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and i almost had you;
Summary: Naota finds a strange girl, Road, following him on his journey.
Notes: Written for the F!S Fic Requests. Link lost; posted.
There was a strange girl following him.
Naota decided that he never should have accepted Minami’s invitation. She said that she was photographing a celebrity in his natural environment, but somehow he ended up in some weird town with crooked houses and a creepy-looking tower. Besides, it wasn’t like it was anything special. Except that Minami somehow got famous for photographing chairs, leopards, and paintings, sometimes all at once.
That weird girl was still following him. Frustrated, he turned around. “What do you want?” he grumbled, hiding the bottom half of his face in his jacket sheepishly.
“You’re weird,” the girl said, licking her lollipop. She was wearing a gothic dress, mostly black lace with white frills underneath. And the lollipop she was licking with humongous.
“I’m not weird,” he said defensively. Then, vengefully, he added, “You’re the weird one.”
“What do you mean?” She blinked.
He was still slightly uncomfortable around girls, even though this one seemed younger than he was. “Never mind,” he mumbled. “Go away.” He turned around and continued to walk. He heard the echoing footsteps.
“Why are you still following me?” he said, turning around again. She was even closer this time.
She giggled. It sounded somehow evil, but it didn’t scare him. He was a junior high student, after all. He was too old—no, he thought. He wasn’t too old for stupid stuff.
“You’re funny,” she said, and he realized that she was next to him, poking at him happily. “What’s your name? Are you an exorcist?”
“Leave me alone,” he said, shaking her off and storming down the road again. “And I’m not a—not a whatever. Go away.”
She giggled again, and he saw, from the corner of his eye, that she was easily keeping up. In fact, it seemed that she was skipping cheerfully.
“Aren’t your parents worried about you?” he grumbled.
“I live with my uncles,” she said innocently, and then giggled. “Were you worried about me?” Her voice trilled in the end, and she leaned in. She smelled like sweets and musk and lollipops and intoxication. Her face was barely inches away from his, and he could see her big eyes, her small nose, her wicked smile upturned.
He backed away, hiding more of his face in his shirt. “No,” he said shortly. “I’m doing something. So I’m busy.”
“Play with me!” She tugged at his arm.
He knocked her away. “No!”
Then he regretted it. She was holding her arm with a wondering look on her face. But as he opened his mouth to apologize, she burst out laughing again.
“You’re funny,” she giggled, “You’re very, very fun. I want you. Be my toy.”
She was weird. He stormed further down the street. “Why are you even following me?” he asked angrily, knowing that she wouldn’t let up so easily. And as expected, she bounded next to him.
“Because of your hat.”
“What about my hat?”
“It’s stupid,” she laughed.
He protectively held it over his ears. “Go away.” He was wearing his yellow hat with the flaps, and it attracted all the weirdos. Even back at his school, they were still taunting him about it. It was an okay hat, he thought, at least it fit with his clothes. Besides, it was her clothes that were really weird. Who wore that sort of get-up in this day and age?
“Why do you wear that stupid hat?”
“Because I want to.”
“Is there something under there?” She was too close and smelled like a girl.
“No,” he said.
“Let me see, let me see!” She tried to pry away his hat, but he shook her off and ran down a short ways on the street.
“Leave me alone!” he said angrily. Then his stomach gave a loud grumble.
The girl laughed. “You’re hungry,” she said, dancing slightly. “You’re hungry. Come back with me, and we can have a tea party. But then I’ll have to go get rid of some exorcists. But that’s fun too.”
“I don’t want to,” Naota said, clutching his hat to his head. This girl was crazy. Not that he didn’t have experience with crazy girls.
“My name is Rhode,” she said, extending her hand. “What’s your name?”
He didn’t take it. “. . . Naota.”
She giggled, and suddenly, he found himself being pulled down the street. She giggled, glancing back with an evil look every so often. He looked away, flushing, and still keeping his hat on his head.
“Don’t worry,” she laughed, voice brimming with malice. “I’ll make you take off that hat, one way or another.”
Her laughter bounced off the empty buildings of the desolate town.
