What Happens Now?
Summary: Naota is a normal, bored, 14 year old teenager with an interesting past. Through the years no one has reminded him about the past, nor was the past brought up... until now.
Authors Note: Maybe this chapter will make it less confusing... hopefully... Umm if you're wondering why I named the first chapter CLiCk, it's simple... well kind of. The first Chapter is about Naota thinking of Mamimi. It's been about two years since he last saw her so he forgot about her completely. Then suddenly, she's brought up again. CLiCk is just another way to say "Thoughts of Mamimi." ummm... but I don't think this is a "only Mamimi" fic. I'm going to try to make it a "Everybody" fic.... Well I said Try. LoL Depends which character is in my head more.
Two: I Hate Sour Stuff
I tapped the table of my desk. Were can that boy be? He's late again, well that's normal. I want my magazine back. I looked at my homeroom teacher who was sleeping. My dad should get better people to teach us. How am I suppose to get a good education with Teachers who don't even teach?
I glanced back at the door and saw a silhouette of a boy. That better be who I think it is. The door slide open and Naota came in, breathing heavily. He looked at the teacher ready to blame his father, but noticed he was sleeping and walked to the desk next to me.
"My magazine." I said in my normal voice. He glared at me and looked through his back pack.
"Here." He threw it on my desk and sat down on his seat.
"Where did you get the magazine?" Naota asked, his eyes still on the zine.
"The book store. I saw Mamimi's picture and I remembered how she use to hang out with you. I went through the zine and I loved all the pictures she took. I Envy her." I replied as flipped through the pages, making sure nothing was damgaed.
Naota shook his head.
"She's just a 19 year old who still acts like she's 10. She's never mature and she acts like a baby." I looked at Naota and smirked.
"Are you saying I'm better?" I see him blush and I laugh harder.
"Yes-no. Damn, be quite." He growled and I just smiled.
"I hear from people who knew her, her life sucked. Most of them regret what they did to her." I mumbled. This information seemed to catch Naota's attention.
"Are you stocking her or something? You shouldn't butt-in other people's lives." Was he getting mad? I looked at him and pushed him on the forehead with one finger. He fell to the ground.
"What's the big idea?!" He said through his clenched teeth. I looked at him. I'm so bored with this.
"She's famous, smarty. I'm in journalism. The principal told me to do an article on Mamimi Samejima, since she went to this high school. They barely found out about her fame this week. Since this is one of those 'never heard of' towns, we get news late and I mean really late. The magazine that I showed you was an old issue from a three months ago." Naota looked at the magazine nodded. "I interviewed her parents. They didn't care she ran away, or that she's famous. They think it's just luck. Do you have anything to add?"
"When Onnichan and Mamimi were dating, she was always at the house. Her parents and her didn't get along really well." Naota said, a hint of bitterness in her voice. I looked at the, now, 14 year old boy.
"You care about her?" I smiled. He frowned as he looked at me.
"No, I just feel guilty. Onnichan made me promise to take care of her, and I just told her to go away. I knew about her crappy life, but I didn't care." I looked at him. I know that my eyes have soften.
"I still envy her." I said, letting out a heavy sigh, "She smiled even though her days were bad. Even though the two guys she fell in love with broke her heart. I could never do that." I noticed that Naota was quieter then before. He was feeling worse.
"I could never do it either." He mumbled. I laughed at him.
"You get mad and upset when people act like kids."
I looked up and saw the teacher was waking up. I sighed as he rang a bell for the classes attention.
I heard him call out roll, so I listened for my name.
"Ninamori, Eri."
"Here. By the way, Naota was late." I replied.
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I walked across the bridge angry as the girl next of me said nothing.
"Why did you tell him I was late! Because of you, I had to stay after school." I yelled. She turned and looked at me.
"It was true though." She gave me a small smile. I screamed in anger.
"You're so stupid!" I yelled.
"But you love me that way." She smirked. I blushed and she laughed again.
We reached the Soda Machine and I shoved my hand in my pocket for change. Ninamori got a fruity drink. I shoved my coins in the slot and thought of what to get. Maybe something bitter. I was about to press the bottom, but a pale hand pressed it for me. But it wasn't the one he wanted. It was something sour. The hand grabbed my soda. I frowned.
"Ninamori! You know I hate sour things!" I said as I turned around
Out of no where, there was a flash of light. I looked around and I saw a girl, 19, leaning towards the soda machine drinking my soda.
