FLCL Overloaded: Genesis

Disclaimer: I do not own FLCL.

AN: genesis means 'beginning' or 'start'. In this story, it is no different. FLCL starts off where he already knows Mamimi. Well…this is the first story of FLCL told by yours truly. Enjoy.

Chapter 1: Samejima Mamimi

"What the hell is wrong with you!" she heard her mother screaming at her father again, early one morning.

She sighed and opened her eyes. It was going to be another one of those days; she could feel it. Something about today was a little off, making it unusually bitter, but still sweet. She smiled in spite of herself and sat up, swinging her legs around so that they touched the cold, wood floor. She looked around at her room and all of its bareness. She hadn't put anything on her walls. It was a large room with only a table, a bed, a closet and a lamp. Nothing else was there.

She went into the bathroom across the hall from her room and took a shower. She washed her hair and then dried her face, looking at herself in the mirror. Sighing, she went back into her room and grabbed some clothes –– a red and black tank and some black cargo pants. She found some black gym shoes and threw them on too. Once more, she looked at her room.

"It's plain," she sighed, standing up, "just like me."

Samejima Mamimi was just an ordinary girl from Mabase, Tokyo living with her mother and father. She liked living with them when she was young but grew up resenting it. She was hardly at her house because she hated all the yelling and screaming that they went through. They were either fighting or 'making up' in their bedroom. She hated all the noise they made. It was never just quiet.

That was why she became very addicted to the bridge; it was silent there. There was no one yelling at her for something she didn't do, and there was no one screaming at her for something she couldn't do. She liked the silence here. Somehow, she had grown addicted to the silence, to the peace. There was nothing more calming than this –– this silence.

Some rules were meant to be broken and some things were meant to be kept. This silence was one of those things that needed to be kept for her sanity if nothing else and she needed all the sanity she had left within. It wasn't as though she was crazy or anything. She was just a little loopy because of her parents always fighting and bickering. She grew bored of it and eventually, it started eating away at her sanity, reducing her to something close to insane. Loopy.

Because of her now lacking sanity, she became more and more independent of her parents, rarely seeing them through the days. She liked this newfound solitude and revealed in its passion, its glory. She liked being alone more than she liked being surrounded with fluttery and loud friends she grew bored of easily. This peace was something sweet, something that she needed to survive the day-to-day things. It was like a pill she had to take everyday to insure her sanity. Now that she was in seventh grade, she began to know what it was old people liked about big, empty houses. The silence.

It was easier when she was alone to sift through her thoughts. Away from the clutter of her home and her parents, she had time to think. Only just recently, she met this boy named Nandaba Tasuku who went to her old school. He saved her from the fire that had engulfed her school but lucky no lives. She smiled to herself, thinking of Tasuku-chan. He was the first friend she ever had and she appreciated him so very much.

"Hey Samejima," someone called out to her. She turned her head towards the voice and saw Tasuku, her friend. "I was looking for you at the ball park. Why didn't you come and see my game?"

"I'm sorry, Tasuku," she replied, half-heartedly. She enjoyed being with him, even if he was loud sometimes. "I forgot it was today and I slept in kinda, today."

"Oh –– it's ok," he replied swiftly, smiling at her. He stood up beside her, watching her intently. "So how are you?"

"Miserable," she replied sadly, wrapping her arms around her legs. He frowned. "I missed your game…and I'm always at your games…ever since you saved me, I mean."

"Samejima…?"

"I mean, I feel that I owe you that much, you know?" she said, more to herself than to him, even though he was still listening. He nodded and she went on, slowly at first. "I felt like I needed to repay you for what you had done for me. I thought it was my duty as your friend to be there for you…like you were there for me. That's when I realized my obsession for you."

"…"

"It's weird, I'm sure. But here's the thing. In my life, you have reached this unattainable place in my heart. Like some special status that no one has ever really gotten before, you know? I think that I want to keep you there…so I made myself promise to be by you always."

"What're you doing here all alone?" he asked. She stole a glance from this boy beside her with black hair and blue eyes. "I thought you would be with your friends?"

"I don't have any friends, Tasuku," she said sadly, looking out over the calm water. He sat down beside her, looking over at her with those very intent blue eyes.

"Yes you do," he answered firmly, wrapping his arm around her waist carefully. She glanced at him and that simple smile of his. "You have me, my dear Samejima Mamimi."

"Do I?" she asked simply, lying her head on his shoulder. He held her like that for a while; just looking out over the calm, blue water.

Mamimi was in grammar school when everything started. She was sixth grader in grammar school when her friend, Nandaba Tasuku, saved her from the burning flames of her school. She owed him he life and she felt grateful to him…and attracted. He stroked her head slowly as she stood there before him, a seventh grader in the same school.

After this, she became very close to him, coming with him to all of his baseball games and then with him to his house. Never before had she seen his little brother, even though he always spoke of him so highly. She wanted to meet this Naota kid and see what he was like. Supposedly, he was six and attending first grade. He had changed a lot since then.

"Yes, you have me…Mamimi," he replied, kissing her cheek. She blushed and then looked at him. He had never called her Mamimi before and he had never kissed her, or any other girl before either. "You will always have me…no matter what."

"Tasuku…why are you doing this?" she asked him. He simply smiled and held onto her tighter.

AN: just a little teaser. More on the way, I promise.