Rika might have better counted herself lucky Tohru didn't notice Mira-chan playing with her hair, otherwise the actress might end up in the same glare of demise the girl was firing at Haruka across the field. This was no longer just some petty sport to Tohru. One on side stood her advesary, possibly catching the teen's harsh and determined eyes narrowing into vengeful blades to cut her down, her amber eyes blazing with an insatiable flame of retribution as she popped her knuckles and loosened her tense neck. It wasn't much about winning this stupid game though. It was more about defeating her nemesis in battle, by whatever means necessary. Perchance Tohru could score a lucky hit and that white ball of death would go crashing with all her fury into the smug face of that military brat. Still....this was highly irrational this anger she harbinged to Haruka, especially when the girl barely laid a hand on Tohru let alone speak a few words to her. But that kiss...on Mira-chan's hand?! Oooh! Now she was burning again, her mind once more blacking out into her obscure and fantastic delusions. There she was, a lone warrior upon the scarred lands of the warfront, staring down her opponent, the ill-famed Haruka-chan! Womanizer extraordinaire! But wait a sec? Why was Tohru the one in the dark armor and Haruka in the pure white? Gah! Whatever! Black always looked good on Tohru! In her mind, she was ready and willing to vanquish Haruka into the unforgiving abyss of the underworld...until-

[b]"Howdy y'all! Haru Kin.... Er... Kinamoto Haru here. Nice ta meetcha!!!"[/b]

She was jettisoned from her fantasy by the most annoying and ear-screechingly painful voice it had ever been Tohru's misfortune to have viciously rape her eardrum. On instinct, she just had to turn her eyes away from Haruka, the glare now shaping into a glowering gawk of dumbfounding bewilderment. "Who the f*ck is that?" Everything about this chick screamed Gaijin! There was the hair, the tan, the accent, and...that hat. "Yup...she's a foreigner alright...." Which wasn't really all that bad. Alot of Tohru's interests were foreign. It was just....this wasn't the particular foreigner Tohru would want to associate with. Everything about this new girl reeked of the country, American Country. [i]As long as she's more of a Johnny Cash or Hank Williams person, then I guess we might get along....but she says one thing...one little thing about nu-country, I'm adding murder to my rap-sheet.[/i]

Still, no point in shunning the cowgirl already. Raising up a nonchalant hand to greet the foreigner, Tohru spoke in...surprisingly fluent English. "Sup, my name's Tohru. Er....nice hat by the way."