Tak-kun looked out the window of his and his brother's room, thinking of Haruko, and mabase, of Canti the Raingod and the "Furi-Kuri" he had seen.
He thought about everything. A slight rapping of his bisque door caught his attention. "What!" he exalimed with slight annoyance, only to find the elder complexion of Mamimi creeping out from around the doorjamb. "NANI!" He continued, bewildered that the girl could still persist.
"Do you miss her?" said mamimi.
"What are you talking about?" questioned Tak-kun, peaved.
"Haruko, the housekeeper, alien lady person. Do you miss her?"
"What's it matter?" Tak-kun said as he eyer her suspiciously.
Mamimi said nothing as she encircled her arms around Tak-kun, making him blush. He squirmed around, whining as he could to get away from his brother's ex's grasp. This somehow felt wrong to him, the need for affection in her growing in appetite ever sience Naota got run over by the vespa lady.
She smiled and cocked her head to the side as she crushed into him. "What is it?" She asked dreamily as if waiting for a magical answer, but nothing came. 'He was right' she thought, Nothing amazing ever happens in this town, every day is like a lifetime of dying slowly. Nothing ever happens here, nothing ever will, and with time, you get used to it.
Tak-kun was starting to make more sense to Mamimi. Yes, this spunky little guy, a bit of a punk, but she didn't care. Ever since his brother left for America for a career of baseball she seemed to be ever-present around the household, even when Haruko was around. That was about to change, however with her becoming an artist and such.
Tak-kun wrestled her off of him as he made a dash for the bed. "First one off buys the other ramen!" Exclaimed Tak-kun as he grabbed the mattress and braced for Mamimi's ensuing arrival. They laughed for a while, Tak-kuns mood somehow instantly wriggting itself. He didn't like it now.
Now that Haruko was gone, his love, she said she'd be back, but he knew better. She had another who's heart she was loyal. Tak-kun did not like the reality in which he lived, for his father helped create much of it. Atomsk, the medical mechina plant. He just couldn't purge the thought from his head. He lay back on his bed, arms behind his head and sighed. It was good to be back to normal, whatever that was…