Kitsurabami woke up the next morning in her same bed, alone. She looked out the window and winced at the sunlight. "Ow," she moaned, "that's freakin' bright." Outside, though, it was a beautiful spring day. She looked at her watch. It was 9:30.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! I should be at work already!!!! Amarao's gonna kill me!!!"

The tired woman ran a comb through her flaxen hair quickly and threw on a gray blazer and skirt, forgetting the tie. Grabbing her bag, she slammed the door open and ran down the driveway to her car. There, Kitsurabami stopped short. "My... my car! It's all... dented..." Then she remembered how she left Amarao hanging in the tree by his house after he made her mad... "Duh, I quit my job. Well, who wouldn't have after that kind of abuse?!" With that, she stalked back into the house and threw her blazer down on the floor. It was going to be a long day...

After changing back into her pajama pants, Kitsurabami sat herself down to a bowl of cheerios. She hadn't even had the opportunity to have breakfast in the morning since she'd worked for Amarao. "But now I don't work for anyone but me!" Kitsu grinned triumphantly. "I have time to do whatever I WANT!!! YES!!!" She raised her fist into the air gloriously... and splashed cheerios and milk all over herself. It didn't detract from her happiness.

"Guess I'd better go get the mail... at 10:00 in the MORNING! Hahaha!" She skipped outside to get her mail, attracting the attention of many a person mowing his lawn. Doing a happy dance at the mailbox, our Kitsu seemed to float back into the house, as light as a cloud. She sat lazily on... well, on the la-z boy, and sorted through the mail. "Junk... junk... ooh, a letter from Auntie Rika, how nice... junk... offer for a subscription to a yaoi manga? Ooh, I'll have to consider that one... junk... bill... bill... 'nother bill..." Her voice trailed off quickly as she looked at the three envelopes left in her hand, labeled 'electric bill,' 'cellular bill' and 'car payment.' Poor Kitsu.

"BILLS?! BILLS!!! HOW AM I GONNA PAY THESE?!" She threw the bills in all directions and sat puffing on the couch. "Oh nooo..."

Kitsurabami spent the afternoon on the la-z boy, watching TV and drinking cognac straight from the bottle... or the plural of that. Kitsurabami was suffering from Recently Unemployed Syndrome. Well, you guys know that cognac is pretty strong, right? ...Right. So Kitsu was sitting here, laughing at the weatherman, emptying her third bottle of cognac, and not thinking about the bills at all. Sometimes it can be nice to have a de-stressor, but this was going a little overboard. She woke up the next morning feeling awful and looking worse.

"Man, I'm alone, out of a job and look really ugly today," Kitsurabami muttered to herself as she prodded her puffy eyes in the mirror. "I've hit rock bottom." And without warning, Kitsu burst into tears. "Life actually sucks worse not working for Amarao than working for him..."

Just then, the doorbell rang downstairs. "Coming!" Kitsurabami yelled as best she could as she stumbled down the stairs. Upon opening the door, Kitsu saw a pair of nori eyebrows. "Oh... Amarao."

The sniveling man smiled cheekily and tipped an invisible hat. "Kitsurabami! Hi. Nice to see you; mind if I come in?" He stepped in with muddy shoes and not even a "thank you." Kitsurabami's vein began to show as she remembered why she quit her job...

Amarao invited himself to a cup of tea. "Oh, this is good, is it green tea? Of course it is. I just love—"

"Get to the point, Amarao—what do you need here?"

Amarao set his mug down and swallowed, his confidence never leaving him, even as Kitsurabami stared him down coldly. "Well," he began, "I know you weren't really serious about quitting, and I was a little worried when you didn't show up today, so I came to give you a peppy talk—"

"—that's a pep talk."

"Right. A pep talk. Because I think you need some motivation. You haven't been doing such a perfect job lately."

"And anyway, I'm serious about quitting. There's no need for you to come here."

Amarao laughed scornfully. "Oh, Kitsurabami... if you think I'm not paying you enough, we can negotiate that."

"You paid me well—but the job was getting ridiculous. With Atomsk gone, we haven't had a word of anything strange lately. I don't think you need my help anymore."

"I do. That's why I called you yesterday."

Kitsu's vein popped out even further. "You only called me to help you pick out a stupid shirt."

"I can't always do everything for myself!"

"Which is why I don't WANT you to be my BOSS!!!"

"But—"

"OUT!" And Amarao was out, rubbing his tender bum, which Kitsurabami had just kicked out the door.

Only a few minutes later, the doorbell rang again. Kitsu's vein immediately popped out of her forehead as she opened the door and prepared to scream... but she didn't. Instead of Amarao, there stood a pizza delivery boy... with a TV head. Kitsurabami's heart leapt out of its place. "Y-you..."

Will Canti recognize Kitsu? Will all her dreams finally come true? Find out next time!