Furi-Kuri Remixed
Chapter One:
Genesis of the Insanity
It was dull... Very dull... It had only been a month into living here and I already hated it. We had moved into this town called Mabase because Mom had some big job offering at the Medical Mechanica plant, whatever the hell that is. I had expected a big city, bustling with excitement, what I got was a boring slice of Suburban Perdition. I had made some friends in school, but that was about the only good thing that had happened. This city was just so painfully dull and every house, street and person so cookie- cutter similar that I soon found myself sinking down into the abyss of the sameness. I kept hoping for something exciting to happen. Maybe a fire, maybe a car crash, or maybe even the giant Medical Mechanica Plant would just blow itself to smithereens. It was a dream, though, and only a dream. Nothing happens here. But I just couldn't help feeling that something would happen eventually. What really made me feel that were these stories- I'd guess you'd call them urban legends -about this guy named Naota; some kid who lived here about 5 years ago. They said he met up with this vespa woman who came into to town on a yellow motorbike. They said she helped him save the city at least three times. Yeah, right. Like anyone would want to save this city. Still, the stories gave me hope; maybe that vespa girl would come back. Maybe she'd take me away, or I could save the city, freeing myself from the horrible, choking sameness. But nothing ever came. Not a vespa woman, not even a motorbike. Nobody, nothing. At least not until my third or fourth week here. I was walking down the bridge when I heard this rumbling sound. It almost sounded like a... motorcycle. I looked towards the sound and saw someone riding on a yellow vespa bike...it looked like a woman. I vaguely remember her yelling something about "lunchtime" and then, by the time I had remembered those legends about the girl on the yellow Vespa, the bike was right on top of me, and the next thing I saw was the back of my eyelids, as I slipped into the sweet abyss of unconsciousness.
I'm not sure when I woke back up... my mind was a blur; all I could remember was the yellow bike and the girl on it. The girl whose face was right in front of mine. Whose face was now touching mine. Whose lips were now pressed against mine. Then I remembered those stories... wasn't this how it started? The Vespa girl had made out with the guy, and then...
Whoa, hold on. Made out? Lips? Pressed against mine? HOLY CRAP! I suddenly opened my eyes.
She asked me in a nasally tone "Was it as good as last time, Takkun?"
All I could think to say was "Takkun?! Who the hell is Takkun?!" "Wait a minute! You're not Takkun!? You look just like him!" "Damn! This messes with all my plans! If he's not Takkun then I'm gonna have to look through the entire town to find a person with enough N.O. This is such a pain in the ass!" "Plans?! N.O.?! What the hell are you talking about?!"
"Oh... you're still there. I thought you were Takkun. Whoops."
"O.K. for the last freakin' time, WHO THE HELL IS TAKKUN!?" She started looking at me kinda weird. Then she pulled out a bass guitar, a really dinged up one too.
"Yeah, this might work out all right after all! Hold still kid!" I barely had time to say "What the hell are you talking about?!" again before she smacked me in the head with the guitar. My head was spinning, literally. As I flew through the air, I thought vaguely, is this what Naota had to go through? Then I landed. My head was reeling from both the landing and the fact that the girl freaking hit me in the head. This is crazy... I'm dreaming... this is all just some acid-induced-dream-sequence and I'm going to wake up right after the multi-colored bunnies start dancing around and the girl and the bike turn into mushrooms. (a/n that's not supposed to make any sense)
She then started poking my head, this bump that had suddenly sprang up on my head. It would have been funny-because it looked a little bit like a dong-if it didn't hurt so freaking much every time she poked it.
"Bleh! This is going to be just like last time... this is gonna take way too long to come out."
I started laughing.
"What's so funny, kid?"
I didn't answer her, I just kept on laughing.
Then I started seeing the now familiar haze of unconsciousness fill my
field of vision...
This is way too weird to be even a dream...
Then the haze covered everything, and I stopped thinking.
TO BE CONTINUED...
'Sup y'all! This be me first fic! What do you all think? Well, I got ze basic story worked out now, but I still don't have a name for ze main guy ;_; If anyone has any good Japanese names, PM me with 'em. Please R&R!
Peace!!
