Disclaimer: I'd say I own Mai HiME, but the people at Sunrise might have lawyers, so I…pretty much don't own anything.

Laboratory of Alyssa Searrs

South Jersey Shore

In a lone mansion, atop a high mountain during a rainy stormy night, she addressed her assistant.

"Gentlemen!" Alyssa Searrs spoke.

"Yes, Oujo-sama?" Miyu inquired, being the only one there.

"For far too long, we have been ignored by the writers of and have had no screen time since the series ended! That time has come to an end. Behold my creation!"

Alyssa pushed the door open to reveal a giant floating space station.

"Now, all FanFiction shall have me in them. It is time to unleash it."

As the space station began to float, Alyssa undid the single ribbon of her hair, allowing the space station to float. As her hair glowed with a blinding radiance, she gave one single order.

"Miyu, if anyone makes a Super Saiyan joke, kill them."

"Yes, Oujo-sama."

Shopping Center Vermin

The group of now five tailgated the couple as they walked side by side inside the shopping mall. They stared suspiciously at the two as they noticed that Natsuki didn't mind rubbing shoulders with the President.

The mall itself wasn't much to look at. Bright purple colors, Japanese pop playing over head and dispensable underwear sold in vending machines all made up the characteristics of a normal shopping mall.

"This reminds me of the first Kevin Smith film I saw where I didn't laugh," Mai whispered while trailing the two.

Using the newspapers as individual covers, they walked side by side following the couple through the mall.

"Smile now, President," Nao once again grinned evilly. "Because in a little while, I'll be the harbinger of your destruction!" As she smiled, sharp violins and a chorus began singing again, turning all the attention, save Natsuki and the president, to Nao.

"Nao, will you cut the music, for Pete's sake?" Mai cried as the rest of them circled her.

"Fine, fine." Nao stopped the music short as they chased after the couple. Hiding in a bush, they watched the two go in.

"They're going into a Victoria's Secret." Chie whispered.

Nao smirked. "I knew the president had dirty thoughts, but damn!"

Aoi continued to take pictures with her KODAK camera, as Mikoto urged to press forward.

"Follow."

Mai sighed. "No, Mikoto. Why would we be going to an underwear store in the middle of the night?"

Chie looked the group awkwardly. "Come to think about it, what kind of date idea is going to Victoria's Secret?"

Mai already had an answer in mind. "Well, Natsuki does collect underwear, so it'd probably be logical to-"

"Tohika?"

The group turned to face a familiar blond haired male towering over a short, red-haired girl.

"Tate? Shiho?" Mai asked, surprised. "What are you two doing here?"

Shiho jumped right at the question. "Onee-chan was just taking me to get me a Wii. Right, Onee-chan? You're going to get me a Nintendo Wii, right?"

"Yeah, yeah," Tate reassured. "Why are you in a bush, Tohika?"

"None of your business," Mai pouted, looking the other way.

"Oh? What if it is my business?" Tate retorted.

"Then, you'd be butting into my business, moron."

"Then maybe I want to be part of this business, fat boobs!"

Both turned to each other and shot daggers with their eyes.

"Idiot!" Mai started.

"Loser!" Tate retorted.

"Selfish bastard!"

"Charitable bitch!"

"Sack of crap!"

"Silicone boobs!"

"Pile of s-"

"Oi, oi, oi!" Chie tried to calm them down. "Keep it clean. This is rated T, remember?"

Nao asked, "What's going on with you two anyway?"

"None of your business!" Tate and Mai shouted at the same time. They both turned away from each other and stormed off in opposite directions.

"Mai, come back!" Mikoto shouted.

Chie signaled the group to stop. "Give them 30 seconds, tops."

30 seconds later...

"Tohika!" Tate shouted running back at break neck speed.

"Tate!" Mai ran with tears in her eyes.

"Tohika!"

"Tate!" They ran into each other's arms, crying. As they passionately met their lips towards each other, the entire mall, except Shizuru and Natsuki of course, clapped and cheered.

"Baka, Onee-chan," Shiho dismissed as she sat with the rest of the group.

"Want to join our party?" Mai said, wiping the tears from her eyes. "We're following the president and Natsuki. They're on a date."

"Ehh?" Tate jumped back. "Two girls on a date? Isn't that kinda weird?"

"Not really." Shiho tugged on Tate's arm. "Remember when that man stalked me and I told him, 'No lolicon'? Remember, Onee-chan?"

"Well, I guess I could. I've always wondered about those two myself. Okay, we'll join."

The words, "TATE YUUICHI and LOLICON have joined your party!"

"Hey!" Shioh shouted.

"MUNAKATA SHIHO has joined your party. Happy now?"

"Thank you."

