Neo FLCL Ch 2
Disclaimer: If you didn't read the last one, I don't own FLCL. The family isn't my family, but they may be based on people I know.
Obviously, I got home okay. It was a two story house, with the basement being the first story. I opened the door and slammed it shut, as usual. I walked up the stairs, passing my older brother Justin's room. He was "sick" today and didn't go to school. I was pretty sure he was studying up late last night. It was exam time, after all. Anyway, back to the story. I heard voices on the other side of the door. I listened harder for a moment. Yeah, it was the 'rents, but there was someone else there as well. I open the door to find my parents having coffee...with the crazy girl who ran me over. "What are you doing?" I shouted. Mom looked at me as if I was an imbecile. "It seems we are having coffee." Oh great she was being a comic again. "Yeah, okay I deserved that. I meant why is she here?" I said as I pointed my finger at her. Haruko just grinned. Dad piped in. "She came over here to tell us that she had accidentally ran over you, and caused a few problems. She said you weren't badly hurt, as in no serious complications. Therefore, we aren't pressing charges." What?! They weren't mad at her? What the hell is this? The muscles above my eyelid began to twitch. That in itself was weird, because that doesn't happen when I'm mad. But along with it came an intense pain. I clutched my forehead, tryimg to force the pain away, but that wasn't working. It only made it hurt worse. "Are you okay?" Haruko cackled. I glared at her. "No, I'm not. I got ran over by you and got hit in the head by you. So now I have a headache." Haruko piped up at this. "Oh really? Where does it hurt?" She pounced on me, climbing on my back and poking my head "Does it hurt here? Or here? Or maybe here?" I got even angrier. "STOP TOUCHING ME!" I yelled. She grinned at jumped off my back, now holding onto my arm and drawing circles on my chest with her finger. "Oh, after what happened earlier, this seems to be a tame part of our relationship." she purred, emphasizing the last word. Mom's eyebrow arched. "What sort of relationship?" Haruko's grin grew even wider. "Mouth-to-moooooooouth!" she cried. I flushed.
The door behind me opened. Of course, it was my bro. Oh, this was gonna get weirder. "So, what's this about my baby bro having a girlfriend?" As anyone with siblings knows, do not act defensive: for some reason, it makes them think that their assumption was right. "She isn't. She was giving me mouth-to-mouth resesitation, after she had knocked me out." Dad glanced at mom and I knew what was going to happen. My family is the kind to make fun of you if you are caught doing something, being stupid, or supposedly denying something. Guess which one I was doing. "Really," Dad began, "Because we thought you might want to be with that April girl you always hang around with." "ENOUGH!" I yelled. For once everone listened to me and shut up. "I have had a rougher day than any of you. I'm gonna get some asprin and go to bed. I don't want to be disturbed. Understood?" The 'rents nodded. Justin shrugged and went back down stairs. Even the hyperactive Haruko just stood there. "That's fooly cooly with me," Dad said. I stared at him. "Uh, Dad? That's not a word, nor is it slang. Please don't say that ever again." I added as a joke to lighten the mood. Dad grinned and I thought everything would be back to normal. I was dead wrong.
