Neo FLCL 3
Disclaimer: Blah, blah don't own FLCL. Don't people know that already? Do I need to say it every chapter?
I stared at the phsyco in front of me, holding her guitar like an axe. I stared as she ran at me again at a much slower speed. I stared as she came closer and closer. And I stared as I grabbed her wrist and flipped her behind me. She fell with a mighty crash, nearly knocking over my lamp. "I should warn you: I was in a judo class for awhile." She growled and shouted, "No fair! You cheated!" I looked at her confused. It was a lapse of concentration, and it was enough. She lunged at me, sweeping the guitar low, knocking me off my feet. I landed with a thud. In a flash she was on top of me again, this time clawing at my bandage. I was trying to dodge, but as everyone knows when you move your head like that for extended periods of time, it really hurts. There was only one thing I could do: fight back. I picked up my hand, curled it up, and slammed it into the side of her face. Before I continue, I need to say this: I am not exactly the strongest guy. And I don't like fighting all that much, or hitting girls. But that's why I took judo.You know, to defend myself without landing a hit. But I thought that right then it was necesary. The thing is, she didn't react. At all. She took it like it was a mosquito and didn't even flinch. She stopped clawing at me and moved closer. "Ohh, so you like it rough, eh? Okay, fine with me." I bared my teeth. "Get the hell off me! You know what's under my bandage? It's a friggen bump, from you smacking me in the head! Or don't you remember? Now, GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Haruko wimpered, "I can't! I have no where to go! No one to turn to! Do you know how hard it is to be me? Always being blamed for hitting people with my bike? It costs money to pay off the lawsuits. That's why your parents didn't sue me: I'm poor!" she sobbed into my chest. I softened for a moment. I couldn't stand seeing people cry. "Please don't cry. I'm..." "Sike!" she yelled, sat up, and ripped off my bandaid, releasing the twelve inch thing from it's cave. "Ah, so this it what you were hiding. I wonder..." she grinned as she moved closer to my face as she spoke, "Is it as big as another object you're hiding?" I shuddered. "You're a perv. Could you at least get off of me?" She obliged and sat on my bed. "I kind of need to sleep there." She cocked her head. "Yeah, okay, but I'm not sure we'll both fit."
I gaped at her. "You're kidding." She yawned, "I need to sleep too, Mr. Grumpy. You can't expect me to sleep on the floor, can you?" "Why in my room? And why here period?" She lied down on the bed. "You're parents let me work at the shop. They said I could stay here, since I don't have a home." She got all puppy-dog eyes on me. "And I chose here because you were who I chose first." "Huh?" "It's all a big destiny, fate thing brought together by the cosmos as two souls intertwine to be one, or something like that. I can't remember what that fortune cookie said. Ya know, those cookies are supposed to tell your fortune, but all they do is state a limmerick." I shook my head and turned away. "Why don't you just sleep on the recliner in the living room? It's less... awkward." I stiffened as I felt her arms drape around me. Her head was on my shoulder when she spoke. "Aww. Is Scotty embarassed? Is he afraid of sleeping with a girl? Or maybe he's scared he'll admit that he loves me." I shook her off, not responding. I took my P.J.'s and balnket and moved to the living room.
"Man, you look beat," my buddy, Max, said as I sat down next to him sixth hour, which is the first time I see him. I groaned and leaned back. "Oh, there was this crazy lady who ran me over (he stared in shock as I continued), and she's staying at my house and she tried hitting on me, so I had to sleep on the old recliner we have. Yeah, it was rough." He stared at my forehead. "I guess that's where you got that bump." I felt the bandaid and smirked. "Nah, that's where she hit me with her guitar." Max's eyes widened. "Jeez. And here I thought I had it rough when the teach caught me looking up the answers." Rap! The sharp sound of a ruler hitting a desk caused the class to come to attention. Mr. Dourse looked around at the students still standing and carrying on. "Tu Pac is alive!" he shouted suddenly, scaring the students. I laughed. What a way to get attention. "Good. Now when we last left off, we learned that the..." He was interrupted as a official looking man stepped into the room. "Is there a..." he looked at a form, "Scott Kilder here?" I shrunk in my seat as everyone 'ooohed' and 'busted' and 'you're future is screwed.' Rap! "Kennedy wasn't assasinated!" Even the official man jumped. Mr. Dourse looked at the man. "How important is this?" "Very." "Well then, Scott, I think you should go." I took my stuff and walked to the man. As I passed him, he said "I need to talk to you in a private matter. No telling anyone." I shrugged. Maybe today wouldn't be as boring.
AN: Sorry if Haruko seems to be too perverted. I always thought she was incredibly horny on the show. I remebered in Ch. 1 that I said Scott's ribs were broken. They weren't actually broken, it just felt that way. He also seems to be a fast healer. I may need to remeber that....
