Haruka was a goal-oriented girl, one who would decide to do something, and then does it come hell or high water. If she was going to destroy a planet, she kept at it until the entire place was in shambles, and then she planted the bomb. If she was going to go undercover and steal top secret documents from a homeless alien, she would sneak in to the aforementioned alien's hovel, steal the papers, and then leave a lit bag of animal excrement to let everyone know that SHE WAS HERE.

If she was going to use a few years older Naota for the same type of Robot-cum-Head experiments, she was going to stalk him until he took off the damn helmet.

"Takkun, take it off take it off take it off!"

The teen who obviously still loved her narrowed his eyes, but did not remove his gaze from the television set. "No. Now stop bothering me. If you want to use someone’s head, try my brother's. He likes you well enough."

She rolled around on the carpet in front of him, and wiggled her chest in his direction. "But I saw you first, Takkun!"

Naota's right eyebrow twitched and he clenched his teeth. Still no movement, though. "That doesn't work anymore, Haruka."

The click of a camera's shutter going open and closed came from the cracked open doorway, and she smiled. An idea had just come into mind.

The shutter kept clicking as she advanced, bringing down the zipper a little on her jacket, crawling towards her favourite human with hips swinging, licking her lips a little before she just reached him.

She kissed him, and the camera broke with a loud crack of springs crying out in pain and the viewing window being crushed under hard glasses.

Naota was stock still as she kissed him, though his mouth responded. She moved her hands up his sides, grasped the helmet, and pulled it off.

He groaned in disgust.

She smiled wickedly as she pulled away to look for her guitar.