Greetings, loyal readers! Before I begin, I must first state that all
disclaimers apply to this fic. Furi Kuri and its characters do not belong
to me, nor will they ever. This makes me very sad. This fic, however, is
mine mine mine, all mine! And I hope you all enjoy it thoroughly. Read on
true believers!
FURI KURI; THE SEQUEL
AC/DC YOU SHOOK ME ALL NIGHT LONG lyrics
She was a fast machine
She kept her motor clean
She was the best damn woman I had ever seen
She had the sightless eyes
Telling me no lies
Knockin' me out with those American thighs
Taking more than her share
Had me fighting for air
She told me to come but I was already there
'Cause the walls start shaking
The earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were makin it and you -
Shook me all night long
AC/DC
Naota Nandaba, 21 years old, walked through the doors into the coffee shop. The pleasant aroma of cinnamon and java rose to his nostrils. He smiled to himself, took a long, deep breath. He always stopped in here after classes. The atmosphere was soothing. Today, he was pleasantly surprised to see Mamimi sitting at the counter. She noticed him at the same exact same moment. "Naota!" Mamimi said as she waved to him. He strolled over and sat down next to her at the counter. He leaned his bass up against the wall, and ordered himself a coffee. He eyed her camera curiously.
"Take any good pictures today?"
"Not really" she said with a rather sour look, "I was on assignment in Mabase."
"Really? How is the old place?"
"Wrecked. The Medical Mechanica factory exploded this morning." Naota almost choked on his coffee. He coughed for a moment, punching his chest as he tried to regain his posture. He looked up at her, red faced and disbelieving.
"What?"
"You mean you didn't hear anything about it?" She titled her head to the side questioningly, and when he didn't answer her for several seconds she continued. "The whole thing is gone. It must have been a really big explosion. They had the whole place cordoned off. I had to take most of the shots from a hill nearby; they wouldn't even let me in. And I'm the press, damn it!" She took a long drag of her cigarette. Naota eyed her, disapprovingly.
"I thought you said you were going to quit...again."
"Yeah, well, today was really stressful. They help me relax."
"Do they know what happened?"
"Not really" she took a sip of coffee and continued without even looking at him, "I tried to get some information, but the details are sketchy. Whatever it was, the Medical Mechanica is scared stiff. I did talk to one person though, this nice woman named Kitsurubami. She was helpful. She told me that there were tread marks all over the place."
"Tread marks? You mean like car?"
"No, she said, get this, that they looked more like tread marks from a motor scooter."
"M-motor scooter..." at this, Naota's face went pale. "Yeah. It was weird. Her boss, this weird guy with really big eyebrows came over and started yelling at us before she could tell me anymore." Naota leaned against the counter, his head resting on his hand. All these events together gave him the most horrific images. He had been trying to bury the Vespa riding, havoc wreaking form of Haruko somewhere deep in his mind, away from the pleasant calmness of his current life. It had been a long time since he had watched her flying off into the sky on her scooter. For a while, he had wished with all his heart that she would come back. But eventually he had started to see life without her for what it was: peaceful. He did not have to worry about crashing satellites, raging aliens, or things leaping out of his head now. The mere thought of all that happening again sent chills down his spine.
"Naota? Hey, Naota! You awake!" Mamimi shook his shoulder, trying to get his attention again. It woke him from his thoughts, and he turned his attention back to her.
"Oh, sorry. I was um...just thinking."
"I was just asking, are you going to be playing tonight?" She looked at his guitar, and then back up at him. He hesitated before answering.
"Um...not tonight, Mamimi. I'm feeling a little ill all of a sudden."
"Hm, that's too bad. I was looking forward to hearing you play. I swear, Naota, there aren't two people alive who can do what you do with that thing." She reached out for the bass, but he quickly grabbed it and pulled it away from her reach.
"Don't!" he said urgently. She pulled back, surprised, and eyed him curiously. "Heh, sorry..." he said after placing it back down. "I...don't like people touching it. Its kind of important to me."
"No problem. I feel the same exact way about my camera. Just don't freak out like that again."
"Sorry."
They sat in silence, sipping their coffee. Naota tried his best to forget everything she had just told him.