Disclaimer: Blah, blah don't own FLCL. Don't people know that already? Do I need to say it every chapter?
I stared at the phsyco in front of me, holding her guitar like an axe. I stared as she ran at me again at a much slower speed. I stared as she came closer and closer. And I stared as I grabbed her wrist and flipped her behind me. She fell with a mighty crash, nearly knocking over my lamp. "I should warn you: I was in a judo class for awhile." She growled and shouted, "No fair! You cheated!" I looked at her confused. It was a lapse of concentration, and it was enough. She lunged at me, sweeping the guitar low, knocking me off my feet. I landed with a thud. In a flash she was on top of me again, this time clawing at my bandage. I was trying to dodge, but as everyone knows when you move your head like that for extended periods of time, it really hurts. There was only one thing I could do: fight back. I picked up my hand, curled it up, and slammed it into the side of her face. Before I continue, I need to say this: I am not exactly the strongest guy. And I don't like fighting all that much, or hitting girls. But that's why I took judo.You know, to defend myself without landing a hit. But I thought that right then it was necesary. The thing is, she didn't react. At all. She took it like it was a mosquito and didn't even flinch. She stopped clawing at me and moved closer. "Ohh, so you like it rough, eh? Okay, fine with me." I bared my teeth. "Get the hell off me! You know what's under my bandage? It's a friggen bump, from you smacking me in the head! Or don't you remember? Now, GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Haruko wimpered, "I can't! I have no where to go! No one to turn to! Do you know how hard it is to be me? Always being blamed for hitting people with my bike? It costs money to pay off the lawsuits. That's why your parents didn't sue me: I'm poor!" she sobbed into my chest. I softened for a moment. I couldn't stand seeing people cry. "Please don't cry. I'm..." "Sike!" she yelled, sat up, and ripped off my bandaid, releasing the twelve inch thing from it's cave. "Ah, so this it what you were hiding. I wonder..." she grinned as she moved closer to my face as she spoke, "Is it as big as another object you're hiding?" I shuddered. "You're a perv. Could you at least get off of me?" She obliged and sat on my bed. "I kind of need to sleep there." She cocked her head. "Yeah, okay, but I'm not sure we'll both fit."
I gaped at her. "You're kidding." She yawned, "I need to sleep too, Mr. Grumpy. You can't expect me to sleep on the floor, can you?" "Why in my room? And why here period?" She lied down on the bed. "You're parents let me work at the shop. They said I could stay here, since I don't have a home." She got all puppy-dog eyes on me. "And I chose here because you were who I chose first." "Huh?" "It's all a big destiny, fate thing brought together by the cosmos as two souls intertwine to be one, or something like that. I can't remember what that fortune cookie said. Ya know, those cookies are supposed to tell your fortune, but all they do is state a limmerick." I shook my head and turned away. "Why don't you just sleep on the recliner in the living room? It's less... awkward." I stiffened as I felt her arms drape around me. Her head was on my shoulder when she spoke. "Aww. Is Scotty embarassed? Is he afraid of sleeping with a girl? Or maybe he's scared he'll admit that he loves me." I shook her off, not responding. I took my P.J.'s and balnket and moved to the living room.
"Man, you look beat," my buddy, Max, said as I sat down next to him sixth hour, which is the first time I see him. I groaned and leaned back. "Oh, there was this crazy lady who ran me over (he stared in shock as I continued), and she's staying at my house and she tried hitting on me, so I had to sleep on the old recliner we have. Yeah, it was rough." He stared at my forehead. "I guess that's where you got that bump." I felt the bandaid and smirked. "Nah, that's where she hit me with her guitar." Max's eyes widened. "Jeez. And here I thought I had it rough when the teach caught me looking up the answers." Rap! The sharp sound of a ruler hitting a desk caused the class to come to attention. Mr. Dourse looked around at the students still standing and carrying on. "Tu Pac is alive!" he shouted suddenly, scaring the students. I laughed. What a way to get attention. "Good. Now when we last left off, we learned that the..." He was interrupted as a official looking man stepped into the room. "Is there a..." he looked at a form, "Scott Kilder here?" I shrunk in my seat as everyone 'ooohed' and 'busted' and 'you're future is screwed.' Rap! "Kennedy wasn't assasinated!" Even the official man jumped. Mr. Dourse looked at the man. "How important is this?" "Very." "Well then, Scott, I think you should go." I took my stuff and walked to the man. As I passed him, he said "I need to talk to you in a private matter. No telling anyone." I shrugged. Maybe today wouldn't be as boring.
AN: Sorry if Haruko seems to be too perverted. I always thought she was incredibly horny on the show. I remebered in Ch. 1 that I said Scott's ribs were broken. They weren't actually broken, it just felt that way. He also seems to be a fast healer. I may need to remeber that....