Gee, that was a quick response. I see you want more eh? Ok then! Here is part 1 of "Broken" submitted for your pleasure. Once again I don't own the characters. But I am using and abusing them. Is that like rape? After all theyr'e fictional characters so manipulating them without thier original master's consent could be considered rape. Or maybe I'm just having Furi Kuri. I'll make Furi Kuri alll night long and you can't stop me so[insert excessive rasberry here] and[edited for content]
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Broken
Part I
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Naota stood there in the doorway, unable to move. The wind blew the open door back till it slapped against the outside wall with a harsh clacking noise. But what was more harsh than this?..How could she do this? What kind of sadistic inhuman creature did they have living at thier house? No, scratch that..it was his house now. His Bakery. His everything. Both his grandpa and his father were laid out all on the floor.., and the walls,..and the ceiling,..the...stairs. Naota couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't cry. All he could do was stand there..and try to breathe. His forehead flickered with a dark red strobe light and something exploded all at once out of it with a splorching
sound and a fluid violent kick that knocked him out the door, onto the sidewalk, and into unconciousness.
[[Flash Forward 2 days]]
SPACE POLICE BROTHERHOOD IMMIGRATION CENTER
Naota woke up in a cold sweat. He was in a small, strange room with a bed and a nightstand with a lamp on it. The walls were black and the floor was made of large black and silver tiles. He held his head in his hands, hoping that he had only been dreaming.
As he did this he felt a fresh bandage wrapped around his fractured skull.Naota jumped out of the bed and noticed that he had different clothes on. They were gray and plain with matching slippers that were equally dull. He looked at the large mirror beside the nightstand and winced. Not because he looked like the waking dead from resident evil or anything like that(although he did have bedhead something fierce) but because he realised that it had not been a dream. Everyone in his family was dead now..He was alone. Alone. Naota stared blankly at his reflection. ALONE. Tears welled up in his eyes and he collapsed on the floor, holding one knee and weeping hard into it. He almost hoped his knee would get sucked into his damned forehead along with the rest of him so he could just..dissapear. Amaro watched with arms folded from behind the two-way mirror and raised one of his massive eyebrows.
"How could you do this, Naota..They were your own flesh and blood. Why did you have to kill them?"
Behind him, wrapped in plastic, lay Takuske's Bat,..covered in sticky blood with bits of bone. Far away, somewhere, a pink haired woman started busting out laughing while riding her Vespa.
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