/jp/ - Otaku Culture

"OY, WHERE'S THE MAIN COURSE? IT'S BEEN DRINKING AND WAITING ALL NIGHT LONG! COME ON!"
At first I thought it was just some crazy lady hollering at nobody in the streets. Kind of a hassle to put up with right in the morning, but at least the weather was nice. Cool, comfy. Misty...
Not far from my doorstep and I saw her, tumbling and turning at the corner. A faded-by-the-fog orange waterfall of hairstrands. Two horns and a frilly dress and a couple of bows. There was no doubt about it! It was her, right into this mortal world.
"YOU! Where is the chef?" Said a daring but clearly dizzy face.
"I... uh, the chef is busy, madam." I played along.
"Oh, he'll be busy alright, just he wait..." Popping her neck and shoulders, the oni girl was determined to cause some commotion.
"If you will, I could offer you a fitting meal."
And with a tired face, she gave in to this easier proposal, waving her hand in dismissal for the chef. And before she made sense of any of it - as if sipping more from that gourd every ten seconds would help it anyway -, she was drooling at my table, waiting for the servings.
I don't know how to cook anything, mind you, but there was some dinner leftovers in the fridge, and that was her breakfast, a banquet for the starved.
"Thanks, boy!" The mischief maker cleaned her mouthsides with the tablecloth as she spoke. "The feast is kinda dead, huh? I wonder where everyone went after the games started..."
By game, of course, I figured alcohol had been playing its role for hours- no, days, else that mighty drinker wouldn't have strayed out to a whole other dimension. And my heart told me not to waste the chance.