Yomi sat inside of the apartment. Her eyes were fixed on the computer in front of her. She had been on it for five days now. Well just five minutes really. Though it had seemed like five days, since it hadn't loaded MS Word. The slight humming of the computer's fan filled the empty apartment. The light blue light danced across Yomi's glasses. Her mind was filled with hatred for all of the crap Tomo had loaded onto the computer. She leaned in towards the monitor, still waiting for Word to load onto the screen.

FWOOM

A startled Yomi fell backwards. Her chair slammed against the floor. A frightened look covered Yomi's pale face. She continued to hear the sound, yet for some reason it was quieter. The moderately unattractive woman turned her head towards the source of the noise.

You've got to be kidding me. Her gaze lay directly on the air conditioner.

Yomi pushed herself off of the floor. Propping the chair back up, Yomi sat down. She gazed back at the computer screen. Through its light blue light Yomi saw something, something terrible. Word has encountered a problem and needs to close. Would you like to send an error report? With a scream, Yomi ran out of the apartment, ready to kill Tomo for the things she had done to the computer. A crime Yomi could neither forgive nor forget.

In order to get away from her apartment Minamo Kurosawa had gone over to a friend's place. A friend that most weren't aware of. A boy friend, not a boyfriend. The man wasn't very well known, in fact she was his only regular visitor. Knocking on the door of his apartment Minamo hoped that he could help her.

"Hey, Minamo. How's it going?"

"Oh fine, how have you been?"

"Oh good," said the man, "How have you been?"

"I just asked you," said Minamo.

"Oops," said the man, "I guess you're right." He gave her a friendly smile, which she returned. "What made you come over here Minamo?"

"Yukari," said the school teacher, "As well as my grandfather and a former student that won't leave my apartment. She keeps going on about how she's waiting out the next few days since she accidentally put viruses all over the computer she has."

"She's waiting them out at your apartment?"

"Yeah," said Minamo, "She's really gotten along with my grandfather. She doesn't want to go back because her roommate may just beat her up for ruining their computer."

"Well, that certainly is unusual. So did you just come here to get away from Yukari?"

"Pretty much. How's your job downtown going?"

"Not so bad Minamo. As you know I'm pretty busy, what with work and my busy social schedule. I keep getting calls back from girls, they all love me you know."

"Please," said Minamo, "You and I both know that you're way too small to get people to call you back."

The man had a shocked look on his face. This then became a frown as he slumped onto the couch. He shook his head. A slight smile formed on his lips as he looked up at her again.

"Then why did you call back?"

"I forgot one of my textbooks in your dorm," said Minamo, "You remember that don't you?"

"I remember that you came in while I was changing. That was when you said 'No wonder you're still a virgin.' A real classy line if I do say so myself."

"Maybe we should talk about something else," said Minamo, fearing that he might talk about her past.

"What else is there? If I remember correctly you were just as bad as I was."

"Oh shut up," said Minamo, "No one could have been as bad as you were." The comment had left her blushing with anger. There were certain things you could talk about in her opinion. Her love life was not one of them.

That was one thing that no one seemed to get. Back in their college days everyone had thought that they were a couple. No one seemed to understand that the two of them were just good friends. Yukari had always commented on this. Minamo just shook her head, trying to clear it of the painful memories.

"Well, it was nice talking to you Minamo. I need to go now, since I have a date in a little bit."

"No you don't," said Minamo.

"Actually I do."

"Yeah right, who is it?"

"Does it really matter?" asked the man, "I thought you would be happy for me. It seems that I'm getting more action for once."

"Wha-wha?" screeched Minamo, "What makes you think that?"

"That look on your face." He gave her a cheeky smile and a wink.

"Fuck you!" Minamo screamed as she stormed out his apartment.

The man just chuckled to himself as he watched her go. Just like old times, he thought to himself. She's still the same, even after so long. He heard the screech of tires as Minamo pulled away. Still chuckling to himself he heard a crash.

"Ha!" yelled Minamo, "So much for your old Honda!"

"Wha?"

Minamo flipped him off with a smile as she drove away. The man walked down the flight of concrete steps to survey the damage. Looking at the rear end of his old Civic he wasn't chuckling anymore.

Yomi sat in her apartment as Tomo came through the door.

