A/N: Yo Guys! I'm sorry for suddenly pulling out the chapters that I've already uploaded. I just didn't feel so right… so… I revised. Anyway, here's the new one, which is the combi of the chapters. And… I hope you'll like it.


CHAPTER 1 Collide


"C'mon, you shouldn't be so mad at him for forgetting the crab brain ice cream as the dessert!"

"Mi—kan!" she heaved a deep sigh and rolled her eyes. "The guy should know all the details if he wants to court me because I don't have the hobby of involving idiots with me." She coldly said.

"Aww… you're having a Lover's Quarrel! Congratulations!" I exclaimed, really delighted. Who wouldn't be? I mean, a lover's quarrel, in other's perspective is a no—no, but guys, this is Hotaru—the cold, bitter, and romance-phobic—and her love-life! A Lover's Quarrel is an improvement.

"Say another word about that crap 'love' thing and I'll kill Hyuuga with my rockets." She warned me. See? She's so bitter.

"At least if Hyuuga died, I'll be a widow, but you?" I chuckled, "You're gonna be an old maid if Ruka fails to recover…" then I continued laughing. But I stopped when…

"Found target. Launching missiles in five… four… three… two… one…"

OH MY GOD SHE REALLY— My eyes are now bulging, and I'm seriously shaking as I dial the bastard's number. It kept on ringing but no one answers. "Hotaru!" I finally yelled. "You're serious!"

"I didn't say I'm kidding." She smirked.

Finally, my call was picked up. "Natsume? Hello—"

"Hey—"

"Are you still alive?"

"NO, not really. I'm not talking to you now, right?" he sarcastically answered. =_=

"Yeah, dude. Unfortunately, you're still a living bastard. Thanks for notifying me of your existence." I was about to hang up but he suddenly talked.

"Tell Imai that her rockets won't work on me. She might need to hire the Avengers to kill me. Goodluck to her." And then he ended the call.

"Whatta bastard! I should be the one to hang up because I'm the one who called. Arg! Abnormal people!" I'm actually talking to myself.

"At least we're abnormal in the positive way, but you?" now she's the one who's chuckling darkly. Oh the wheel of life! "You're abnormal in the stupid way. Maybe you should book a trip to heaven and ask God why." And then she went back to work.

"Alright, you're the genius, you're the beautiful one, take it all, I'm no one at all…" I dramatically told her, waving a hand for an effect.

"Well, you're the one who told him where I was…" She said I kept watching her while she's making her new invention, it's a phone but I don't know what new features she's working on.

"Uh-huh." I answered as I pick up the screws to hand her, and then she turned to face me. "He's almost hysterical. Said he can't track you anywhere so I gave him the possible places you run to when you're out of your mind. Also…" I paused to breath. "I was worried too. Well, who won't be? You're gone for days, for God's sake!"

"Then it's your fault why Bunny-guy's in the hospital." She coldly retorted. Ruka's been admitted to a hospital yesterday because he went to check on Hotaru. I gave him the address of this lab, forgetting to warn him about the boxer robots and the morbid androids who guards the place.

"Now it's my fault?" I hysterically murmured to myself. I know I can't win on arguments with her anyway.

"Of course it's your fault." She retorted. I'm not surprised that she heard it considering the elephant ears that she's wearing right now.

"I'm sorry…" I sincerely said. I know she's also worried about Ruka. She even brought him to the hospital and really scolded me for my stupidity.

She smiled back, "Apology accepted." My heart's fluttering with joy. Somehow, Hotaru changed from her expressionless and violent—

BOOOGSH! BAKAAAAAAAAA!

Right. It's SO STUPID to think that she changed, or will ever change!

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR!" I yelled at her. She was blowing the tip of her baka gun in a James-Bond's-leading-lady way.

"Your offering, for me to accept your apology." Then she went back to work. :'( That hurts. Awwwwwch.

After some minutes, her phone rang. She's so concentrated with her work so I picked it up for her. "This is Hotaru Imai's line, can I help you?"

