On a sunny beach off the coast of a tropical summer island, Hitomi and Summer lay on beach towels, enjoying the feeling of the heat of the sun's rays against their skin. Seagulls cawed overhead, and the waves lapped against the shore. Other beach-goers made sandcastles and played in the water further on, but the two pirates went relatively undisturbed.

Soma was irritatedly running from some young, lovestruck girls vying for his attention. He was quite fast for one so young, but the females were obviously very determined. They could hear them crying out 'Soma-sempai!', 'Will you sign my bikini?' and 'Let me love you!''

Summer smirked at the sight. Lazily, she looked over to Hitomi. "Is he gonna be alright?"

Hitomi drowsily looked over to Summer. "Aa. It happens a lot more than you'd expect. He's surprisingly popular for a 12-year old."

"Hmm...some of those girls look like they could be in their 20's…" She shuddered, not wanting to think about that stuff any more. "Eh, he can handle himself."

Hitomi looked mildly disturbed. "Yes. I once had a woman who offered to buy him from me because she wanted to raise him to be her future concubine."

"Eheh...yeah, didn't want to know that…" She grimaced, picturing some pedophilic woman gesturing to the boy with crooked fingers. The image was scarring to say the least. Shaking her head, she sighed.

"Let's just focus on relaxing. I don't want to think about anything bothersome. All we need is some nice us-time." She sunk further into her towel, feeling the sun's heat slowly tanning her pale skin.

"Agreed. Hey, Summer, would you mind putting some sunscreen on my back?"

"No problem." She reached for the bottle and faced Hitomi. Opening the bottle, she poured some onto her hands, rubbing it between her fingers to warm the cold liquid, and began applying it to her back. She gave a pleased sigh, closing her eyes.

Unknown to them, all the males in a mile radius just stopped whatever they were doing and began to stare. They were only prompted away by the threatening sound of Soma firing his bullets.

"Hey shitheads! Keep your perving eyes away from Big Sis and Summer!" He shouted, waving his weapon around menacingly. The girls who had been chasing him stopped to admire his 'courage and manly disposition.' So they called it.

"Kyaaaaa! Soma-kun!"

"Oh Em Gee! He is so cute!"

"I'll bear your babies!"

"Our children will be both smart and beautiful!"

The males who had been staring at the two women, who weren't as enthused about Soma's outburst, went ghostly pale at the young man's words. They turned and ran the opposite direction, screaming about how terrifying the small boy was.

Huffing in irritation, Soma jogged towards the two women. When he finally reached them, he gave each of them a scowl.

"Jeez, how many times do I have to tell you two, you've gotta watch out. Men are predators waiting to pounce on prey like you too. Really, I have no idea what would happen to you two if I wasn't here."

Summer smiled. "We'd probably be hunkered down with a couple of no-good husbands and treated like housewives. You're the only thing keeping us from the tortures of being stay-at-home mothers." She joked.

Hitomi smirked. "Soma, you know that we both can handle ourselves. It's just that men are such excitable creatures. It's amusing. Here, watch this." Hitomi turned to Summer and leaned close to her ear to whisper something, giving a clear view of her bikini top to the onlooking men.

Collectively, all the men surrounding the trio sucked in a breath. Summer and Hitomi sniggered. "Losers."

Suddenly, a cloud of sand kicked up at the top of the beach, heading towards the two. The three looked towards the chaos, watching as a certain green-haired Supernova fan came barrelling down the beach in a flurry of arms and legs, tears streaming down his face.

Soma tensed unconsciously, but the ladies only chuckled. He slowed once he approached, eyes sparkling with gratitude.

"Hitomi-sempai, Summer-sempai, thank you so much for helping me!" Bartolomeo dropped to the ground and bowed, face basically shoved into the sand.

Soma sniggered. "He looks like an ostrich."

Hitomi gave him a look. "Don't be rude."

"It was no problem, Barto-san." Summer said, then cringed a little at the memory. "Only, next time, try not to have us interview such creepy and strange people. I think I'm scarred for life after some of those experiences."

"If you gave Big Sis and Summer mental problems, I'm gonna kill you." Soma threatened, holding up his gun with a glare. Bartolomeo held up his hands and backed away.

"Soma." Hitomi chided, and he looked to her. "Quit threatening Barto-san. He's not a bad guy."

New tears filled Bartholomeo's eyes with Hitomi's words. "Wahhhh! Hitomi-sempai! Summer-sempai!" He sputtered some more nonsense and attempted to bury his head in the sand once again, bowing deeply.

"If you keep doing that, you'll run out of air." Summer said, trying to lift his head from the beach. She successfully dug the man out, and he tried composing himself again.

"I have one more thing to ask." He managed to say without crying. Hitomi lifted a brow.

"And what would that be?"

Emotion overcoming him, Bartolomeo began sputtering a long explanation of words, which Soma couldn't understand in the slightest. Summer and Hitomi, however, seemed completely focused on what he was saying. At the end of his ramblings, he clasped his hands together in a begging gesture, and the two women were silent.

Soma, irritated that he wasn't included, gave a sigh. "Well, what did he say? What does he want?"

The ladies ignored him as they pondered Bartolomeo's words. Finally, Summer turned to Hitomi. "Well, what do you think?"

Hitomi silently stared back. A curt nod.

Summer groaned.

Soma crossed his arms, tapping his foot impatiently on the sand. "Hello? Can you hear me?" Finally, the two turned their attention back to him. Both looked rather sullen.

"He asked us to do another interview." Hitomi explained.

"And we said yes." Summer added.

Soma's jaw dropped. "Wait. You can't be serious."

Hitomi disregarded him and went back to relaxing in the sun. Bartolomeo jumped up and ran away screaming with joy, attracting the attention of curious and slightly horrified beach-goers.

Summer lowly chuckled. "Oh, Soma-boy, I wish that we were."

She sighed and relaxed next to Hitomi, muttering to herself. "Happy thoughts, Summer. Happy thoughts."