Title: Sticky Notes & Illegible Printing
Dedicated to: Anna for your belated birthday (is this too late?)
Summary: She had twenty-eight hours to spend boyfriend-less and a thousand and nine sticky notes to kill. - Valentines Day. HxH
Info: Romance. 'Cause Hotaru needs some lovin' too.
Disclaimed By: Romantically Loveless

A raven-haired female slouched over her desk with drawers open and sticky notes cluttering almost every inch. These were the times she wished that she were an organized- type inventor, rather than her spur of the moment habits when creating her gadgets. It was going to be frustrating to clean her lab on a Friday night.

She began with her tool box. Organizing the screws from the nuts, from large to small; all in a specifically labeled section divided in her blue tool box. It took her persistence to throw away her old, broken screwdrivers and hammers. A part of her would always be a pack rat.

Organizing her nine toolboxes (yes, nine, she had different ones for different occasions) didn't take very long compared to the next twenty-eight hours she had. The automatic solar-powered lights in the room were beginning to shine brighter as darkness consumed the trees outside. Her loud-mouth of a best friend didn't call her cell phone, which she obviously would have answered after the third ring, which lead to a quiet evening with only the sound of metal clanging.

She let out a long sigh after organizing all her tools. There was still time to kill. Her eyes were immediately pinpointing the dusty bookcase she had in the corner with books ranging from Nanotechnology: The Evolution of it All to Multiplication for Dummies that she had bought for her currently missing best friend. There was nothing to worry about anyway, her over protective boyfriend would always be at her side, fending off the other males with a stick. Literally.

Luck was most definitely not on her side. She had ended up not needing to rearrange most of her books; all they really needed was a good dusting and to be shuffled around so it was alphabetical by author's last name after they were put in the different genres. Of course, the romance section of her shelf only had three books, two of which were not hers.

The laboratory was passing a less gloomy impact as the clutter was slowly disappearing. A quick glance toward her chattering clock told her there was an hour and thirty-nine minutes left until midnight and her room was getting cleaner. She had to slow down.

What to do. The tool boxes are organized, the bookcase is tidied and my notes are so-

my notes.

She stood up her back pushed in a position that made her look mature in presentable, acting as if there were people in the very room taking not-so-secretive looks toward her to watch her. To see her level of intelligence. To see if she measured up to her brother.

Generic yellow sticky notes were stuck all over her desk with things such as "New power drill at Central Town for sale" and orange circle shaped sticky notes with printing that could pass off as "Need a new clock" or "Lead a new coc-"

Let's just leave it at her best friend needs to pay attention in Literature and print properly.

As she continued on, the flocks of notes came from everywhere. On the walls, inside drawers and between pages of her note books. It would take her long hours and patience to hunt for every single piece in the room and throw it away.

Perfect.

Corners rectangular pieces of paper were always found slipped in between a few of her novels. They were occasionally used as bookmarks since she had never gone through a novel with the same bookmark. Central town was getting more and more expensive and scrap paper deemed useful.

The lone romance novel she owned, Along for the Ride by Sarah Dessen's pink cover lay on the plush carpet on the far corner of the room. It stood out like an apple between a bunch of bananas at a supermarket with its cover contrasting to the cool coloured scheme.

She gingerly picked up the book with her slender, pale fingers and restlessly sat in the love seat alone. The novel had never seen the light of day to anyone other than her and a currently missing male who had seen it after surprising her one night while she was reading it. It was her favourite novel; a guilty pleasure.

Before flipping the cover open, the inventor looked up to check the time; three minutes to midnight. In her mind she contemplated on her plan for the next little while but decided to leave it without a final thought. The cushions beneath her felt so soft and warm, giving her a comforting atmosphere. As soon as she flipped the first page sticky notes cluttered the pages in a neat scrawl with hs that looked like ns.