"This is Shizune Yamanouchi from the Hana-Hime Den. This is urgent, can I speak with Imai please?" the other line said.

"Just a moment…" I replied at once and handed Hotaru the phone, "Hotaru, it's Shizune-nee-sama. She said it's urgent."

Hotaru took the phone and listened while I kept myself busy looking at her blue prints which, of course, I cannot understand.

"I'm coming right now…" she said. I looked up at her, confused by her bothered expression. "Yes, yes. Don't worry, I will." Then she hung up. "I'm going out, Mikan…" she said in haste.

"Is something wrong?" I can't help asking, I'm starting to be bothered, too. Hotaru's usually expressionless unless something's really bothering her. So this time, as I watch her open drawers, and then close it without getting anything and walk around tensely, I can say that there's something wrong. She stopped then took out an old notebook, found the page and tore it. She kept it in her pocket and grabbed her coat. I was ready to leave with her so we immediately headed for the door.

"I'm sorry you can't come with me." She said.

I'm seriously taken aback. "Why not?" I asked her.

"I'll call you soon, okay? This is some complicated matter, but I'll tell you anyway as soon as everything's clear." She said, sliding into the driver's seat of her car.

I just nodded. I know it doesn't mean that I'm a disturbance. Sometimes each department holds jobs that are totally separated from the other department and are not subject to publicity. But since we're best pals, we often end up telling each other about those craps. We just can't keep secrets from each other. And anyway, I trust Hotaru.

"You take care…" I told her. "Goodluck."

She fastened her seatbelt then glanced at me with a smile, "Thanks." Then she drove away. I made my way too inside my car and made my way out of Hotaru's sanctuary. I'm done with my schedule and I think I already had a long day with that crap modeling for a new perfume ad. I even saw Kaname's face again, it made me feel bad. I don't mean 'bad' like I want to puke. What I'm actually saying is… that kind of feeling you get when you remember something that you really wanna forget.

God, why am I so disoriented! Not again that I want to forget him, it's just that… I want to forget that I ever had feelings for him and the sorts.

Actually, I'm having issues with Natsume when it comes to the 'may-you-rest-in-peace' old-epic-fail-love-story-of-mine, like duh! As if there was something between Kaname and me before? Halur, world, I didn't even become his girlfriend, for the dead's sake so why is that bastard so obnoxiously jealous with that guy whose already six feet under the ground? And how many times should I repeat that he's dead?

You're voice was the soundtrack of my summer, do you know you're unlike any other?

You'll always be my thunder…

I'm actually singing so loud, and I'm enjoying it but I have to pick up the call, because it's my ringing tone.

"Mikan!" a screeching voice greeted, well, if you call it a greeting. Guess who? It's Permy.

"Yo, Medusa, what's up?" I answered her, still with my eyes on the road.

"Don't Medusa me, you freaking brat, Natsume's in his car with a chic! Ow-em-gee, I wish I'm hallucinating, but I'm not. I'm gonna send you a picture!" and with that she hung up. Wait, did I get that right? Natsume's with a—

"Darn you Hyuuga. You bloody bastard!" I absent-mindedly muttered as I open the MMS I just received on my phone. I always see fireworks whenever I see him but this time, the fireworks exploded right on my face. Maybe I stepped on the accelerator a little too hard that I'm speeding way beyond the speed limit now as I reach the end of the city in no time and made a curve to enter Hyuuga's vast land in the next town. Yeah, I've been living with him for almost a year now, because we're married.

I'm in time. His car's just about to enter the parking lot when I sped up to crush his car's rear. I can see him glance through his rear view mirror, then to his side mirror and went out of his car. I went out too.

He's got his usual blank face when he greeted me. "Is that how you greet your hus—"

I didn't let him finish. I took one of my heels and threw it at him which he dodged but the other heel that I threw just after first one made a full landing on his face. Bull's eye! He let out a pained and pissed sound. I darted inside his black-and-white glass house while trailed after me.