"What a complete and total mess" Commander Amarao muttered as he kicked up some dirt. He and Kitsurubami were still investigating the wreckage of the Mabase factory. The twisted metal and smoking debris was rather haunting in the light of the setting sun, and they both felt quite uncomfortable there.
"Hard to say exactly what happened" Kitsurubami said as she examined some of the wreckage. "It looks like a hundred pound bomb went off, but there are no signs of shrapnel or explosives anywhere. It's almost like the place just spontaneously combusted." She knelt down at took a hard look at some of the tread marks that were scattered all over the grounds. "And these tire marks! It's almost like..."
"Don't even say it!" Amarao shouted at her. "I don't even want to hear her name!"
"...like a group of rampaging terrorists on motor-scooters buzzed through here" she added with a nervous giggle. Amarao gave her a friendly nod and turned back to whatever he was doing. "Hm...those eyebrows..." Kitsurubami thought to herself as she stared at his back.
"Hey" Amarao said suddenly, "These marks over here weren't made by any scooter." Kitsurubami ran over and joined her boss, bending down to examine some tire marks that had been dug deep I into the ground. He was right; they marks were deeper than a scooter's would be, and they had a more distinctive tread pattern.
"Then what could have made them?" she said as she took a sample of the soil to be analyzed.
"These look more like they were made by...a motorcycle" Amarao said. He cocked one of his large eyebrows, and scratched his chin.
Naota sighed as he trudged his way home. The sun had dipped over the horizon, but the whole sky was still filled with orange and pink light. He dragged his feet lightly along the curb as he walked, lost in thought. He wondered if it was at all possible that everything Mamimi had told him was somehow connected to him. The Medical Mechanica factory, and the scooter tread marks all sounded characteristic of Haruko. But why would she have destroyed the factory? And if she was back, why hadn't he noticed?
He shook his head, thrust all those thoughts aside. There was no way, simply no way it could be happening. It was just all a matter of coincidence, that was all. And it had nothing at all to do with him.
As he fumbled for the keys to enter his apartment building, the sound of a motor scooter coming down the street caught him. He froze, clenched his teeth. The hairs on the back of his neck all stood straight, his knees trembled beneath his body. His mind attempted to order his neck to move, for his head to turn, but his body refused to respond. As the sound grew closer, he closed his eyes tight and tried as hard as he could not think of what was inevitably dominating his thoughts.
"Its not Haruko, its not Haruko, its not Haruko..." he muttered to himself as the sound came to a halt directly behind him. He heard the scooter's engine stop, heard the sound of footsteps coming up behind him. He hunched over, tightened up, and waited for it...
"Hello Naota. Having trouble getting in?" He opened his eyes at the sound of the familiar voice of his landlady alongside him. He turned his head, saw her wearing a helmet and a pair of goggles. He arched his neck, looked behind him, and saw her green scooter parked at the curb.
"No...no ma'am. Just thinking about something." She gave him a skeptical look, and went inside. Once she had vanished behind the doors, Naota let out a great breath and slumped down onto the street, his back against the concrete wall of the building for a moment. He scolded himself mentally for getting so worked up over nothing. After a few moments recuperating, he gathered up his guitar and backpack and entered his building.
Within moments, he was standing in front of his apartment door. He turned the key in the lock and opened the door. He stepped in and squinted against the growing darkness. He reached for the light switch. The moment the lights were on, he was attacked.
A pair of monstrously strong arms coiled around him from behind and hoisted him up off his feet. They gave him a ferocious squeeze that almost knocked the air out of him. Naota squirmed until the arms released him. He was dropped roughly onto the floor, bumping his head in the process. He scrambled back against the wall and looked up to see who his assailant was. The sight that filled his eyes sent a cold stab into his gut, and he felt his heart stop beating for a moment.
"Takuuuuun! Surpriiiiiiiiiise!" an all too familiar, high pitched voice squealed as those two arms hauled him back up and gave him another back-breaking glomp.
"H-Haruko!" he stuttered between his gasping for air. She gave him one final tight squeeze and let him drop to the floor again.
"Its me! Back, and as beautiful as ever, if I must say so myself! And look at you, all grown up. Maybe I won't be able to kick your butt anyone. Oh, never mind, its so good to see yooooouuuuu!" she hopped onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Did you miss me?" she said, batting her eyelashes at him innocently.
