Smack. Smack.
Hotaru pounded her hammer against a nail and then drilled it into a metallic piece. She was connecting the pieces together to create the outer shell of a new robot Mikan. Her other one had seemed to malfunction and turned rebellious. Hotaru couldn't help but find it amusing to see how the rebellious robot-Mikan acted. It actually tried smoking a cigarette but the thing kept coughing, then turning off on its own.
Natsume challenged her that she couldn't make an exact replica of the old one. Hotaru took the challenge because to make a replica was simple. All she had to do was go back to her blue-prints but something unfortunate came her way.
She lost her blue-prints and she assumed it was because of that Hyuuga-bastard.
Hotaru stood up and scanned her robot. It was finally finished! The thing looked exactly the same and now to turn it on. Hotaru grabbed her controller and pressed the ON button. Almost immediately, the robot responded by having its eyes turn into a bright shade of yellow. Soon enough, the thing smiled and welcomed Hotaru.
The Imai child smirked inwardly and started showing the robot toward the Hyuuga's room. She was so going to love this.
She guided the robot down the hallways and also tried not to get caught. It was nearly impossible when the robot was just like her best friend—loud. Hotaru was glad that she added a mute button to the controller to make the thing shut up. It was really annoying how the thing went on and on about pies.
Natsume Hyuuga.
… It was what was read on the room's plaque. Hotaru lifted her fist and knocked quietly on the door, but also loud enough for the Hyuuga-boy to hear. On the other side, Hotaru heard footsteps being stomped against the ground.
Natsume threw open his bedroom door and saw the Imai girl standing there, a robot behind her. "What do you want?" he asked.
Hotaru grabbed the chin of the robot and put it in Natsume's face. "In your friggen face, Hyuuga," she said. "I told you I could make a replica of your dear lover."
If Natsume was the type of boy to burst out laughing… he would've done so.
"'My dear lover?'" he questioned. "What a joke…"
In a flash, Natsume grabbed onto her chin and pulled her into a kiss. It wasn't anything passionate or sloppy. Heck, it wasn't even long. Quick and nipped kiss. That's all it was.
"In your friggen face, Imai," he mocked. "I told you earlier that I didn't like her."
Neither of them liked being wrong but with Hotaru, being wrong wasn't in her nature. Hotaru grabbed onto the robot's head and pulled it off, then throwing it at Natsume.
Her thumb was a bit too close to the self-destruct button for comfort.
A/N: This was requested way back in November. It was supposed to be a Nattie x Hotaru fic and I forgot the rest of the items the dear requester requested. Somehow the PM got deleted in my e-mail so I don't know who requested this. .
To let you know, I intentionally made this short. It was supposed to be EVEN shorter thus the reason why it looks rushed.