I am taking a break to write this story. Don't expect me to update any of my other stories until this one is completed. Don't worry it won't take long.
Okay one warning: this story IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. If you don't like seeing the dark side of Naota's nature, then go read something else. I warned you.
But on the other hand, if you are willing for a variation on the "Naota is depressed now that Haruko is gone" style of story, well then come with me. Let me show you what happens when depression is taken to a whole new level. Let me show you what happens when misery and adolescent anger merge into one horrible entity.
Let me take you on a journey into the dark part of the human mind and give you a glimpse of what insanity is.
You have been warned. I don't own FLCL or anything you know of.
Randall Flagg2
"Naota-kun? Are you up here?" came the voice of my father, Kamon Nandaba.
Yeah, I'm up here alright you son of a bitch. I always am. Where else would I be?
"Yeah I'm up here." I reply, doing my best to keep control of myself.
"Just want to let you know that dinner's almost ready."
Dinner… Is it curry? I hate spicy stuff, but for some strange reason, I want it, badly.
"Okay dad. Thanks."
"You're welcome."
Hmph. Bastard. Why can't you just leave me the fuck alone? It's enough to deal with that my life is bland again. Dealing with an idiot like you is too much. Not that you ever were much on brains.
As the sun sets, I think about her again. I can't stop thinking about Haruko. Ever since the day she left me she's been the only thing I think about. Even in my dreams, I think about her. I think it's becoming an obsession. But hey I don't mind. It's an obsession I can enjoy.
Haruko. How I miss you. How I wanted you to be my lover. How I wanted to lay you on my bed, undress you, look at your body, and fuck you ragged until you couldn't take anymore and…
Darn, I'm rambling again. I've been doing that a lot lately. To be honest I haven't really been myself after Haruko left. I've been spending a lot of time in my room, strumming the guitar she left me. It's the only thing I have left in this fucking world.
Dad, Grandpa, Canti, I hate every single fucking one of you. You don't make sense to me anymore. You used to, but now you don't. I know, that's pretty sick, a kid hating his own parents. Who gives a fuck? Nothing matters to me anymore. I'm sick of this town, and I'm sick of this world. Without Haruko, I have no purpose.
Well, maybe Mamimi I still like. Even though I got sick of her affections quickly, she was still nice. I wish I knew where she was. I wish I knew where she was so I could wrap my hands around her neck and squeeze it like a stress ball and listen to her scream until her throat bursts and I can crush her skull with the bass guitar Haruko left me and watch her…
Heh heh, yeah, I'll admit it. I think I'm going crazy. Like I said, I haven't been myself since Haruko left for parts unknown. I keep getting these violent thoughts and images. I think I enjoy them too. That's pretty fucking disturbing, I know, but that's the whole truth.
I go downstairs for dinner. Dad and Grandpa are already seated at the table. Looking at them makes me want to kill them. The ignorant looks on their faces, their calm demeanors, everything about them annoys me. I just want to slit their throats and drink their blood.
I especially hate you Dad. You're the one who made Haruko leave. I can't stand the relationship you and she had back when she was still living here. The way you and her made out, it was disgusting. She was mine! You hear me! MINE! You took her away from me! You seduced her! You're the reason I wasn't able to get my chance! This is all you're fault! THIS IS ALL YOU'RE FUCKING FAULT!
But I never show a sign that I'm angry. I just sit at the table, and begin to eat. I listen to what Dad and Grandpa have to say, converse with them, and tell an occasional joke. I've gotten very good at hiding what I'm really thinking.
After dinner, I go upstairs to my room again. It's my real home, my sanctuary. The outside world means nothing to me. As Freddy Mercury said "Nothing really matters to me."
I sit on my bed and strum the blue bass guitar on my bed. It's the same one Haruko left me after Atomsk was unleashed and the Medical Mechanica plant was destroyed. It's the only thing I enjoy doing nowadays. It brings back all the memories of the time I spent with Haruko. All the things she said, all the things we did, everything. I've gotten pretty good at playing it too. But that's only the half of it.
I go over towards my desk chair and rear back. I raise the guitar up and then swing it down savagely. The chair breaks into pieces with a savage CRACK. I stand over it panting. Two years ago I could barely lift this thing up, but now that I've been practicing with it behind my parents' back, I can swing it as easily as Haruko did.
It brings some really pleasing images to mind too. The thought of the guitar smashing into my fucking father's face and sending his teeth flying everywhere while he screams in pain and begs me for mercy while I stand over him laughing my god damn head off always makes me feel better.
They annoy me. They all annoy me. I'm sick of them, I'm sick of everything! I think I know what I'm going to do now. If they can't stop annoying me then…
To be continued…
I'll update when I find the time. And yes my vacation rocked! See you again!
Randall Flagg2
