Chapter 2: Invitation To Mahora Academy- For Students, Not Frogs!
It was late and dark at the Nishizawa's mansion, where Momoka was lying in bed thinking about her beloved Fuyuki. So far, she has been like this for about 30 minutes.
Oh, Fuyuki, apparently we won't be able to see each other for a while. She thought, curling up in her bed sheets. If Paul can't find a school that Fuyuki can afford, we'll be separated. I probably end up in a private school without him. I wonder how my poor Fuyuki will do without me?
Just then, a sudden ring jump-started her, causing her to jump out of her bed and switching to her dark side.
"What the hell, who dares sneak up in here without my permission?" She barked, looking a bit paranoid. She looked around cautiously and called to her personal butler. "Paul, get in here now, what's that ringing noise? Make that damn thing silent, now!"
"Yes, Momoka-sama!" Paul shouted in response and broke into the room. He looked around to locate the noise, then his eyes suddenly sharpen, indicating he found his target. It was coming from Momoka's drawers. Paul leaped towards the drawer and cautiously listened into the drawer. A bomb maybe he thought. He slowly gripped the knob of one of the drawers, took a deep breath, and yanks it out opened. He sighed in relief and turned to his mistress. "False alarm, miss. No bomb but it's just your cell phone. Apparently, you forgot that you left it in one of your drawers and also forgot to charge it."
"My phone?" Momoka asked anxiously. She ran up and grabbed her phone. "Who could be calling me at this hour?"
She looked at the screen on her phone to see the name of the caller, which surprised her. Oh, Fuyuki! "Hello, this is Momoka, Fuyuki, go ahead." Momoka greeted Fuyuki on the phone.
"Oh, hey Momoka, just the person I was looking for." Fuyuki responded over her phone. "By any chance you found any available school that you were planning to attend yet?"
"Uh, no, not really." She responded shyly. "Paul couldn't find any public schools that still have room for students to join; every school Paul finds are full. I'm sorry for being so useless."
"Heh, Heh, don't be." Fuyuki chuckled. "Hey, since you haven't found any yet, how about you come with me and Natsumi to our new school?"
"Huh, a new school?"
"Yeah, it's a ridiculous story on how we were invited, but I want to invite you to join us, if that's okay with you?"
"Huh, of-of course I join you. I would love you—I mean I would love to join in the new school you found!" Momoka shouted in joy.
"Awesome then, because now we can have more friends joining us at the new school." Fuyuki announced. "Koyuki is going as well, and Saburo said he going to tag along to see what's the school is like, but we have to go early and starting tomorrow. So, how about 6:00 AM, you could drop by and we can start going?"
"Oh, okay, yeah, 6:00 AM got it." Momoka remembered. "You're amazing Fuyuki-kun, you found a school for all of us so easily."
"Heh, Heh, Heh, more like they found me instead."
"Huh, what do mean?"
"You see…I'm hired as a teacher there…"
"Oh that's cool—…wait a minute." Momoka realized and began to blabber. "Wait Fuyuki-kun, you're going to be a teacher! How's that's possible? You're only 12 years old?"
"Yeah, strange isn't it, but that's the way it is. There might be a slight chance I could be teaching your class too (hopeful not, that's awkward)." Fuyuki explained.
They both laughed cheerfully. Momoka was pleased, she felt so lucky today that they both going to attend the school again, but also that there's a chance that Fuyuki could be her teacher; giving her a 'perfect' excuse to look at him all day. It's a perfect moment, a perfect day, and a perfect world for little billionaire girl, Momoka Nishizawa, is living in—maybe literally, rich people always get what they want.
"I wouldn't mind really (that would actually be great for me)." Momoka commented cheerfully. "So, Fuyuki-kun, what school we'll be attending to?"
"Oh, the name." Fuyuki replied, trying to remember it. "Uh…ah, oh yeah. Mahora, Mahora Academy!"
"…Mahora Academy?" Momoka wondered.
Next day around 5:45 AM, everyone accounted for has met up in front of the Hinata residence. Fuyuki and Natsumi were nicely packed and ready to go. Koyuki cheerful as always and making sure that everyone was here. Saburo merely just smiled at the group, excited to travel to a foreign place. Momoka was standing next to her butler Paul, smiling at the group, and praying on the inside hoping to have a romantic time with Fuyuki at the new school. Aki, who so happen to be home, was standing before her two kids.
