Disclaimer: I do not own MaiHime/MaiOtome.. Sunrise does.. if i am a billionaire, then maybe.
This is my first fanfic so good luck to me.. hope you enjoy reading it.
The troublesome Ducati
It was nearing summer; most students would chat among their friends, talking about great ways to enjoy summer vacation. Most would go to beaches since it is the most efficient and affordable way of passing the heat of summer, for some well-off student, having a trip abroad or spending their time in a summerhouse would be a good idea. Well almost everyone is into the summer mood except for a particular raven-haired girl who had already made up her mind on spending her vacation fixing her beloved Ducati.
[Natsuki Kuga - a freshman high school student of Fuuka Academy. Loves motorbikes, lingerie and has an unhealthy addiction to mayonnaise. Definitely not your most friendly person , has a habit of cutting classes ,short-tempered except when it comes to her favorite things which was previously mentioned and yeah… the daughter of the CEO/Owner of Kuga Business Conglomerate, one of largest business corporation in Japan. Their scope of business ranges from real estate to shopping malls to restaurants.
Natsuki is in her garage, working her way through her motorbike's engine. Sporting a blue jumpsuit and wearing goggles, she looks like a professional mechanic, except for a bottle of mayonnaise with a spoon in it lying beside her. For some reason it has not been working well since she crashed it on the highway 2 weeks ago. "I guess I have damaged it more than I thought" whispering to herself while searching for her screwdriver.
Two hours within her fixing session, the door to her garage opened. A certain orange head girl entered, followed by a slightly younger girl with short black spiky hair. Looking around for her cobalt blue haired friend, she instantly saw her when she heard the clattering of spoon against glass container.
"Hey Natsuki, how's the fixing going?" asked the orange head girl, sitting on the garage floor beside Natsuki.
[Mai Tokiha – freshman high school student of Fuka. A superwoman if we may say. Have two jobs, one being a waitress at a local restaurant and a lifeguard during the weekends. She has a younger brother, Takumi Tokiha, who happens to be attending middle school in the same school. She is Natsuki's roommate and her conscience sometimes. She is a good cook and loves karaoke. She is always with the company of Mikoto Minagi, a middle school student of Fuuka who looks like and acts like cat, member of the middle school division kendo club, she always carries her shinai( like the ones used for kendo) which is kept inside a cylindrical-like bag.
"Well, its working but not like before, it doesn't sound right every time I start it up"
"Maybe it's time you should bring it to a professional, not making it worse"
"Thank you very much for your support Mai, but remember why my bike crashed on the first place?"
It was a day to remember all right. Mai and Natsuki were heading towards town 2 weeks ago to buy some groceries. While on the highway, a young deer suddenly leaped out of nowhere in front of them, startling the orange haired girl and accidentally grabbed on one of Natsuki's arms. Natsuki lost her control over the bike. They skidded on the highway. The guardrails on the highway stopped their vehicle from moving further. Luckily, for the two, the worst thing they got was bruises. Moreover, lucky for the deer who did not look fazed by the fact "It" nearly died.
"It wasn't my fault that deer happen to "pass by" the highway, and besides we still manage to arrive at the supermarket before it closed".
Inching closer, she wanted to see what was wrong with the blue mean machine. Mai was now squatting right next to Natsuki with her brows slightly furrowed.
"I don't see anything wrong; it's still shiny except for that little dent on the side of the gas container and the long scratch over the side frame"
Natsuki gave a deep sigh before turning her head to face Mai.
"Since when did you become an expert with motorbikes?" Giving Mai one of her death glares. "And besides, look at my baby, IT'S A MESS!"
"Now now Natsuki, didn't I tell you to bring it to a professional so they can fix it back"
"I would have if I have enough money Mai"
"Why not ask your dad for money? He's just a phone call away anyway and why don't you try patching things up with him". Standing up, she walked towards Mikoto (who happened to be holding an electrical wire cutter that she took from Natsuki's toolbox) and snatches the "dangerous" tool from her.
"I'd rather not eat mayonnaise for a year than talk to him," Natsuki snarled.
Mai raised an eyebrow at Natsuki's sudden comment.
"Oh really"
Realizing that she just laid the fate of her mayonnaise addiction on the line she quickly retorted.
"I mean, I'd rather not cut classes than talk to him" she said pouting.
"He's been calling you since you had that fight and you never once returned his calls," Mai answered softly. She did not know if she should push the subject but was afraid that Natsuki might burst.
Natuski just snorted. She is not comfortable talking about her personal life. She would just rather keep it to herself than have someone meddling, but Mai is different. She does meddle but Natsuki knows that she only do this for her own good. Even though they just met a year a ago, with Mai's motherly attitude, it's hard not to be friends with her and since Natsuki's mother passed away when she was a kid, this is something that she's looking for.
"Ok, I'll not bug you with your family problems, for now. But at least try bringing that thing to a local mechanic shop and have it checked up." Tapping one foot on the floor with her arms crossed.
"If that's what could make you stop nagging me, then fine". Let's just hope that mechanic shops aren't that pricey." Natsuki obviously a little irritated by the fact that she had to spend money again but decided to take Mai's advice since it is for her Ducati anyway.
Smiling to herself, Mai headed towards the door.
"So shall we eat lunch then, miss-bottomless-pit-stomach here is getting hungry". Pointing to the feral girl, who is munching on a foam.
With that, the three left the garage and headed to the kitchen.