"Oh, man..." I sighed as I reached the bathroom. I had just taken some Advil out of the cupboard and took two. As I looked up I saw a small bump on my head. Before my eyes, it grew larger and larger. It stopped when it reached about a foot out of my head. I freaked out. I was pushing it, I thought to no avail, into my head. Strangely enough, it sort of schlooped back in. I took a bandage to cover. I thought it might hold it in there. I got out of the room, slightly more weirded out than when I went in there, but now a bit calmer. As I got to my bedroom door, I had a very bad feeling. Call it psi, ESP, or stomach cramps, but I thought there would be something bad beyond the door. When I opened it, I found my instinct was a bit off. Something worse than bad was in my room. It was Haruko. She was looking through my drawers, oblivious to me, pulling out random bits of clothing. I stood in shock, not moving a muscle. She was mummering the entire time. "Ohhh yeah, he'd look good in these... Ugh, this is so five minutes ago.... What, does his mother shop for him? OH. MY. GOD!" She suddenly screamed. I wondered why until I saw what drawer she was on. My underwear drawer. The shock wore off, allowing me to yell. "Hey, get out of there!" She grinned in a Chessher cat sort of way, holding something behind her, then zooming straight at me, stopping bare centimeters from me. Her nose was almost touching my own as I looked down at her, praying she didn't have what I thought she had. "What..." she began, drawing out the word. I could see she was enjoying tormenting me. She danced backwards, twirling, but still keeping the object secret."....is...." she added. Wham! She had jumped at me, knocking me over. She sat on my chest, pinning me to the ground. "....THIS?" She finished and held out her secret.... my jock strap. "Ooooh, does Scotty-Wotty have a S&M fetish?" Scotty Wotty? I thought in confusion. I spoke to her again. "Put it away." She threw it at my face. I wiped it away. "Ya know..." she began, but I interrupted. "Look I don't give a rat's butt on what you think, I just want you to leave. NOW!" She flipped off of me, perfect form. If I were a judge, I'd have given her a 10. But that's beside the point. She then jumped onto my bed and hid under the covers. "What are you doing?" I said as I got up. "I'm hiding from the big strong Wotty monster. He will eat me for sure." Zoom. She jumped out of my bed past me. She landed and grabbed her guitar in the corner. "I must protect myself! Furi...." She charged at me, nearing 100 mph and slammed the thing into my head. "Curi!" I was on the floor, reeling in pain and holding my head. I let go of my head and looked up to see her staring at me. It was very unsettling. "Well, well, well... What do we have here? What's under the bandaid?" I backed away from her. "Nothing..." She grinned. "Let me see." She ripped a cord on the guitar, revving it like a chainsaw. "Or perhaps I need to perfrom some field surgery?"
AN: Yeah, I know. It's less crazy than the show, but it takes place in a more realistic setting. I might make another in the Noata perspective, maybe. Review if you want to. If you don't like it, don't flame me, just stop reading it. There may be a chance Amaro (dude with f'ed up eyebrows?) shows up. What's the lieutenants name? Write me if you know.
Disclaimer: If you didn't read the last one, I don't own FLCL. The family isn't my family, but they may be based on people I know.
Obviously, I got home okay. It was a two story house, with the basement being the first story. I opened the door and slammed it shut, as usual. I walked up the stairs, passing my older brother Justin's room. He was "sick" today and didn't go to school. I was pretty sure he was studying up late last night. It was exam time, after all. Anyway, back to the story. I heard voices on the other side of the door. I listened harder for a moment. Yeah, it was the 'rents, but there was someone else there as well. I open the door to find my parents having coffee...with the crazy girl who ran me over. "What are you doing?" I shouted. Mom looked at me as if I was an imbecile. "It seems we are having coffee." Oh great she was being a comic again. "Yeah, okay I deserved that. I meant why is she here?" I said as I pointed my finger at her. Haruko just grinned. Dad piped in. "She came over here to tell us that she had accidentally ran over you, and caused a few problems. She said you weren't badly hurt, as in no serious complications. Therefore, we aren't pressing charges." What?! They weren't mad at her? What the hell is this? The muscles above my eyelid began to twitch. That in itself was weird, because that doesn't happen when I'm mad. But along with it came an intense pain. I clutched my forehead, tryimg to force the pain away, but that wasn't working. It only made it hurt worse. "Are you okay?" Haruko cackled. I glared at her. "No, I'm not. I got ran over by you and got hit in the head by you. So now I have a headache." Haruko piped up at this. "Oh really? Where does it hurt?" She pounced on me, climbing on my back and poking my head "Does it hurt here? Or here? Or maybe here?" I got even angrier. "STOP TOUCHING ME!" I yelled. She grinned at jumped off my back, now holding onto my arm and drawing circles on my chest with her finger. "Oh, after what happened earlier, this seems to be a tame part of our relationship." she purred, emphasizing the last word. Mom's eyebrow arched. "What sort of relationship?" Haruko's grin grew even wider. "Mouth-to-moooooooouth!" she cried. I flushed.
