WGYWKY
By The Unknowner
(A/N: A brief "thanks" to all that reviewed - Super Purple Neko, Tsukasa Beat, Mobius
Shadow, Hecate, Firebolt90001, MightyRikimaru, and even the ubiquitous "U suck", for proving
once again that jealousy is a great compliment - especially if the jealous person proves his
idiocity by spelling "You" as "U", putting his comment as his name, and refusing to use coherent
thought, or even proper sentences. Bring it on, flameboy.)
00000011: Das ist der Matrix?
"Hold still..." Haruko grunted as she yanked on the flat-fronted, conical "horn", trying
to pry it from Naota's skull. Normally the various devices that sprung from him would come out of
their own accord, but this time... "GOT IT!" With a loud pop, the pressure in Naota's skull ended.
He sat there, still flinching, unable to open his eyes for several seconds. When he did...
"A lamp?"
"Awww... it's kinda cute. Look, it's got little feets." Haruko giggled as she tickled the
cartoonish rubber feet of the inanimate object, apparantly quite amused. Naota just stared - after
all, the objects from his noggin were usually either alive or ultrapowerful. This... this was just
a cheaply made desk lamp.
"Why a lamp?"
"Why not?"
"It's just..." he paused.
"Look, I hit you without any *reason* to. There was nothing trying to get out, so..." She
smirked, waving the object. "What came out was just what was there." Naota just stared a moment, then
slumped in his chair. "Awww... what's wrong, Ta-kun?"
"Why did you come back?"
"What, you don't want me here?"
"It's not that..."
"Look, kid. It's like I said - you're the only one whose head works right."
"What about Ninamori?" A pause.
"What?"
"That claw thing came out of her head."
"True..." Haruko stood up, stretching, and popped the fridge open, grabbing a cheap energy drink.
"And that guy with the eyebrows... Amaro... he had it too, didn't he?"
"A'ight! You want the truth?" Haruko whirled around, fixing her glare on Naota. "Atomsk died."
"What....? What does that have-"
"You were the last one to bond with him." Haruko sat down, poking Naota's forehead. "Therefore, YOU
are his heir."
"Heir...?"
"You get his power." Haruko smirked. "That's the way life goes, innit? You chase down something your
whole life long, then the scrawny kid you help get out of his rut back a few years ago gets it... O'course,
that wasn't an accident." She grinned, half-madly. "Atomsk used to bond with the crew whenever he needed to,
to get us outta scrapes... after he bonded with you... he never did it again... He really liked ya."
"That's just crazy." Naota frowned. "Why me?"
"I dunno. He just liked ya." She popped up, yawning and stretching. "Look, I gotta go, I have to pick
up some stuff. Isn't your little girlfriend coming over tonight?"
"...Yeah, so?" Naota flushed at Haruko's description of Eri, but didn't let his embarrasment go any further."
"Well, aren'tcha gonna make dinner for her? Something a little bit romaaaaantic?"
"We're watching a movie for Film class!"
"Sure, you say that *now*...." Haruko trotted out the door with a grin that the Cheshire Cat himself
would've been envious of.
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"The sandy haired son of Hollywood... lost his faith in all that's good..." Momo quietly sang with the
simple tune that the Gamecube plucked out. "...Closed the curtain, unplugged the clock... hung his clothes on
the shower rod, though he didn't get undressed... and no he didn't seem depressed... It's funny-"
"DROP THE BASS!" Naota burst into the room, red in the face. His eyes were dark and stormy, and his
clenched fists shook.
"Er... Taco... what's wrong...?"
"It's... using... my... bass..." He forced himself into some semblance of order, pointing to the old
Rickenbacker that the Cube-bot held.
"So?"
"NO ONE... uses... the bass... but me."
"Why?"
"...J... just give it back!" Naota grabbed the guitar and dashed out the door. Momo merely stared...
then a grin plooped onto her face.
"Cubey - grab the posse and get in the mystery machine! We have a case to solve!"
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The tune was quiet and soulful, a deep thrumming line that ran through five chords in arpeggio before
repeating. Then, after a few repetitions, the kapo went on, and the bass was strummed like a guitar on its higher
strings. E minor to G to A minor...
"Beautiful..."
"Eh, it's not bad." The waiter looked up at Naota on the roof, then back to Momo. "You wanna order something?"
"Eh - I'll have a mocha. The bots don't eat much.... although I bet the blender would like some avocado..."
In reply, the tiny robot hopped up and began dancing, his motor whirring at full capacity. "Sooo... how long has he
been doing this?"
"Four years... maybe longer. He never asked, just went up there and started plucking one day."
"Have you ever tried to stop him?"
"Nah. He brings in more business than he drives off."
"So... why-"
"Before you ask - I have NO idea why he does it here, or why he does it at all. No one does. I'll go get
your drink." The young waiter walked back inside, leaving a captive audience at the front of the Cafe.
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How will Naota's "date" with Eri Ninamori go?
Why does the Blender like avocado? Does he even have taste buds?
Why was Peter Frampton so brilliant live, but so mediocre in studio sessions?
Will I ever stop asking rhetorical questions?
TBC, of course.
My apologies for the short chapter, I'm working on finals...