Ek is lief vir jou
Te dua
Gosto De Ti, Porra!
Ich hoan dich gear
Afekrishalehou
Ana Ahebak
Yes kez shat em siroom
Moi tomak bhal pau
Az tha hijthmekem
Saya cinta mu
M'bi fe
Ami tomakay bala basi
Nere maitea
Holong rohangku di ho
tuI mog di
Ya tabe kahayu
Ami tomake bhalobashi
Lakh tirikh
Namumutan ta ka
Nahigugma ako kanimo
Qanta munani
As te obicham
Obicham te
Chit pa de
Bon saleng oun
Je t'adore
T'estim
Gihigugma ko ikaw
Hu guaiya hao
Tsi ge yu i
Ne mohotatse
Ndimakukonda
Chiholloli
Ngo oi ney a
Wuo ai nee
Ti tengu cara
Mi aime jou
Volim te
Miluji Te
Jeg elsker dig
Ik hou van jou
Jeg elsker dig
Canda munani
Nagligivaget
Mi amas vim
Ma armastan sind
Afekereshe alhu
Eg elski teg
Tora dost daram
Mahal ka ta
rakastan sinua
'k'ou van ui
Je vous aime
Ik hald fan dei
Tá mé i ngrá leat
Querote
Miquar shen
Ich liebe Dich
Me dor wo
Agapo se
Asavakit
Ik hol van die
oo tane prem karu chu
Ina sonki
Aloha au ia`oe
Ani ohevet ota
Guina higugma ko ikaw
Tumsey pyaar karta hoon
Kuv hlub koj
Wa ai lu
Nu' umi unangwa'ta
Szeretlek te'ged
Eg elska thig
Ay ayating ka
Mai Tujhe Pyaar Kartha Ho
Saya cinta padamu
Negligevapse
Mahn doostaht doh-rahm
taim i' ngra leat
Ti amo
Dai suki desu
Kulo tresno marang panjenengan
Aku terno kowe
Naanu ninna preetisuttene
Kaluguran daka
Achamin
Ninakupenda
Mono ke zola nge
Nakupenda
Tu magel moga cho
SA LANG HAE
Khoshtm Auyt
Chanrackkun
Te amo
Es mîlu Tevi
Bahibak
Nalingi yo
As Myliu Tave
Mi do prami
Aheri
Ech hun dech gäer
Jas Te Sakam
Lingo Me molas, tronca
Wa wa
Saya cintakan mu
Inhobbok hafna
Me tula prem karto
Kanbhik
Ana moajaba bik
Ni mits neki
Ayor anosh'ni
Niyakutanda
Ina sonk
Mo fe ran re
Jeg elsker deg
Aez dae warzyn
May tum say pyar karta hun
Syota na kita!
Inaru Taka
Mi ta stimabo
Tora Doost Darem
I-yea Ove-lea Ou-yea
Kocham Cie
Eu te amo
me tumse pyar ker ta hu'
Tye-mela'ne
Te ador
Ya tyebya lyublyu
Ou te alofa outou
Tvayi snihyaami
Volim te
Ke a go rata
Ndinokuda
Maa tokhe pyar kendo ahyan
Mama oyaata aadareyi
Ljubim te
Ke o Rata
Te quiero
mame adhare
Mi lobi joe
Naku penda
Ag älskar dig
Ch-ha di gärn
Mahal Kita
Ua here au ia oe
Wa ga ei li
Naan Unnai Khadalikkeren
Nenu Ninnu Premisthunnanu
Khao Raak Thoe
Ha eh bak
Seni Seviyorum
Yalleh blutebeh
Mea tum se pyaar karta hu
Em yeu Anh
Ik hue van ye
Wani ra yana ro aisha
Rwy'n dy garu di
Da ma la nope
Ich han dich lib
Mo ni fe
'in k'aatech
Ya te volim
Nali ku temwa
Ezhele hezdege
Ndinokuda
Mina funani wena

A solid knock was heard at the front of her lab as she read the last words on the note with a quizzical look on her face. It was most definitely in more than one different language. She'd have to put it in her translation generator to decipher the meaning. So troublesome; she should just recycle the piece of paper that obviously wasn't written by her.

Hotaru stood up from her chair still holding on to the piece of paper in her hand to unlock her door and see who was bothering her at midnight. With the locks clanking and rattling she swung the door open in a swift movement.

Hayate stood right in front of her, breathless with his hand spread out so no fingers were touching. Bringing in his middle and ring fingers to touch, he then moved them to palm of his hand and said,

"Happy Valentines Day."

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She didn't end up throwing the note out.

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A/N: Hayate wrote 'I love you" in different languages at the end. (And said it in sign language!)

Happy [belated] Valentines Day.