|Return of a Friend
Author: Dragon Kamui PM
Six years ago, Naota was left staring at the sky. Now he's 18 and his life is about to change once again. Haruko has finally returned, but stricken with serious wounds. What the hell? How'd it happen? Naota will try his hardest to figure this out.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Romance - Chapters: 7 - Words: 10,257 - Reviews: 29 - Favs: 10 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 09-18-04 - Published: 09-11-04 - id: 2053876
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Author's Note- Okay, so this is my first fanfic ever and I'm not so sure if it'll be any good, but please let me know im some reviews. Thanks!
"So, Ta-kun. How long's it been?" Mamimi said, putting down her spork and leaning back in her chair.
"Huh...?" Naota mumbled in a bored fashion, leaning on his elbows at his kitchen table.
"Oh come on! You know what I mean. ...You miss her a lot don't you?"
Naota looked at his almost full bowl of spicy curry. "It's been six years... and... I don't want to talk about it," he said tilting his head back.
"Oh...okay," Mamimi said, rising from the table. With one smooth move she slid behind his chair and wrapped her arms around his neck gently, putting her head next to his. He could smell her body spray and feel her warm breath on his cheek as she talked.
"Well, I think I'm gonna go now. I've gotta get these developed," she said. Standing up straight, she flaunted 4 rolls of undeveloped photos.
"Okay, seeya," the eighteen year old Naota said as he showed her out of the house.
So much had happened since Haruko had left. Their family-owned bread shop closed and his father and grandfather had left to live with his older brother in America. Even Kanchi, their one-of-a-kind robot, had gone off somewhere. Right now, he was alone. He'd stayed here to finish high school, but he had no idea why. What was he going to do now that he had just graduated? It seemed the only thing he could do well was play a bass guitar.
Sighing, Naota made his way to his room. Things had changed little in this room since that fateful day six years ago. The old bunk bed was gone and in its place was a regular king sized one. Clothes were strewn everywhere, along with magazines and paper. There was a blue and white bass guitar sitting on its stand in the far corner. One magazine in particular caught his eye.
"Was it really that long ago?" he mumbled to himself, touching his forehead. He looked ruefully down at the photo on one of the pages. It was of a young boy, 12 years old. The boy was standing, back to the camera, staring at an orange sky with a blue and white guitar held tightly in his hands. Naota walked slowly to his desk. Carefully, he placed the six-year-old magazine in a drawer, and made his way to his front facing window.
He leaned on the windowsill, looking out at the enormous Medical Mechanica factory. Once again he touched his forehead. Suddenly he saw a bright glimmer in the sky above the huge iron-like structure. Squinting, he focused hard on the small speck, which was growing larger and larger every second. He didn't know what it was until he heard the sound of a small scooter engine. It was her! Haruko was back! Who else had a flying Vespa with a mind of its own?
It was amazing how fast he flew from his room, down the stairs, through the living room, and out the front door, to come skidding to a halt outside his house.
He looked wide-eyed into the sky, adrenaline pumping fiercely through his veins. Clenching and unclenching his fist he watched the yellow Vespa slowly becoming more and more visible.
Suddenly he realized something was very wrong. Kanchi, not Haruko, was driving the magical vehicle. "What?! W-Where is she?!" he thought frantically, cursing his normal human eyes because he couldn't see the Vespa clearly.
The yellow vehicle drew closer and closer as Naota stood rooted to the spot, tense and trembling. The tires screamed as it hit the ground zooming straight for him. Naota stood still as the Vespa screeched to a halt a single foot from him.
He stood paralyzed for a moment. He couldn't believe this was happening. Kanchi dismounted the motorbike and helped Haruko off of the seat. She was covered with blood and many serious wounds. She stumbled as Kanchi let her go. Naota rushed forward and caught her as she fell. Haruko looked blearily at him as he embraced her.
"W-Wow.... ::cough:: You're all grown up" she sputtered as she fell limp in his arms.
Tears welled in his eyes as he picked her up carefully. He gave Kanchi a quick stone stare, "Why the hell are you just standing there?! Get my bed ready for her!"
Kanchi rushed off.
"You look just the same as the day you left," he said quietly as he cradled, Haruko in his arms, gently carrying her into the house.
As he made his way to his room, Naoto had thought upon thought flashing through his mind.
Kanchi slid the door to his room open as Naota reached it. He carefully laid Haruko his bed, not caring one bit about the blood that was getting everywhere. All he cared about was her safety. She had to live. He would die if she didn't.
"Kanchi! Go get something to help her! Bandages, water, strips of cloth! I don't give a damn! We just need her to live!"
"N-Naota," Haruko trembled quietly under the warm blankets, "Your not a kid anymore." She smiled and turned her head slightly to look at him as he knelt next to the bed stroking her vivid pink hair.
"No, I guess I'm not," he answered, trying to hold in the tears that were gathering in his eyes, "W-What happened to you?" he cried, putting his head on the bed next to hers, stifling his sobbing. "I've been so... alone... ever since you left. Why'd you leave me?" he cried.
Haruko looked at Naota as he cried next to her, "I... I had to. You were still a kid. I couldn't take you with me. You still had a full life ahead of you, I couldn't let you get hurt. Heh. I still remember the last thing you told me. You... said that you loved me."
Naota opened his eyes and looked into Haruko's. Images of their last meeting flashed in his mind. It was a spur-of-the-moment type of thing that happened all those years ago, but he still held that moment very dear.
"Haruko... why are you crying?" Naota said when she put her head down and looked at the bed quietly sobbing. He lifted her chin so she looked straight at him.
"It's just that I thought I was going to die... and... the first thought that came into my mind was that I needed to see you.... Naota, ever since I left.... I've missed you so much. I knew you were young when we met, ...but I... always had feelings for you...."