By The Unknowner
(A/N: A brief "thanks" to all that reviewed - Super Purple Neko, Tsukasa Beat, Mobius
Shadow, Hecate, Firebolt90001, MightyRikimaru, and even the ubiquitous "U suck", for proving
once again that jealousy is a great compliment - especially if the jealous person proves his
idiocity by spelling "You" as "U", putting his comment as his name, and refusing to use coherent
thought, or even proper sentences. Bring it on, flameboy.)
00000011: Das ist der Matrix?
"Hold still..." Haruko grunted as she yanked on the flat-fronted, conical "horn", trying
to pry it from Naota's skull. Normally the various devices that sprung from him would come out of
their own accord, but this time... "GOT IT!" With a loud pop, the pressure in Naota's skull ended.
He sat there, still flinching, unable to open his eyes for several seconds. When he did...
"A lamp?"
"Awww... it's kinda cute. Look, it's got little feets." Haruko giggled as she tickled the
cartoonish rubber feet of the inanimate object, apparantly quite amused. Naota just stared - after
all, the objects from his noggin were usually either alive or ultrapowerful. This... this was just
a cheaply made desk lamp.
"Why a lamp?"
"Why not?"
"It's just..." he paused.
"Look, I hit you without any *reason* to. There was nothing trying to get out, so..." She
smirked, waving the object. "What came out was just what was there." Naota just stared a moment, then
slumped in his chair. "Awww... what's wrong, Ta-kun?"
"Why did you come back?"
"What, you don't want me here?"
"It's not that..."
"Look, kid. It's like I said - you're the only one whose head works right."
"What about Ninamori?" A pause.
"What?"
"That claw thing came out of her head."
"True..." Haruko stood up, stretching, and popped the fridge open, grabbing a cheap energy drink.
"And that guy with the eyebrows... Amaro... he had it too, didn't he?"
"A'ight! You want the truth?" Haruko whirled around, fixing her glare on Naota. "Atomsk died."
"What....? What does that have-"
"You were the last one to bond with him." Haruko sat down, poking Naota's forehead. "Therefore, YOU
are his heir."
"Heir...?"
"You get his power." Haruko smirked. "That's the way life goes, innit? You chase down something your
whole life long, then the scrawny kid you help get out of his rut back a few years ago gets it... O'course,
that wasn't an accident." She grinned, half-madly. "Atomsk used to bond with the crew whenever he needed to,
to get us outta scrapes... after he bonded with you... he never did it again... He really liked ya."
"That's just crazy." Naota frowned. "Why me?"
"I dunno. He just liked ya." She popped up, yawning and stretching. "Look, I gotta go, I have to pick
up some stuff. Isn't your little girlfriend coming over tonight?"
"...Yeah, so?" Naota flushed at Haruko's description of Eri, but didn't let his embarrasment go any further."
"Well, aren'tcha gonna make dinner for her? Something a little bit romaaaaantic?"
"We're watching a movie for Film class!"
"Sure, you say that *now*...." Haruko trotted out the door with a grin that the Cheshire Cat himself
would've been envious of.
*************************************************************************
"The sandy haired son of Hollywood... lost his faith in all that's good..." Momo quietly sang with the
simple tune that the Gamecube plucked out. "...Closed the curtain, unplugged the clock... hung his clothes on
the shower rod, though he didn't get undressed... and no he didn't seem depressed... It's funny-"
"DROP THE BASS!" Naota burst into the room, red in the face. His eyes were dark and stormy, and his
clenched fists shook.
"Er... Taco... what's wrong...?"
"It's... using... my... bass..." He forced himself into some semblance of order, pointing to the old
Rickenbacker that the Cube-bot held.
"So?"
"NO ONE... uses... the bass... but me."
"Why?"
"...J... just give it back!" Naota grabbed the guitar and dashed out the door. Momo merely stared...
then a grin plooped onto her face.
"Cubey - grab the posse and get in the mystery machine! We have a case to solve!"
*********************************************************************
The tune was quiet and soulful, a deep thrumming line that ran through five chords in arpeggio before
repeating. Then, after a few repetitions, the kapo went on, and the bass was strummed like a guitar on its higher
strings. E minor to G to A minor...
"Beautiful..."
"Eh, it's not bad." The waiter looked up at Naota on the roof, then back to Momo. "You wanna order something?"
"Eh - I'll have a mocha. The bots don't eat much.... although I bet the blender would like some avocado..."
In reply, the tiny robot hopped up and began dancing, his motor whirring at full capacity. "Sooo... how long has he
been doing this?"
"Four years... maybe longer. He never asked, just went up there and started plucking one day."
"Have you ever tried to stop him?"
"Nah. He brings in more business than he drives off."
"So... why-"
"Before you ask - I have NO idea why he does it here, or why he does it at all. No one does. I'll go get
your drink." The young waiter walked back inside, leaving a captive audience at the front of the Cafe.
*******************************************************************
How will Naota's "date" with Eri Ninamori go?
Why does the Blender like avocado? Does he even have taste buds?
Why was Peter Frampton so brilliant live, but so mediocre in studio sessions?
Will I ever stop asking rhetorical questions?
TBC, of course.
My apologies for the short chapter, I'm working on finals...