'What did you say to me?' The offended party asked hautily.

'You heard me.' Mikan stood tall, looking up at the girl who's perfume reeked of wealth and falsities. The group started too engulf Mikan into it's circle. The taller of the two felt humiliated at being talked back to by the shorter girl.

'How dare you! Do you even know who I am?' Sumire screeched, the boy who flicked his seaweed hair back approached the two.

'She is Sumire Shouda.' The boy proudly delivered in a theatrical manner, waving his hands delicately into the air and attempting to fold himself in a gracious bow, as if completely unaware of the tension. 'And, I am her proud and wonderful brother, namingly-.'

Mikan shook her head ignoring Sumire's older brother's self-introduction. 'It doesn't matter, if I know you or not. Someone like your brother, who doesn't even know Hotaru cannot speak badly about her.' The brunette cried angrily, her face red and a vein popped out.

Sumire tilted her head amused by Mikan's naivety, 'So? Everyone talks badly about each other. Even if she heard, that heartless fool can't possibly feel without a heart.' Sumire's new lip gloss gleamed as she smirked. The girls around them also smirked, their gloss glimmering.

'How could you continue to insult someone you don't even know!' The smaller girl continue to protest, she pointed an accusing finger at Sumire. 'You're the heartless jerk. You have to continue to look down on someone because they're different to you. Because you can't possibly understand someone as different as Hotaru.'

'Me, heartless?' Sumire twirled a permed green lock of hair in her fingers. 'I am very kind, I share everything with my friends here! Am I right Wakako?'

'Totally!' A girl with a boyish face commented.

'I only belittle her, because it's where she belongs. Clearly you also need to understand your place because you're continuing to talking back to me, after the clear explanation I have given you, as to why it would not matter if we make such 'heartless comments'!.' Sumire continued, making quotation marks with her fingers. The brunette glared viciously at the girl who is so clearly wrapped up in her own head.

'I don't care about who is better in this world. You're not better than anyone else in this world. Not with that attitude.' Mikan growled.

'My superiority means everything in this world.' Sumire muttered darkly. 'As you may know, my mother is definitely superior by every means

possible, in the fashion industry. My mother was once a beautiful model from an early age and now controls the fashion you know today.' The green haired girl sniffed. 'That is part of culture, that is part of history.' She stamped her foot as a statement. 'What has Hotaru done but upset our schooling system with her constant blackmailing? She has never been a part of culture nor history. She is nothing in this world!' She finished standing tall and arrogant, looking down literally and metaphorically at Mikan.

Mikan slapped the prideful girl, who stared in shock at the floor. The group gasped, but never helped their so called 'friend', they were busy watching the drama continue to unfold. 'You are not your mother.' The small brunette huffed. 'You're just a spoilt brat who thinks she owns the world because her mother owns one small part of it. You're narrow minded and undignified. Hotaru has probably done more, by upsetting the school system or blackmailing people!'

Sumire felt absolutely frustrated at being scolded and smacked like a child, something her mother has never done. The girl cracked losing all self pride and dignity and grabbed a twin tail connected to the girl who made her snap and yanked her onto the cold floor. She attempted to kick Mikan who's lying on the floor. But Mikan was faster and grabbed the ankle of one of Sumire's foot and dragged her down onto the floor. The small crowd began cheering and jeering the two girls as they started ripping at each other's clothes, hair, everywhere. Mikan attempted too shove Sumire off of her.

'You low-born, stupid, and an insolent brat.' The girl clawed at Mikan's cheek, it began to bleed. 'Don't fool yourself, how dare you insult me, I am part of my mother!'

Unbeknownst to the small group, Hotaru had overheard the whole entire conversation, reading a thick tome about re-creating film mechanics. Until she saw Mikan lie helplessly on the floor, it made her shudder and she decided too step out the shadows. 'Are you idiots.' Hotaru said loudly enough for everyone around her to hear her rhetorical question, her nose still buried in a book.

'Oh look what the cat dragged in,' Sumire sneered at Mikan. 'Looks like socially unaware is the perfect definition for you, Imai-san.' Sumire pointed at Hotaru, and Mikan attempted to bat Sumire on the head, but the sneering girl caught her arm. 'How rude, did no one ever tell you to look at the person you're talking too? And you're calling me an idiot.' She snorted. The group around her nodded in agreement.

'I'm not the one who's forgetting about social protocols,' Hotaru gestured with one hand to the two girls on the floor. Sumire snapped, in realisation of what happened and quickly stood up and brushed her skirt off. 'You're an idiot if you're going to follow the pace of an actual idiot.' Hotaru said, closing her book. 'I am not going to waste my time here, so if you continue to bully her, which is actually my job, you will be reported to the headmaster for your behaviour.'

'What behaviour, the idiot you're referring to started this nonsense.' Sumire argued.

'That's not what my recording of you two suggests.' Behind Hotaru, is a massive hologaphic screen of the group bumping into Mikan and continuing to harass her.

'Back to blackmailing... It's going to bite you back. Beware, I'll get you!' Sumire said, retreating whilst herding her group away from the two girls.

Hotaru continued to read her book, and Mikan stared up at her saviour.

'Hotaru. Thank you so much. No, Hotaru-sama!' Mikan cried as she attempted to hug her knight in shining armour, but the other girl dodged to one side. 'I thought you forgot about me, but you came back for me.'

'Save it. I was on my way to class, but now I'm late. You'll have to make it up to me, Lunch at the Clubhouse, front entrance at 12:30pm.' Hotaru began to walk away.

Mikan gushed at the lunch date her eyes watering with happiness and delight. 'I knew you didn't forget about me, you're the bestest friend anyone could have! Oh okay lunch it is... Wait-' Mikan shouted. 'WHERE'S THE CLUBHOUSE?' But Hotaru was already gone.