Vicious One
My ABC's
A-Anarchy B-Bombs C-Counseling The ABC's of Vicious One
Disclaimer: This will be my disclaimer: only greedy producers would sue a person over writing a story of fan fiction.
Some Stuff
Vicious One: I like shoujo ai and yuri since I do there will most likely be bishoujo in this story, so if you do not like F/F relationships then I advise you to voice your opinion in reviews, but I can almost guarantee shoujo ai. I hate yaoi so you can forget me ever writing that get over it, no I have no prejudice I just dislike it.
Recommendations: Nephthys Jeckel is good for gore, blood, and all around badass stories, such as Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhees, and some Hell Raiser, Squall888 for Final Fantasy stories and some more fictions. Ryoko Zero for very good yuri fan fictions, some you may like yuri some you may not.
"__" Talking '__' Thinking
Chapter 2: Everything Dies
"Taaakkkuuunnn, what you doing?" Naota stared at the outline in the dark, he could smell tobacco and smoke coming from where the being stood. "C'mon ta-kun you can tell me what's wrong," the outline came closer to the standing Naota, the younger Naota he was 12, dressed in his hoodie, and shorts. The outline finally came close enough for Naota to know who it was.
"Mamimi..." Naota shot awake, he had fallen asleep under the bridge where he sat. 'The mind wants what it can not have, typical, I guess I should walk home,' with that Naota stood, threw his scarf back around his shoulders, and then stopped suddenly. 'Smoke...' Naota turned his head just enough to examine the surrounding area '...of course smoke, it is me who smells like it.' Naota faced forward and took a cig out of his pack before he started toward his house. He examined the cancer stick 'white, deadly, small, and yet fragile kind of like Mamimi, that is enough' with that thought he broke the cigarette and dropped it onto the sidewalk.
"Not wise to waste things, kid," a cat like voice spoke from the shadows. Naota perked his ears toward the voice and then turned to face it, but like the times before there was nothing there.
Naota almost walked past his house as he was deep in thought 'why do I even bother to waste my time looking, they are gone, for good, not returning, though their voices are unmistakable...stop contemplating this idiocy,' Naota shuffled up to his front door and turned the knob before he pushed it open.
He still lived at the bakery but not near as many customers came by anymore the way his dad paid for the place was anytime the companies wanted money Kamon would threaten them with Naota, needless to say this worked as he always seemed to get an extension on payment or not have to that month.
Naota walked into the house and pulled the door shut behind him, had his grandpa still been alive he would have started complaining about how loud Naota was being, but since he wasn't he couldn't. Supposedly Naota's grandpa, Shigekuni, fell from the roof of the bakery when only Kamon was around Naota known different but really didn't care. He had heard Kamon and Shigekuni arguing about which fooly cooly was better, and it sounded like his dad had enough of the old man's ranting. Kamon finally got the bakery to himself and Naota didn't have to stand anymore complaining.
Naota quietly walked upstairs to his room, his dad had passed out on the couch from drinking, and Naota could hear Kamon's snoring coming from the living room along with some static from the television.
Naota pushed his bedroom door open with his foot as his continued to watch the floor. He closed his door shut again with his left foot and walked over to his window. 'Full moon tonight, Shigekuni always said the kooks and crazies come out on full moons, no one goes out at night here, not anymore...' as Naota thought he examined his left hand in wonder of how his five fingers changed, his hand became black and the finger nails became sharp claws 'the power of what I could do, if I destroyed it all then nothing would be left to destroy, it is pointless to destroy it all,' his hand changed back.
The smirk he had on his face disappeared, though if anyone was around they couldn't see it because of the scarf. Naota threw his scarf onto his brother's bunk, 'I'm glad he's dead.'
On Naota's 14th birthday his father had gotten a letter from the U.S. obituaries and a hospital the letters both stated his son had been mauled by a wild animal. Kamon had the body flown back to Japan, what was left of it, and had his oldest son cremated, anytime he bakes food he puts a little of his son into it.
There were less customers but the ones that did eat from the bakery said the food was never better, anytime they ask what he used he said "I put a little of myself in everything I bake." Naota's dad drinks to try and forget how horrible his oldest son looked in the wooden box. When Naota examined his older brother's remains he thought it looked more of an art then a type of destruction.
Naota continued to stare out the window into the night sky 'they always saw him over me I guess it did satisfy some child like jealousy that was annoying me when he was found dead, he wasted his life on baseball anyway.' Naota took off his jacket and put it on his desk chair, which was not very smart because of all of the items in the coat the chair broke and the jacket hit the floor with a THUD. 'Great,' Naota strained his ears to hear if Kamon had awoke from the sound 'still snoring,' Naota looked over to the desk, the chair had broke in front of, at his black hat before he started toward it and threw it onto his brother's bunk.
He picked up his jacket and looked at it, Naota was about to throw it onto his brother's bunk when he remembered the chair. 'No, where has my fucking head been today,' he thought scornfully before he put his jacket back down and took off his black combat boots, which he placed by the side of his bed. 'Not tired but nothing interesting to do here, nothing ever happens in Mabase,' Naota sat down on his bed.
