The rain clouds dissipated by the time Mikan found the Clubhouse. Which was found after asking the shy Class Representative, who kindly directed her towards the building right next to the building they are in and welcoming her to the class. Whilst the rest of her classmates snorted at her for not memorising the map of such a prestigious school.

Mikan attempted to enter into the building at 12:20, until a robot dressed like a cop popped out asking her where would she like to be directed to. Once she spoke of being Hotaru's best friend, the robot began to freak out, demanding that she is an intruder and Hotaru has no such best friend called Mikan Sakura. In swift motion the robot picked up the 16 year old girl and whisked her out of the clubhouse. So Mikan was forced to sit outside of the clubhouse until a familiar person approached the downtrodden Mikan.

'Polka dots,' the voice greeted Mikan. Immediately the girl stood up, one hand gripping her skirt and the other pointing at the none other Natsume Hyuuga, who she currently named her arch nemesis.

'You!' She screeched.

'That's no way to greet someone you're acquainted too.' The boy lectured, calmly. 'What are you doing out here? Sitting outside like unwanted rubbish.' He smirked, because he knew every insult riled her up, like now, as her face was red with rage.

'As a matter of fact, I am wanted. Just that damn robot kicked me out and is watching me.' She sneered at him.

'Imai doesn't like to be disturbed.' Natsume stated.

'You know her?' Mikan's anger dissipated, and her hands loosened on her skirt. 'She said she wanted to have lunch with me,' her voice continued. The boy walked up to her, amused by the fact she was too easy to read, and flicked her skirt up.

'Let's get you lunch then, Froggy-Chan.' Natsume said, still smirking.

Throughout the school, you could hear a blood curdling scream about sexual harassment and what it would be like for him to be harassed in the exact same way if he had a skirt that short. Like hounds, girls in that school took hold of that scent that their beloved Natsume Hyuuga was in the Clubhouse vicinity and began to make their way towards it.

By the time our red-eye, teenage, Mikan harassing boy made his way outside of Hotaru's lab. The door swung open and revealed the purple hostess who let the two in. The girl immediately returned to working on the computer.

'You're late.' Hotaru said, whilst tapping rhymically on the keyboard.

'The robot threw me out.' Mikan said quietly behind Hotaru.

'Orange?'

'My apologies, I was busy calculating the income from the website, which may I add is still growing, and adding to yesterday's lot, I can barely keep up with ensuring that your computer is also at it's most optimal condition, the upkeep with the current technology, and general maintenance. I barely had time to inform the officer of her arrival.' The AI replied in a speed which Mikan could not keep up. The brunette sat there confused and frightened by the voice which seemed to have no source.

'Imai, you'll need to update your AI.' The boy sat opposite of Mikan, casually ruffling his black hair. 'Since, I let your precious pet in, I suggest you do something for me.'

'What do you want Hyuuga?'

'My most recent picture of me in Paris and the one of me naked in the shower, gone.'

'Remember our deal, one favour, one picture.' Hotaru muttered, her eyes still trained on the screen.

'I'll update your AI,' Natsume said boredly. Mikan's eyes widened, she never expected Hotaru to have help when it came to her technology.

'None of Ruka this time?'

'It's amusing watching him squirm.'

'Deal.'

'How much have you made?'

'At the moment, I've almost hit several billion. Especially with the 'limited edition of Natsume Hyuuga Showering.'

'Fuck you.' Natsume growled. He got up to leave.

'Always a pleasure doing business with you. Oh, they've found you.' In the background, you could hear giggling and slither of whispers from the open windows in the lab.

'Fuck, is this a favour?'

'Oh no, I just don't want them catching you in my room. But swearing in front of a child does count as a favour.'

Mikan looked up innocently at Hotaru, 'You have a child here Hotaru?' She asked. The two raven haired teens glared viciously at her. She bit her bottom lip and twiddled her index fingers together.

'Not now,' Natsume said impatiently.

'I'll be collecting.'

'Bitch.'

'I'll definitely be collecting.' And the boy was gone. Amethyst eyes glanced at her remaining guest.