A/N Alright time to completely redo this story. Its a good idea but my first attempt at it was crap, but I shall never give up!! neevvvvaaaaaaaaaaaaa! regains composer woot.
Johnny was laying in bed starring at the ceiling. He wasn't trying to go to sleep, oh no our Johnny would never do such a thing. He was wondering where his voices had gone. He hadn't heard a peep out of any of them in days.
"Maybe they died... can figments die... were they ever alive... am I alive... gasp what if I'm just someones figment, the product of someones warped imagination... I want a brain freezy."
Alright he was thinking about his figments.
Naota, as it turns out, was similarly laying on his futon staring at the ceiling. There were some differences though. Number one Naota was trying to go to sleep; number two he wasn't thinking about voices in his head (he didn't have any). Instead while Naota tried, and failed, to go to sleep he started thinking about his past.
"God I messed everything up. But its not like it was all my fault. Haruko is the one who got me into that mess, and if my brother wouldn't have gone to play baseball Mamimi wouldn't of always drug me down to the river. If I hadn't been at the river I never would have run into Haruko. That works I'll blame my brother."
As Johnny left his home and wandered off in the direction of his favorite treat- and most abundant source of nourishment- he came upon two Asian kids probably around the age of eight-teen or so. One of them glanced over his shoulder and saw Johnny. He quickly looked toward his friend while pointing a thumb at the homicidal maniac. The second Asian looked back and started laughing with his friend.
Johnny quickened his pace hands in pockets and walked right between the two. as soon as he got passed them he pulled his hands out of his pockets revealing to smiley-faced knives. He lunged them backwards through the hearts of the two youths who fell silently to the ground.
"Damn whats all the Asians this week. It's like they just want to die." It isn't racism if all the Asians really are being dicks.
Naota had finally got to sleep but it was pretty useless. His alarm went off five minutes later.
"Fuck." Said Naota in a good morning world, go die, kind of voice .
Naota got up from his futon and got dressed. Luckily for him he didn't need to get all fancy and perky for his job. He worked at a guitar/music store. It was a laid back environment. As he started out the door he decided he might as well grab his bass. It's not like he couldn't find something to play at the store, but not one of the interments would have the same tone as his. His was special. His was a Rickenbacker M001 Bass from the early sixties, and it was heavily modified. It had a hollow neck especially designed to shoot bullets at unsuspecting victims and a chainsaw motor in the body that gave it a very interesting resonance.
After a long day at work Naota walked home and came across the man he had just moved near, Johnny. Johnny saw Naota approach and was on guard, ready for Naota to say some smart-ass remark and give Johnny a reason to cut his throat. Naota didn't say some smart-ass remark. Instead he said "Hey."
Johnny wasn't expecting this. and just walked on by with a puzzled look on his face.
Similar exchanges between the two happened every couple of days. After about a month Johnny had enough of Naota not being a dick. They started to approach each other walking down the road. Naota nodded his head in greeting, but Johnny wasn't going to take that.
He stopped dead in his tracks and said "Hey. Your not a dick. Why aren't you a dick?"
"Uhh... what?"
"YOU. You're not an asshole like everybody else. Whats your deal?!"
"Why would I be a dick or an asshole or something like that?"
"Because your a human, and all humans are assholes. Especially Asians lately."
"Isn't that kind of racist?"
"Not if its true."
"I'm going to get a brain freezy. You want one?" said Naota trying to change the subject.
Johnny thought a while. This man is human, but he isn't like the others. I must get to know him better and find out why he isn't a dick.
"Sure."
Well thats the end of the first chapter. I think It's way better than the old version. Please tell me what you think. I plan on writing more on this story making maybe three more chapters. Maybe more maybe less. BYE.