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Let It Enfold You
by: xanim3ang3lx

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Disclaimer: I do not own FLCL or Ecko or this poem.

Authors Notes: Hey everyone this is my second FLCL fic, and it's a little bit different than the rest. The chapters start off with a poem and as you know it's not mine. So have fun reading it, it's more of an introspective fic.

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Naota POV

Chapter 1 - Arsonicbarrier.

I'm still waiting for the news dad,
That she's gone and never coming back.
I can't go on because the strength I had is gone.
And I find it hard to get out of bed.

Oh yeah, don't you know it's true son,
You can't really know someone.
Even though we sleep together we're alone.
And I find it hard to get out of bed.

And we operate but I still feel alone.
And I can't complain Cause she's so beautiful
Yes we have all made mistakes.
- Gabe Saporta

Those are fighting words.

"Hey bitch, answer me, give me your god damn money or I'll pound your damn face in!"

I opened my eyes and stared breathlessly at some idiot glaring and yelling at me. I sighed, it's too early in the morning for this crap. The man in red flailed his arms violently, but his words were barely audible to me, I'm half-asleep, half-dead.

"I'll count to three, fag, and if you don't respond to me you'll get it."

This guy is really starting to piss me off. I glance at my watch, oh shit.. it's 8:30..

"1... 2..."

I punched the guy square in the jaw.

"3" I muttered. This kid was a "gangster" or "gangsta" or however you call them, he was wearing Ecko, and had a heafty amount of cash on him. I counted the bastard's money.. $400, what a day, and it was only just beginning.

He started moving again and groaning, he spit at my feet.

"Asshole..." I heard him say.

Sarcasm was one of my finer points. I bent down and gave him a kiss on the cheek, and touched his jaw, there was blood.

"Okay baby, you really need to clean that up, I'll see you later honey. By the way you look fab-u-lous."

Disgust, was the first look I saw in his face, apparently he felt like he had just gotten a swift kick to the balls, he believed that not only he was defeated by some little kid in high school, but that I was also gay. It was apalling watching him slink away into the shadows of an alleyway, in this seedy shithole town.

I guess I haven't introduced myself.

This is a story, and all stories have beginnings and endings.

This is just the beginning, and a warning.

First you will laugh, and then.. well who knows.

This is my story, and I am Naota Nanbada, and I am 18 years old. You all know my prologue, my Haruko, Mamimi, Ninamori, Kanti, all chessboard pieces in my life, they have faded away now, even though I see 2 of them almost everyday, they are in the back of my mind. Each of them had changed me drastically, and now, look at me. Sarcastic, irritable, able to stick up for myself, bravery, tenacity, boldness, when have any of those ever shown in my life. Never. Not until that day she left.

To tell you the truth, I blame myself.

That day it was cold, and I had watched the leaves swirl around outside, but being with her kept me warm, kept me sane. The blue carpet of my room had been dirtied with her clothes.. everywhere, all over my stuff, and no matter what I did I couldn't escape her. She was everywhere. My bunk bed was littered with her scent, her taste, her warmth, she reminded me of a mannequin. A light contrasted figure with the perfect body, the perfect hair, the beauty.

"Naota"

She called, I shrugged my shoulders, I hated her voice, it didn't fit her personality, and she could use it to the best of her abilities. She would yell, scream, sing, talk, and I could always hear her, but that day, I had told her I loved her.

She hadn't even replied.

She had disappeared and faded away, and all my fleeting memories of her, and stolen glances were destroyed in about 2 years trying to forget.

I thought I had.

I remember telling my dad that she was gone, he gave a crooked smile and gave me a "they come and they go talk." My head had exploded with pain as he told me this, and I unwillingly listened to him. I don't even know why I was born. I don't know why my mother had married someone like him. A jerk, an asshole, a perverted, lying, cheating bastard.

I hate my father.

It's not like he even cared about me. If I died he'd probably just go off into a series of moods, and eventually get over it. Not a tear would trickle down his face like sweet honey. Going ever so slowly, dripping down his features. I don't even look like him, he looks silly. I wish I looked more like my mother or even knew how my mother looked like, but I don't.

All I have are pictures, coffee stained pictures lying littered in the attic. Just like the childhood I never had. Just like the family I never had.

This is the life I wish I hadn't had.

I sat down on the bench, the bum next to me laughed maniacally, his gruff voice was shrill and he shouted,

"You're SITTING on that MAN's face!"

What a weirdo. I looked at him and went about my business, I winced, my wrecklessness had caused my fist to bleed, god damn his jaw was sharp.

"It's nice to see a friendly face around here at this time"

Familiarity flooded me, that voice, so annoying yet so calming. I imagined her face, her thin frame, the dirty reddish brown locks, her scent of perfume, sweat, and dirt. Those lips, the ones I used to kiss so long ago, the ones that invaded my thoughts, and made me feel so unclean so impure, but I wanted it so bad. I loved it because it hurt, and I craved it because it made me feel real.

Yet now, I just want to push her away, she was a tricky one. I hate having her near me, but sometimes I want her there, she was my pretty princess whore. I could like her for a few hours then dispose of her just as easily as she came in. Just like she used me.

"Chief, you certainly have grown."

She wrapped her arms around me, she smelled like cigarettes, it permeated her blue blouse. Flinching, I gave a slight nod and turned to look back at her.

"Mamimi, it's nice to see you.."

This smell is horrible I thought, it's like that building down on 22nd street, the one that had burned down, killing 12 people, it was silly, and it reminded me of Mamimi, it started with just one cigarette.

"Where ya off too?" she asked.

I shrugged my shoulders, and sighed inwardly, it felt akward having her close to me that early in the morning. In fact I dreaded it, I looked at my watch again, 8:50. Come on bus.

"School." I replied.

"Ohh.." she said trying to look interested. "Have you talked to-"

The bus arrived, those highway cone orange and asphalt black stripes could be spotted from a mile away. I cut her off.

"Look I really must be going I'm late for school I'll talk to you some other time"

She looked wounded by relucatance to stay with her, but before she could reply the buses doors cut me off from her, and had kept me away from the past that I never wanted to find again.

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