"Find him. Talk to him. Interrogate him. Get whatever you can from him." Amarao screeched as the doctors attempted to stitch the wounds over his eyebrows.
"Administrator Amarao, please calm down..." Kitsurubami pleaded from across the room. Her boss had always been a curiosity to her. But on this occasion, he was absolutely frightening. The hideous injuries over his eyes were the worst she had ever seen on anyone. His voice had attained the sound of fingernails on a chalkboard. He thrashed about in the hospital bed, nearly pulling the tube from his arm.
"She's back on this planet! We have to find her before its too late!"
"We don't even know what she wants..."
"I know!" he roared, "He told me! Just find Naota and talk to him!"
"But what if he doesn't want to tell me anything?"
"Use whatever methods you have to!"

"Kitsurubami? Yo, anyone home?" Naota said, regaining her attention. She shook her head, the image of her boss yelling quickly rushing from her mind. She looked straight at Naota.
"Sorry" she said, "I was just thinking."
"No problem. Now, what did you want to talk to me about?"
Kitsurubami strained for a moment for how she was going to approach this. She remembered Amarao's words: 'use whatever methods you have to.' A thought occurred to her. She lowered her head for a moment, put on her best sexy look, and then raised her eyes to meet Naota's. Naota was startled for a moment, not sure why she was looking at him that way.
"Well...there are some things I need to discuss with you..." she said, trying her best to sound lusty.
"Like what?" Kitsurubami remained silent for a full minute, struggling to think of what to do next. It had been a while since she had deliberately tried to attract a man, and she had almost forgotten how to do it. Finally, an idea struck her. She sipped her coffee, narrowing her eyes seductively at him.
"Well, there are some rumors going around about you..." she dipped her finger into the steamy liquid and then yelped. She had not realized just how hot it really was.
"You okay?" Naota said, his confusion evident.
"Oh yeah, fine!" she scrambled to say. She stuck her burned finger in her mouth and sucked on it, both to soothe the pain and to continue the act. He slid back in his seat, trying to put a little distance between himself and Kitsurubami. He was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable.
"So, what's this about rumors?"
"Well, people say they've been seeing you hanging around with certain women recently..." she traced her finger around the rim of her cup. "You're photographer friend, and just the other day you were spotted in a supermarket talking to some corporate girl..." Naota stiffened up, his back straight against his seat. "And your landlady says that she's heard you in your apartment talking to someone...you're quire the lady's man, aren't you Naota?"
"No, not really" Naota stuttered, trying to ignore the irritating feeling that was coming from his ankle. It felt almost like an itch, or a tickle. He rubbed the edge of his foot against his ankle, and it disappeared for a second.
"Then why all are all these girls following you around, all of a sudden?" Naota flinched as he felt the tickling by his ankle resume. It was starting to seriously annoy him. He rubbed his foot against his ankle, and again it disappeared. No, there it was again. He angrily stomped his foot down on whatever it was.
"Ow!" Kitsirubami shouted, leaping to her feet. She hopped around for a second, clutching her foot.
"What's wrong?" Naota said, standing as well.
"Nothing! Nothing!" she said, louder than she intended. Everyone in the coffee shop was looking at them. Her cinnamon cheeks turned pinkish, and she sat back down.
"Are you sure? Your face is turning red." Naota pointed out when he sat a well.
"I'm fine!" she snarled. Naota cringed back, and she realized her mistake. She quickly resumed her seducing, placing her elbows on the table, her chin resting on the top of her hands. She tilted her head to the side and tried to sound playful. "By the way, I noticed before that there is a couple of Vespa's parked outside your building. Does one of them belong to you?"
"No, my landlady owns one, I...don't know whose the other one is..." he said, trying to chuckle as if he found the whole situation amusing. His eyes flicked desperately around the room, looking for some way to get out of this.
"Aw, that's too bad. But I guess you're more a speed machine kind of guy. You like speed, Naota?"
"Um...yeah, I guess..."
"Me too. The intensity, the thrills..." she began to edge up on her elbows, leaning her torso out over the table a bit. "The pulse pounding, adrenaline pumping, ooh I just can't resist it!" she said, steeling slightly as she leaned in closer to him. "Maybe we should go for a ride together, sometime..." as she was about to lean in closer, her arm slipped and she crashed, face down, onto the hard wood of the table.
"Hey, you all right?" Naota said, jumping up to help her. Kitsurubami sat back in her seat, her face more than a little red now.
"Yeah, I'm great..." she said sarcastically, taking a deep swig of her coffee. When she set her cup back down, a small line of blood was starting to ebb down from her nose.
"Hey, you're bleeding!" Naota said. He got to his feet, grabbing his napkin, and knelt down in front of her.
"Hey, hey, you don't have to..."
"Don't worry about it. Just tilt your head back, here..." he said as he helped her ease her head back. He pressed the tissue against her nostril. In a few seconds, the blood stopped. He wiped over her lip. When she brought her eyes back to him, they had a new look in them.
"Thanks...that was really sweet..." she said, her cheeks starting to get pinkish again.
"Um...no problem..."
"So few people ever do stuff like that for me..." her eyes had gained a sort of shine that for some reason made Naota a little nervous. She began to lean in toward him. Naota felt his own cheeks getting hot as she came closer...
"HEY! HANDS OFF MY MAN!" Haruko's piercing shout seemed to tear through both of them, almost the way her bass tore into the back of Kitsurubami's head, knocking her chair over, spilling her onto the floor.
"Haruko!" Naota said, jumping to his feet. Kitsurubami shook off the effects of Haruko's blow, and raised her eyes to her assailant. Her jaw dropped, and her bronze skin got pale as the blood washed from her face.
"You...you...you..." she stuttered, pointing at Haruko with her trembling hand.
"Yeah, me! And if you touch Takun again, I'll flatten you out!" Haruko growled. She yanked Naotao to her, her strong arm coiled around his neck. She dragged him out of the coffee shop, his protests muffled as his face was currently mashed against her breasts.
Kitsurubami remained on the floor, stunned speechless. After a few moments, she reached into her pocket and whipped her cell phone up to her face.
"Commander Amarao! It's a definite, she's here!"
"You saw her?" Amarao shouted from the other end.
"Yeah, she was hard to miss..." Kitsu muttered, rubbing the back of her head.