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Chapter 3 - Picture Perfect
Naota winced in pain as he felt Spike's hand clasping tighter and tighter around his scrawny little ankle. The next thing he knew, he was flat on his back on the floor. "Oww," he groaned, rubbing his bruised ankle. "What the HELL is the matter with you, Nandaba?" Naota sat up and stared at him nervously. "Well!!?" Spike shouted louder. "Nothing." Naota mumbled. Spike was getting more and more frustrated and angry at Naota's silence. "Then why the hell are you taking NAKED pictures of me, you dumb ass!" Naota still was silent. Spike's frustration took the better of him. "You don't want to talk?!!" he yelled. "Well maybe I can beat a confession out of you, huh?" He grabbed the little boy up by his shirt collar and punched him in the stomach. He dropped him, and as Naota was stumbling on his feet and holding his stomach, Spike punched him in the face. Naota fell on his butt and covered his bleeding nose with one hand. "It was Haruko." the boy said calmly. "She has my History project and threatened to burn it if I didn't take your picture. Sorry." Spike sighed loudly. "How did I know?" he muttered. Spike turned around and began to leave. "You don't move." he said. Naota started to search his pockets for the pictures that he took. "Where are they?" he muttered. Spike looked at him quizzically, and then smirked slightly. "Lookin' for these?" he snickered, and pulled three pictures out of his inside pocket. Naota ran up and tried to snatch the pictures out of his hand, but Spike just lifted his arm higher at every attempt he made "Nice try....ooo, too slow...try jumping a little higher next time." Spike teased. "I'm a magician, you know." "No, you're just a good thief." Naota said. "Don't push your luck, Nandaba. I think I'll keep these photos with me, after all." he said. He began to dig in his gym locker, pulling out his clothes. "Dammit, where's my jacket? Ah, never mind, there it is." Spike threw on his clothes and started to leave. As soon as he opened the door Haruko tackled him down. "It's Spike!" she yelled. "Oh, Spike I haven't talked to you for a long long time." Spike shoved her off of him. "Will you PLEASE leave me alone!" He began to leave towards the parking lot, dragging along Haruko, who was now attached to his waist. Unnoticed to everyone except Naota, a piece of paper fluttered to the ground. It was a picture He hurried up and picked it up, hoping that it was one of the ones he took. "Maybe I can get my homework back." he thought to himself. He looked at the picture, but it wasn't what he expected. Instead of Spike's bare butt he saw a slightly younger version of him smiling cheerfully, hugging a girl about Naota's age. She had long, curly blonde hair and was wearing a brown coat and a white t-shirt (he couldn't see anything below the waist because that's were the picture stopped). He looked at the back of the picture and saw a sloppily written date and names. "This picture was taken two years ago." he thought to himself. "The name sounds kind of familiar too...Julia... maybe that's the girl Ed was telling me about...."
"EDWARD, I THINK I BROKE THE COMPUTER!!!" a woman screamed up the steps. "WHAT!" Ed screamed. She barreled down the steps at full speed, until she reached the fifth or so step. Then she pushed off from the banister and jumped over the lady's head, making a perfect ten point landing at the bottom of the steps. "Ed, you've got to stop doing that! You're going to hurt yourself!" Ed wasn't paying her much mind. "Mom-lady broke the computer!!?" She ran over to the computer and typed some stuff into it. "Fixed!" she grinned. Her mother smiled. "Were is Spike, anyway?" she asked Ed. "He should be home by now." As if by magic, Spike walked inside. He saw his mother and sister and absentmindedly waved to them. Their mother sighed. "Spike, dinner will be ready at seven, okay." Spike nodded and went up the stairs to his room.
"Wow, you really got the crap beaten out of you, huh." Naota's father laughed. "Wah-" "You know what I think you need....you need to bulk up, that's what you need. You can beat up that bully with a nice punch in the gut!" He hopped up and started thrashing around like a madman. "Hai! Hai! Hai! Hai-yah!" Naota just groaned. "I'll be in my room."
