Disclaimer: I do not own Fooly Cooly/Furi Kuri/FLCL or whatever else you'd
like to call it. But I am thee Cheesy Queenie. So there. Ha.
There Was More
Prologue
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"Naota.... NAOTA!"
Naota looked up from his sleep-athon
"What?," he asked wearily, with a strong hint of annoyance.
"I love you."
It was the day after Haruko left, or maybe a year, it made no difference to me though, that would be until she came back. I'm not sure whose words they were. Either way, I pictured Haruko saying them.
I'm not angry at Haruko. I never was. I told her I loved her. And that was the truth. She told me I was still too young, and I thought maybe she was just too old.
Mamimi sent me a picture of the Hollyood Hill. I guess it's her way of saying "Hi Naota! Got myself to Hollywood!" Yeah.
Whatever.
I haven't heard of my brother, and I guess I wont anymore. He got married to some American girl. I think he said her name was Becky, or Sally? No maybe Carol or Marisol? Ahh, what does it matter. Anyway, they had a baby. I remember her name, its Amerial. A few days after Amerial's birth, my brother was murdered. Those American doughnut-eating creeps don't even know who did it. I don't talk about it though.... I mean, why should I? He's gone now. No use thinking about it. This'll be the last time.
My dad and grandpa were abducted by some weird lady aliens about five minutes ago.
I think too much about the past.
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Authors Note: Yes, this was WAY too short o_o; , but it's just a prologue.... Please, please review this and tell me if I should continue!! I'd really appreciate it ^_^; Thanks!
Also, rating will change in next chapter to PG-13 o.O
like to call it. But I am thee Cheesy Queenie. So there. Ha.
There Was More
Prologue
[=*=]
"Naota.... NAOTA!"
Naota looked up from his sleep-athon
"What?," he asked wearily, with a strong hint of annoyance.
"I love you."
It was the day after Haruko left, or maybe a year, it made no difference to me though, that would be until she came back. I'm not sure whose words they were. Either way, I pictured Haruko saying them.
I'm not angry at Haruko. I never was. I told her I loved her. And that was the truth. She told me I was still too young, and I thought maybe she was just too old.
Mamimi sent me a picture of the Hollyood Hill. I guess it's her way of saying "Hi Naota! Got myself to Hollywood!" Yeah.
Whatever.
I haven't heard of my brother, and I guess I wont anymore. He got married to some American girl. I think he said her name was Becky, or Sally? No maybe Carol or Marisol? Ahh, what does it matter. Anyway, they had a baby. I remember her name, its Amerial. A few days after Amerial's birth, my brother was murdered. Those American doughnut-eating creeps don't even know who did it. I don't talk about it though.... I mean, why should I? He's gone now. No use thinking about it. This'll be the last time.
My dad and grandpa were abducted by some weird lady aliens about five minutes ago.
I think too much about the past.
=*=
Authors Note: Yes, this was WAY too short o_o; , but it's just a prologue.... Please, please review this and tell me if I should continue!! I'd really appreciate it ^_^; Thanks!
Also, rating will change in next chapter to PG-13 o.O