I know that the first chapter was rather short but that was just a teaser to get you hooked. If you didn't realize that then FOO on you that's all I can say. All of these characters and the setting and storyline appear to have been blasphemently stolen from the Anime Series "FLCL"
Were this not the truth, it would not be called a fanfic. Sue me for that and you must sue every author that posts here. I know I don't own the characters or the story and blah blah blah sis boom baah, so don't come a'bitching to whom it may concern. If it did concern you, then you would have done something already. I'd like to see you try it too..I'll be waiting with my guitar in hand ready to play screwball with your head So let's crack open the N.O. Channel and ride the lightning!!! Bwahahaha!!
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Broken
Part II
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Naota paced around the room until Armaro unlocked the door and let him out. Niether showed any emotions whatsoever as they walked down an impossibly long hallway into another small room with two chairs and a desk between them. There was a side table that held a coffee machine as well as
a freshly opened jug of cream and a small bucket of sugar cubes. There was also an overhead lamp with a spinning fan on it hanging from the cieling. Naota remembered this place. He had been here before. His first interrogation with Mr. Eyebrows had only been a few weeks ago, and that time it had only been about a robot clone of his father. But this time,..yes he knew what was coming. It was so obvious.
"I'm sure I don't need to relate to you the seriousness of this situation."
Naota bit his lip and looked off to the side, avoiding any kind of eye contact.
"We found your brother's baseball bat at the crime scene."
Naota held his breath and closed his eyes.
"It had your fingerprints on it. Only yours Naota."
Naota jerked upward and stood up with a desperate and furious look on his face, slapping his hands down on the table, and nearly spilling Armaro's coffee. Armaro took off his glasses and glared at him.
"It wasn't a vending machine..Naota"
"I DIDN'T!!! I..I DIDN'T KILL MY FATHER!! I DIDN'T KILL MY GRANDPA!! I DIDN'T KILL ANYONE!!!"
After a long, uneasy silence, Armaro stood up and walked out of the room, shutting the door and locking it behind him.
Naota just stood there in silence, with tears emerging slowly from his eyes.
The overhead light flickered a bit, popped, and burned out, leaving him in darkness.
He sat back down, and folded his arms on the table, burying his head in them.
guitar riff
He didn't know what time it was, or how long he was going to have to stay here, but he wished that he could get out of that horrible place soon, so he could go and find Haruko,..No..he thought,
Her name was Raharu. He knew that she had tricked him somehow, and she would pay dearly for all of this when he got his hands on her.
"Not Likely..hehe"
Naota woke up in his house, and in his bed with Raharu straddling him in nothing but a bra, panties, and a shit-eating grin on her face. He was no better, wearing only a pair of skivvies himself. Naota's face went several shades of red with the emotions that came in succession; first embarassment, then realization, then anger, then rage, fury, loathing,..Malice.
Naota closed his eyes and the Bracelet on Raharu's wrist started a shake a bit. After a few more seconds, it was going off wild like a tethered bat trying to get out of hell. The symbol of The Pirate King flared scorching on his forehead. Raharu only chuckled and pulled him in closer, wrapping her ankles behind his knees and pushing her bosom into his face.
"Your'e soooo CUTE when your'e angry Takkun!! Oooohhh!"
A familiar voice called him from downstairs.
"Naota! Dinner!"
"Hurry up and get down here!"
"You better not be all Furi Kuri when I get up there Naota-KUN!!"
His father? His Grandpa? Alive? What was going on? A dream? It had to be.
His features did not loose any intensity with this revelation, but the the reasoning behind that instensity flashed back to a raging embarassment with a blood red blush on his face.
"Oooohh, is Takkun turning all red? How about purple? I bet I could make you purple,haheha.."
That's it for now. I have to cater to those with short attention spans too y'know? So FOO back at me. I'm a biiiiiiig Hypocrite huh? Cliffhangers are more fun. I want to eat. I have candy under my cot. I'm going to eat candy after my shift is over and upload this friggin thing. Iraq sucks because the internet cafe keeps going down and I barely have time to write anything with my asshole superiors yanking me all over the place to fix thier idiotic computer mishaps. Well at least they can fight. I fix your computer and you kill everyone that's the deal. I hate my job.
