WGYWKY
By the Unknowner
(A Brief note: Studio Gainax owns FLCL. I do not. This sequel has been transcribed without their knowledge, consent, or certificate of Mother-May-I. Nyeah.)
00000001
Nothing Ever Changes...
BZZZZT.
BZZZZT.
BZZZZT.
BZZ-- KWhANGGGG!
While the sound of a twenty-yen alarm clock being smashed by a Rickenbacker bass
guitar may be alien to most households, Naota had long since made it a part of his routine.
The guitar was none the worse for the abuse - the titanium casing made it almost indestructable -
but the alarm clocks were consistently demolished. Of course, that was why he had aranged to buy
the crappy little pieces of plastic by the crate... they made an excellent target for his early-
morning pre-coffee grumpiness.
Sipping his java, the scraggly-haired teenager glanced over the wrinkled piece of
notebook paper that held his daily schedule. He used the same paper for each day, and each day
was invariably the same.
7:30 - Wake up. Smash clock.
7:45 - Coffee
8:00 - Do what you gotta do
4:00 - Do what you wanna do
10:00 - Sleep if you're tired, don't if you're not.
Eat several times when convenient.
The somewhat zen outlook on life's little drudgeries had come form one of the weirdest people
he'd ever met - Haruharu Haruko, self-described space pirate and generic oddball. She'd served as
housekeeper for about a year before she left... taking a huge chunk of the excitement in his life
with her. His grandpa had died the next month (in a screaming fireball of a car wreck, if anyone
cared how), and his dad, Kamon, was touring Europe with his new book. And now... he was just a
somewhat average student living with a robot thatinexplicably grew from his head. The robot, Kanchi,
was sitting across from him, giving him a somewhat concerned look. This is rather hard to do when your
head is a television, but he pulled it off pretty well.
"I dunno, Kanchi. Just a little out of sorts." A squik-beep emitted from the robot, followed by
three periods flashing across his monitor.
"Look, I'm not really in the mood to elaborate." A pause, followed by a long, low boop. Naota
sighed deeply.
"I told you, I'm just feeling a little weird. I can't explain it. I guess it's..." He broke
off, thinking. "It's the way things have been so...
stagnant lately. More than usual, if that's possible... kinda the calm before the storm. Call it
a hunch." Kanchi let out a series of high-toned bips,
followed by a question mark scrolling briefly across his 'face'.
"I dunno what to expect, that's what's throwing me. There's nothing coming up soon that could
change anything in my life, so it's gonna be something completely unexpected. Random. Ya know?" The
robot nodded in assent, letting out a distinct tonal pattern, then clamping his hands over his mouth
in fear and embarrasment. He hadn't meant to -
"Haruko..." Naota paused, glancing down at the picture of the two of them that lay beside the
cheap dinette table. Kanchi "sighed".He hadn't wanted to set off THAT effect again... he thought a
minute, then gave the kid a nudge, motioning to the door and beeping.
"Crap, I am gonna be late... see you tonight, Kanchi." Naota paused. "And try and get out of the
house once in a while! Make some friends! Geez..."
It took the robot perhaps three seconds to decide that's exactly what he would do with his day.
********************************************************************************
Mamimi Samejima leaned out over the bridge, holding her camera out at arm's length. It really
was hard to try and get the shot without gettingthe road in the corner...
CLiK.
But she managed. Leaning back, she checked the tiny screen on the digital camera. The sun was still
high over the horizon, and the cloudsran thin and almost vertical over the deep slough that had once been a
river. She smiled.
"Perfect." Now, there was just one more thing to get a photo of before she could call it a day. She
looked down the length of the bridge, examining the scattered group of high school students going home,
already setting up the shot in her mind, then started walking towards the end. She looked down, fiddling
with the camera setting, her face masked by her ballcap. The setup had to be juuust perfect. Five... four...
three...
"Hi, Ta-kun!"
"Mamimi?!" Naota almost fell backwards as she sprang up in his face.
CLiK.
******************************************************************************
She smiled as she lay on her back, going over the pictures she'd taken. Ta-kun's expression was the
perfect endpiece for the day's entry in her album. Her eyes wandered over to where he sat, on a rock near
a soggy clump of reeds. He was still very much the same... just bigger,really. "Thought you didn't like
sour stuff..." Naota looked up a moment, then chugged the rest of his drink.
"I've gotten used to it." He let a long silence pass. "So why did you come back, anyway?"
"Aw, you've felt it too, Ta-kun."
"Felt what?" Mamimi stood up and stretched.
"Something big is coming. Something that's going to happen here."
