Saturday, September 4, 2004

A: (singing to self) “…to live, to breathe. You’re taking over me.”
M: Hey, Justin-san! What’s up?
A: Huh? Oh, nothing. Just checking my e-mails.
M: Hmm. Waiting on a reply from a certain someone?
A: Who?
M: Meow! How goes the search?
A: Like it’s any of your business.
M: That bad, eh?
A: SHUT UP!
M: Wha? Hey!
A: If all you’re going to do is heckle me, then get out!
M: (steps back in shock, but quickly furrows brow and kicks Artukei in back of the head)
A: OWW!!!
M: (storms out)
A: ..............(sigh) Makoto-san? (no answer) Makoto-san! Geez. (gets up)
M: (in the kitchen, sitting at the table)
A: Makoto-san?
M: (glares at Artukei then looks back down)
A: I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have blown up like that.
M: ..........
A: It’s just............you’re right. The search is..........isn’t going as well as I thought.
M: ..........
A: I’m really sorry. C’mon, Makoto-san. I don’t want you as an enemy. (Having you as friend is dangerous enough.)
M: (looks up)
A: (warm smile) C’mon, let’s forget about it.
M: (slow smile) OK. Apology accepted.
A: Good. That’s one less thing to worry about. Are you crying?
M: Huh? NO! (sniff)
A: (half smile) Hmm.
M: So, how IS the search going?
A: (rolls eyes, groans slightly)
M: I wanna help. Trust me.
A: (sigh) Not well at all. I’ve already sent her two e-mails.
M: Only two? Well no wonder. You just need to send more.
A: Yeah. I’ll send her one next week.
M: No. Now.
A: I can’t send one today. I only sent the last one two weeks ago.
M: TWO WE-....(heavy sigh) What is wrong with you, boy!?
A: What? Are you saying I should send her one every week?
M: More like every DAY.
A: What? No! I don’t want to come across as some kind of obsessive freak.
M: Newsflash, Justin. You ARE an obsessive freak.
A: Yeah, but SHE doesn’t have to know that.
M: ......(lightbulb) Maybe she does.
A: What?
M: (puts hands on his shoulders) Justin-san, a girl like Aisha WANTS to hounded, chased, hunted.
A: ..........?
M: She’s a wild animal looking for someone to tame her. Show her you’ve got the guts, the tenacity, the stamina!
A: Stamina? I just want an interview.
M: Show her you’re obsessed, that she means the world to you, that she’s the first thing you think of in the morning at the last thing before you go to sleep.
A: Should I?
M: Why not? It’s the truth, isn’t it?
A: Well, yeah, but...NO. I can’t say that. She’ll slap a restraining order on me or something.
M: Nonsense! Let’s write that e-mail! (marches upstairs to the computer room)
A: Uh....Makoto-san!
M: Wait! I just had an even better idea. Let’s send her that wallpaper you made of her in an attachment. That’ll get her to come for sure!
A: What? No!
M: (runs upstairs)
A: Makoto-san!
M: (runs into computer room) It’s for your own good, Justin-san. (locks door)
A: (pounds on door) Let me in!
M: “Dear Miss Aisha Clan-clan, I am your biggest fan.”
A: Makoto, I am going to KILL YOU!
M: Now, which “My Pictures” file did you put that in? Oh, here it is.
A: Makoto-san, for the love of God!!
M: Sending! ^_^
A: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
(falls on the floor) My dream is shattered. T_T

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