A/N: I don't own Furi Kuri just like everyone else here.
A/N: This is my first fic so bear with me, plus it doesn't help that it's Furi Kuri.
Chapter 1: Just when you think it's over…
Much had changed since she left, especially Naota. He had tried to hang on to her memory as best he could, though recently he'd been too busy to attempt to do so. He wasn't exactly doing very well in school, and his social life, well since the final incident people on the whole hated and feared him at the same time. Also some of the upperclassmen had taken to beating him up after school. He began to wonder if Haruko had done as much damage to him during her entire stay. He woke up that day thinking to himself, "I'm tired of this. Those guys aren't going to push me around any more."
After getting ready he returned to his room and walked to his closet. There he had a, now, waist high cabinet where he stored Haruko's guitar, as well as the necessary materials to maintain it.
He removed the guitar and slung it onto his back, wearing it just like its previous owner. "Hopefully I'll be able to use this as well as she did." he said to himself.
His time at school was little different than usual. He had persuaded himself during the day that he would do just as Haruko would and triumph. Despite the strange looks he got from most of his class all day he wore it with a strange confidence he never had felt before. It was like Haruko was right behind him waiting to back him up if those bastards tried anything during school. Though they didn't he had been ready. When he saw them waiting he new what the outcome would be. As he walked over the lead goon spoke to him, "Well, looks like little Ta-kun brought something to defend himself with."
"And it should be all I need to break that crooked nose of yours again." Naota replied, a suicidal confidence taking over, "After all if I can do it accidentally once, I should be able to do it again."
That was the last straw for the bully; it was the one insult that got to him. His nose had been nearly taken off by a piece of debris pulled toward Atomsk. Those few that knew kept their mouths shut for good reason. He thought it was a wimpy way of getting something broken and so he clamed that he had been mugged that day after the chaos had ended.
He didn't bother rebutting, he charged his opponent who had just drawn his guitar. However, he didn't make it far as his weak nose came once again into contact with a blunt object, this time, the body of a finely made Rickenbacher. He did several flips before landing on the concrete and would not be getting up for a while. The other thugs just stood there with very confused and shocked looks on their faces. Naota simply said, recalling the first time he encountered the guitar he held in his hand "Looks like round two didn't go so well for you either." before walking away with Haruko's guitar over his shoulder.
Rahal slumped down next to the broken down Vespa and began to curse at scooter for marooning her on an uninhabited planet until she could get it fixed. The Vespa had, out of nowhere, cut out over a small planet with zero intelligent life on it. She barely survived the atmosphere and lost all but the scooter and the guitar she used to keep from getting toasted. Amidst attempts to stop her extremities from smoking she assessed her situation. First, the damage to her Vespa, the anti-grav drive was shot and it looked like a small piece of rock decided to lodge itself in the drive shaft. Next supplies, everything had been completely incinerated. She probably could live off the plants for a few days before getting sick of them. Then herself, not so good. She had burns anywhere the guitar hadn't covered. She thought how lucky she was to not be as fragile as Ta-kun was, and how she was glad he wasn't around when she went through the atmosphere. If he had been she would have had to clean up his charred black remains and burry them. She stopped there. She said to herself, "Damn, what am l doing worrying about him right now, I've got more important things to do… Like getting the hell off this rock."
Just then she heard her shackle jingling on her wrist. It directed her attention upward. Sure enough, there was the telltale red shooting star that signified Atomsk's presence. It looked like it was heading in the opposite direction it was earlier. She thought, "Nah, he couldn't be heading back to earth. It doesn't make sense," she paused then said aloud, "But then again, I don't make sense." She hurried off to find anything that could help her. "Well looks like Ta-kun hasn't seen the last of me," she said.
Naota had never been so bored. The principal continued to lecture on how Naota could easily be expelled and charged with assault. He had a distinct feeling that had he not been carrying Haruko's guitar he would have cared a lot more. The principal stopped his lecture, evidently giving up, and said, "All right if you don't care maybe your father will."
"Maybe he will, " Naota said before getting up and indignantly walking out the door.
