Disclaimer: See first Chapter.

Author's Notes: Many Thanks to Studio Gainax. Without them, there wouldn't be FLCL or Neon Genesis Evangelion. Many thanks to those that thoroughly enjoyed The Return of Atomsk as well as the entire FLCL fan fiction community. If not for these things, I wouldn't be writing this…this insane, damn-near blasphemous story.

Now on with the story!

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Chapter Two

In outer space, a pod raced through out the solar system. Contents included a psychotic warrior, hell bent on destruction.

Sakai Hibuki might be a middle-aged man, but he was a fine young ninja back in the day. Even though he was no longer at his prime, he still knew how to kick some arse. "Mua ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Just you wait, Naota Nanadaba! I am coming for you! I will make you feel the steel, bee-otch!" In anticipation of his victory, he broke out the infernal disco point of doom. "Ow, ow, ow, ow! Stayin' Alive, stayin' alive! Ow, ow, ow, ow! Stayin' ali...ve!"

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Those on the train from Tokyo to Mabase were in for a long haul. Asides from the memory of a certain young man, only one thing gave Samejima Mamimi comfort... Music! She screeched along with the lyrics being spewed out from her Discman. "You mark your skin, it gives you pleasure! I take your precious art, it becomes my leather! Exposing your hide, before you have died! Violence Defied!" Mamimi, though she made plenty of money, always felt empty inside. Because of this mysterious void, she's always felt down about life. Hence, her dark music was used an escape. "Do you desire...to be ripped up and torn apart! Do you desire...to satisfy my fucked mind! Do you desire...to satisfy my thoughts! Rah!"

Nowadays, Mamimi only wore clothes composed of one fundamental color: black. She believed it brought out the gothic personality she has developed over the years. The current outfit she had on complimented her figure quite nicely…be it her tight, black tank top with the Lacuna Coil logo, that exposed a good deal of her nicely filled out bosom and flat mid drift. Be it her short, black jean mini-skirt, which hung no more than half an inch below the crotch of her panties, allowing you to nearly see all of her silky thighs. Be it her black high heel slippers, which make her look taller and more slender. She stood 5 foot 5 inches by default, then 5 foot 10 inches with the high heels.

She had dated several people since coming to Tokyo, though there was only one thing they were after... Just like him. Just like Tasuku. Those relationships lasted a couple of months at the very latest, usually no more than a week or so.

"You mark your skin, it gives you pleasure! I take your precious art, it becomes my leather! Exposing your hide, before you have died! Decency defied!"

This gothic personality of hers, though it could be a symptom of her depression, was useful at warding away unwanted male attention, at least the sane ones. She just hoped it wouldn't ward away her old friend.

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Back in Mabase. About noon. Naota wandered the streets aimlessly with Kanti at his side. He thought the former Medical Mechanica robot might come in handy if more of those sideshow freaks reared their ugly heads.

It was beyond anyone's reason why Kanchi had been able to enjoy human food and beverages. When they stopped at a Ramen stand, the thing chowed down on a Jumbo Shrimp with Lobster Sauce soup entrée with chicken fried rice. It also downed God knows how many Coca Colas per day.

They just wandered about downtown, minding their business… Until something dangerous, something shiny; something pointy was aimed at them. This thing appeared to be six point shuriken-throwing knife. Kanti's astute robot senses picked it up. Surprisingly, Naota did too. Must have been the fraction of Atomsk's power that dwelled inside of him. They looked around the streets. Nothing suspicious. When they looked up, they say a faint figure on top of a skyscraper. The skyscraper was labeled Konami.

This faint figure performed a suicide jump. Surprisingly enough, it effortlessly survived the 700 foot jump…and landed right in front of the boy.

Naota faintly smiled. "Oh. It's you."

The suicide jumper growled. "I am l337 n1nj4 m45t3r Sakai, and don't you forget it!"

The boy frowned. "So what? I told you once: I'm not gonna let you use me to make a stupid weapon for your stupid company."

Sakai grinned as showed off his sharp, pearly whites. "I'm not giving you a choice!" There was a small sheath strapped around his waist. He pulled out the short sword inside. "This, my friend, is a Tang-style Wakizashi! A long time ago, the samurais used this as a side arm. Now it is used as the sword of Medical Mechanica!"

Naota smiled. "Kanti, why don't you show this fool how a real man fights?"

[root at kanti dot localhost]# echo Gladly.

In the blink of an eye, Kanti's metallic shell changed from blue to red.

The ninja let loose a cry of war before charging the robot. "Tai-achi!" He brought the wakizashi down with all of his strength… CRACK!

The boy chuckled. "Well, so much for your weapon."

Sakai's eyes were bloodshot with rage. "You asshole! That wakizashi cost me ten thousand Medical Mechanica Credits!"

The young mister Nandaba shrugged. "Who cares? Kanti, shut him up already."

Kanti drove its gargantuan left fist into the man's stomach, giving him the T.K.O. instantly.

[root at kanti dot hocalhost]# echo What should I do with him now?

Naota was not too elaborate in reply. "Just throw him in an alley way dumpster or some shit."

[root at kanti dot localhost]# echo Sweet.

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Hours later. Naota and Kanchi still wandered about, with no objective in sight. However, that would change as soon as they reached the train station…for when they did, Naota was completely speechless at what he saw.

His eyes were wide with shock as nostalgia hit him like a brick. 'That girl! I've seen her before.' It didn't take long for it to click. "Samejima Mamimi!"

The crowd looked around. Mamimi was well known these days, and when the men saw her in the flesh, they whistled and cat called towards her.

Mamimi paid no mind to them however. She only cared about one thing at the moment. "Naota-kun!" There was a bright smile on her profile.

They ran to each other... And damn near had a head on collision. When up close, they embraced tightly. Once they parted from the warm embrace, the questions had begun.

"Mamimi-san, what are you doing here?"

The woman replied, "I'm here to visit you. Is that okay?"

Naota blushed and nearly stammered his response. "S-s-sure."

She giggled at the boy's nervous demeanor. "You're so cute when you do that."

Naota's face only flushed deeper. "You think so?"

"Yep." Mamimi thought it might not be a good idea to embarrass him further. She extended her left hand to Kanti. "Sup Kanti-sama?"

The robot shook her hand.

[root at kanti dot localhost]# echo Not much.

Mamimi then immediately whispered to the young man, "Naota-kun, do you mind if we talk in a more private place?"

Naota whispered in kind, "Not at all. What place do you have in mind?"

Mamimi grinned maliciously. "Your bedroom will do nicely."

Mister Nandaba's blush was so intense that it had been totally off the infrared scale.