content edited as of April 16, 2011; author's note untouched.
To say that Natsume hated someone was no big deal. At any one period of time, there were at least three people he hated and multiple inanimate objects. In fact, he could list them easy:
1) Imai Hotaru
2) Sakura Mikan, for involving her cynical, techno-brained friend
3) cameras
4) tape recorders
5) digital transmitters
6) microphones
7) the paper he had due tomorrow
8) Narumi, for assigning the paper
9) the clock that couldn't possibly tick any louder
10) the cat mask
11) the earrings
12) the fact that he wasn't allowed to torch the previous three.
And many others.
But today it was Hotaru he hated most of all. Her and all of technology in general.
"Just let it go, Natsume."
He frowned. "No. That was a complete invasion of privacy."
"I don't mind."
"You're too damn nice, Tsubasa."
"And that's what you like about me."
He shoved him. Hard. "Ass."
Tsubasa laughed and kissed his temple.
Flash.
"Tsubasa!"
Author's Note: Guess what happened to get Natsume so riled up at technology.