Saturday, September 11, 2004

The story so far:

In the summer of 2002, Justin (a.k.a. Artukei) took up a summer job at an inn in rural Japan. He was given the position of assistant to the head chef, Makoto Jinnai. For three months, Justin and Makoto worked as team…rarely. Mostly all the two did was get on each other’s nerves. Maybe it was bad chemistry. Maybe it was prejudice. No one knows exactly how or why it started, but the two were constantly at war with each other.

Almost two years later, Makoto joined the online staff of Artukei’s myotaku.com. And since history has a tendency of repeating itself, Makoto has been a constant nuisance to Justin ever since. But all of Makoto’s previous acts are nothing compared to her latest. Taking Justin’s dream of an interview with Aisha Clan-clan into her own hands, she has been submitting e-mails on a daily basis to the anime heroine without any consent from the head admin. At this point, Justin was at his wit’s-end. Now, having his legacy tarnished and his dreams shattered, he has slumped into a state of depression.


A: (asleep on the couch with a sake bottle in hand)
M: (standing over Artukei) Ozz, you know what to do.
O: (sits on Artukei’s head and puts his tails on his temples)
A: (wakes up) FREE MY MEN!! Huh? (looks up at Makoto) Oh, it’s you. Come to gloat over your victory?
M: Get up, dummy.
A: Can’t. I’ve got a monstrous hangover.
M: From water?
A: Wha?
M: I promised them I wouldn’t let you do anything stupid. Now come on! You’ve got to stop moping like this. You’ve been laying on that couch and listening to Mozart’s Requiem for three days straight.
A: (turns over, back towards Makoto) Why do you care?
M: Because I’m your friend.
A: (quietly) Bullshit.
M: What did you say?
A: Why did you even come here, anyway?
M: What?
A: Why did you come here?
M: I told you, I was fired.
A: I called the inn a long time ago, Makoto-san.
M: 0_0 !
A: (turns back over) The manager said you QUIT.
M: .....W-well of course he would...say that.
A: Stop it. Stop. I don’t want to hear any more!
M: ..........
A: (sits up) Why, Makoto-san? Why leave your job to come over here, to the US, to me, AND MAKE MY LIFE A LIVING HELL!!
M: J-Justin-san....
A: (stands) Ever since you came here, you’ve been nothing but a thorn in my side! Vandalizing my site, publicly humiliating me, and prying into my personal life! I’m sick of it! I want you OUT!
M: ....f..FINE! I WILL go! I’ll be out of your life forever!
A: YOU HAVEN’T ANSWERED MY QUESTION YET!!
M: uh...
A: Did you come here solely to torment me?! Did I do something wrong to you all those years ago that made you hate me like this?! Or is this all just your sick and twisted way of saying you like me, or something?!
M: um...
A: I want to know the truth, Makoto-san! I want to know RIGHT NOW!!
M: YES!
A: YES, WHAT?
M: I LIKE YOU!
A: 0_0 !..........
O: 0_0 !..........
M: ..........(sniff)
A: ......um....
M: (walks out, runs upstairs)
A: .......(sigh) Well,...now what?

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