Turning her head towards her left shoulder, Remy eyed P-kun... she then turned back to the building ...then back at P-kun... then back at the building... then back at P-kun and her gaze remained on her guardian. She gave him a long hard stare before she said:

"A bar?" She gestured towards the Otaku no Mori. "You lead me to a bar?! Are you crazy!"

P-kun ignored her. Actually, he was getting pretty good at tuning her out. Ever since he rose from the handbook's ashes she did nothing but criticize, be sarcastic to, and belittle him, especially his name! If he wasn't obligated (obligated?! Yeah right, "forced-to-by-continuous-life-threats" is more like it!) to be by her side throughout the duration of this game, he would have been gone long before now. But he couldn't waste time feeling sorry for himself and wishing his charge away... it just wasn't going to happen.

He glanced at the Mori and knew. The moderator was no longer there... they missed their chance. Damn! Now he would have to try and explain things to her... and he didn't know half as much as the moderator did. This wasn't going to be easy. He looked at Remy mumbling to herself.

"...not only is my perfect man *not* human, he's also an alcoholic." she turned to P-kun, unnerved by the knowledge that he was studying her with a look of contempt, "What else about you should I be aware of? No, wait... lemme guess... hmmm... you're allergic to hard work and commitment and you also snore??"

"Look yo-" he began, only to be cut off by the opening of the Mori door. He looked up and noticed that Remy was also transfixed with the image that presented itself before them. Framed by the doorway stood a girl, clad in a silver fuku. Her aura glowed around her... she was Otaku. He glanced from the girl to Remy and swore under his breath. She wasn't ready.

Remy's light blue aura shone around her, announcing her status of Otaku as well. "Nan-" Remy questioned, suddenly noticing her aura around her. She turned towards the girl. "Donata-" she stopped. Somehow, she knew exactly who this person was... and she was almost certain something was going to happen.

The fuku clad girl walked slowly towards them, a smirk forming on her lips. Another Otaku, another fight... another eventful day!! She laughed... this Otaku knew nothing...easy kill. But there was something different about this girl. Despite her blue aura, Celly got the distinct feeling that this girl was another Hotohori no Otaku... but how could that be? The color was all wrong. What happened to the chocolate?!

"Tamahome no Otaku..." Remy whispered, stunned that she knew this girl's name.

"Hotohori no Otaku." Tamahome no Otaku said, pulling out her BBBoD™. She laughed, hard.

A very panicky Remy looked at P-kun. "Now what?"

"Fight her." He said matter-of-factly.

"Are you crazy? How the hell am I supposed to do that? She'll kill me with that huge thing-a-ma-gigger that she's holding!"

Tamahome no Otaku took a swing at Remy, aiming for her right shoulder. Sensing her intent, Remy quickly sprinted to the side of the Mori, avoiding her attack, but trapping herself between the wall, lined with numerous garbage cans, and this looney, Tamahome no Otaku.

Raising her BBBoD™, she laughed again. "Amateur" Tamahome no Otaku took a step forward… then another. Great! Just great! Now what was Remy supposed to do? She had to stop her somehow. Where the hell was *her* BBBoD™?!

Not thinking, Remy grabbed the first thing her fingers came in contact with and hurled it towards Tamahome no Otaku. Tamahome no Otaku stood, shocked at what this Otaku was doing. Too stunned to think, Tamahome no Otaku watched as the girl sent her guardian into flight.

P-kun hit Tamahome no Otaku directly in the face with a resonant thud. An uncounsious P-kun fell to the ground. This was Remy's chance.

Reacting totally on instinct, Remy jumped back and gave Tamahome no Otaku a good, long look. She picked up the lid of a nearby garbage can and raised it.

"It's not nice to start fights with people!" Remy shouted at Tamahome no Otaku. "Hotohori-sama ni kawatte, oshioki yo!" Did she really give that cheesy speech? And who the *hell* was Hotohori-sama?! No time to contemplate that now… without another thought, Remy aimed the lid at Tamahome no Otaku and threw.

Tamahome no Otaku crumpled in pain. Although not unconscious, she could do nothing but watch as Hotohori no Otaku ran passed her, picked up her fallen gaurdian, and ran towards the cover of the forest.

Tamahome no Otaku looked towards the trees and the fading image of the second Hotohori no Otaku. This ecounter wasn't as easy as she thought it would be, but Tamahome no Otaku knew that one battle meant nothing. In the end, she'd win... she'd win it all. She'd get all the Otaku, even *both* Hotohori no Otaku back. If she didn't win this game… no one would! She'd make sure of that!

~TBC