Once upon a time...
Michiru was a crack whore known as Water Sports Michi! *_*
W.S. Michi worked for a pimp called Tenoh-san, whom most people called "Mr. T." O.o
Well, one evening, W.S. Michi was lounging around in her boudoir smoking a joint she had rolled out of dried seaweed flakes, when Mr. T walked in and announced that W.S. Michi had a customer! W.S.M. quickly put out her joint and patted her hair in place as Mr. T let in the customer and closed the door.
The customer was a girl with pretty dark eyes and long, straight dark hair, whose purse was overflowing with Post-It notes. She was wearing a red-and-white miko robe, and W.S.M. sighed to herself. Not another priestess-on-priestess fetish customer.
W.S.M.: Come on, I haven't got all day, I've got a violin concert to perform at in an hour.
customer: Wait, we need to talk first.
W.S.M.: About what?
customer: I dunno if I'm doing this for the right reasons.
W.S.M.: Urr, then why did you pay in advance?
customer: You see, I used to go out with this guy, but then he got together with my best friend. But I still like him, and I think he likes me still, even though I think he's been seeing the guy who runs the local arcade as well as that fashion designer guy who had a show here recently. You see, my best friend is a total moron, there's no way a guy like him could put up with being faithful to her for long. But the thing is, I like HER too, even though she's a moron! And I have a feeling I came here just to take my mind off of both of them.
W.S.M.: Okay, you're too weird to sleep with, get out and Mr. T will refund half your money and give you a Space Sword Banana keychain as a free souvenir.
customer: WHAT? That's a RIP-OFF! *slaps W.S.M.*
W.S.M.: HOW DARE YOU?
Customer: Ah, shaddup, I slap my best friend all the time, and I'd probably slap my grandfather too if he ever ticked me off enough, so don't think you're special.
The customer walked out and slammed the door. W.S.M. barely had time to notice she was gone when Mr. T came back in, saying, "I'm glad you finished that one quickly, you have another customer."
This time a tall man wearing a pink shirt walked in, trying to hide his identity with glasses that had a fake nose and mustache. He presented a rose to W.S.M.
W.S.M.: Hello, Chiba-san.
Chiba: GACK! *takes off glasses* How did you know my name?
W.S.M.: You're wearing a nametag.
Chiba: Ah... *rips it off* Damn woman running the AA meeting made us wear nametags.
W.S.M.: Urm, I don't sleep with people who go to AA meetings.
Chiba: PLEASE! I haven't had any in weeks! Motoki dumped me and Yoshiki is at a fashion show in Paris, and who KNOWS where the hell Fiore is since he left?
W.S.M.: *blink* Why don't you go see a priestess then?
Chiba: *blink blink* SOU DA NA! That's a great idea, thanks! *runs out*
A few seconds later, Chibi-Usa walked in.
And now you know... the REST of the story.
