The Letter – Ch2

A/N: The first chapter occurred just some time after Oga and co. were told they would be expelled if they lose to the Six Holy Knights/Rokkesei.
Sorry to confuse anyone.

I haven't even had much inspiration lately so this second chapter will be lightly short.
Thank you to those who reviewed ~ it motivated me a little.
R&R.

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"We have a new transfer student today. Come in, Miss…H-hil…eh…"

"Hildegarde."

Aoi was the first one to react stunned at the blonde girl standing in front of the classroom with the general uniform on.

"Is that your real name?" asked Sadohara in confusion.
"Please call me Hilda."

Oga and Furuichi were down-to-earth shocked. Baby Beel, though, looked delightful.
Hilda smiled.

"It's my pleasure."

Aoi collapsed onto her desk in shock.

"Neesan!?"

"Sensei, may I ask where I shall sit?" asked Hilda politely thought flatly.
"Sit wherever you'd like. There are plenty of empty seats, there are." Sadohara replied.
"I see." Said Hilda as she walked over to a desk in front of Oga, where Abe sat. "Hey, trash. Move it."

Abe cringed at Hilda's straight sharp-eye look. Aoi stood in slight anger.

"Wait. How can you just come in like that? There are plenty of other open seats here. Sit somewhere else!" she argued.
She still had the letter with her. In fact, she has been checking her pocket every thirty seconds to make sure it hasn't fallen out or had been pickpocketed by any weirdo around.
Of course, she could have thrown it away, but a voice in her head was telling her, "Keep it. You never know, you could actually give it to Oga.". But another voice on the same volume as the first one said, "Don't give it or even keep it. You could get hurt in the end."
It was a bit of a dilemma to her. A white piece of thin paper with gentle and honest thoughts on a certain teenage boy written in cursive writing, and a tiny heart added at the end of the writing, was a big deal to the blue-haired teenage girl.
"Kunieda." Hilda smirked. "Always the brave one, I see. However I must care for the little one. It's best to have a seat nearby."

By 'the little one', Hilda was referring to the baby.
Aoi and she began bickering.

"And just like that, a catfight breaks out!" one person said in the background.

"The wife vs. the lover!" said another.

"Neesan, we'll back you up!" said Nene.

"Get to it!"

Kimura, in the background, spoke out after watching silently. "You know this is pointle-"

"Hold it right there!"

Everyone stood to turn towards the silver-haired who stood up in a debate-like position, raising an arm.

"What?" asked Aoi.

"Please stop this whole Oga harem. It displeases me!" said Furuichi in a bold tone. "Furthermore, Hilda-san is not Oga's wife."
"Then what is she to him?" asked Himekawa, looking up from his little dark tablet.

"Spill it, Furuichi!" said Oga in a rooting tone. Kimura looked to the side with an 'I don't know them' look.

"She's his little sister!"

. . . . . .

"No one's gonna buy that!"

"Sometimes, this "school" thing is not so bad." Said Hilda, keeping a smirk stretched across her face, Baby Beel now sitting in a daze on her lap. "Although this "school uniform" is a little tight."
"Hey. Why are you here?" asked Oga, in an interfering tone. "And how did you transfer in anyway?"
"Curious?" Hilda looked at Oga directly in the eye. "Don't worry. I completed all the necessary paperwork personally. Where we are right now is where I stand as your cousin who has transferred from a respective private school. Furuichi was not completely correct. Also, I am not the only one.

Alaindelon is also here."

Sometime later…

"Everyone! The competition for the school festival has been decided!" Yuka announced, slamming the door open alongside Ryoko. They probably had just returned from the school counsellor or one of the Rokkesei.

"And?"

"It's volleyball."

Aoi twisted her face. Vol-ley-ball.

Everyone reacted as if the light of a Halley Comet was sucking all the reality in this miserable, stinking world. Or rather a black hole on a Halley Comet.

Right now, everyone was changing for volleyball practise. No one is really sure if everyone required to participate were present. Though all of Red Tail were changing.
Once again, Aoi took the sealed letter from the pocket of her shirt after taking it off and hid it in one of the lockers, along with her bag.
Aoi flinched and slammed her locker shut.
She hung her head in chagrin.

"Neesan, come on. We have to start training." Nene's reminder snapped her out of her daze, so the Queen followed to the court.

She took a whistle and a volleyball.

"Everyone assemble!" she announced, only to have one single human reply with 'Here'. She cringed. "This is everyone."

Ryoko pointed towards a sleeping Oga at the far end, where Yuka threw a ball to his face.

Nene sighed. "What should we do? There's no real point of training if there's only us."
"Who's missing anyway?" asked Aoi.
"Kanzaki, Himekawa, Tojo."
"My god…" Aoi sighed. "Don't they care about getting expelled?"
"Apparently they don't."

. . . . . .

"So what do we do?"
"Neesan, motivate them!" Yuka blurted out at Aoi, bringing her chest in view. Well not literally in view. Basically just pointing them out. "You have boobs! Use them to motivate the boys!"
"W-what!?" Aoi blushed.

Nene stepped in and grabbed Yuko's shirt.

"What do you think Neesan is, huh?" said the redhead, bringing a bewildered Yuko closer to her face.
"I-I'm sorry…" Yuka stuttered with a sweatdrop.

Still, we can't just practise if there are only us girls here, Aoi thought to herself.

"Maybe I can help."

All the girls turned to the blonde transfer student as the side of the court, where a volleyball had rolled to, leading to her picking it up and spinning it like the back of her hand.

"What would you know?" asked Nene in a rather rude way, though, ineffective towards Hilda. Aoi tensed.

"All we have to do it motivate them, right?"

Kimura stretched her arms as she looked out her window, seeing the fluorescent orange glow from the sunset, somehow reminding her of the time when she saw Oga by the river once, and then a man came flowing down towards him. In general the girl thought Oga was interesting. She couldn't admit that she liked him, in some way, but everyone acknowledges her interest in him, like a scientist taking fascination in a new discovery of species.

All of a sudden, her phone by her window rang so she went to answer it, and got a surprise.

"Kimura-chan?"
"Tojo-san?"
"Hidetora-kun just went to bed and he just disappeared! He isn't in bed anymore!"

Wonderful explanation type for your grandson to teach you…

"So?"
"If it's not too much trouble, I was wondering if you could come over. You're good at mental meditation, aren't you?"
"Eh…" Kimura stared down at her black crop beater. To be truthful, she was too lazy to change and go out in the dark, only because Tojo's pessimist grandmother was worried about him.
"Kimura-chan?"
She hung up.
And when Tojo's grandmother attempt to call again, she denied.

Beep…beep…beep…

She had a feeling Oga had something to do with this.

The next day, at practise, she didn't expect Himekawa, Kanzaki, Tojo or Oga to be on fire as they continuously hit the ball over the net. The whole time, she leaned on the wall by the side, following Tojo, sending him a deep glare, which he never seemed to receive it until Aoi blew the whistle.