He got home and greeted his dad, who had apparently not been contacted yet. He proceeded upstairs to his room where he laid the guitar down for the first time since he put it n that morning. He walked to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on his face.
When he looked up he saw something he hadn't seen since Haruko left, there on his wrist was a shackle that had spontaneously appeared there. He watched in the mirror as his horror turned the world around him various shades of blue and objects became very angular. This only made mattes worse because not only did he have a shackle on his wrist, but he also managed to mess up the laws of physics just like she had.
Just then his dad called from downstairs, "Naota-kun, some ones here to see you."
He quickly pulled on the nearest thing that would cover his wrist and rushed downstairs. It was almost as bad as if Haruko were standing in the doorway. What immediately caught Naota's attention and forewarned him of the danger he was in was the pair of large, huge in fact, eyebrows fixed on his guest's forehead. "I need to talk to him alone," Amarao said motioning for Kamon to leave.
Before leaving he said, "I hope whatever this is for wasn't too bad. After all, I don't want to have to be a hypocrite and punish you for something I'd do anyway."
Amarao immediately got to the point, "Where is Rahal's guitar."
"I don't have Haruko's guitar," he said putting emphasis on her name.
"I'll give you three days. I'm not risking another problem with Medical Mechanica just because you refuse to grow up," with that he turned and left.
"I hate those eyebrows." Naota said before dismissing any concern a bout him to concentrate on the shackle.
It had taken her two days to get enough raw materials and to repair everything; after all, she couldn't convert raw materials as fast as other things. But that really didn't matter; if she tried she could be on earth in a few hours. She guessed the engine would cut out from overheating halfway and the momentum would carry her the rest of the way. The landing would be rough, but she managed to rig up a shield that would protect her. She readied every thing and took off.
Her estimations were correct and it was time for re-entry. She began to scrape the atmosphere. As she thought her trajectory was off and the normal shield wouldn't work like it's supposed to. Luckily the secondary held up just long enough to get her through. She just missed announcing her arrival by nailing the wreckage of the giant iron that still overlooked the town. Instead she landed almost smoothly behind it. If anything her arrival would appear to be nothing more than a shooting star. Now all she needed to do was to get to Ta-kun's and check him out.
When she got there Ta-kun was already asleep. It was probably better that way; she didn't want him to know she was there. She had snuck in through the window and walked over to his bed. Apparently he had fallen asleep trying desperately to saw something apart, as he was holding a small saw blade in one hand. Then she saw the shackle on his other wrist. She said, "Well well, Ta-kun, not a kid anymore huh," she remembered that you couldn't get one until you showed you could use a guitar. And it must've been somewhat impressive if some one was watching it all the way back home.
She thought for a second and decided it might be interesting to have someone help her in her search. After all he knew the ropes pretty well, and his guitar was fused with Atomsk's.
She checked to make sure he didn't have his N.O. channel open again, and when she was satisfied that it wasn't she found some paper and a pen. While writing the note she stopped, erased something, and muttered under her breath something very unlike her, "Too forceful."
Not realizing what she had just said she switched her guitar with the double-necked she had been carrying. It was nice having her old guitar back, she thought. She then left to prepare for the next day.
Naota awoke to the thought of the fact that his three days were up. Amarao would be there soon and he wasn't going to give Haruko's guitar up. He tossed the saw blade aside deciding he had other problems to worry about. He heard it hit a guitar string so he turned his head to see if the blade had damaged anything. However, he didn't see Haruko's guitar, he saw the combination of his own and Atomsk's with a note trapped behind one of the groups of strings. He hurriedly retrieved, opened, and read it to himself.
It read: Hey Ta-kun, congrats on the shackle. Any way I was thinking I could use some help, then I said to myself, "Hey, now that my precious little Ta-kun's all grown up he can come with me." So what do you think? I'll be waiting for you by the bridge. And speaking of the bridge, how's Sameji? You might want to think of her before running off again, it did drive her crazy last time, didn't it.
Final note: I'd like to let my readers decide what he does next, so majority rules. I await your input, thanks.