FLCL 6
I'm back, for some reason. Thanks to the people reviewing my fic. In answer to one worried person's review, the only reason I am making this take place in America is that I haven't the slightest clue about Japanese culture, so I'd probably botch it up and have a bunch of people complaining. So there.
Ever have one of those days that steadily keeps getting worse? Well, that day was one of those. A robot popping out of my head, another one trying to kill me, and Haruko just… being there. Yeah, I think I have reason to complain. As I was saying, I was standing there when it dawns on me that I'm about to get demolished by a walking computer when something wraps around my waist. I turned slightly, trying to see what it was. Turns out it was my robot… why do I keep saying my? Anyway, some black head, like the dog thing in the Zelda games, popped out of its chest and lashed a tongue around me. Before I could even think of how gross this was, I was pulled backwards into the mouth. If I was in any way coherent, I probably would have done something, but I think I was half unconscious. The next thing I know is that there is a bright light at the end of a tunnel, and I'm moving a thousand miles per hour through it. I thought my stomach was stuck in my left foot. As I come flying out, I have just enough time to see the Naota guy holding the guitar again before… well, you can guess, right? Anyway, as I'm flying away from him, I notice Haruko revving up her vespa again. She was running away!
"What the hell?" I swore. She didn't strike me as the one to run away, but she was, jabbering oddly.
"Run, run, run, as fast as you can…" I heard, not understanding her use of children's fairy tales, as she turned around. It looked like, for once, she was not going to collide the thing into me. Unfortunately, I need glasses, because she managed, in a chance perhaps one in a billion, to wipe out her vespa on a rock. Needless to say, that did not bode well for me. Resigned to my fate I sighed and waited for the oh-so familiar pain in my head. I wasn't disappointed. As I'm flying yet again, I get a glimpse of the robots fighting mano-a-mano, landing blows that left a metallic ringing in everyone's ears, as well as April starting to stand, clutching her head. I waved my arms furiously, for I was zooming straight towards her. My flapping arms did not provide me with the lift I needed to evade, of course, so now she also was one who was going to suffer a massive headache for the next few nights.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Maniacal cackling hit my ears as I woke up.
I pushed myself off of the ground, and April, I noticed with a blush, to look around. My mouth gaped; the entire block was ruined! Shrapnel stood on end around us, forming a makeshift cage of glass, building material, and vending machines. A building had the upper fifteen stories resting beside it. First, I was shocked because I didn't know we had a building that large in Milwaukee, then second because I realized that this was caused by two people, maybe four, if you counted the 'bots. I stood slowly, reaching a hand down to a waking April to watch as the coolest and scariest thing ever take place in front of me. Two blurs of motion zoomed across my field of vision, leaping off of building sides. Every time each blur collided, shockwaves broke the glass of those aforementioned buildings. I dove down to cover my self from the shrapnel. Turns out, I didn't have to. A shadow covered me, and I saw my robot leaning over both April and I. The other one just stood there, its arms crossed and tapping its foot.
"What, you guys made a truce?" I asked and the thing looked at me. I shook my head slightly and looked back to the blurs. They had slowed down somewhat, allowing me to see them better. One of them, Naota, had swung his guitar low before snapping it back and stabbing forward. Haruko grabbed hers in both hands and pushed down against Naota's, sending it wide to the side. She brought hers back up and slammed down. Naota caught it with his free hand and held it in place. I thought I heard him laugh as he brought the guitar in a horizontal arc, crushing into Haruko's spine. He released his hold on her as she soared through the air, crashing through one building… and when I say through, I mean completely through, as in, in one side and out the other. I winced as she fell. The shadow was gone and I saw my robot running to where she was going to land. It managed to catch her, and as thanks, Haruko hit it over the head a few times, yelling.
"LET GO OF ME! ROBOT RAPE!" I started laughing. How absurd…
"Scott? What's going on?" I turn again, getting dizzy from doing it so much, to see April standing unsteadily, clutching her head. What made me dizzy this time wasn't turning around, but the two cat ears popping out from her head.
"Er… not much, April," I said, trying not to stare. You never want to make someone nervous when you can help it. She nodded slightly and reached up to hold her forehead.
"My head hurts." I nodded in what I thought would be a comforting way. She walked over to me slowly, stumbling every now and then, before she wrapped both arms tightly around my middle. "I'm scared, Scott. I want to go home." I hugged her back, still looking at the "warriors." Seems as if a new competitor appeared, another blur. Ninamori, I thought.
"I think it's time to go now, April," I stated quickly, letting go and walking to where her car had been. She followed and we soon came upon the wreck.
"My car! Oh Jesus! My parents are gonna kill me!" I could see why. The hood had a large footprint stepped into it. The windshield was cracked and jagged, most of it within the interior. The roof was… gone. "Oh God!" April lifted both hands and set them atop her head in anxiety… and they landed on the ears. "What the…" Crap. "Scott? Are these… cat ears?"
"Uh… no?" I said lamely, shrugging. She glared at me for a moment, before she clutched her stomach and keeled over. She was kneeling when I started walking to her. Just as I was going to place my hand on her shoulder, she jerked suddenly, her back arching backwards, her hair floating in the air as the ears sharpened and elongated, turning to metal. A third prod shot out of the back of her head, and then a fourth out from the base of her spinal column. "Oh, that can't be good." How could this get worse?
Finally finished it. Sorry it took so long, but I was working on other stories and I had a case of writers block. The ending seems a bit forced, and I'm sorry about that. Review if you want, and if you have any suggestions, put them there too. I need some constructive criticism.