| it’s not me, it’s you ~ part two |

Sorry ’bout the late. College and work are making me crazy. I tought i would die. But, hey, my finals are finished and now I’m on vacation (I think…) Here goes one more chapter. One more time, thanks to Yoru Asahi and Pete-kun for the beta-reading.

And sorry about the lame grammar, speech and so. I’m just bad doing this. (but if the text was written in portuguese…)


Part II – he wants your loving tonight

“I don’t know if I did the right choice” said the 31 years old man to his redhaired friend, “I think I am really in love with Makie, but…”

“Wait, do you think you’re in love? Did you really dump her to left her for a woman you think you love? Aoshi, what’s happening to you?”

“I really don’t know, Kenshin. I’m so confused… I really loved her, but I don’t feel the same anymore. It’s just… I’m on another time of my life. I’m thirty-one now, she is a young girl of twenty… I don’t think he have a lot of things to offer one to another, do you know?” the blackhaired man said, putting his head down in his own hands. He was really confused. He knew he didn ‘t love her anymore, so why did he feel so empty inside?

“Don’t you really feel the same anymore?” the redhaired guy asked, approaching his friend.

“I don’t know, my friend… Her face when she leaved the restaurant… She seemed hurt.”

The redhaired guy sighed. Of course she was feeling hurt. She was expecting for a marriage ask and not a cruel dump on the dinner that were planned to cheer her birthday.

“I shall go now, I have a date with Makie” the man said, getting up from his seat.

“May I ask you something, Aoshi-dono?” asked the redhaired guy, which name was Himura Kenshin.

“Does silicone feel better than natural breasts?”

Aoshi just left the room.


“Do you want a diamond ring?” Aoshi asked his girlfriend of two years, Makie, while having dinner with her at an expensive restaurant – her suggestion, of course. Little by little Aoshi was seeing how she really was the woman he was looking for, and even if she ended up being a little expensive, she was intelligent, kind, caring… And had a life experience his former girlfriend couldn’t share with him. He was thinking about marrying her. She just had to accept.

“Yeah. Now that we are getting engaged…”

Aoshi opened his eyes.

“I read your agenda. Sorry… I just couldn’t help. Oh, Aoshi, I’m so happy!”

So they started planning their marriage that very moment. They had invited his former girlfriend, but she didn’t seem to be interested, as she didn’t come to the party. And after both of them said “yes”, they went to their honeymoon, starting their “happily ever after”.

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| vivo |

E somente quando tinha pensamentos suicidas se sentia vivo.


Artemys Ichihara
São Paulo, primavera de 2011
São Paulo, 2011 spring 

| não existem estrelas em sp |

Olho para o céu cinzento de São Paulo. De dentro do ônibus, dentro encontrar algum brilho que me guie na noite fria; só vejo nuvens. Procuro mais um pouco. Teria a poluição levado todas as estrelas com ela? Num esforço, descubro Vênus brilhando solitária no céu padronizado. Vênus não é uma estrela, mas é o máximo que a noite me oferece.

Dizem que, ao se encontrar a primeira estrela, todas aparecem. Não sei se eram estrelas, ou se eram apenas os reflexos dos meus óculos; acho que o segundo, mas  novos brilhos começaram a surgir. E, na minha imaginação, eu via constelações inteiras, via grupos de estrelas brilharem no céu. Imaginava o Universo acima de mim e sonhava com um manto prateado sobre minha cabeça.

E brincando de estrelar, eu descubro que existem estrelas em SP.


Título levemente baseado na música “Não existe amor em SP”, de Crioulo


Artemys Ichihara
São Paulo, primavera de 2011
São Paulo, 2011 spring

| it’s not me, it’s you ~ part one |

I would like to thank immensely to my friend Yoru Asahi, for being a beta-reader for this fiction and point some of my mistakes to be corrected. I really thank you, SUA LINDA.


Part I – you gonna make me delirious

“That son of a bitch! Who he thinks he is? Using me for four years, fooling me for four years and then he just say that he found another?… But if he is thinking I’m going to get sad, he’s completely wrong. The old Makimachi Misao is dead, and now, a new one is raising. Just want and see world. You’ll remember my name.” said the little fumming woman getting inside a drugstore and grabbing all the condom packs she found at the place.

“Are you going to travel with someone special, miss?” asked the smiling cashier while counting the total price of the condoms the girl bought.

“Actually no. I’m planning of using all of them tonight. Each one with a different person.”

The cashier smiled.

The girl got her purchase and got to waste her night on.


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| sou foda |

O que Sanosuke planejava ninguém sabia ao certo, mas todos tinham certeza de que seria idiota. Afinal, sua viagem pelo mundo, ao contrário do que todos esperavam, elevara sua estupidez a níveis épicos, tornando-o uma bomba de imprevisibilidade e insensatez. O único que imaginava o que poderia passar pela cabeça de seu amigo era Kenshin, que sabia que ele tentaria conquistar a morena a qualquer custo. E que com certeza daria merda.

Sanosuke subiu no palco improvisado que montara com algumas peças do dojo que seriam dispensadas, pegou um microfone de brinquedo de Kenji e resolveu começar seu show particular. Uma música estranha, com um arranjo harmônico pavorosamente ruim começou a tocar.

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