BETA Not near completion but I wanted to put it up to hear your views on it so far. Signed, Vicious
My ABC's
A-Anarchy B-Bombs C-Counseling The ABC's of Vicious One
Disclaimer: This will be my disclaimer: only greedy producers would sue a person over writing a story of fan fiction.
Some Stuff
Vicious One: I like shoujo ai and yuri since I do there will most likely be bishoujo in this story, so if you do not like F/F relationships then I advise you to voice your opinion in reviews, but I can almost guarantee shoujo ai. I hate yaoi so you can forget me ever writing that get over it, no I have no prejudice I just dislike it.
Recommendations: Nephthys Jeckel is good for gore, blood, and all around badass stories, such as Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhees, and some Hell Raiser, Squall888 for Final Fantasy stories and some more fictions. Ryoko Zero for very good yuri fan fictions, some you may like yuri some you may not.
"__" Talking '__' Thinking
Chapter 2: Everything Dies
"Taaakkkuuunnn, what you doing?" Naota stared at the outline in the dark, he could smell tobacco and smoke coming from where the being stood. "C'mon ta-kun you can tell me what's wrong," the outline came closer to the standing Naota, the younger Naota he was 12, dressed in his hoodie, and shorts. The outline finally came close enough for Naota to know who it was.
"Mamimi..." Naota shot awake, he had fallen asleep under the bridge where he sat. 'The mind wants what it can not have, typical, I guess I should walk home,' with that Naota stood, threw his scarf back around his shoulders, and then stopped suddenly. 'Smoke...' Naota turned his head just enough to examine the surrounding area '...of course smoke, it is me who smells like it.' Naota faced forward and took a cig out of his pack before he started toward his house. He examined the cancer stick 'white, deadly, small, and yet fragile kind of like Mamimi, that is enough' with that thought he broke the cigarette and dropped it onto the sidewalk.
"Not wise to waste things, kid," a cat like voice spoke from the shadows. Naota perked his ears toward the voice and then turned to face it, but like the times before there was nothing there.
Naota almost walked past his house as he was deep in thought 'why do I even bother to waste my time looking, they are gone, for good, not returning, though their voices are unmistakable...stop contemplating this idiocy,' Naota shuffled up to his front door and turned the knob before he pushed it open.
He still lived at the bakery but not near as many customers came by anymore the way his dad paid for the place was anytime the companies wanted money Kamon would threaten them with Naota, needless to say this worked as he always seemed to get an extension on payment or not have to that month.
Naota walked into the house and pulled the door shut behind him, had his grandpa still been alive he would have started complaining about how loud Naota was being, but since he wasn't he couldn't. Supposedly Naota's grandpa, Shigekuni, fell from the roof of the bakery when only Kamon was around Naota known different but really didn't care. He had heard Kamon and Shigekuni arguing about which fooly cooly was better, and it sounded like his dad had enough of the old man's ranting. Kamon finally got the bakery to himself and Naota didn't have to stand anymore complaining.
Naota quietly walked upstairs to his room, his dad had passed out on the couch from drinking, and Naota could hear Kamon's snoring coming from the living room along with some static from the television.
Naota pushed his bedroom door open with his foot as his continued to watch the floor. He closed his door shut again with his left foot and walked over to his window. 'Full moon tonight, Shigekuni always said the kooks and crazies come out on full moons, no one goes out at night here, not anymore...' as Naota thought he examined his left hand in wonder of how his five fingers changed, his hand became black and the finger nails became sharp claws 'the power of what I could do, if I destroyed it all then nothing would be left to destroy, it is pointless to destroy it all,' his hand changed back.
The smirk he had on his face disappeared, though if anyone was around they couldn't see it because of the scarf. Naota threw his scarf onto his brother's bunk, 'I'm glad he's dead.'
On Naota's 14th birthday his father had gotten a letter from the U.S. obituaries and a hospital the letters both stated his son had been mauled by a wild animal. Kamon had the body flown back to Japan, what was left of it, and had his oldest son cremated, anytime he bakes food he puts a little of his son into it.
There were less customers but the ones that did eat from the bakery said the food was never better, anytime they ask what he used he said "I put a little of myself in everything I bake." Naota's dad drinks to try and forget how horrible his oldest son looked in the wooden box. When Naota examined his older brother's remains he thought it looked more of an art then a type of destruction.
Naota continued to stare out the window into the night sky 'they always saw him over me I guess it did satisfy some child like jealousy that was annoying me when he was found dead, he wasted his life on baseball anyway.' Naota took off his jacket and put it on his desk chair, which was not very smart because of all of the items in the coat the chair broke and the jacket hit the floor with a THUD. 'Great,' Naota strained his ears to hear if Kamon had awoke from the sound 'still snoring,' Naota looked over to the desk, the chair had broke in front of, at his black hat before he started toward it and threw it onto his brother's bunk.
He picked up his jacket and looked at it, Naota was about to throw it onto his brother's bunk when he remembered the chair. 'No, where has my fucking head been today,' he thought scornfully before he put his jacket back down and took off his black combat boots, which he placed by the side of his bed. 'Not tired but nothing interesting to do here, nothing ever happens in Mabase,' Naota sat down on his bed.
BETA Not near completion but I wanted to put it up to hear your views on it so far. Signed, Vicious