"You don't want a title card?" Yamamoto asked, a little surprised, "I mean, producer-san said—!"
"No! I'll be fine without one… I don't even want to do this anyway!" Hikaru cut him off, glaring. Yamamoto scratched his head, adjusting the headset on his head, "My mom made me audition…"
"Well, I guess. But you know producer-san won't be so happy… right?" He whispered, looking around. That woman had ears everywhere. "And she pays us! And runs the show…"
"I don't care. I'll mess it up and then I'll get fired." Hikaru said, dressed as Cure March, "But why the costumes?"
"Does it matter? You said you wanted to get fired." Yamamoto reminded her, "Anyway, you should start the show now. I'll raise the curtains, so be ready." With that, the rain guardian walked off stage, leaving Hikaru standing there alone.
As the curtains rose and the lights came on, she realized she wasn't alone. Reborn was sitting in his chair on the other side of her, the box that had been there previously gone. "Oh. The box is gone." Reborn commented, "Ciaossu I'm Reborn." He said to the camera.
"And I am Hikaru." Hikaru bowed politely, "Today we'll be interviewing the interviewer, correct?"
"We'll be interviewing Hikaru-chan?" Reborn asked, "I thought we were interviewing…" A whirring sound was heard and a cage descended from the top and inside was Kamiko, wearing her Nami-chuu uniform with addition of elbow pads and knee pads.
"We'll be interviewing Cavallone Kamiko-san." Hikaru said, "Hello, Cavallone-san."
"Good afternoon, Aoba-san." Kamiko replied, bowing slightly, "You're my interviewer?"
"That would be correct. Now I've got some questions to ask you." Hikaru pulled out a large stack of cue cards. "First one: how old would you be if you didn't know how old you were?"
"That's easy." Kamiko smirked, "I'd be 47—no… 48—ah, 60? No, that's not right… C-Can you ask me another question?" She scratched her head, looking away in embarrassment.
"The right answer was eight." Hikaru replied, "You'd be eight if you didn't know your age. Why? Because you have the mind of an eight year old." Hikaru shuffled the cards, looking for a new question.
"I can't tell if that was an insult or a compliment…" Kamiko whispered to Reborn. The baby Hitman shrugged, "Okay, uh next question?"
"I'm trying to find one suitable to your… tastes…" Hikaru tapped her finger against her chin, "Oh! Um, why are you wearing those pads?" Her voice betrayed her as she sounded genuinely interested.
"Well," Kamiko smirked, "I'm a part of this awesome team—we're called the Rainbow Skaters! We skateboard and rollerblade… and I'm the ace!"
"Why isn't she acting perky?!" The producer slammed her fists on the desk, making a moderately loud noise, "I mean she's your daughter!" Haru sighed, crossing her arms.
"Well how should I know?" Haru replied, "She's always been a little quiet and it doesn't help the fact that you've got Kamiko up there as well. You should've stuck with that other girl from the pilot!"
"Kita? We tried to tape the second one with her, but…" The producer cringes, "She's still not happy about working with Reborn… So it's either Kamiko or Hikaru at the moment…"
"Well I'll try to make her perkier for the next session then, okay? For now, just deal with it." Haru said, looking back to the screen.
Hikaru was getting annoyed at Kamiko. The girl had been bragging about her skating skills for a few minutes now. The green-haired girl frowned, pulling the tape from around wrists to tie onto her hands. "You have three seconds to shut-up before I kill you."
Kamiko looked at her, the deadpan stare returning as she pulled her new sword from her back, "You wanna go?" Kamiko leaped over the side of the cage, holding her sword menacingly, a dark aura enveloping the two girls.
Hikaru jumped, aiming a kick at Kamiko who blocked it with her sword. Reborn looked on interest as the two began fighting and eventually, breaking the camera.
"Hahi… that's an awful combo, don't you think producer-san?" Haru looked to the producer. The teenager was bent over and shaking. Haru was a little scared as she backed up.
"This… th-this… this… is…" She looked up, eyes sparkling, "Wonderful! Oh, the ratings will surely go up with those two fighting. A Tsundere and a soon-to-be Yandere and a baby? This'll be the best show ever! (Of course the damage to the camera will come out of their pay checks, but...) I gotta go get someone to make the sign! Oh, this is great!" The producer left the room, leaving Haru watching a little confused.
"Ah… why did the producer have to be so young and susceptible to violence?" Haru cried waterfall-esque tears, "Now this show will go bad…"