The door behind me opened. Of course, it was my bro. Oh, this was gonna get weirder. "So, what's this about my baby bro having a girlfriend?" As anyone with siblings knows, do not act defensive: for some reason, it makes them think that their assumption was right. "She isn't. She was giving me mouth-to-mouth resesitation, after she had knocked me out." Dad glanced at mom and I knew what was going to happen. My family is the kind to make fun of you if you are caught doing something, being stupid, or supposedly denying something. Guess which one I was doing. "Really," Dad began, "Because we thought you might want to be with that April girl you always hang around with." "ENOUGH!" I yelled. For once everone listened to me and shut up. "I have had a rougher day than any of you. I'm gonna get some asprin and go to bed. I don't want to be disturbed. Understood?" The 'rents nodded. Justin shrugged and went back down stairs. Even the hyperactive Haruko just stood there. "That's fooly cooly with me," Dad said. I stared at him. "Uh, Dad? That's not a word, nor is it slang. Please don't say that ever again." I added as a joke to lighten the mood. Dad grinned and I thought everything would be back to normal. I was dead wrong.
"Oh, man..." I sighed as I reached the bathroom. I had just taken some Advil out of the cupboard and took two. As I looked up I saw a small bump on my head. Before my eyes, it grew larger and larger. It stopped when it reached about a foot out of my head. I freaked out. I was pushing it, I thought to no avail, into my head. Strangely enough, it sort of schlooped back in. I took a bandage to cover. I thought it might hold it in there. I got out of the room, slightly more weirded out than when I went in there, but now a bit calmer. As I got to my bedroom door, I had a very bad feeling. Call it psi, ESP, or stomach cramps, but I thought there would be something bad beyond the door. When I opened it, I found my instinct was a bit off. Something worse than bad was in my room. It was Haruko. She was looking through my drawers, oblivious to me, pulling out random bits of clothing. I stood in shock, not moving a muscle. She was mummering the entire time. "Ohhh yeah, he'd look good in these... Ugh, this is so five minutes ago.... What, does his mother shop for him? OH. MY. GOD!" She suddenly screamed. I wondered why until I saw what drawer she was on. My underwear drawer. The shock wore off, allowing me to yell. "Hey, get out of there!" She grinned in a Chessher cat sort of way, holding something behind her, then zooming straight at me, stopping bare centimeters from me. Her nose was almost touching my own as I looked down at her, praying she didn't have what I thought she had. "What..." she began, drawing out the word. I could see she was enjoying tormenting me. She danced backwards, twirling, but still keeping the object secret."....is...." she added. Wham! She had jumped at me, knocking me over. She sat on my chest, pinning me to the ground. "....THIS?" She finished and held out her secret.... my jock strap. "Ooooh, does Scotty-Wotty have a S&M fetish?" Scotty Wotty? I thought in confusion. I spoke to her again. "Put it away." She threw it at my face. I wiped it away. "Ya know..." she began, but I interrupted. "Look I don't give a rat's butt on what you think, I just want you to leave. NOW!" She flipped off of me, perfect form. If I were a judge, I'd have given her a 10. But that's beside the point. She then jumped onto my bed and hid under the covers. "What are you doing?" I said as I got up. "I'm hiding from the big strong Wotty monster. He will eat me for sure." Zoom. She jumped out of my bed past me. She landed and grabbed her guitar in the corner. "I must protect myself! Furi...." She charged at me, nearing 100 mph and slammed the thing into my head. "Curi!" I was on the floor, reeling in pain and holding my head. I let go of my head and looked up to see her staring at me. It was very unsettling. "Well, well, well... What do we have here? What's under the bandaid?" I backed away from her. "Nothing..." She grinned. "Let me see." She ripped a cord on the guitar, revving it like a chainsaw. "Or perhaps I need to perfrom some field surgery?"
AN: Yeah, I know. It's less crazy than the show, but it takes place in a more realistic setting. I might make another in the Noata perspective, maybe. Review if you want to. If you don't like it, don't flame me, just stop reading it. There may be a chance Amaro (dude with f'ed up eyebrows?) shows up. What's the lieutenants name? Write me if you know.