Let It Enfold You
by: xanim3ang3lx
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Disclaimer: I do not own FLCL or Ecko or this poem.
Authors Notes: Hey everyone this is my second FLCL fic, and it's a little bit different than the rest. The chapters start off with a poem and as you know it's not mine. So have fun reading it, it's more of an introspective fic. It's kind of like the book the Joy Luck Club. .
For those who do not know who Kamon is, he is Naota's father.
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Kamon POV
Chapter 2- Spiderwebbing
it is high time for the cutting of ropes,
in backward movies I saw my mistakes,
but my heart does not agree with the logically sound,
sycophantic ploys to gain entry,
into my complicated machinery,
while I was caught up in chivalry,
you were becoming my circuitry
-Evan Jewett
This is a labyrinth.
Hangovers. How positively horrible. I woke up feeling that my mind was gonna burst with these crazy thoughts. I reached for my newest addiction, Zoloft. I had read that it was the new wonder pill, and could make all your problems go away.
I know it sounds silly, a grown man asking for salvation in a white pill.
Then again I could be asking for salvation somewhere else.
This house has gotten too out of control. I heard my father stir in the living room, his life has been sucked out of him ever since a few years ago, since some young lady had stormed into my house and danced into my son's heart and into my life.
My life.
It sounds weird thinking about it.
Ever since my wife had left, it had been too hard to think about my life, or how I was before all of this. I refuse to believe that I am merely a shell of my former self. That famous reporter and writer Kamon Nanabada is not himself anymore.
I am lying.
My father, before he had reached senility, had taught me the greatest lessons I had learned in life. I try to pass this stuff on to my son, but he never listens to me. If my father was still ok, he'd be a better father than me... God, only knows what I have done to Naota.
What have I done, though?
My wife left me, and I vaguely remember anything about that day, except I ended up in this hospital with a huge scar across my chest, and a baby son who needed me.
But now he doesn't need me.
No one needs me.
This shit should be over and done with, it was 11:00, and I had my article due since last Wednesday about that girl's father's slut, that secretary, that lie.
The dazzling beauty, her brown hair fanned across her back, her milky white skin with a bronzish tan on all the right places, her shapely lips, and those eyes.
Those stange eyes, the perfect mix of structure and color. Just like... just like hers. The hazel with a dark blue, it's the only thing Naota had not inherited from his mother. Which I am happy about, if he had those eyes, I wouldn't bear to look at him.
Either way, I don't look at him.
Ever since his 13 birthday he has been independent, and we have hardly spoken in these years. I wonder if it was about that girl, about something else, or it was just we never close at all.
It was hard for me to get close to people, but when it was with his mother it was a different story.
She was the only person in this world who I had ever felt connected to.. who had ever made me feel complete.
When she left though, she just didn't take away my other half, but my life, and all the last pieces of dignity I had ever had. All my creativity and soul had been drained, and sometimes I wonder how she got away with that.
Yet when that other girl came in, she had made me feel like.. I was real again.
Her complexity, her silliness, her aura. It made me feel like a child, and it was what I think made Naota hate me. In his eyes he believed that I had taken two women out of his life, his mother and now her. That angel, devil, a hybrid mother/wife. Someone who could take care of my emotional needs on a different level than anyone could, and that was by being an enigma, by being a mirror of myself. Physically, she was the release I needed.
She told me things no one else could.
These secrets, which I held that no one could ever know.
The real truth about Atomsk.
The truth about Haruko.
I can hear the sounds of people yelling outside. It's the only sound I know.
This is a huge blank space.
Literally.
I picked up an old children's book on my bedpost.
"My, my what a tangled web we weave"
The spider had jolted towards its prey.
"Please, do not hurt me" the boy whimpered.
The spider's legs fanned throughout the web.
"What makes you think that I will stop?" she asked.
The boy grabbed a lighter from his pocket.
"If you come any closer we are going down"
The spider laughed and rolled over on its belly showing its deep blood red hourglass.
"At least we are going in flames together."
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