Hanabi was doing something she detested.

She was shopping. Her timid friend Wakako had asked her to come along in case any perverts attacked at the mall, in which case, Hanabi would beat the crap out of them. Maiming pervos was more fun than browsing the clearance rack in some random store, but so far, Wakako had been pervert-free.

Sighhhh...

They stopped at the food court to grab a bite to eat. They'd been shopping for two freaking hours, but Wakako still wasn't finished. For being so meek, she sure was stubborn about shopping. She insisted that she just had to get this sweater she'd been oogling at. What was so great about a stinkin' sweater, anyway?

"The color of it matches my eyes!" she explained.

"So does poop, but you're not wearing that."

So Hanabi wasn't girly. It wasn't such a big deal. Her hair was a frizzy mess even if she tried to fix it for hours. Her wardrobe was full of baggy tees and old jeans. She was a tough tomboy through-and-through. The only time her girly side came out was when there was some hot testosterone around. Then, her personality did a complete 180.

But in general, guys couldn't be trusted.

"Fine, we'll go get you that sweater." Hanabi finally gave in.

Wakako squealed with glee.

Then Hanabi added her own small print: "But you're buying me ice cream."

That's why, minutes later, she was lapping up a dripping vanilla cone. It was utterly delicious, and best of all, it'd been free. Whoo-hoo!

"Um, Hanabi, you've got a spot of ice cream on your nose. Do you want a napki--" Wakako stopped mid-sentence, her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

Hanabi was ready to kick some perv butt, assuming that was what had instigated her buddy's shocked expression. She was right about one thing; guys were the cause, but not because they were groping her. As if discovering a major clothing sale, Wakako was practically drooling with delight.

Apparently, she'd come across some eye candy. And they were sitting at a table right beside theirs! Was it fate?

Even Hanabi was pretty captured by these boys. There were three of them, one with blonde hair and a "tough guy" aura about him, the second with long, silky black hair, and the third with... well, he was just plain perfect. Everything about him was the epitome of guy steaminess. Hanabi could practically feel herself swoon. Was it legal for people to be so damn attractive??

But her hopes crashed as soon as one of the guys spoke.

"Gehen wir zum Haustiergeschäft! Ich will einen Hund sehen."

Huh??

Damn. They were foreign. Well, poo, that spoiled some of the fun. Now she couldn't start up a random conversation with them. Well, she could, but they would only stare at her as though she was an idiot. And her attempts at flirting would probably be in vain...not that she really knew how to flirt, anyway. (The last time she'd tried, she scared the boy away because apparently, he thought she was trying to steal his cash. Go figure.)

"Nein, Dummkopf. Hunde stinken."

"Sei ruhig, Yasu! Du bist nicht meine Mutter."

Yep, she didn't have a clue what they were saying. But it sounded hot.

"They don't speak English, do they?" Wakako whispered across the table, taking a sip of the soda she'd bought as she said it.

"I guess not," Hanabi answered with a shrug.

Wakako's eyes were still glued to the trio of mega cuties. "What language are they speaking, anyway? It's sounds weird."

Once again, Hanabi shrugged. What did she look like, a translator?

"Well, they're really hot," Wakako remarked, not bothering to hush her tone anymore.

"Yeah," Hanabi agreed. She hadn't taken her eyes off of them, either. Foreigners were always the best!

The teen with the long hair turned to glimpse at them, and in response, the girls quickly diverted their attention to their food. Oh, god, had they been caught staring? A blush swept across Hanabi's face as she stared fixedly at what was left of her ice cream. She snuck another look at them for just a second, and her eyes suddenly met with the boy with black hair and long bangs--the practically perfect one. If her blush hadn't been noticeable before, it certainly was now.

Ugh, she had to snap out of it. Acting all submissive and girly was not her style. "Let's go get that sweater," she said suddenly, grabbing Wakako's arm.

"But--"

Hanabi took one last look at the boys, especially the super hot one, and heard a bit more of their incomprehensible conversation.

"Haben sie gesagt, dass wir schön sind?"