-8/21/08
Notes: Written for the F!S Fic Requests. Link lost; posted.
There was a strange girl following him.
Naota decided that he never should have accepted Minami’s invitation. She said that she was photographing a celebrity in his natural environment, but somehow he ended up in some weird town with crooked houses and a creepy-looking tower. Besides, it wasn’t like it was anything special. Except that Minami somehow got famous for photographing chairs, leopards, and paintings, sometimes all at once.
That weird girl was still following him. Frustrated, he turned around. “What do you want?” he grumbled, hiding the bottom half of his face in his jacket sheepishly.
“You’re weird,” the girl said, licking her lollipop. She was wearing a gothic dress, mostly black lace with white frills underneath. And the lollipop she was licking with humongous.
“I’m not weird,” he said defensively. Then, vengefully, he added, “You’re the weird one.”
“What do you mean?” She blinked.
He was still slightly uncomfortable around girls, even though this one seemed younger than he was. “Never mind,” he mumbled. “Go away.” He turned around and continued to walk. He heard the echoing footsteps.
“Why are you still following me?” he said, turning around again. She was even closer this time.
She giggled. It sounded somehow evil, but it didn’t scare him. He was a junior high student, after all. He was too old—no, he thought. He wasn’t too old for stupid stuff.
“You’re funny,” she said, and he realized that she was next to him, poking at him happily. “What’s your name? Are you an exorcist?”
“Leave me alone,” he said, shaking her off and storming down the road again. “And I’m not a—not a whatever. Go away.”
She giggled again, and he saw, from the corner of his eye, that she was easily keeping up. In fact, it seemed that she was skipping cheerfully.
“Aren’t your parents worried about you?” he grumbled.
“I live with my uncles,” she said innocently, and then giggled. “Were you worried about me?” Her voice trilled in the end, and she leaned in. She smelled like sweets and musk and lollipops and intoxication. Her face was barely inches away from his, and he could see her big eyes, her small nose, her wicked smile upturned.
He backed away, hiding more of his face in his shirt. “No,” he said shortly. “I’m doing something. So I’m busy.”
“Play with me!” She tugged at his arm.
He knocked her away. “No!”
Then he regretted it. She was holding her arm with a wondering look on her face. But as he opened his mouth to apologize, she burst out laughing again.
“You’re funny,” she giggled, “You’re very, very fun. I want you. Be my toy.”
She was weird. He stormed further down the street. “Why are you even following me?” he asked angrily, knowing that she wouldn’t let up so easily. And as expected, she bounded next to him.
“Because of your hat.”
“What about my hat?”
“It’s stupid,” she laughed.
He protectively held it over his ears. “Go away.” He was wearing his yellow hat with the flaps, and it attracted all the weirdos. Even back at his school, they were still taunting him about it. It was an okay hat, he thought, at least it fit with his clothes. Besides, it was her clothes that were really weird. Who wore that sort of get-up in this day and age?
“Why do you wear that stupid hat?”
“Because I want to.”
“Is there something under there?” She was too close and smelled like a girl.
“No,” he said.
“Let me see, let me see!” She tried to pry away his hat, but he shook her off and ran down a short ways on the street.
“Leave me alone!” he said angrily. Then his stomach gave a loud grumble.
The girl laughed. “You’re hungry,” she said, dancing slightly. “You’re hungry. Come back with me, and we can have a tea party. But then I’ll have to go get rid of some exorcists. But that’s fun too.”
“I don’t want to,” Naota said, clutching his hat to his head. This girl was crazy. Not that he didn’t have experience with crazy girls.
“My name is Rhode,” she said, extending her hand. “What’s your name?”
He didn’t take it. “. . . Naota.”
She giggled, and suddenly, he found himself being pulled down the street. She giggled, glancing back with an evil look every so often. He looked away, flushing, and still keeping his hat on his head.
“Don’t worry,” she laughed, voice brimming with malice. “I’ll make you take off that hat, one way or another.”
Her laughter bounced off the empty buildings of the desolate town.
-8/21/08