"Come on. Nothing ever happens here-"
"Then what do you call having a robot space pirate growing out of your head?" Again, Naota lapsed into
silence. That one was alwayshard to debate. "Anyway, I've always had a kind of sense for these things. Kinda
psychic, you know? And I got the same feeling a few days agothat I did right before everything started... you
know..." She smiled. "Something really big is happening this time, Ta-kun. Something amazing."Naota didn't
respond for a while.
"Where have you been, anyway?" He glanced over at his old friend. She'd changed a lot... her hair was
shorter, she was more mature... she was just different from the oddball high school student he'd known.
"Tokyo. Hong Kong. New York. Hog Shooter. Wherever I could find a good picture to take."
"Hog Shooter?"
"Actually, I only took a picture of the sign on the city limits. I thought it was kinda funny."
"So... you think that you'll get some good shots here..."
"When whatever happens happens, I'm gonna be right at the front lines recording it!" She giggled
slightly, clicking another picture of Naota.
*********************************************************************************
"I'm... home." Naota stared at the scene in the living room. Motor oil was spilled over the rug,
and the contents of an open toolbox were scattered across the coffee table. Kanchi waved at him, beeping
happily as he gestured towards what he'd been working on - a trio of robots, lounging around the TV.
"Kanchi... you... whth... huuuuh?" Naota's eyes wandered from one to the next with no apparant
stability or reason. His Gamecube had been used for one's head - the one wearing the leather jacket
and apparantly staring at him with its orange power light. The next one was tall, gangly, wearing a
hawaiian shirt, and apparantly cracking up at the utter corniness of the old Kaiju movie. The last one
was their blender - relatively unchanged, but now a pair of stubby legs spat out from under it, as well
as a cartoonish set of arms. The blender shifted it's gaze from the TV - an odd motion, as it had no eyes,
and whirred at Naota. It was then that he finally found the exact words for the delicate situation. "I DIDN'T
MEAN LITERALLY...!"
##########################################################
Space.
That big, blackish, inky void way up there... and to the left, and right, and pretty much in every direction,
except when you're on a planet you can't see it in any direction but up. Which sucks, really. I've been stuck
out here waaaaaay too long. I mean, these FTL jumps are murder on yer psyche.I'm already eight times my body's
age, if that makes sense.
`Course, I'm not gonna be out here much longer...
I'm comin' back, Ta-kun....
****************************************************************************
TBC. As if you couldn't tell.
http://unknowner.deviantart.com - go here for art of Kanchi's buddies.
By the Unknowner
(A Brief note: Studio Gainax owns FLCL. I do not. This sequel has been transcribed without their knowledge, consent, or certificate of Mother-May-I. Nyeah.)
00000001
Nothing Ever Changes...
BZZZZT.
BZZZZT.
BZZZZT.
BZZ-- KWhANGGGG!
While the sound of a twenty-yen alarm clock being smashed by a Rickenbacker bass
guitar may be alien to most households, Naota had long since made it a part of his routine.
The guitar was none the worse for the abuse - the titanium casing made it almost indestructable -
but the alarm clocks were consistently demolished. Of course, that was why he had aranged to buy
the crappy little pieces of plastic by the crate... they made an excellent target for his early-
morning pre-coffee grumpiness.
Sipping his java, the scraggly-haired teenager glanced over the wrinkled piece of
notebook paper that held his daily schedule. He used the same paper for each day, and each day
was invariably the same.
7:30 - Wake up. Smash clock.
7:45 - Coffee
8:00 - Do what you gotta do
4:00 - Do what you wanna do
10:00 - Sleep if you're tired, don't if you're not.
Eat several times when convenient.
The somewhat zen outlook on life's little drudgeries had come form one of the weirdest people
he'd ever met - Haruharu Haruko, self-described space pirate and generic oddball. She'd served as
housekeeper for about a year before she left... taking a huge chunk of the excitement in his life
with her. His grandpa had died the next month (in a screaming fireball of a car wreck, if anyone
cared how), and his dad, Kamon, was touring Europe with his new book. And now... he was just a
somewhat average student living with a robot thatinexplicably grew from his head. The robot, Kanchi,
was sitting across from him, giving him a somewhat concerned look. This is rather hard to do when your
head is a television, but he pulled it off pretty well.
"I dunno, Kanchi. Just a little out of sorts." A squik-beep emitted from the robot, followed by
three periods flashing across his monitor.
"Look, I'm not really in the mood to elaborate." A pause, followed by a long, low boop. Naota
sighed deeply.
"I told you, I'm just feeling a little weird. I can't explain it. I guess it's..." He broke
off, thinking. "It's the way things have been so...
stagnant lately. More than usual, if that's possible... kinda the calm before the storm. Call it
a hunch." Kanchi let out a series of high-toned bips,
followed by a question mark scrolling briefly across his 'face'.
