Okay, it's time for part two of this disturbing story. What is Naota planning to do? Let's find out shall we?
Oh and the story is now in the author's point of view, just to let you know.
Randall Flagg2
(1)
Naota sat in the dark confines of her room, plucking the strings of his bass guitar. He knew what he had to do. It would be messy, but it was the only way he could free himself from the chains of unhappiness that were so tightly wrapped around his soul.
"He'll be home any minute." Naota whispered to himself. "Then I'll teach him what happens to people who steal my love."
Despite the fact that he had made up his mind, he was still reluctant to go through with this. Killing his father… That was just downright low. Did the Holy Scriptures not say "honor thy father and mother"? Naota was no Christian, but he had studied western religion enough to understand most of the old and New Testament. And didn't it say somewhere "thou shall not kill"? He would be committing a mortal sin by doing this. Oh well, he didn't care. In Naota's opinion, killing could be justified under certain conditions.
"Dad, you stupid fuck." Naota thought. "Haruko was mine, not yours. You stole her from me, and now you will pay."
Naota heard the sound of a car being pulled up beside the house. That was good. It was time.
He took the guitar in his hands and hurried downstairs.
(2)
"Hey dad. What's up?" Naota called as he came down the stairs.
"Oh hey Naota-kun. I've had a long day. Nothing new or exciting." Kamon Nandaba replied.
"Act casual." Naota thought. He slowly approached his father.
Kamon's brow furrowed. "Why are you carrying that guitar with you Naota? Practice isn't today! Furthermore it's far too late!"
Naota's expression suddenly darkened. "I didn't bring it for practice you dolt. I brought if for you." he growled.
Kamon glared at his son. "That is no way to talk to your father Naota-kun! And what do you mean you've brought it for me?" he asked irritably.
"You get to find out now!" Naota suddenly roared.
He sprang at Kamon, raised the guitar, and brought it down on his head.
(3)
Naota did not give his father time to react. He spun around and brought the guitar crashing into his father's ribs. Kamon grunted and doubled over. Bloodlust began to overtake Naota's eyes. He had waited too long for this. Just as his father looked up, Naota drew back his fist and punched his father across the face as hard as he could.
"This will teach you to-"
But the moment Naota began to speak was all the time Kamon needed to recover. He curled his hand into a fist and did a back hand punch, sending Naota stumbling back. But Naota was quick. His anger was driving him beyond his limits. He quickly ducked low to the ground and kicked Kamon's feet out from under him. Kamon fell to the floor. Naota sprang into the air and tried to bring the guitar down on his face, but Kamon rolled to the side. Before Naota could raise the guitar again, his father wrapped both hands around his throat and began to squeeze. Running out of oxygen, Naota sank to his knees.
"Why?" Kamon snarled into his son's face. "Why are you doing this?"
"Because…" Naota gagged, "Haruko… you took her… from me…"
Kamon laughed. "That's it? You were too young to have a relationship back then at any-"
He never finished. The moment Naota heard those words, the fury of a rabid animal surged through him. How dare his father suggest that he was not capable of loving Haruko? First his father got to Haruko before he could, now he questioned his feelings for her. It was too much. With a furious roar Naota seized his father's hands and threw them off. Kamon stumbled back. As he did, Naota reached into the back of his pants and came out with a hunting knife. He pointed it at his father and thrust forward, piercing the man's stomach. Kamon's eyes widened, half in shock, half in pain, and he fell to the ground. Naota stood over him grinning.
"You stole Haruko from me dad. She was mine, not yours! You think I wasn't jealous of the way you and her made out? You think I didn't want to throw up every time you touched her? You don't think I didn't love her? Well you were wrong. And now it's time we end this. Goodbye… father." Naota seemed to spit the last word out as he plunged the knife into Kamon's forehead. His father began to shake wildly as if he had some sort of uncontrollable palsy. Naota yanked the long knife out and plunged it into his father's chest, piercing his heart. The shaking stopped.
Naota stood over his handiwork, grinning. No more Kamon Nandaba. See you later alligator, in awhile crocodile except it wasn't in awhile. It was more like "see you when I get to hell" but that didn't matter now. It was time to move on with life and forget this ever happened.
"Naota…" said a voice from behind. "Why?"
Naota spun around to face his grandfather, Shigekuni Nandaba.
(4)
"Hello grandpa." Naota snarled. "I see you've witnessed my handiwork. I was so sick of him anyway."
Shigekuni began to run upstairs. "I'm calling the police!" he exclaimed.
Naota had no intention of letting that happen. The bass guitar Haruko had left him had another feature. Naota grabbed onto the small handle on the back of the guitar. He had seen Haruko do this so he knew what to do.
Naota sprinted towards the stairs his grandfather was ascending and pulled the handle back. A spray of bullets flew out of the front of the guitar. The bullets struck Shigekuni in the back and he fell over in a fine spray of blood. Naota giggled. Killing wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.
Naota walked up the stairs, pointed the end of guitar stick on the back of his grandfather's head, and fired. Shigekuni's head exploded open. No more grandpa.
"Great. Now I'm all alone." Naota thought bitterly. He didn't know where he would go after this. He didn't have any relatives nearby. He had no refuge at all. He would have to live on the street. So be it then. It would be better then it had been when his parents were still alive.
But that was of little matter now. Only one thing left to do.
"I've got to find Mamimi." he thought, as he rushed out the door.
To be continued…
What's Naota got in store for Mamimi? You'll just have to wait and find out! See you again!
Randall Flagg2