"Click." She said simply. She laughed. The 19 year old was wearing a red t-shirt that said 'CLiCk' and a really short black sailor skirt. She wore everyday tennis shoes and carried a black bag, that probably held her camera. Her hair was let down and reached her mid back.
"Mamimi?" I whispered. She smiled.
"Hi Ta-kun!" She laughed. "Here." She handed me a the can of soda. I just started at it.
"It's yours, isn't it?" I took it and looked at Ninamori.
"It's your money you're wasting if you don't drink it." She said as she finished her drink. Mamimi saw Ninamori and smiled.
"I'm Mamimi! Nice to meet you. Any friend of Ta-kun is a friend of Mamimi!" She said happily as she stuck out her hand. Ninamori looked at her for awhile and smiled as she shook Mamimi's hand.
"I'm Eri Ninamori, but everyone called me Ninamori." She paused and took out a magazine. "Can you sign this for me? I'm a big fan of yours. I was also wondering if I can interview you for my high school's news paper." Mamimi laughed and jumped in the air.
"Sure!" She signed the magazine and returned it. "Where do you want to meet for my interview? This is so cool! Mamimi loves interviews!"
I watched Mamimi.
"Why are you staring at me Ta-kun?" She asked in her normal childish tone. I blushed. How many times do I need to turn red?! I took a deep breath before I spoke.
"You look different, that's all." I said, looking away. Mamimi began to laugh. She jumped in the air and hugged me tightly. From the corner of my eyes I could see Ninamori look at us awkwardly.
"Let me go! Why do you have to do this?!" I screamed Struggling. She giggled and let go.
"You know why." she replied. She no longer hand to bend her back to put her head on my shoulder.
"Ta-kun grew. He's tall now." I hear her mumble.
I look straight ahead at nothing.
"Why are you here, Mamimi?" She lifted her head so we looked at each other eye to eye. She kissed my ear and rested her head on my shoulder.
"I got a letter." She giggled. "Your brother is coming, Ta-kun."
My eyes went from nothing to the can of sour soda that I held.
"I hate sour stuff." I said. Then I drank it, all.
Authors Notes: Should I continue? Only if you guys want me to. If I do continue, you guys get to find out why Naota's brother is coming back, Why was Mamimi the first to know, Why she came back for him when they both broke her heart, If the Evil Alien Woman had something to do with this.
Summary: Naota is a normal, bored, 14 year old teenager with an interesting past. Through the years no one has reminded him about the past, nor was the past brought up... until now.
Authors Note: Maybe this chapter will make it less confusing... hopefully... Umm if you're wondering why I named the first chapter CLiCk, it's simple... well kind of. The first Chapter is about Naota thinking of Mamimi. It's been about two years since he last saw her so he forgot about her completely. Then suddenly, she's brought up again. CLiCk is just another way to say "Thoughts of Mamimi." ummm... but I don't think this is a "only Mamimi" fic. I'm going to try to make it a "Everybody" fic.... Well I said Try. LoL Depends which character is in my head more.
Two: I Hate Sour Stuff
I tapped the table of my desk. Were can that boy be? He's late again, well that's normal. I want my magazine back. I looked at my homeroom teacher who was sleeping. My dad should get better people to teach us. How am I suppose to get a good education with Teachers who don't even teach?
I glanced back at the door and saw a silhouette of a boy. That better be who I think it is. The door slide open and Naota came in, breathing heavily. He looked at the teacher ready to blame his father, but noticed he was sleeping and walked to the desk next to me.
"My magazine." I said in my normal voice. He glared at me and looked through his back pack.
"Here." He threw it on my desk and sat down on his seat.
"Where did you get the magazine?" Naota asked, his eyes still on the zine.
"The book store. I saw Mamimi's picture and I remembered how she use to hang out with you. I went through the zine and I loved all the pictures she took. I Envy her." I replied as flipped through the pages, making sure nothing was damgaed.
Naota shook his head.
"She's just a 19 year old who still acts like she's 10. She's never mature and she acts like a baby." I looked at Naota and smirked.
"Are you saying I'm better?" I see him blush and I laugh harder.
"Yes-no. Damn, be quite." He growled and I just smiled.
"I hear from people who knew her, her life sucked. Most of them regret what they did to her." I mumbled. This information seemed to catch Naota's attention.
"Are you stocking her or something? You shouldn't butt-in other people's lives." Was he getting mad? I looked at him and pushed him on the forehead with one finger. He fell to the ground.
"What's the big idea?!" He said through his clenched teeth. I looked at him. I'm so bored with this.
