Disclaimer: Maison Ikkoku is not mine, it is Takahashi-san’s, so please do not sue as I have nothing to give except maybe my rusty old computer. Thank you, have a nice read….Please?
Hello, my name is Godai Yusaku. I’m a tenant in the apartment building Maison Ikkoku. I live in Room Number Five, which is sorta ironic, considering my last name has the word “five” in it. Anyway, I used to be a ronin, that is, I failed my college entrance exams the first time I took them. It was tough, but I was determined to make up for it and pass next year. So I moved to Maison Ikkoku and began to study in earnest, that is until I met the other tenants. Those crazy freaks…Er, sorry, it’s just that Yotsuya, Akemi, and Mrs. Ichinose can get pretty damn irritating. Like, rip your own head off and throw it out the window just to escape them annoying. Eh, sorry, that was kinda gross huh? Anyway, I was all set to leave, when she walked into my life, and the front door too. She had gorgeous long shiny black hair, the kindest smile you could ever see, and uh, other lovely areas of her anatomy. Ahem, cough cough, yes sorry, got something stuck in my throat. So anyway, I fell for her, hook, line, and sinker. Over the past few years since that fateful winter day, a lot has happened in my life. I made it into college, I got my first real girlfriend (not her though, sigh…), and I fell in love with “her” personality as well as her looks. But all that is irrelevant now, because you see, well, that is… Oh hell, As of tomorrow morning, Kyoko Otonashi, widow of Soichiro Otonashi, and manager of Maison Ikkoku, will become… Mrs. Kyoko Mitaka…
God
I hate my life…
I
suppose I should start at the beginning hmmm? Well, alright then. It all
started about five days ago…Tch, there we go with the damn irony again, anyway
five days ago, Kyoko had just come back from a date with Mitaka. She strolled
into the doorway of Maison Ikkoku, with a happy smile on her face. Usually, I
love to see her smile, it brightens my day. But at this particular time, I
hated that smile. Hated it, because I knew who had put it there. Shun Mitaka,
bastard. Rich, handsome, athletic, bastard. He also happened to be my rival for
Kyoko, course, now that I think about it, I was never really in the running to
begin with. But I’m getting ahead of my self. As I was saying, Kyoko waltzed
into the apartment building, smiling blissfully. She took off her high-heels,
scooped them up into her soft hands, and carried them with her as she walked
into her room, the manager’s office. I had been standing there the whole time,
and she hadn’t said a word. Hadn’t even acknowledged my presence. I knew then
and there that something was up. I had to do something. So quietly, and with
the paranoia of one who has lived in Maison Ikkoku for a while, I crept up to
her door, and strained to listen and possibly overhear her talking with Mrs.
Ichinose, whom I had known was waiting in Kyoko’s room for her. I could hear
faintly the words of their conversation.
“Yes,
it’s true! He really did!” That was Kyoko, she seemed awfully excited, and what
did Mitaka do anyway? I continued to listen in.
“So
did you accept?” That was Mrs. Ichinose, ever the gossip hound. But, accept
what?
“Well,
actually, I haven’t made my decision yet, but I think I may…” I heard a long
pause, and then Mrs. Ichinose said something.
“But,
what about Yusaku? He’ll be pretty much suicidal if you do…” Damn it! What
would I be suicidal about! Spit it out! I was almost biting my nails in
nervousness. What could it be?
“Yes,
I know he will be upset, but Yusaku is a grown man now. He can handle it…”
Another long pause.
“I
guess you’ve really made up your mind then…” Another damn pause, this was
getting annoying.
“Yes,
I suppose I have. I will ma…” Suddenly, Mr. Yotsuya appeared behind me and
pushed me forward lightly. Unfortunately, it was hard enough to cause me to
fall forward and lose my balance. I crashed into the door. It slammed open and
I looked up into the angry faces of Kyoko and Mrs. Ichinose. I could only gulp
loudly. Mr Yotsuya had of course, disappeared. Kyoko began to yell at me
angrily.
“YUSAKU!
How dare you eavesdrop on me again! I thought you were above this juvenile
behaviour, but I guess not. Once a child, always a child. I think I made the
correct “choice” then, right Mrs. Ichinose?” Ichinose just nodded solemnly.
“Yup,
the coach is a hundred times the man this little punk is.” I gaped like a fish
in disbelief. What was going on here? What choice was Kyoko talking about? Then
with a hmmf, she stormed back into her room, slamming the door shut along the
way. Mrs. Ichinose just glared at me.
“You
gotta lotta nerve kid! Eavesdropping on people like that! I wanted to mention
that she herself made eavesdropping a way of life, but kept my mouth shut
simply because I felt very guilty at the moment. She started to walk away and I
quickly jumped in front of her. She looked at me curiously and I steeled
myself.
“Whadda
ya want kid?” I immediately blurted out what I wanted to know.
“What
“choice” was the manager talking about? Please tell me!” I said urgently,
hoping she might take pity on me.
“All
right, all right! I’ll tell ya! Listen up kid! Tonight Coach Mitaka asked Kyoko
something very important, ya follow me?” I nodded for her to continue. What did
that slime ask her? I had to know! Ichinose continued on.
“The
coach asked her the most important thing a man can ask a woman.” I was getting
a little impatient.
“What
did he ask her!” I practically yelled.
“Oh
for crying out loud! Don’t ya get it yet kid? The coach asked the manager to
marry him!” I just stood there in shock. I could not believe my ears.
“Ma…ma…marriage?”
I stuttered like a twit. Mrs.Ichinose sighed and nodded her head.
“Yeah,
y’know, the big “M” word. Marriage…” She then walked over to her room, and went
inside. I continued to stand there…Still in shock. And upstairs, the window of
my room, with the letter five on it, cracked, right down the middle…
Author’s
notes: This came about for one main reason, the depressing lack of Maison
Ikkoku fics on the net. I think I have counted a total of ten, small fics. All
of which are rather short. I felt a need to help fill the void, so I wrote
this. I admit that the beginning is rather depressing, but I assure you it will
get better… Just bear with me. I urge any fan of this series to write a fic or
two of their own. With Viz virtually canceling the anime, it almost feels like
MI is dying or something. Please people, write fics on MI! Anyway, chapter two
should be out soon. Please R+R! Thank you!