Sorry it's so short! ~shadow
Chapter 3 - Picture Perfect
Naota winced in pain as he felt Spike's hand clasping tighter and tighter around his scrawny little ankle. The next thing he knew, he was flat on his back on the floor. "Oww," he groaned, rubbing his bruised ankle. "What the HELL is the matter with you, Nandaba?" Naota sat up and stared at him nervously. "Well!!?" Spike shouted louder. "Nothing." Naota mumbled. Spike was getting more and more frustrated and angry at Naota's silence. "Then why the hell are you taking NAKED pictures of me, you dumb ass!" Naota still was silent. Spike's frustration took the better of him. "You don't want to talk?!!" he yelled. "Well maybe I can beat a confession out of you, huh?" He grabbed the little boy up by his shirt collar and punched him in the stomach. He dropped him, and as Naota was stumbling on his feet and holding his stomach, Spike punched him in the face. Naota fell on his butt and covered his bleeding nose with one hand. "It was Haruko." the boy said calmly. "She has my History project and threatened to burn it if I didn't take your picture. Sorry." Spike sighed loudly. "How did I know?" he muttered. Spike turned around and began to leave. "You don't move." he said. Naota started to search his pockets for the pictures that he took. "Where are they?" he muttered. Spike looked at him quizzically, and then smirked slightly. "Lookin' for these?" he snickered, and pulled three pictures out of his inside pocket. Naota ran up and tried to snatch the pictures out of his hand, but Spike just lifted his arm higher at every attempt he made "Nice try....ooo, too slow...try jumping a little higher next time." Spike teased. "I'm a magician, you know." "No, you're just a good thief." Naota said. "Don't push your luck, Nandaba. I think I'll keep these photos with me, after all." he said. He began to dig in his gym locker, pulling out his clothes. "Dammit, where's my jacket? Ah, never mind, there it is." Spike threw on his clothes and started to leave. As soon as he opened the door Haruko tackled him down. "It's Spike!" she yelled. "Oh, Spike I haven't talked to you for a long long time." Spike shoved her off of him. "Will you PLEASE leave me alone!" He began to leave towards the parking lot, dragging along Haruko, who was now attached to his waist. Unnoticed to everyone except Naota, a piece of paper fluttered to the ground. It was a picture He hurried up and picked it up, hoping that it was one of the ones he took. "Maybe I can get my homework back." he thought to himself. He looked at the picture, but it wasn't what he expected. Instead of Spike's bare butt he saw a slightly younger version of him smiling cheerfully, hugging a girl about Naota's age. She had long, curly blonde hair and was wearing a brown coat and a white t-shirt (he couldn't see anything below the waist because that's were the picture stopped). He looked at the back of the picture and saw a sloppily written date and names. "This picture was taken two years ago." he thought to himself. "The name sounds kind of familiar too...Julia... maybe that's the girl Ed was telling me about...."
"EDWARD, I THINK I BROKE THE COMPUTER!!!" a woman screamed up the steps. "WHAT!" Ed screamed. She barreled down the steps at full speed, until she reached the fifth or so step. Then she pushed off from the banister and jumped over the lady's head, making a perfect ten point landing at the bottom of the steps. "Ed, you've got to stop doing that! You're going to hurt yourself!" Ed wasn't paying her much mind. "Mom-lady broke the computer!!?" She ran over to the computer and typed some stuff into it. "Fixed!" she grinned. Her mother smiled. "Were is Spike, anyway?" she asked Ed. "He should be home by now." As if by magic, Spike walked inside. He saw his mother and sister and absentmindedly waved to them. Their mother sighed. "Spike, dinner will be ready at seven, okay." Spike nodded and went up the stairs to his room.
"Wow, you really got the crap beaten out of you, huh." Naota's father laughed. "Wah-" "You know what I think you need....you need to bulk up, that's what you need. You can beat up that bully with a nice punch in the gut!" He hopped up and started thrashing around like a madman. "Hai! Hai! Hai! Hai-yah!" Naota just groaned. "I'll be in my room."
Sorry it's so short! ~shadow