"Alright, what's this all about?" he calmly asked. Geez, he can even act as if he knows nothing about his little act of infidelity. I took the phone out of my pocket and almost slammed it on his face. "This is all about this." I said through gritted teeth. I waited for an explanation but nothing came out from him and he's got the same poker face expression for almost forever.

"Well?" I finally cut the silence, while inside my head, I'm plotting on what to throw at him next. It can be the cushion (no, so soft), or the remote (too small), or the vase—

"That's my sister." He simply said as he slumped himself on the couch.

"What!" Yeah, it was like—sister? Did he ever mention a sister to me before? What lame excuse is that?

"Are you not cleaning your ears lately Polka? That girl on your paparazzi photo is my sister." He replied. I crossed my arms in front of my chest, still in doubt.

"Oh, really?" I challengingly asked him with eyebrows raised in high arcs, but then he handed me his phone indicating an incoming call from a girl—which happens to be the same girl in the MMS I received from Sumire. I answered it.

"Oi onii-chan! Listen, I can't make it at dinner so reserve another night a week from tonight and I'll see you and my new nee-chan, okay? Buh-bye!"

"So unfortunately, you're not going to meet her tonight…" he said as he took his phone from my hand. He just stood there looking right down at me and all I can do is roll my eyes at him. I closed my mouth as I decided not to subject myself to any more ridicule. Darn you Permy, and darn me for believing. "But you have to pay with what you just did… I mean, throwing your shoes at me, and making Imai send me blasting rockets…" he said with his usual arrogant teasing tone.

"Alright, my fault…" I raised both of my hands in surrender, "I'm sorry."

He let out a smirk—that one which makes me crazy. "I'm glad you're jealous." He proudly said, closing the distance between us. I just noticed that it's still dark inside since we proceeded on the argument and totally forgot about turning the lights on. The only source of vision-aid by now is the pavement lamps outside and with this closeness, I can smell his scent already, it's shaking my hormones dementedly.

"I wasn't jealous…" I started to mock him. "I just don't want to be fooled, got it?" His arms tightened around me as he leaned his head on mine. We were like that for a moment with his eyes closed. And as I think about it, I knew I have the right to be jealous. Just look at this guy—his hair, his eyes, his face, and to think that he's all mine, then someone would just try to steal him?

C'mon, I don't want to kill someone.

I went nearer to him and gave him a smack on the lips. He smiled and opened his eyes. "Cunning brat. How dare you steal a kiss from me?"

"You can steal it back…" I gave him a smirk. He was about to kiss me when I ran inside until I reached the room. But he was fast too since he caught up in no time.

"There's an interest when I take back something stolen from me…" he whispered when he's already embracing me. I stomped on his foot, making him jump back. "Tss." He sounded out.

"I'm not that easy, bastard." I told him, laughing as I reach for the light switch but I was slapped by a pillow hard on my face. I can forget the light. I took the cushion instead and threw it at him which he dodged easily and went near me.

I threw a punch on him but he caught my hand and slightly twisted it but I was able to kick him on his stomach. He took my arms and twisted it behind me but I elbowed him on the right side of his waist hard enough to loosen his grip on me then I slapped him on his cheek. We wrestled for almost half an hour while laughing until he caught both my arms and entangle my legs with his giving me no escape, and then let us fall on the bed.

"Alright Reddie, you win…" I told him in between laughter. He leaned his head on mine, his sweat's dripping but he's chuckling too.

"I'm taking back that kiss…" He said when he looked up and our eyes met. Oh no. Don't use those eyes on me...

I lose. My eyes just closed its self in contrast to my lips which automatically received his kiss. He's not taking back anything from me, but giving me more. I felt his lips tracing his hands on my cheeks, on my jaw, on my neck. And I can feel his soft hair as I brush it with my hands. His lips went back to mine and I can feel the cold night breeze against my skin getting colder and colder, and his breathe, his touch burns as it crawls on my body. We're kissing like… forever. It's as if we're memorizing each other with our lips and our passion. There was not a second when we let loose of each other, because with that every second, I fell even more in love with him… because those were the most precious seconds that we are one.


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