"I dunno what to expect, that's what's throwing me. There's nothing coming up soon that could
change anything in my life, so it's gonna be something completely unexpected. Random. Ya know?" The
robot nodded in assent, letting out a distinct tonal pattern, then clamping his hands over his mouth
in fear and embarrasment. He hadn't meant to -
"Haruko..." Naota paused, glancing down at the picture of the two of them that lay beside the
cheap dinette table. Kanchi "sighed".He hadn't wanted to set off THAT effect again... he thought a
minute, then gave the kid a nudge, motioning to the door and beeping.
"Crap, I am gonna be late... see you tonight, Kanchi." Naota paused. "And try and get out of the
house once in a while! Make some friends! Geez..."
It took the robot perhaps three seconds to decide that's exactly what he would do with his day.
********************************************************************************
Mamimi Samejima leaned out over the bridge, holding her camera out at arm's length. It really
was hard to try and get the shot without gettingthe road in the corner...
CLiK.
But she managed. Leaning back, she checked the tiny screen on the digital camera. The sun was still
high over the horizon, and the cloudsran thin and almost vertical over the deep slough that had once been a
river. She smiled.
"Perfect." Now, there was just one more thing to get a photo of before she could call it a day. She
looked down the length of the bridge, examining the scattered group of high school students going home,
already setting up the shot in her mind, then started walking towards the end. She looked down, fiddling
with the camera setting, her face masked by her ballcap. The setup had to be juuust perfect. Five... four...
three...
"Hi, Ta-kun!"
"Mamimi?!" Naota almost fell backwards as she sprang up in his face.
CLiK.
******************************************************************************
She smiled as she lay on her back, going over the pictures she'd taken. Ta-kun's expression was the
perfect endpiece for the day's entry in her album. Her eyes wandered over to where he sat, on a rock near
a soggy clump of reeds. He was still very much the same... just bigger,really. "Thought you didn't like
sour stuff..." Naota looked up a moment, then chugged the rest of his drink.
"I've gotten used to it." He let a long silence pass. "So why did you come back, anyway?"
"Aw, you've felt it too, Ta-kun."
"Felt what?" Mamimi stood up and stretched.
"Something big is coming. Something that's going to happen here."
"Come on. Nothing ever happens here-"
"Then what do you call having a robot space pirate growing out of your head?" Again, Naota lapsed into
silence. That one was alwayshard to debate. "Anyway, I've always had a kind of sense for these things. Kinda
psychic, you know? And I got the same feeling a few days agothat I did right before everything started... you
know..." She smiled. "Something really big is happening this time, Ta-kun. Something amazing."Naota didn't
respond for a while.
"Where have you been, anyway?" He glanced over at his old friend. She'd changed a lot... her hair was
shorter, she was more mature... she was just different from the oddball high school student he'd known.
"Tokyo. Hong Kong. New York. Hog Shooter. Wherever I could find a good picture to take."
"Hog Shooter?"
"Actually, I only took a picture of the sign on the city limits. I thought it was kinda funny."
"So... you think that you'll get some good shots here..."
"When whatever happens happens, I'm gonna be right at the front lines recording it!" She giggled
slightly, clicking another picture of Naota.
*********************************************************************************
"I'm... home." Naota stared at the scene in the living room. Motor oil was spilled over the rug,
and the contents of an open toolbox were scattered across the coffee table. Kanchi waved at him, beeping
happily as he gestured towards what he'd been working on - a trio of robots, lounging around the TV.
"Kanchi... you... whth... huuuuh?" Naota's eyes wandered from one to the next with no apparant
stability or reason. His Gamecube had been used for one's head - the one wearing the leather jacket
and apparantly staring at him with its orange power light. The next one was tall, gangly, wearing a
hawaiian shirt, and apparantly cracking up at the utter corniness of the old Kaiju movie. The last one
was their blender - relatively unchanged, but now a pair of stubby legs spat out from under it, as well
as a cartoonish set of arms. The blender shifted it's gaze from the TV - an odd motion, as it had no eyes,
and whirred at Naota. It was then that he finally found the exact words for the delicate situation. "I DIDN'T
MEAN LITERALLY...!"
##########################################################
Space.
That big, blackish, inky void way up there... and to the left, and right, and pretty much in every direction,
except when you're on a planet you can't see it in any direction but up. Which sucks, really. I've been stuck
out here waaaaaay too long. I mean, these FTL jumps are murder on yer psyche.I'm already eight times my body's
age, if that makes sense.
`Course, I'm not gonna be out here much longer...
I'm comin' back, Ta-kun....
****************************************************************************
TBC. As if you couldn't tell.
http://unknowner.deviantart.com - go here for art of Kanchi's buddies.