Naota stammered for something to say, and then feinted.
FURI KURI; THE SEQUEL
AC/DC YOU SHOOK ME ALL NIGHT LONG lyrics
She was a fast machine
She kept her motor clean
She was the best damn woman I had ever seen
She had the sightless eyes
Telling me no lies
Knockin' me out with those American thighs
Taking more than her share
Had me fighting for air
She told me to come but I was already there
'Cause the walls start shaking
The earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were makin it and you -
Shook me all night long
AC/DC
Naota Nandaba, 21 years old, walked through the doors into the coffee shop. The pleasant aroma of cinnamon and java rose to his nostrils. He smiled to himself, took a long, deep breath. He always stopped in here after classes. The atmosphere was soothing. Today, he was pleasantly surprised to see Mamimi sitting at the counter. She noticed him at the same exact same moment. "Naota!" Mamimi said as she waved to him. He strolled over and sat down next to her at the counter. He leaned his bass up against the wall, and ordered himself a coffee. He eyed her camera curiously.
"Take any good pictures today?"
"Not really" she said with a rather sour look, "I was on assignment in Mabase."
"Really? How is the old place?"
"Wrecked. The Medical Mechanica factory exploded this morning." Naota almost choked on his coffee. He coughed for a moment, punching his chest as he tried to regain his posture. He looked up at her, red faced and disbelieving.
"What?"
"You mean you didn't hear anything about it?" She titled her head to the side questioningly, and when he didn't answer her for several seconds she continued. "The whole thing is gone. It must have been a really big explosion. They had the whole place cordoned off. I had to take most of the shots from a hill nearby; they wouldn't even let me in. And I'm the press, damn it!" She took a long drag of her cigarette. Naota eyed her, disapprovingly.
"I thought you said you were going to quit...again."
"Yeah, well, today was really stressful. They help me relax."
"Do they know what happened?"
"Not really" she took a sip of coffee and continued without even looking at him, "I tried to get some information, but the details are sketchy. Whatever it was, the Medical Mechanica is scared stiff. I did talk to one person though, this nice woman named Kitsurubami. She was helpful. She told me that there were tread marks all over the place."
"Tread marks? You mean like car?"
"No, she said, get this, that they looked more like tread marks from a motor scooter."
"M-motor scooter..." at this, Naota's face went pale. "Yeah. It was weird. Her boss, this weird guy with really big eyebrows came over and started yelling at us before she could tell me anymore." Naota leaned against the counter, his head resting on his hand. All these events together gave him the most horrific images. He had been trying to bury the Vespa riding, havoc wreaking form of Haruko somewhere deep in his mind, away from the pleasant calmness of his current life. It had been a long time since he had watched her flying off into the sky on her scooter. For a while, he had wished with all his heart that she would come back. But eventually he had started to see life without her for what it was: peaceful. He did not have to worry about crashing satellites, raging aliens, or things leaping out of his head now. The mere thought of all that happening again sent chills down his spine.
"Naota? Hey, Naota! You awake!" Mamimi shook his shoulder, trying to get his attention again. It woke him from his thoughts, and he turned his attention back to her.
"Oh, sorry. I was um...just thinking."
"I was just asking, are you going to be playing tonight?" She looked at his guitar, and then back up at him. He hesitated before answering.
"Um...not tonight, Mamimi. I'm feeling a little ill all of a sudden."
"Hm, that's too bad. I was looking forward to hearing you play. I swear, Naota, there aren't two people alive who can do what you do with that thing." She reached out for the bass, but he quickly grabbed it and pulled it away from her reach.
"Don't!" he said urgently. She pulled back, surprised, and eyed him curiously. "Heh, sorry..." he said after placing it back down. "I...don't like people touching it. Its kind of important to me."
"No problem. I feel the same exact way about my camera. Just don't freak out like that again."
"Sorry."
They sat in silence, sipping their coffee. Naota tried his best to forget everything she had just told him.
"What a complete and total mess" Commander Amarao muttered as he kicked up some dirt. He and Kitsurubami were still investigating the wreckage of the Mabase factory. The twisted metal and smoking debris was rather haunting in the light of the setting sun, and they both felt quite uncomfortable there.