More coming soon so don't frikkin breathe until I say so!!!....ok breathe but don't get complacent. Sugar! I need sugar now!!!!!
Were this not the truth, it would not be called a fanfic. Sue me for that and you must sue every author that posts here. I know I don't own the characters or the story and blah blah blah sis boom baah, so don't come a'bitching to whom it may concern. If it did concern you, then you would have done something already. I'd like to see you try it too..I'll be waiting with my guitar in hand ready to play screwball with your head So let's crack open the N.O. Channel and ride the lightning!!! Bwahahaha!!
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Broken
Part II
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Naota paced around the room until Armaro unlocked the door and let him out. Niether showed any emotions whatsoever as they walked down an impossibly long hallway into another small room with two chairs and a desk between them. There was a side table that held a coffee machine as well as
a freshly opened jug of cream and a small bucket of sugar cubes. There was also an overhead lamp with a spinning fan on it hanging from the cieling. Naota remembered this place. He had been here before. His first interrogation with Mr. Eyebrows had only been a few weeks ago, and that time it had only been about a robot clone of his father. But this time,..yes he knew what was coming. It was so obvious.
"I'm sure I don't need to relate to you the seriousness of this situation."
Naota bit his lip and looked off to the side, avoiding any kind of eye contact.
"We found your brother's baseball bat at the crime scene."
Naota held his breath and closed his eyes.
"It had your fingerprints on it. Only yours Naota."
Naota jerked upward and stood up with a desperate and furious look on his face, slapping his hands down on the table, and nearly spilling Armaro's coffee. Armaro took off his glasses and glared at him.
"It wasn't a vending machine..Naota"
"I DIDN'T!!! I..I DIDN'T KILL MY FATHER!! I DIDN'T KILL MY GRANDPA!! I DIDN'T KILL ANYONE!!!"
After a long, uneasy silence, Armaro stood up and walked out of the room, shutting the door and locking it behind him.
Naota just stood there in silence, with tears emerging slowly from his eyes.
The overhead light flickered a bit, popped, and burned out, leaving him in darkness.
He sat back down, and folded his arms on the table, burying his head in them.
guitar riff
He didn't know what time it was, or how long he was going to have to stay here, but he wished that he could get out of that horrible place soon, so he could go and find Haruko,..No..he thought,
Her name was Raharu. He knew that she had tricked him somehow, and she would pay dearly for all of this when he got his hands on her.
"Not Likely..hehe"
Naota woke up in his house, and in his bed with Raharu straddling him in nothing but a bra, panties, and a shit-eating grin on her face. He was no better, wearing only a pair of skivvies himself. Naota's face went several shades of red with the emotions that came in succession; first embarassment, then realization, then anger, then rage, fury, loathing,..Malice.
Naota closed his eyes and the Bracelet on Raharu's wrist started a shake a bit. After a few more seconds, it was going off wild like a tethered bat trying to get out of hell. The symbol of The Pirate King flared scorching on his forehead. Raharu only chuckled and pulled him in closer, wrapping her ankles behind his knees and pushing her bosom into his face.
"Your'e soooo CUTE when your'e angry Takkun!! Oooohhh!"
A familiar voice called him from downstairs.
"Naota! Dinner!"
"Hurry up and get down here!"
"You better not be all Furi Kuri when I get up there Naota-KUN!!"
His father? His Grandpa? Alive? What was going on? A dream? It had to be.
His features did not loose any intensity with this revelation, but the the reasoning behind that instensity flashed back to a raging embarassment with a blood red blush on his face.
"Oooohh, is Takkun turning all red? How about purple? I bet I could make you purple,haheha.."
That's it for now. I have to cater to those with short attention spans too y'know? So FOO back at me. I'm a biiiiiiig Hypocrite huh? Cliffhangers are more fun. I want to eat. I have candy under my cot. I'm going to eat candy after my shift is over and upload this friggin thing. Iraq sucks because the internet cafe keeps going down and I barely have time to write anything with my asshole superiors yanking me all over the place to fix thier idiotic computer mishaps. Well at least they can fight. I fix your computer and you kill everyone that's the deal. I hate my job.
More coming soon so don't frikkin breathe until I say so!!!....ok breathe but don't get complacent. Sugar! I need sugar now!!!!!