Furi-Kuri Remixed
Chapter 3:
The Glorious Logic of Stupidity
A/n time... Wheeee. So, sorry these things take so long to write, it's prolly 'cause I spend way too much time playing the Halo Demo. (Find me there; my profile is Ether, my servers usually called Etherland) Anyway, sorry for anybody who's been following this story, but its not gonna get much better, and if it does, its gonna get worse before it gets better. That's probably my healthy dose of self-loathing coming in there. Whatever. Bleh! Enough being depressed. Enjoy the story, my friends!
Oh... P.S., I don't own FLCL... wish I did. P.P.S, In case you've noticed, this goes back and forth from present to past tense a lot. Just to clear things up, this is all in past tense... technically. I actually think like that, its weird.
===============================
Why...? Why was I still sitting there on that bridge? 'Cause it was better than anything else I could think of. Well... what else can I think of? Go home? No. Home sucks. Go to a friend's house? You don't have any friends here. Fuck it, I'm going to a bookstore. Whoa... wait, what? Bookstore?! What the hell are you thinking? (a/n Yeah, he's talking to himself.) Well, Mr. McVoiceinmyhead, you know better than anybody what I do when crap like this happens. Oh yeah... you go read mangas. Right.
LATER AT THE LOCAL BOOK STORE
I go to these bookstores and read the mangas because they let me escape. Escape to somewhere far away, where I'll never have to leave. Never have to go home, back to that crappy town, with all its people, each face unique but all the same in my mind. Except, this time it wasn't working... I was in my very own massively screwed up story. I was in a tale that couldn't possibly happen, except in an anime or manga. Except... this was real. I had a big, fleshy, bull's horn sticking out of my forehead. People stared at it, but I didn't care. They didn't matter. All that mattered was getting back into my own safe and comfy world, where none of this could ever happen again. But... Isn't this what I wanted? For the Vespa woman to come and take me away, to break the never ending daydream of live here?
Well... Yeah, but not like this. It was the first time I actually thought about it; was this life of endless excitement going to be any better? Would it really?...Yes. It would have to be better. I was going to make it better. I'd have to, or it'd be back to the same-old-same. And that would suck just as much as having even more of these freaking horns popping out of my head. So I started reading. And this time, it worked. I was gone, gone away. And when I had to come back at the end of the book, I was ready to go home. Or so I thought.
Yeah, I thought I could go home, until I saw my mom working out on the treadmill, and my sister watching some crap on TV. The same ship that had taken me away had now just dropped me off at the last stop. Then it exploded. I went up to my room, where nobody would notice me. I started to turn on the TV, but decided that there was nothing worth watching now. I plopped down on to my bed, and was asleep in my baggy pants and my favorite plaid shirt. Sleep was good, it let me put of morning for a couple hours.
"OK, so a kid came in here last night with a horn growing out of his forehead?"
"Um... Yes, miss."
"Good, good. What did he look like?"
"Uh... he was wearing some black baggy shorts and a blue plaid shirt... I think."
"And you say he comes in here almost every day?"
"Uh... yes, but-"
"But, what?"
"Why are you so interested about this kid?"
With that, Haruko cracked a smile.
"He's my boyfriend"
"WHAT?! You've gotta be at least 20! Why's this kid your boyfriend?!"
"You just never mind that, oh, and put that phone down. Don't even think about calling the police."
The guy behind the counter flinched.
"So, what time does he come in?"
"Right about now."
"Excellent! This'll work perfectly!"
Dum dee dum dum DER! Suspense! Or so I hope! Ok. So this chapters the longest one, mainly because of my long-ass beginning author's note, and because of all the goddamn spaces I had to put in that dialogue between Haruko and Mr. Dudebehindthecounter. So, keep on R&Rin'! PEACE!
Chapter 3:
The Glorious Logic of Stupidity
A/n time... Wheeee. So, sorry these things take so long to write, it's prolly 'cause I spend way too much time playing the Halo Demo. (Find me there; my profile is Ether, my servers usually called Etherland) Anyway, sorry for anybody who's been following this story, but its not gonna get much better, and if it does, its gonna get worse before it gets better. That's probably my healthy dose of self-loathing coming in there. Whatever. Bleh! Enough being depressed. Enjoy the story, my friends!
Oh... P.S., I don't own FLCL... wish I did. P.P.S, In case you've noticed, this goes back and forth from present to past tense a lot. Just to clear things up, this is all in past tense... technically. I actually think like that, its weird.
===============================
Why...? Why was I still sitting there on that bridge? 'Cause it was better than anything else I could think of. Well... what else can I think of? Go home? No. Home sucks. Go to a friend's house? You don't have any friends here. Fuck it, I'm going to a bookstore. Whoa... wait, what? Bookstore?! What the hell are you thinking? (a/n Yeah, he's talking to himself.) Well, Mr. McVoiceinmyhead, you know better than anybody what I do when crap like this happens. Oh yeah... you go read mangas. Right.
LATER AT THE LOCAL BOOK STORE
I go to these bookstores and read the mangas because they let me escape. Escape to somewhere far away, where I'll never have to leave. Never have to go home, back to that crappy town, with all its people, each face unique but all the same in my mind. Except, this time it wasn't working... I was in my very own massively screwed up story. I was in a tale that couldn't possibly happen, except in an anime or manga. Except... this was real. I had a big, fleshy, bull's horn sticking out of my forehead. People stared at it, but I didn't care. They didn't matter. All that mattered was getting back into my own safe and comfy world, where none of this could ever happen again. But... Isn't this what I wanted? For the Vespa woman to come and take me away, to break the never ending daydream of live here?
Well... Yeah, but not like this. It was the first time I actually thought about it; was this life of endless excitement going to be any better? Would it really?...Yes. It would have to be better. I was going to make it better. I'd have to, or it'd be back to the same-old-same. And that would suck just as much as having even more of these freaking horns popping out of my head. So I started reading. And this time, it worked. I was gone, gone away. And when I had to come back at the end of the book, I was ready to go home. Or so I thought.
Yeah, I thought I could go home, until I saw my mom working out on the treadmill, and my sister watching some crap on TV. The same ship that had taken me away had now just dropped me off at the last stop. Then it exploded. I went up to my room, where nobody would notice me. I started to turn on the TV, but decided that there was nothing worth watching now. I plopped down on to my bed, and was asleep in my baggy pants and my favorite plaid shirt. Sleep was good, it let me put of morning for a couple hours.
"OK, so a kid came in here last night with a horn growing out of his forehead?"
"Um... Yes, miss."
"Good, good. What did he look like?"
"Uh... he was wearing some black baggy shorts and a blue plaid shirt... I think."
"And you say he comes in here almost every day?"
"Uh... yes, but-"
"But, what?"
"Why are you so interested about this kid?"
With that, Haruko cracked a smile.
"He's my boyfriend"
"WHAT?! You've gotta be at least 20! Why's this kid your boyfriend?!"
"You just never mind that, oh, and put that phone down. Don't even think about calling the police."
The guy behind the counter flinched.
"So, what time does he come in?"
"Right about now."
"Excellent! This'll work perfectly!"
Dum dee dum dum DER! Suspense! Or so I hope! Ok. So this chapters the longest one, mainly because of my long-ass beginning author's note, and because of all the goddamn spaces I had to put in that dialogue between Haruko and Mr. Dudebehindthecounter. So, keep on R&Rin'! PEACE!