Tuesday, December 14, 2004

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Makoto in Retrospect (living room) J: (playing gameboy) YOU WANT SOME OF THIS!?! YOU WANT SOME!?! EAT THAT!!............YEAH!!! THAT’S RIGHT!! WHO’S YOUR DADDY!?! WOO!! (turns it off, lies down) Phew! A: (playing “Bish” with Ozz) Save the world again? J: Everytime I do it’s just as sweet as the first. M: (walks in) *deep breath* Everyone, I have an important announcement. J: What? You’re finally leaving? Hehe. M: (looks down) ........ J: Oh. OH! Makoto, I’m.... I didn’t mean... M: It’s OK, Justin-san. A: Nya? Are you really leaving, Makoto? J: (gets up) Is it something I.... is it something we did? M: No, no, not at all. It’s just..... I’ve been in your hair long enough Justin-san. And now that Aisha’s here, I’m sure you two will want your privacy. It’s just time I got a place of my own. J: Where will you go? M: I’ve been looking at some apartments downtown. I’ve been talking with some of the people down there, and I’ll be moving in in two days. A: What about money? M: I’ll get a couple part-time jobs. Don’t worry about me, you guys. I’ve got every-thing worked out. J: M.... Makoto.... this is so sudden. Is.... is there anything we can do? M: I’m glad you asked. ^_^ J: Uh-oh. (Makoto’s room) All: (helping packing up Makoto’s stuff) J: *sigh* I remember the first day Makoto came here. (flashback) J: *yawns* Huh? Who’s there? Are you that little creep who’s been messing with my site? (draws sword) Ozz, flush’em out! O: .......... J: Well, one of us has to. Don’t worry, buddy, I’ve got your back. O: (flies into the other room) ???: EEEEKK!!! J: Who is it? O: .......... J: WHO? You’re kidding. (runs into the other room) MAKOTO-SAN!?! M: Get this thing away from me! J: It’s alright, Ozz. She’s cool. What are you doing here? M: I was in the neighborhood. Though I’d stop by and check up on you. You know, catch up on old times. J: (sheathes sword) Well, this is a nice surprise. How long has it been? Two years? M: At least. It’s good to see you again. J: Yeah. How’ve you been? You still working at the inn? M: Oh...no...I got fired. J: Fired? For what? M: No big deal. I threw a knife at the manager. J: NO BIG DE-.....uh. Sorry to hear that. M: Eh, whatever. That job stunk anyway. So, seems like you’re doing well. J: Yeah, I’ve got my own web-site now. M: Really? J: Yeah, let me show you around. M: Oh that’s OK. I already know my way around it. Heehee. J: Huh? What do you me...0_0 wait a minute. You’re the one who’s been messing with MY WEB-SITE!?!?! M: heehee ^_^ J: You little...You haven’t changed a bit. I’LL KILL YOU!!! M: (kicks him in the head) J: OWW!! M: (chibi-eyed) Justin-san, please don’t hit me. Please let me make up for it. J: “Make up for it?” I’D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY! M: (kisses Justin) J: ......uh.......um....... M: By the way, I need a place to crash. You don’t mind if I stay here for a few days, do you? J: well...I...uh...actually, M: Oh, thank you so much, Justin-san! Let me go get my things. Such a sweetie. ^_^ J: uh.................Ozz,.... what the Heiphon just happened? J: Of course, now I know that whole business about getting fired was just a lie. M: 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. J: (turns over, back towards Makoto) Why do you care? M: Because I’m your friend. J: (quietly) Bullshit. M: What did you say? J: Why did you even come here, anyway? M: What? J: Why did you come here? M: I told you, I was fired. J: I called the inn a long time ago, Makoto-san. M: 0_0 ! J: (turns back over) The manager said you QUIT. M: .....W-well of course he would...say that. J: Stop it. Stop. I don’t want to hear any more! M: .......... J: (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.... J: (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! J: YOU HAVEN’T ANSWERED MY QUESTION YET!! M: uh... J: 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... J: I want to know the truth, Makoto-san! I want to know RIGHT NOW!! M: YES! J: YES, WHAT? M: I LIKE YOU! J: 0_0 !.......... O: 0_0 !.......... M: ..........(sniff) J: And for the very first time, we finally understood eachother. M: I had so much fun that summer, with you as my chef’s assistant. That’s why I came over to America. I wanted to work with you and have fun just like old times. J: Well, I’m glad YOU had fun. All I remember was you barking out orders. And you’d kick my ass if I didn’t do something perfectly. M: I know, and I’m sorry. At first, I took it as an indirect insult that they hired me an assistant; an AMERICAN assistant. Heh! You didn’t know the first thing about Asian cuisine. J: But I did have skills...and an excellent teacher. M: See? That’s what I’m talking about. Eventually, I threw away my Yankee stereotypes and saw you for who you were. Not some chauvinist pig who’s never worked a day in his life; but a caring gentleman who’s always willing to cheer you up with a joke or a song. J: I was a hard worker, too. M: No. You were pretty much a lazy-ass. And I have to confess, for the first few days, that constant singing of yours was annoying. J: Was? M: Still is....but not as much. J: Oh? M: Don’t get full of yourself. I’ve just built up a tolerance, that’s all. J: You know if it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t have met Aisha. M: (sitting at the computer, clicks open file) This is the first e-mail I sent Aisha. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Miss Aisha Clan-clan, My name is Artukei. I am a native of planet Earth, 21 years old, male, and would very much like to meet you. I have heard of your exploits and adventures with the crew of the Outlaw Star. I admire your courage and tenacity and am allured not just by your strength (physical and mental) and free spirit, but also you beauty. Not a day goes by when I don’t think about you: your sapphire eyes, your long silvery hair, your attractive physique. I know this may sound a little weird coming from someone you’ve never met, much less heard of. But I would love nothing more than to meet you and share a moment with you in person. Thank you! --Love, --Artukei P.S.: If you would like to know more about me, I have a website at: www.myotaku.com/user/artukei ---------------------------------------------------------------------- M: The rest after that were pretty much the same. J: You wrote this? M: Yeah. I just took some of the stuff you said and....... why are you giving me that look? J: Um.... M: I said you could trust me. J: I........ thanks, Makoto-san.

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