As they walked around the lingerie shop, Natsuki couldn't help but notice the stares Shizuru gave her. The vibrant ruby eyes followed her closely and lovingly. Before, Natsuki would have swatted said eyes away. However, she now felt a genuine sense of comfort when the followed her. Natsuki's emerald eyes began to peer into Shizuru's. They stared at each other for a while until they realized they were doing nothing but looking at each other. Shizuru giggled, and for once Natsuki laughed right alongside her.

"I gotta admit, Shizuru, you've got some pretty odd ideas for a date." Of course, Natsuki didn't mind being at a lingerie store, but most girls her age didn't collect as much as her.

"Do you not like this store?" Once again, Shizuru's Kyoto-ben accent omitted a feathery feeling towards Natsuki.

"It's not that. I'm just not sure whether or not you're doing this for me or you." As she batted her blue strands away, she noticed a particular pair of panties on a shelf. At first, she didn't reach for it, but Shizuru spotted Natsuki's hesitation.

"Do you see something that you like?"

She could've hidden this fact, but knowing Shizuru, Natsuki confessed.

"Well," Natsuki replied as she picked up a pair of black satin panties. "I've been looking for this pair to add into my collection for a long time, and actually seeing them here is sort of shocking."

"I think they would look good on Natsuki. Would you like to try them on?" The azure-haired girl caught up to the president's tricks. However, she decided it would be best to play along.

"Alright, but just this once." She walked casually into the dressing room, taking a pair of matching bra with her. Natsuki would've usually felt embarrassed at such a thing, but the awkwardness disappeared and something else replaced it. Natsuki couldn't figure it out, but it seemed to be meeting with Shizuru again. She liked being with her despite all the teasing. As she undid her dress and unhooked her bra, Shizuru suddenly whispered, "Does Natsuki need help with that?"

Natsuki's face turned bright red. "Don't you even think about coming in here!"

Shizuru, looking through the thin veil asked with a smile, inquired, "What would you do if I did?"

"Then I'd...I'd...I'd make you sorry!" She bit off before finally coming out in her undergarments. Natsuki imagined what she'd look like in this, but actually wearing it brought a sense of exhilaration. The satin felt soft on her skin, rather than just snapping or tugging to get a fit on. The color itself contrasted well on her skin. True black on pale white looked rather nice and left something to the imagination. However, she never expected to see Shizuru's face in a state of shock. To see someone like Shizuru lose her composure was…well, different.

"They look beautiful." Shizuru smiled once again, trying not to stare.

"Oh, go on," Natsuki replied as she turned around to reveal everything.

"Why not get them?" Her Kyoto-ben accent cracked a little as she continued to stare.

"No, they're too expensive. I'd have to go without food for at least two weeks." Natsuki returned to the dressing room and began to put her suit back on.

"I can pay for them."

Natsuki's head suddenly burst out from behind the curtain. "You would? Wait…who is this for? Me or you?"

Oddly enough, Natsuki smiled when she heard this. The smile itself mixed with irritation and suspicion of Shizuru's intention. However, Natsuki couldn't help but feel glad someone would do this for her.

"Don't be silly!" Shizuru grinned with her hands together. "This is for you. However, if Natsuki decides to wear it in public..."

"Jerk," Natsuki pouted. She finally came out of the dressing room, fully clothed, and handed Shizuru the undergarments. As they left the store, the panties and bra in a paper bag, Natsuki looked at Shizuru.

"Hey, thanks," she said, staring with her brilliant emerald eyes.

"You're welcome."

"Konichiwa, bitches!" A man came from out of nowhere and stared at both the girls. The man might have been homeless; he was certainly dressed like one. He wore a gaudy yellow jacket with a black hoodie with blond hair falling through the cap. He was followed by another man, donned with a thick beard, a thick face, and a thick body. Even though he was much shorter than the other man, he wore a cap with the same black strands of hair falling out.

"Hello. My name is Jay, and this is my non-homosexual life partner, Silent Bob. And we're here to offer you some of our product."

"Excuse me?" Natsuki asked with a suspicious look.

"We're talking about putting the blunt in Blunt man, putting the yes in "I did inhale," putting the chronic in pimp chronicles and making everyday 420. Are you ladies interested?"

"Shizuru, do you know what they're talking about?" the blue haired girl quietly asked her companion.

"I believe they're talking in a much different language. Let us go somewhere else." They left together, gaining the momentum of fun with each passing moment.

"What the hell is up with this country? I figured this be a gold mine for selling our product. Isn't that right, Silent Bob?"

"..."

"I mean, you look at these signs and you think someone's smoking something, right? What's the point of learning Japanese when people don't buy our product?"

"..."

"I hear you. Someone else must be selling the stuff. We gotta get to them and take them out."

"I'm going home."

"Hey! If you're bailing give me back my weed!"

(A/N: I do not own Jay and Silent Bob. Jay and Silent Bob owned by the imagination of director Kevin Smith. Oddly enough, I also do not own the South Jersey shore.)