Not nearly as confusing as the true Furi Kuri.
Disclaimer: I don't own Furi Kuri. At all. I would like to own it. But I don't.
"No way. Get your own." Naota held his clear bottle out of the reach of Ninamori. She stretched and leaned over as far as she could without falling on top of Naota.
"Oh come on you big baby. Just let me get a sip. You don't even like that kind." She huffed.
"TaKun likes the strong stuff, eh? EH!" Haruko snaked into the conversation. Ninamori stared at Haruko half skeptical, and half out of disgust.
"Why is she here?" She asked Naota in almost a whisper. Ninamori's long hair fell over her shoulders down to her elbow these days.
"Eri doesn't like Haruko? She's very stingy isn't her?" Haruko squeezed her vespa between the two of them. Her helmet mashed Naota's face but she didn't seem to notice. Ninamori said nothing. Instead she snatched Naota's drink and took a few large gulps.
"Keep it." Was Naota's answer when she tried to hand it back to him. He put his helmet back on and without warning sped off at top speed. Seconds later Harkuo caught up with him. Ninamori on the other hand had been riding along with Naota and was left behind.
Glancing to his left he could see Haruko was shouting something to him but the high pitched wind in his ears blocked her out.
He was trying to let her know that he couldn't hear her when there was a sudden jerk and he was in mid air. Wit a sickening jolt he realized his vespa was no longer beneath him.
Harkuo took the chance to leap off her own bike and raising her guitar overhead. With one swift motion she brought it down on Naota's head.
It did not hit his skull but his helmet which in turn crushed his face into the pavement.
"What the hell did you go and do that for!" He roared at Harkuo, who was not looking too pleased.
"It stopped your head from meeting that car door didn't it?" She said as if she had just done him a great favor. She also fought the urge to laugh while watched him pull a piece of gravel out of his nose.
"You didn't have to hit me so hard. Now I'm going to grow a stupid horn!" He shouted holding his head between both arms.
"If I really wanted you to sprout something from your head you'd know it." She said raising her weapon again.
"Cut it out!" Naota shielded his head and braced himself for the blow that was coming. But it didn't come. When he opened his eyes Haruko was on her bike. Her eyes were on him.
"You really need to grow up TaKun." She said before speeding off leaving Naota on the ground a little sore.
"Naota-Kun! You've received mail." Camon waved a single letter from the doorway. "From Samejima."
Both Naota and Harkuo sat up. Miyu-Miyu fell off of her chest into her lap. He grumpily stood and sauntered out of the room nearly knocking Camon off his feet.
"Damn you!" He cried and launched after the cat.
"From Mamimi?" Naota stared at the letter in his hands. He opened it and pulled out a dozen papers all neatly folded. Something rather sharp and heavy nestled into the top of his head and he paused. "Do you mind?" He mumbled. She shook her head which was now resting on top of his, thought for a moment and said "Actually I do. You have a big head and it's in my way."
She smacked him out of view snatching the letters and unfurling them herself.
"When did Samejima go huh, TaKun?" She asked flipping broadly though the lengthy letter.
Oh yeah, he thought, trying to unglue his face from the cold floors. She was gone before Mamimi left. He rubbed the side of his face. "She's a photographer now. In America."
"With your brother?"
"No." He didn't look at her.
"Do you get letters from him too?"
Naota shrugged and placed a hand on the back of his neck "Sometimes." Harkuo threw the letter over her shoulder at him.
"Nothing important in there." She mumbled.
"Jerk!" He shouted at her retreating back. He gathered the paper from the floor.
He took them up to his room and began reading but a loud smashing from the room down the hall made him halt.
Then Camon's voice screamed "Damnit Miyu-Miyu!" Naota buried his face in his pillow.
He has a girlfriend. She's blonde and nice. I don't know why I'm okay with it but I am. Things are just different here. I was able to adopt a dog too. I wanted to name him TaKun but I like the name Arnold better.
Arnold is the name of the guy who lives in the stuidounder mine. He laughed when I told him the dogs name was Arnold too. I guess
Naota streatched a lot like a cat would on his bed, tucked the letter under his pillow and got up to go downstairs.
"So where did you go today?" Shigekuni asked once Naota sat down.
"No where." He answered very dully. In front of him was a plate of Curry.
"I made your favorite TaKun." Haruko said seductively rocking on her spot.
"I didn't see you all day either Naota-Kun." Camon said between mouthfuls of hot curry.
"I was in my room." Naota pushed a piece of steaming meat across his plate with his spoon.
"Eating spicy curry?" She asked.
"I don't like spicy curry." He mumbled.
"Doing furi kuri then?" Camon dropped his spoon on his plate.
"No! Besides I was alone up there."
"You can furi kuri by yourself." Camon retorted.
"So TaKun still does that." Haruko piped in.
"I furi kuri everyday. Keep an old man healthy." Camon said to no one in particular.
"Your not even that old so just be quiet." Grandfather shouted over his food.
"I don't furi or kuri! Who cares!" Naota flailed both arms in the air.
"Oh you don't? Then you furi kuri with the girls huh? Way to go little bro." Haruko almost moaned drawing attention to herself.
"By the way, what about Haruko-san?" Camon said smoothly.
"Copper?" She questioned.
"That tweaking"
"Chestnut?"
"No Its not about chestnuts or squirrels… "
"Death!" Haruko recoiled.
"Its this kind of a tweak kuri kuri…" Camon spoke trying to explain faster.
"Noodle?"
"So!"
"… ?"
Somewhere in the back of his mind Naota was cursing the Mother deja-vu and swallowed a mouthful of spicy curry.
This was actually three chapters but each seemed so short. I just put all three together.
Review please? I'll… well actually I wont do anything but be happy. Yes you'd like me happy yes?