"Hard to say exactly what happened" Kitsurubami said as she examined some of the wreckage. "It looks like a hundred pound bomb went off, but there are no signs of shrapnel or explosives anywhere. It's almost like the place just spontaneously combusted." She knelt down at took a hard look at some of the tread marks that were scattered all over the grounds. "And these tire marks! It's almost like..."
"Don't even say it!" Amarao shouted at her. "I don't even want to hear her name!"
"...like a group of rampaging terrorists on motor-scooters buzzed through here" she added with a nervous giggle. Amarao gave her a friendly nod and turned back to whatever he was doing. "Hm...those eyebrows..." Kitsurubami thought to herself as she stared at his back.
"Hey" Amarao said suddenly, "These marks over here weren't made by any scooter." Kitsurubami ran over and joined her boss, bending down to examine some tire marks that had been dug deep I into the ground. He was right; they marks were deeper than a scooter's would be, and they had a more distinctive tread pattern.
"Then what could have made them?" she said as she took a sample of the soil to be analyzed.
"These look more like they were made by...a motorcycle" Amarao said. He cocked one of his large eyebrows, and scratched his chin.
Naota sighed as he trudged his way home. The sun had dipped over the horizon, but the whole sky was still filled with orange and pink light. He dragged his feet lightly along the curb as he walked, lost in thought. He wondered if it was at all possible that everything Mamimi had told him was somehow connected to him. The Medical Mechanica factory, and the scooter tread marks all sounded characteristic of Haruko. But why would she have destroyed the factory? And if she was back, why hadn't he noticed?
He shook his head, thrust all those thoughts aside. There was no way, simply no way it could be happening. It was just all a matter of coincidence, that was all. And it had nothing at all to do with him.
As he fumbled for the keys to enter his apartment building, the sound of a motor scooter coming down the street caught him. He froze, clenched his teeth. The hairs on the back of his neck all stood straight, his knees trembled beneath his body. His mind attempted to order his neck to move, for his head to turn, but his body refused to respond. As the sound grew closer, he closed his eyes tight and tried as hard as he could not think of what was inevitably dominating his thoughts.
"Its not Haruko, its not Haruko, its not Haruko..." he muttered to himself as the sound came to a halt directly behind him. He heard the scooter's engine stop, heard the sound of footsteps coming up behind him. He hunched over, tightened up, and waited for it...
"Hello Naota. Having trouble getting in?" He opened his eyes at the sound of the familiar voice of his landlady alongside him. He turned his head, saw her wearing a helmet and a pair of goggles. He arched his neck, looked behind him, and saw her green scooter parked at the curb.
"No...no ma'am. Just thinking about something." She gave him a skeptical look, and went inside. Once she had vanished behind the doors, Naota let out a great breath and slumped down onto the street, his back against the concrete wall of the building for a moment. He scolded himself mentally for getting so worked up over nothing. After a few moments recuperating, he gathered up his guitar and backpack and entered his building.
Within moments, he was standing in front of his apartment door. He turned the key in the lock and opened the door. He stepped in and squinted against the growing darkness. He reached for the light switch. The moment the lights were on, he was attacked.
A pair of monstrously strong arms coiled around him from behind and hoisted him up off his feet. They gave him a ferocious squeeze that almost knocked the air out of him. Naota squirmed until the arms released him. He was dropped roughly onto the floor, bumping his head in the process. He scrambled back against the wall and looked up to see who his assailant was. The sight that filled his eyes sent a cold stab into his gut, and he felt his heart stop beating for a moment.
"Takuuuuun! Surpriiiiiiiiiise!" an all too familiar, high pitched voice squealed as those two arms hauled him back up and gave him another back-breaking glomp.
"H-Haruko!" he stuttered between his gasping for air. She gave him one final tight squeeze and let him drop to the floor again.
"Its me! Back, and as beautiful as ever, if I must say so myself! And look at you, all grown up. Maybe I won't be able to kick your butt anyone. Oh, never mind, its so good to see yooooouuuuu!" she hopped onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Did you miss me?" she said, batting her eyelashes at him innocently.
Naota stammered for something to say, and then feinted.
