xiiii. she's losing it
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Lisa knows a girl who's been abused
it changed her philosophy in '82
she's always looking for a fight
she keeps the neighbors up all night
The doors burst open, and Nakuru ran outside as fast as she could.
{ run, run, as fast as you can, you can't catch me I'm }
"Nakuru-san!"
Nakuru turned, hair whipping around her face and getting caught in her mouth. She spat it out delicately, then looked down, her eyes trailing from the pale hand that had stopped her up to the arm it was attatched to, to the shoulder, the neck, the head, the face...
The face. Nakuru knew that face.
It was Sakura!
Nakuru blinked, confused. Last time she had seen her, her innards where being devoured by Nakuru's Id. The Sakura that stood in front of her was cheerful, smiling, and jabbering excitedly, taking Nakuru by the wrist and leading her to a woody clearing.
A crowd of people looked up, and began cheering.
I go to her when I'm feeling slack
the girl's using me as a punching bag
I think that I could help her out
But the girl's got a lot to be mad about.
Kaho began to clap politely, a smile on her face. On her elbow was Eriol, smiling serenly, head tilted to one side. Then there was Sakura's family (Touya-kun! Nakuru's heart skipped a beat), Yukito (her once-excited heartbeat dropped depressingly), Tomoyo, Tomoyo's family...
On and on.
Tomoyo, in a lacy white Victorian little girl's dress, bounced to Nakuru, and, shouting about "The meal! The food! The sweets! Oh, you'll love it!", led Nakuru to a heavy table cartoonishly carved out of wood, jam-packed with towers of exotic foods and drinks. It made Nakuru's stomach grumble and, with a shock, she realized she hadn't eaten in days.
Nakuru was pushed into a throne-like chair at the head of the table. Dazed, she protested, but the guests shrilly insisted that the "guest of honor" should sit there. Wearily, Nakuru picked up her oversized cloth napkin (tucking it primly into her collar), and began to serve herself.
It was messy, fast, and confusing. Everyone was reaching for food, stuffing it into their faces (like animals, Nakuru thought with silent dread), and talking at breakneck speeds.
Oh, dear, Nakuru thought absent-mindedly. How ever did my fork get into Kinomoto-san's hand?
She smoothed her ragged skirt down.
A red-haired woman clothed in an immaculate white lab coat, appeared next to Nakuru. She threw her glasses behind Nakuru's shoulder (Suppi-chan poked his eye with the shards until it burst), and began to enthusiastically shake Nakuru's hand, blubbering about how "grateful I am to you, afterall, you're not a bad experiment You destroyed it! You destroyed it! Everyone," she shouted, "she destroyed it!"
The phrase was picked up as a chant, loud voices chiming together: "SHE DESTROYED IT! SHE DESTROYED IT!"
"Destroyed what?" Nakuru asked. Her timid voice was drowned out in the cries of glee.
Kaho leaned forward, a slouched top hat in violent shades of orange and green atop her head. "So," she asked breathlessly, "what happened to the music box?"
"What music box?"
"EVERYONE - SHE DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT THE MUSIC BOX!"
And in her first moment of waking up
she knows she's losing it, yeah, she's losing it
When the first cup of coffee feels like washing up
She knows she's losing it, yeah, she's losing it
yeah, she's losing it
Nakuru slumped in her chair, head in hands. She had a dreadful headache.
Next to her, Yukito fell face first into his giant bowl of lumpy yellowy porridge. She hoped he drowned in it, like the drunks that die in their own vomit.
She shuddered and adjusted her tiara.
"The next dish," the waiter announced, "will be Suppi-chan."
Lisa met Chelsea at the knocking school
Chelsea didn't feel like following the rules.
So they left the place for another school
Where the boys go with boys and the girls with girls.
"Enough!" Nakuru shouted. "Enough!"
The crowd looked at her.
"It's my party and I'll cry if I want to!"
"Aw," Tomoyo whispered, "Isn't she cute."
"It." Sakura corrected her. "It."
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"4,9094, 4,9095, 4,9096, 4,9097, 4,9098, 4,9099, 5,000!"
Nakuru looked up from the path.
"Well, I'm home!"
She hoped everyone was comfortable in their graves.
Chelsea was the girl who's been abused
it changed her philosophy in '82
she says, "Inch for inch, and pound by pound"
Who needs boys when there's Lisa 'round?"
Nakuru woke up, crying in her bed.
"Where am I?" she mewled to Kaho.
"We found you by the creek, with a head injury," Kaho replied, not answering Nakuru's question at all.
And in the first moment of her waking up
She knows she's losing it, yeah she's losing it
When the first cup of coffee tastes like washing up
She knows she's losing it, yeah she's losing it
She goes to the mirror to put on her stuff
She knows she's losing it, oh yeah she's losing it
When she doesn't speak to anyone till four 0' clock
She knows she's losing it, yeah she's losing it
"Nakuru," she said sternly to her reflection as she untangled her hair, finding a note written in a crimson ink, "you're losing it."
The doors to a theater in the middle of the woods opened.
Nakuru burned the note, not even reading it.
"Nakuru," she said sternly to her reflection, "Don't think like that. You're losing it."
Oh, yeah, she's losing it.
T H E E N D
It's...over. Wow. This really was a journey for me: a real learning experience.
THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED! I appreciate it with all my heart.
The next chapter after this will just be an omake/epilogue thing with Nakuru telling everyone the songs used in this story.
butterflydreaming - Recently, a friend of mine got me into Franz Ferdinand. They're great!
Infamous Monk - Sequel? grins Perhaps in the future...
Cygna Hime - Sorry about the formatting. hangs head I couldn't look at it for the longest time because I was on vacation...
Everyone else...thank you, thank you, thank you!