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.
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Haruko POV
Chapter 4 - Lostraightjacket
I am the cannon that will wreck your home,
I am the sword that will reshape your bones,
I am the piano that nobody plays,
when everybody's home,
I know your veins so much better than you,
I know the condition of your heart,
I can smell the glue,
I know where you keep the diamonds and the meat,
I know how to eat them when they shut off the heat,
I know the devil,
He taught me how to smile,
without showing my gums,
He taught me which end is shallow.
Now I know how fast I gotta run.
So keep those pictures on the shelf,
And keep your prayers to yourself,
We live like this for laughs not for fun,
And not for God... not for anyone.
I hear the devil is mixing up some sugar and some tea,
Round and round with those old rotten feet,
So just the basics, no need to poison me please,
the bitter, the sweeter, the better for me
-Nick Torres
I hate the smell of this place.
Dusty.
It was effusive, everything about this place.
It was like walking into an old western, the place, in all respect was something out of a Hollywood movie set. From the saloon to the little shops, and even the jail that was falling apart. Even the people looked like they were plucked straight out of the 1840's.
My damn Vespa had overshot the target, and I ended up in the middle of nowhere USA.
Some old man's voice had taken me out of my deep thoughts.
"Need gas senorita?"
I looked at him.
There's no need for your fake talk to me, you weren't born in the 1800's, the Alamo has been penetrated, and the Spanish American War is over grandpa, but since you seem like the only person who isn't afraid to talk to me in this town I'll take you up on your offer.
He looked shocked, but regained his stature.
"I guess that's a yes."
The sound of him walking behind me and over to my Vespa infiltrated my thoughts.
So where exactly is this place?
His green shirt with a plaid pattern was the only thing I could focus on. His hands reached for a bottle of moonshine which he proceeded to take huge gulps of.
"Well, you aren't from here are ya? Well this is Arkansas little lady, right in the middle of it."
Damn.
He smiled me a toothy grin.
"So where ya off ta anywho?"
I started fumbling for my map in my bag.
Home. I smiled at him.
"Sounds good" He set the yellowish bottle down on the floor. Then he got the gas pump.
"Premium?"
I nodded.
The map was confusing, but not as bad as the interstellar one that was just issued. From each planet to planet there held series of different intricate paths not easily red, like the blue and red ones on this one.
The old man was shaking as he put the pump in, a disease as far as I could tell was the cause. I ran my fingers over the red.
How long do you think it would take to get to the nearest airport?
The man fingered the buttons on his overalls and drawled out his words like he was pulling them out of his head slowly with a string.
"Ahh.. about a few hours away drive."
Thanks.
"No problem"
I, Haruhara Haruko knew where to go now.
Ah-ha!
I got it!
I can always find my way.
"It's all filled up darlin'"
Thanks.
I handed him a crisp $100 bill.
He looked at me wide-eyed,
"I can take that there money, it was only $10."
It's all I have, besides you need it.
He took it reluctantly, but I knew he was happy.
"Thank you then."
No problem.
I got on my vespa, and dragged my bag along across my shoulder. With my routine done, I waved a hand, and clutched the handles and floored the gas pedal. The smoke thinned out around me, and flew along with me as the town made its goodbye on the horizon as a single speck of gold shining in the distance.
Haruko...
My instincts stopped, as I heard that name being said in that particular way. I went off my vespa, and looked around.
"Naota?"
With arms spread wide to welcome the impending nothing.
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