywalker
For it's all around you and you can't escape the footprints you've lain behind you or the ones you are destined to make. Remember and heed these words, Skywalker.
She called me Skywalker.
She may have just been using that name just for fun. but.
My mom was an old fashion Star Wars fan. She had even given me a toy light saber when I was really young. It's still around, probably in the bowels of my closet.
I went to school riding the Vespa again. She had polished it. I don't want her touching it.
My mom.. Now that I think of her, I remember more of her silly antics, but more of her yelling, and my dad shouting while she held me. A bit like Haruko, while Iso was also the same. But their eyes. all of them. Mother, Haruko, and Iso. they all had the same eyes. Each were different and similar in the basics.
Weeks later, when I entered the bakery, boxes, everywhere. Boxes of all different sizes. And crates. In a big circle, while in the middle, sat Iso, talking with another. No, two, wait, more.
Different voices. Mostly male voices. I scratched behind my left ear, where another horn had sprouted. The bandages curled under my fingernails.
Head count: four, including Iso.
"They call ya what?"
"Iso. Why? What's so wrong with that?"
"Because it means. Ouch. What? What did I do, huh Kouno?"
"Urusai yo! We all know what an iso is. What's wrong with calling her Iso?" The white haired boy tightened his grip on his laptop. Ember eyes flashed my way. "Oni. I mean 'Iso', I think your friend is back."
He jammed his thumb in my direction, and two other boys, one wearing a red shirt with golden lettering on it and a crown, with "King Me" on it, bluish gray baggy pants, and the other quit shorter than I, wearing a dark purple gray kimono top with black pants. The taller and older one had spiky brown hair, while the shorter one had black, mild hair, though his bangs were more eccentric.
They all looked at me for a while, studying me. Finally, Iso, or Oni- whatever, said, "Hey! Wazzup Naota. Wanna meet ma' friends?"
~ ~ ~
And so the second chapter. I still don't know about the theme though. You guys are surely FLCL fans, but I don't know about DGM (digimon) fans. Please tell me if you are. If not, a change of plans I guess.
Anyway, thank you for your reviews. I was really bored, but then I wrote this after I read them. So to you who reviewed I say 'domo arigato gozaimasu!' This chapter was a bit off, random wise. I hope I didn't disappoint you guys. Cheers.
~OniHime
Chapter 2
Iso. that's what we called her.
The girl with the jacket across the street. the girl that laid on the bread shops doorstep. the girl that my father had fallen over when he came out.
He said we needed another maid. Oddly enough, Ojiisan agreed.
Within less than a week, she had become the idle in my father's eyes, as well as my grandfathers. She wasn't like Haruko though. She didn't tease anyone with the thought of showing some leg. She was more the silent type, trying to fit in and acting goofy from time to time, always offering me one of her candy cigarettes.
She had shown up on my birthday without a name. I had a lizard once. everyone called him T Bone, but I always thought he was a female, so I would call her Iso. Maybe that's what led me to call her that.
She would always sit on the top bunk, plucking her guitar strings, humming something.
"What are you doing up there?" I asked one time after she gave me a fright.
"Fixing it."
"Fixing what? Your guitar?" I sat in my computer chair.
"Yeah. Niya? What's this?"
"What?"
"Oh, nothing."
Ojiisan came in. He carried a big package.
"Iisan, you have a package."
"Oh, cool, it's here. Finally-" She jumped off the bed with the grace of a cat. Her feline-like eyes sparkled, and Ojiisan shut the door.
I leaned over. "What is it?"
The red head ripped the package open, and threw the Styrofoam confetti all over the room. And out she pulled a.
"BaZooKa!" she said, pronouncing each letter louder than the last. She pointed it at me. "Aflack!"
I screamed. "Don't point that thing at me!" and I threw myself on the floor.
"Don't worry," she said, patting her new toy fondly. "It's not loaded. Not yet." She rewrapped it with the torn paper it had come it. "The real ammo will be here within a month. But don't worry little one. I'll protect you!" And she cackled insanely. kind of like. Haruko?
That night, she told me something. I never thought I'd understand it.
Never look away from what's in front of you, Skywalker
For it's all around you and you can't escape the footprints you've lain behind you or the ones you are destined to make. Remember and heed these words, Skywalker.
She called me Skywalker.
She may have just been using that name just for fun. but.
My mom was an old fashion Star Wars fan. She had even given me a toy light saber when I was really young. It's still around, probably in the bowels of my closet.
I went to school riding the Vespa again. She had polished it. I don't want her touching it.
My mom.. Now that I think of her, I remember more of her silly antics, but more of her yelling, and my dad shouting while she held me. A bit like Haruko, while Iso was also the same. But their eyes. all of them. Mother, Haruko, and Iso. they all had the same eyes. Each were different and similar in the basics.
Weeks later, when I entered the bakery, boxes, everywhere. Boxes of all different sizes. And crates. In a big circle, while in the middle, sat Iso, talking with another. No, two, wait, more.
Different voices. Mostly male voices. I scratched behind my left ear, where another horn had sprouted. The bandages curled under my fingernails.
Head count: four, including Iso.
"They call ya what?"
"Iso. Why? What's so wrong with that?"
"Because it means. Ouch. What? What did I do, huh Kouno?"
"Urusai yo! We all know what an iso is. What's wrong with calling her Iso?" The white haired boy tightened his grip on his laptop. Ember eyes flashed my way. "Oni. I mean 'Iso', I think your friend is back."
He jammed his thumb in my direction, and two other boys, one wearing a red shirt with golden lettering on it and a crown, with "King Me" on it, bluish gray baggy pants, and the other quit shorter than I, wearing a dark purple gray kimono top with black pants. The taller and older one had spiky brown hair, while the shorter one had black, mild hair, though his bangs were more eccentric.
They all looked at me for a while, studying me. Finally, Iso, or Oni- whatever, said, "Hey! Wazzup Naota. Wanna meet ma' friends?"
~ ~ ~
And so the second chapter. I still don't know about the theme though. You guys are surely FLCL fans, but I don't know about DGM (digimon) fans. Please tell me if you are. If not, a change of plans I guess.
Anyway, thank you for your reviews. I was really bored, but then I wrote this after I read them. So to you who reviewed I say 'domo arigato gozaimasu!' This chapter was a bit off, random wise. I hope I didn't disappoint you guys. Cheers.
~OniHime