"You have some explaining to do," Yomi told Tomo.

"Well, I called the tech guy," the officer explained, "But he doesn't work on the weekends, so one of us needs to stay here tomorrow."

"That would be you."

"But I have work!" said the "Wildcat".

"And I have classes," Yomi retorted.

"You skipped over a month of classes," said the "Wildcat Idiot", "What'll happen if you miss one more day?"

"I happen to have an exam tomorrow," said Yomi, "That's something I can't really skip!"

"Oh wait a minute," said Tomo as a sly grin spread across her face. "Don't you have a class with that guy you like tomorrow?"

"Shut up," said Yomi.

"I thought so," Tomo snickered, "Maybe if you switched to contacts you could find the courage to ask him out."

"Tha-that has nothing to do with it!"

"Oh really?" asked Tomo, "Are you going to try that on me again, really?"

"Osaka won't recommend me for contacts because she says that I can't get them out on my own!"

"Yep," Osaka nodded, "That's pretty much essential when it comes to contacts."

"You've been doing this contact thing, for like a month," said Tomo, "When are you going to get them in and out?"

"I don't know," said Yomi, "It's practically impossible to get them in and out."

"Have you ever done those things I asked you to do?" asked Osaka, "The exercises that help you to put in and take out contacts?"

"No."

"Then why are you surprised? It's just like not doing the exercises a chiropractor asks you to do."

"Hey you guys," said Tomo, "I think I have a great idea. We should make, The Azu Teen Humor Force Christmas Special For The Holiday Season Short Film For The Internet."

"Tomo," said Yomi, "That is the worst idea you've ever had."

"No," said Tomo, "The worst idea I've ever had was the time I said that we should try to get knocked up by monkeys at the zoo. We were so friggin' wasted! Do you remember when you barfed into a baby carriage 'cause you thought it was a trash can? And then the baby started crying and you were all like 'Whoa, they have talking trash cans at WacDonalds?' Do you remember that Yomi?"

"I remember that," said Osaka, "I wish that I hadn't videotaped that incident."

"I had the worst hangover after that," said Tomo, "It was not fun trying to explain to the police why I had peed all over the sidewalk."

"Please," said Osaka, "Don't talk about it anymore."

"Will you burn the tapes?"

"That will kill you, and anyone else nearby the fumes."

"Will you throw them away?"

"Oh I did that two years ago," said Osaka, "Why would I hang onto those things? The images were so disgusting. By the way I saw a great video on the Internet."

"Cool," said Tomo, "Let's look it up."

"The computer doesn't work," said Yomi.

"It works," said Tomo, "It's just a little slow."

"Like you."

"Great one, I've never heard that before."

"And your mom."

"Sigh, whatever."

"And your face."

"Are you two going to do that all day?" asked Osaka, "Because I want to get this done today."

"What's this video of anyways?"

"It lists how you can tell if you use the Internet too much."

"You…found this video?" asked Tomo.

"Yep."

"And you watched it?"

"No," said Osaka, "I just favorited it and I'll watch it today."

"You have a YouTube account?" asked Yomi.

"Everyone has a YouTube account." Said the cheerful Osaka.

"Hyperbole!"

"Everyone uses hyperbole once in a while."

"Please," said Ken, "Don't push me over the railing anymore."

"I didn't know you couldn't swim," said the woman, "I'm so sorry."

"Not as sorry as I am," said Ken, "I'm soaked and shivering."

"Come on," said the woman, "Let's get you a shirt somewhere."

"Actually I think I'll just go home," said Ken, "See you…later."

"Don't go," said the woman.

"I'll call you later." And with that Ken walked away.

The woman watched him go. What have I done now? She thought to herself. Does he hate me? She looked down at the ground unsure of what she should do. I need to make a call.

"Hello?" asked Ken.

"So…how about going somewhere next Saturday?"

"Um, sure."

"Okay, see you at your apartment then."

Ken heard a dial tone. Then he felt something slam into his back. Unfortunately for him it was an angry crow monster. Those things were becoming a problem in Tokyo, and as Ken ran screaming like a little girl from the bird, he really wished that he could own a shotgun. Though thanks to his poor judgment during adolescence, he barely managed to violate Japanese law enough to be unable to own one.