I am the authoress...person. Bluewolfgirl at your service. Man I wish I had a spiffier name. Ah well, at least there are no numbers or dashes. Oh, also, you may be wondering WHY I bothered to wait until chapter six to officially...welcome you. Or maybe I did welcome you back in Chapter 1.
Only you would know, because I never reread my chapters after they're posted. Ever. And if I do, I certainly don't read the rambling above and below the ACTUAL story. There's never anything of interest except responds to reviews. Review and I will respond. No matter how dumb. So, if you never review. Ever. Then you shouldn't ever read the rambling before and after the story. Ever.
Because I will make fun of you and you certainly don't wanna read that right?
Disclaimer: I'm just throwing this here so you don't have to continue reading the mindless rambling anymore.
He was pacing, a habit he thought he'd gotten rid of. Haruko was watching him, perched comfortably on the edge of the futon in Ato's room. It wasn't the top bunk but... hey, it worked. Ato halted in his pacing, turning to glare at Haruko.
"Why won't you come? You force your way into everything else in my life!"
The alien girl merely shrugged, focusing intently on the spot just left of Ato's head.
" Too many people. I'd get claustrophobic."
He continued glaring, obviously not satisfied with that particular excuse. She couldn't really blame him, it was pretty lame.
"And...?"
She sighed and gave in, making a mental note to get revenge later. Maybe fall asleep during his performance. Or insult it.
"And I don't like talent shows. They're boring and, despite the name, no one ever actually has any talent."
Wrinkling her nose in distaste, she glanced at Ato and immediately wished she hadn't. He was looking at her with those big blue eyes, pulling off the puppy dog look fairly well. Enough to make her feel somewhat guilty.
"But you only have to come for our perfomance. You don't have to sit through the rest of the stuff Haruko!"
Grumbling under her breath about persistant little brats she relented, wondering vaguely why he wanted HER to be there so badly.
"Fine. I'll go to the stupid show. But you guys better not suck."
He grinned triumphantly at her in a way that reminded her suspiciously of...herself! Since when did he manage to perfect her cheeky, 'I-Just-Ate-The-Canary' grin! His eyes sparkling with mischeif unbecoming of a fifteen year old boy, he ran out the door, waving over his shoulder. With yet another sigh, though this was more out of habit, she began plotting her revenge, making notes to pick up some worms and dirt for his lunch. She would never understand that kid. She didn't understand him when he was Naota, and she didn't understand him now.
I should really start hating kids...
She sat in one of those fold out chairs, her feet propped up on the back of the chair in front of her. The three seats to her left were occupied by her guitar, a bag filled with trash from what she'd raided of the vending machines, and Ato's school bag. The three seats on her right held Mamimi's purse, since the woman herself was taking a smoke, a bouquet of flowers that were NOT from her, and a pack of sour drinks.
Of course, she had the best seats in the house. Not from getting there early, but simply because anyone there before quickly found new seats. And anyone that made any move to sit down in one of the six seats she had stolen, or looked like they were about to ask, she glared at with such intensity that it sent five kids running, and made one full grown man start to cry.
What? She liked her space.
Plus she had already had to sit through an accordion player, a yodeler, and some kid who had tried to play the electric triangle. So she'd given Ato a good whack on the head, while saying something or other about good luck. Ah...sweet revenge.
Amazingly, he hadn't been knocked unconscious. Not that that was her intent but... a night at the hospital was better than this.
She was snapped out of her thoughts by the disappearance of the only spotlight in the room, plunging everything into darkness. Only a moment later did the lights spring back to light, illuminating the stage with multiple different colors. A thick gray fog swept across the stage floor, and three shadowy figures appeared in the middle of the stage. As the fog settled, the figures became more visible.
Nina sat behind a set of red and white drums, her dark clothing and spiked purple hair standing out brilliantly against the pale colors.
The kid playing guitar was snotty looking, with ash blonde hair done up in a bad moehawk, which looked more ridiculous than cool. He struck a pose, obviously trying to show off the leather jacket, and diamond skull and bodes emblem emblazoned on his shirt.
Finally, Ato stood as leader of the group, shaggy black hair falling over his eyes, though the blue orbs stood out sharply against his face. A black collar was fastened around his throat, and he looked vaguely uncomfortable in the clingy shirt, and ripped/paint splattered loose jeans.
After a moment of dead silence the entire audience broke into a somewhat hesitant applause. They'd been listening to junk the entire night, how much better could these kids be?
With a deep breath Ato clutched the microphone with a death grip, eyes skittering nervously over the audience, and began singing.
( Since I don't wanna make this a songfic, and I can't write my own songs...I'm not writing down the lyrics. Which would probably be incorrect anyway. )
A Couple Minutes Later
The crowd was silent for a second after the song ended, then erupted into applause. Cheers, whistles, and hoots for more echoed through the auditorium. The band merely bowed and quietly left the stage, though Haruko thought she caught a glimpse of a grin on Ato's face as he walked off.
By the time the talent show was over and Haruko had managed to convince coughthreatencough a few people to help her carry the stuff she had used to save seats and made her way backstage, she found Ato surrounded by a group of people, murmurs of compliments traveling to where Haruko stood.
Ato, catching sight of the pink hair through a brief gap in the people, pushed his way past the crowd and rushed over to her, blue eyes gleaming. He stared at her patiently, not even glancing at the people behind her holding the stuff. Realizing he was waiting for her opinion, she took a deep breath, laid a hand on his shoulder, and looked him straight in the eye.
"Ato...I'm going to tell you the complete and total truth..."
She paused for dramatic effect, mustered up a slight smile, and finally spoke.
"You guys sucked."
Anyway, if you want to know what song Ato was going to sing, it was Take Me Out, by Franz Ferdinand. Personally, I think it fits Naota to a T.