"She's famous, smarty. I'm in journalism. The principal told me to do an article on Mamimi Samejima, since she went to this high school. They barely found out about her fame this week. Since this is one of those 'never heard of' towns, we get news late and I mean really late. The magazine that I showed you was an old issue from a three months ago." Naota looked at the magazine nodded. "I interviewed her parents. They didn't care she ran away, or that she's famous. They think it's just luck. Do you have anything to add?"
"When Onnichan and Mamimi were dating, she was always at the house. Her parents and her didn't get along really well." Naota said, a hint of bitterness in her voice. I looked at the, now, 14 year old boy.
"You care about her?" I smiled. He frowned as he looked at me.
"No, I just feel guilty. Onnichan made me promise to take care of her, and I just told her to go away. I knew about her crappy life, but I didn't care." I looked at him. I know that my eyes have soften.
"I still envy her." I said, letting out a heavy sigh, "She smiled even though her days were bad. Even though the two guys she fell in love with broke her heart. I could never do that." I noticed that Naota was quieter then before. He was feeling worse.
"I could never do it either." He mumbled. I laughed at him.
"You get mad and upset when people act like kids."
I looked up and saw the teacher was waking up. I sighed as he rang a bell for the classes attention.
I heard him call out roll, so I listened for my name.
"Ninamori, Eri."
"Here. By the way, Naota was late." I replied.
-----
I walked across the bridge angry as the girl next of me said nothing.
"Why did you tell him I was late! Because of you, I had to stay after school." I yelled. She turned and looked at me.
"It was true though." She gave me a small smile. I screamed in anger.
"You're so stupid!" I yelled.
"But you love me that way." She smirked. I blushed and she laughed again.
We reached the Soda Machine and I shoved my hand in my pocket for change. Ninamori got a fruity drink. I shoved my coins in the slot and thought of what to get. Maybe something bitter. I was about to press the bottom, but a pale hand pressed it for me. But it wasn't the one he wanted. It was something sour. The hand grabbed my soda. I frowned.
"Ninamori! You know I hate sour things!" I said as I turned around
Out of no where, there was a flash of light. I looked around and I saw a girl, 19, leaning towards the soda machine drinking my soda.
"Click." She said simply. She laughed. The 19 year old was wearing a red t-shirt that said 'CLiCk' and a really short black sailor skirt. She wore everyday tennis shoes and carried a black bag, that probably held her camera. Her hair was let down and reached her mid back.
"Mamimi?" I whispered. She smiled.
"Hi Ta-kun!" She laughed. "Here." She handed me a the can of soda. I just started at it.
"It's yours, isn't it?" I took it and looked at Ninamori.
"It's your money you're wasting if you don't drink it." She said as she finished her drink. Mamimi saw Ninamori and smiled.
"I'm Mamimi! Nice to meet you. Any friend of Ta-kun is a friend of Mamimi!" She said happily as she stuck out her hand. Ninamori looked at her for awhile and smiled as she shook Mamimi's hand.
"I'm Eri Ninamori, but everyone called me Ninamori." She paused and took out a magazine. "Can you sign this for me? I'm a big fan of yours. I was also wondering if I can interview you for my high school's news paper." Mamimi laughed and jumped in the air.
"Sure!" She signed the magazine and returned it. "Where do you want to meet for my interview? This is so cool! Mamimi loves interviews!"
I watched Mamimi.
"Why are you staring at me Ta-kun?" She asked in her normal childish tone. I blushed. How many times do I need to turn red?! I took a deep breath before I spoke.
"You look different, that's all." I said, looking away. Mamimi began to laugh. She jumped in the air and hugged me tightly. From the corner of my eyes I could see Ninamori look at us awkwardly.
"Let me go! Why do you have to do this?!" I screamed Struggling. She giggled and let go.
"You know why." she replied. She no longer hand to bend her back to put her head on my shoulder.
"Ta-kun grew. He's tall now." I hear her mumble.
I look straight ahead at nothing.
"Why are you here, Mamimi?" She lifted her head so we looked at each other eye to eye. She kissed my ear and rested her head on my shoulder.
"I got a letter." She giggled. "Your brother is coming, Ta-kun."
My eyes went from nothing to the can of sour soda that I held.
"I hate sour stuff." I said. Then I drank it, all.
Authors Notes: Should I continue? Only if you guys want me to. If I do continue, you guys get to find out why Naota's brother is coming back, Why was Mamimi the first to know, Why she came back for him when they both broke her heart, If the Evil Alien Woman had something to do with this.