My Girlfriend's An Otaku....What The Heck Is That!?

Chp. 4- So...Marylin's A Fujoshi...

        Marylin continued dragging me around the convention that was filled to the brim, seeming to stop at every available booth. Despite all the confusion I was indeed having a good time watching the insanity around me. We were squeezing through the crowd of people when suddenly, she ran off yelling something someone as insane as her should never yell, "Ooh! Weapons!" I quickly followed after her, making sure she didn't injure anyone more than anything else. Stopping at the booth she squeaked a mile a minute to the owner of all the weapons while I just gaped at them. They honestly let people this obsessed BUY weapons!? Who thought this was a good idea!? I mentally questioned the priorities of the place when I caught Marylin unsheathing a katana out of the corner of my eye.

"Woah, woah woah woah woah! I don't think that's a very good idea..!" I cautiously motioned to Marylin, while she proceeded to get into some kind of crazy stance with the sword. To my surprise, the owner of the booth just sat back calmly as if she couldn't harm any one with the weapon.

"It is fine. I know what I'm doing. I was trained in the Hidden Leaf Village for 10 years to be the greatest ninja that ever lived!" Marylin exclaimed getting into some kind of ninja-like pose.

"No you weren't! This isn't Naruto! You don't know how to use a sword!" I yelled, flailing frustratedly. This girl is really insane! I thought to myself, before she exploded in cheer.

"You got it! I'm so proud! You got my reference!" she squealed, seeming to ignore everything I had just told her.

"I give up..." I murmured, defeated. I let her buy the sword, but told her she couldn't unsheath it at the convention. She followed my instruction reluctantly and I felt at least a little relieved. 

        We decided to begin to head to the hotel to get our things before it closed for the convention. We wouldn't want to be locked out, the last time that happened, Marylin cried for weeks. We walked back, laughing about the day and everything that went along with it. I even got to try this super confusing drink called "ramoonay" (ramune). On our way back Marylin froze mid-step, her face flushing slightly.

"O-oh, there was something I forgot I wanted to buy. You go on ahead, it won't take me long!" the suddenly nervouse girl squeaked mousily before running off in the other direction.

"Okay, I'll see you then..." I trailed off, walking the rest of the way to the hotel alone. How odd. She's not usually that sheepish...I thought to myself, but quickly shook the thought away, figuring it was probably nothing.

        Due to my amazing sense of direction (not really) and the maps everywhere, I was able to make it back to the hotel to get everything ready for us to leave. She still had yet to show up, and I began to check the time frantically now, knowing the time to leave the hotel was coming pretty soon. I hurridly cleaned the room so that we could leave as soon as Marylin got back so that the hotel people didn't yell at us for over staying. God, why do you have so much stuff? How much merchendise do you need!? I was mentally screaming when a knock at the door startled me. Running to get the door, I hoped it was Marylin, but when I swung the door open there was a blank-faced, hotel employee standing there.

"Excuse me sir, bu--"

"Yes, yes, I know! We have to leave right now! But my mentally unstable girlfriend hasn't gotten back and she has more crap to take with her than the Queen of England has diamonds, so unless you wanna come in here and help me clean up this hell of a mess so we can get out, please leave! Five more minutes, please!" I yelled at the employee, slamming the door in his face and finishing cleaning up, not even caring to think about what I said. Not shortly after there was another knock at the door. I walked to the door and swung it open, prepared to scream at the worker to leave, once again, but to my surprise and relief, it was Marylin.

        She quickly swooped in and grabbed all her things (somehow) and rushed out of the hotel room, all the while repeating "sorry sorry sorry sorry..." I walked after her, begging her to wait up. She was pretty fast for someone with such tiny legs. She didn't slow down though until we got to the train station and we borded the train. "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, it's fine. There's been worse. I wouldn't be here if I coulnd't put up with you, okay." I smiled down at her a reassuring smile, and she looked up at me after a few seconds, a wave of relief washing over her.

"Th-Thanks, Artie, you always know what to say."she finally smiled back at me and I couldn't help but hug my little, obsessed, psychopath. Not a moment later I heard a faint sound like metal sliding against metal and my eyes immediately widened.

"Put. It. Back." I ordered through my teeth.

"Fine." she whined, pouting and putting her katana back in it's sheath.

"So, what was it you had to go back and get anyways?" I asked, expecting her to excitedly pull out another plush item.

"U-Uhm, nothing. It was just some manga..." the suddenly sheepish girl sitting beside me trailed off. What? She's usually more than eager to share her "anime wonder wares" with me.

"Ah, can I see the--!" I began to ask reaching for the bag before she paniced and knocked it out of my hand and about 12 books spilled onto the train's black floor. A deep red spreading through her face, she scrambled to get the books back in order. I peered down at the books, going to help her, but froze in my tracks when she put a hand up to tell me to stop. It can't be that bad...they're just books...right? Only moments later, the mousy brunette was sitting in her seat, hyperventilating and taking count of all her books. I looked over at the books to see one cover. On it were two men seeming to be embracing surrounded by pink and plush creatures. "Sekaaee...eechee...hawtsu...coy (Sekai Ichi Hatsukoi)?" I tried to read the cover and Marylin's eyes widened. She tried to stuff the books back into the bag, but it was useless; I'd already snatched one of the books from her grasp.

"Wait! No! Don't read it! Ack!" Marylin cried, trying to get the book back and probably irritating everyone else on the train. I opened to a random page that had two very close men on it. Not explaining the details...it was pretty raunchy, and I will never be able to wash those images out of my mind.

"Uhh...Uhm...Uh..." I stuttered, feeling a heat rise in my face. Marylin quickly snatched the book from my hands and stuffed it into the bag with all the others. I, on the other hand, was still frozen in disturbance. 

"Uhm, Arthur dear..? Are you okay..?" Marylin just barely whispered, tapping my shoulder gently. Staring forward now, I simply nodded, unable to produce words. "I-It's called being a fujoshi, also known as a yaoi fangirl. And what you just picked up was a yaoi manga..." she continued, explaining slowly and pressing her forefingers together, awkwardly.

"S-So that thing is called a yao-wee..?" I asked, tripping over my words like a bumbling child. She simply looked up at me, genuine terror and panic showing on her face. It honestly looked like she might start crying, all because I'd found out about her...interest. Hugging her to my chest I soothingly chuckled, "So my girl's a "foojoshee"? To each his own I guess." I could feel her body relax and she hugged me back, seeming to regain her usual perk. She then proceeded to swing her legs back and forth and read one of the books. It's still kind of disturbing... I thought to myself. But I still love her.