Well, time for chapter two of a fic I feel proud about already. I feel it's going through a phase of planning in my head all the time. Well, as you know, I don't own FLCL, and if I did, I'd be Naota! I don't own it though… so, let us all start on this pretty awesome fic adventure, shall we? Yes, I guess we certainly shall.
Traverse: Get your stuff, 'eh?
Well, after Naota got off of work, he stepped outside the bakery, and took a deep whiff of air, making up his mind to preferring the bakery air much more. Shiki met him right outside the door, with a big happy grin on his face. Naota exchanged the same grin when he remembered what was going on. So, their checklist, is a car, suitcases, their clothes, and maybe some other stuff they'll think of later… you get the drift, right? They clambered over to their place, then remembered right after they forgot… GET THE STUFF! They went into town into a nice department store for suitcases. They decided they didn't like any of them really, and went into a thrift shop. Heh, Shiki came out with a white-and-black checkered suitcase, trimmed in gold, while Naota had a flame suitcase.
"What the hell were you thinking, Shiki?" came a confused Naota.
"Oh? A flame suitcase is better than classic checker? Please." chuckled a skeptical Shiki.
"Alright let's get to finding a car, alright?" spoke Naota, as he began to drag Shiki to a good car dealership he had speculation about.
They got their, and the cars actually did look pretty nice. They had mostly sporty little cars and all. 'Course, Naota picked a classic that they were awesomely lucky to actually find there. They got a1953 Corvette, and yes, it was in GREAT condition. They bribed it from the owner, really, though. He was saving it for himself, and they snagged it from him, pretty much. Now, instead of walking around town, they were cruising around, looking pretty freakin' cool, really. They decided to give it a new, custom paintjob, which was a kind of mural of an ol' school samurai fight between a bunch of samurai with a kind of hip-hop/alternative feel to it. Overall, the car's a beast now. They decided they were gonna get new clothes. They went to various stores, and bought various clothes, to which I might be up to revealing later. Either way, all they had to do now was pack their clothes in their suitcases, and say goodbye to Kamon. Poor Kamon… he's going to be so lonely without Naota there.
Skipped ahead to the goodbyes, Naota gave his dad a hug as he enlighteningly declared "It's ok, pop. We'll be back to see you, and we'll be successful! Right, Shiki?"
Shiki was lounging near the window, watching two hot ladies in a cat-fight, and then popped back into reality "Hmm, ohh? Yea, yea… Kamon, here… take this…"
Shiki handed Kamon quite a large lump some of money. He knew it wouldn't ease the pain of not seeing his son and adopted 'brother' for a while, but it was the best he could really do. He wasn't really too big on goodbyes, really. Not usually anyway.
"Hot damn! That's alotta money! See you guys later!" exclaimed Kamon, as he thumbed through the nice stack.
Or maybe it does ease the pain, thought Shiki. Either way, they prepared to depart onward to their new adventure, where who knows what awaits them. Shiki and Naota jumped in the '53 'Vette, and prepared to go driving off into the sunset, until Shiki realized something. He had forgotten someone. He jumped out of the car and ran back downtown, praying that she was still here. He skidded in front of a bridal shop, and saw her, picking out a long flowing white dress, not really caring she was preparing for her wedding. He bumbled inside at her feet, slamming on his face, in normal idiocy. He looked up and got a nose bleed, 'cause it was just late in the same day she was here, and she was still wearing her skirt.
"Shiki, you perv! Quit staring, before I kick your teeth out!" she tried to pull her skirt down some, and actually prepared to stomp on him.
"Eri, no, please… just a sec…" he got up and dusted himself off, then really looked at where he was at.
He carefully asked, trying not to bust out in cuss words "Is this why we can't be together? Please say this isn't why…"
She gave a soft nod, and said quietly to him "I'm sorry, but I'm getting married, Shiki… I would've… well… I apologize."
He took a seat on the floor, trying to stop his head from spinning, 'til he came up with his quick answer "Well, take care. I'm leaving to Tobaku-shi, and I might not be back…"
He quickly got up, and was met outside by Naota in the car. "We have a car, dumb ass. I could've driven you."
Shiki was feeling kinda jealous of the man he didn't even know, as he grumbled "let's get the hell outta here… Hit the road, y'know?"
Naota just nodded, and began en route to Tobaku-shi. That's all they had to do to move on to a totally new experience. Then again, would moving really change anything? Would it mend your heart and soul? Maybe. There's certainly a chance of finding someone there for you…
Keep On Dreamin'.
End of Ch. 2