ZEB THE MIGHTY
Chapter One:
Genesis of the Insanity
It was dull... Very dull... It had only been a month into living here and I already hated it. We had moved into this town called Mabase because Mom had some big job offering at the Medical Mechanica plant, whatever the hell that is. I had expected a big city, bustling with excitement, what I got was a boring slice of Suburban Perdition. I had made some friends in school, but that was about the only good thing that had happened. This city was just so painfully dull and every house, street and person so cookie- cutter similar that I soon found myself sinking down into the abyss of the sameness. I kept hoping for something exciting to happen. Maybe a fire, maybe a car crash, or maybe even the giant Medical Mechanica Plant would just blow itself to smithereens. It was a dream, though, and only a dream. Nothing happens here. But I just couldn't help feeling that something would happen eventually. What really made me feel that were these stories- I'd guess you'd call them urban legends -about this guy named Naota; some kid who lived here about 5 years ago. They said he met up with this vespa woman who came into to town on a yellow motorbike. They said she helped him save the city at least three times. Yeah, right. Like anyone would want to save this city. Still, the stories gave me hope; maybe that vespa girl would come back. Maybe she'd take me away, or I could save the city, freeing myself from the horrible, choking sameness. But nothing ever came. Not a vespa woman, not even a motorbike. Nobody, nothing. At least not until my third or fourth week here. I was walking down the bridge when I heard this rumbling sound. It almost sounded like a... motorcycle. I looked towards the sound and saw someone riding on a yellow vespa bike...it looked like a woman. I vaguely remember her yelling something about "lunchtime" and then, by the time I had remembered those legends about the girl on the yellow Vespa, the bike was right on top of me, and the next thing I saw was the back of my eyelids, as I slipped into the sweet abyss of unconsciousness.
I'm not sure when I woke back up... my mind was a blur; all I could remember was the yellow bike and the girl on it. The girl whose face was right in front of mine. Whose face was now touching mine. Whose lips were now pressed against mine. Then I remembered those stories... wasn't this how it started? The Vespa girl had made out with the guy, and then...
Whoa, hold on. Made out? Lips? Pressed against mine? HOLY CRAP! I suddenly opened my eyes.
She asked me in a nasally tone "Was it as good as last time, Takkun?"
All I could think to say was "Takkun?! Who the hell is Takkun?!" "Wait a minute! You're not Takkun!? You look just like him!" "Damn! This messes with all my plans! If he's not Takkun then I'm gonna have to look through the entire town to find a person with enough N.O. This is such a pain in the ass!" "Plans?! N.O.?! What the hell are you talking about?!"
"Oh... you're still there. I thought you were Takkun. Whoops."
"O.K. for the last freakin' time, WHO THE HELL IS TAKKUN!?" She started looking at me kinda weird. Then she pulled out a bass guitar, a really dinged up one too.
"Yeah, this might work out all right after all! Hold still kid!" I barely had time to say "What the hell are you talking about?!" again before she smacked me in the head with the guitar. My head was spinning, literally. As I flew through the air, I thought vaguely, is this what Naota had to go through? Then I landed. My head was reeling from both the landing and the fact that the girl freaking hit me in the head. This is crazy... I'm dreaming... this is all just some acid-induced-dream-sequence and I'm going to wake up right after the multi-colored bunnies start dancing around and the girl and the bike turn into mushrooms. (a/n that's not supposed to make any sense)
She then started poking my head, this bump that had suddenly sprang up on my head. It would have been funny-because it looked a little bit like a dong-if it didn't hurt so freaking much every time she poked it.
"Bleh! This is going to be just like last time... this is gonna take way too long to come out."
I started laughing.
"What's so funny, kid?"
I didn't answer her, I just kept on laughing.
Then I started seeing the now familiar haze of unconsciousness fill my
field of vision...
This is way too weird to be even a dream...
Then the haze covered everything, and I stopped thinking.
TO BE CONTINUED...
'Sup y'all! This be me first fic! What do you all think? Well, I got ze basic story worked out now, but I still don't have a name for ze main guy ;_; If anyone has any good Japanese names, PM me with 'em. Please R&R!
Peace!!
ZEB THE MIGHTY