I promise, I'll make Naota more IC this time.. ;; Plz R&R... Cuz I tried really hard on this chapter to make it seem like the real anime...
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Naota's eyes widened at the sight of his forehead in the mirror.
A tv screen. Was it part of a robot? It wasn't big enough to be part of Canti... And Haruko was gone.
Or was she back?
He hasn't thought of that since this morning. What if Haruko had returned?
And how will he hide this from his classmates?
He decided to just go home.
He would leave school without telling anyone, go home, and put something over it to cover it up. Like a hat.
He left the mirror and walked over to the bathroom door. He cracked it open a little, and peered out of it.
No one in sight. But what if someone turned the corner just as he did? Would they see his tv-head and think it were wierd? Would they tell Gaku, Masashi, and Ninamori about the tv? If Ninamori heard, would she remember Haruko and get insanely jealous?
He didn't have time to think of these things. He had to get out.
He quickly ran out the door of the bathroom and down the hall, towards the locker room to get his shoes. He was careful to keep his head covered with his hands, so it looked like he just had an immense headache, which he now did.
He got to the locker room and quickly places his shoes on. Gotta get out gotta get out gotta get out! That's all he could think as he rushed down to the main entrance.
"Hey", he suddenly heard someone call, but he didn't bother to look back. "Nandaba-san, get back here this instant or face a week of detention and one suspens--" before the person could finish thier sentance, Naota was out of the building.
But he couldn't stop running now. Not now that he was finally out of the school.
He got home shortly after.
"Naota-kun," His father greeted him as he entered the house, "Why are you home so early?"
"I was sick." He lied. But he couldn't tell his father the truth. "So they sent me home."
"Ah..." It was a good thing his father's office door was closed, or he would have seen his head. "What was the matter?"
"I had a headache. Why do you care, anyway? Go back to work." Naota walked up the stairs and into his room, where he collapsed on his bed.
Maybe when he wakes up it'll all just be a dream...
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Naota woke up later in the afternoon.
He got up out of bed and looked into his mirror. Nope. Still there.
"Nao, dinner." he heard his father call. But he didn't have much of an appetite.
"I don't want any." Naota replied, "What are you having, anyway?"
"Curry, your favorite."
"Then no, I don't want any. I'll make something later."
"Oh, by the way, Ninamori-san called. She said that she wants you to call her back and that she loves you." He said in a sly voice that made Naota want to punch someone.
"I don't care." Then he remembered that he was supposed to be going out with her, "I'll call her later." He slammed his bedroom door.
For a while Naota just sat in his room and stared into his mirror. He couldn't go to school, not like this. And he couldn't leave his room unless everyone was asleep.
He sighed. "Why does Haruko have to be so..." But he couldn't think of the word. No word could possibly describe her.
'Was it even Haruko that put this here...?' He wondered. 'Or is this just an aftereffect of two years ago?'
Just then his headache increased. He fell to his knees and grasped his head in his hands. "Oh, no...Damn tv screen!" he yelled, then something popped onto the screen.
He got up and looked in the mirror again. "...P?"
On his forehead was the sign, "P!"
Flashes.
Black and white. One flashbackof Haruko, her face looking disappointed. "You're the one I saw first, Takkun.."
Another Vision, Amarao, "Raharu..."
Tears welled up in his eyes.
"Dammit..Haruko..." He wiped the tears away.
Naota remembered how much he really missed that woman.
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The next day, Naota told his father that he couldn't go into school that day because he was still sick from the day before. And of course, Kamon believed him. And Naota also explained that his father could not enter the room because his illness was highly contageous.
After his father went out for more bread supplies, and his grandfather went to baseball practice, Naota left his room in search for a decent meal, since he didn't eat the night before.
"Nothing," He said, searching through the cabinets, "Nothing but bread, bread, and more bread..."
"Then make eggs with toast." he heard a familiar voice say, but he couldn't quite remember who it belonged to.
"Who's there?" He looked around his kitchen. No one else seemed to be in the room except him. "Show yourself or I'll get my bat!" It was always good to threaten the enemy...
"You haven't changed a bit, have you, Takkun?"
"My name's not Takkun, it's Naota! Takkun's my brother's name..." He answered. Then looked around again. "Who are you?"
"You remember me, don't you?" It was a female's voice, no doubt. But whose? "I didn't think your memory was so bad... Oh well. It's okay. Cats have good memories. Maybe I'll give you cat ears again."
Then it hit him.
"Haruko!" He looked around frantically. "Haruko, where are you?"
"Look in a mirror." He could almost hear the smirk in her voice.
He did, and there she was. On the tv in his head, there she was. The girl he'd never stopped thinking about for two years. "Haruko, where are you right now?"
"Well right now it seems I'm inside your head." She smirked, "But I'll be back to get you, Takkun, just like I promised."
Tears once again formed in his eyes. He hated it, this feeling. He felt so helpless, like the night Haruko came back from when she left for a short period of time, except this time it was much worse.
"Haruko..." He sniffed, "Where did you go? Are you coming back soon?"
Haruko smiled, this time sincerely. "Yeah, Takkun...I'm comin back soon. So wait for me, okay?"
"When? When will you be back to get me? Because I never stopped thinking about you. For two years, I never stopped...even for a second..." He was sobbing now.
"I know, Takkun. Don't worry, I'll be back soon. Just wait for me. Seeya then..." The screen went black and a big white "P!" symbol appeared again.
And he was left on his kitchen floor.
Crying like a baby.
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R&R Pplz! SECOND CHAPTA! RAWRRRR xD I'm really hyper right now on energy drinks... SHAZAHHHHHH! passes out --