"Okay now you two, you be careful and behave now." She instructed them. The two siblings nodded to assure their mother. She quickly gave each a tight hug. "Take good care each other and watch each others back, okay. Tell me how your time their and call me sometime, alright."
The two waved good-bye to their mom and joined their other friends.
"Okay, everyone ready?" Fuyuki asked the group. Everyone nodded in agreement. "Well then, let's get going then."
They headed down the street, to a school they never have heard of. I would continue telling you every single detail of what's happening every step they're going, but then it might get boring, slow, and too long to write so I will give you a brief summary to make things easier. Pretty much, the Hinata siblings, Saburo, Koyuki, and Momoka headed to the Tokyo's subway (along with Paul and some of the Nishizawa's bodyguards carrying the luggage of the five children), which supposed takes them to another subway that would lead them to another. It's pretty complicated, but after two rides on the train, they arrived to their final train station, which they must take that would lead them to Mahora Academy. From here, Momoka told Paul and her bodyguards to return home, saying they can handle it from here. Paul and the bodyguards waved good-bye to their mistress as the final train took off with the five kids. On this last one though, there were many students, from what they can see, on the train, so many that it was almost too crowded to get up and move.
"Wow, didn't expect that there would be so many people on this ride to Mahora." Natsumi commented in astonishment. "This school must be very popular and huge."
"Look at the cute uniform!" Koyuki giggled. "To think, we're going to wear those uniform as well. We're finally going wear matching clothes Natsumi!"
"I do not think that's important right now…" Natsumi chuckled nervously.
The two girls continue to chat next to each other, dreaming about the new school. Momoka, who was sitting in the middle of the group, was just sulking to herself again with her other self.
I'm sitting next to Fuyuki right now, but I don't know what to say. Her light side mumbles to her dark side. Oh, I'm this close but I don't what to say to him at a time like this. Who cares what you say, just snuggle him already! B-But I can't even talk to him, let alone hug him. Ohh, it will be embarrassing on the bus… No it won't, oh come on. Look around you, schoolgirls and boys. We're not the only lovey-dovey couples around here. It's probably just a normal thing around here. Yeah, but…
Okay, I don't want to be the type to listen into girl's thoughts, especially when there are two sides on their mind. It quite confusing so I won't go into details on what both Momoka's are thinking, so let's move on to something not confusing. Fuyuki was sitting next to Saburo, who was sitting back and enjoying the ride.
"Wow, is it just me," Saburo asked Fuyuki. "Or there's more girls on this ride than boys?"
"Uh, let's see…" Fuyuki replied, observing the passengers. He was quite startled on how many different girls were on the train; some who could actually be foreign from other countries. "Whoa, now looking at it, there's not only more girls, but it's actually mostly girls taking this ride."
"Is it possible that…" Saburo thought nervously, then suddenly realized. "Could it be that… this school that you will be teaching at…"
Fuyuki didn't dare answer Saburo's unusual question. Now thinking about it, he hopes that it's not the case. Fuyuki looked up at his luggage that hang on the rack above his seat and chuckled nervously.
"Well, hopefully the Sergeant didn't tag along with us." He muttered. "He probably finds a way to manipulate the students of the school."
Oh yeah, you and I are probably almost wondering what happen to the Keroro Platoon. Well, they're probably not in the luggage because then Angol Moa wouldn't fit. Can you image if any of the kids trying to lift that (no offense Moa, but the fact is that you're too big to fit in a suitcase or a backpack; and I don't mean in width, I mean length and height). So the question is: where are they now if they're not on the train? How could this be a Sgt. Frog story without ARMPIT? Well, I just can't answer that yet, but it will be answered soon…maybe…wait no, probably not. Maybe this story is for once just about the Pekoponians/humans for once. Sorry, knowing the Sergeant, this is not guaranteed. Anyways back to the ride, the train came to harsh halt, jolting the kids forward then back. The other kids who are standing also jolted, bumming to each other and pushing out one, which bumped his head against Fuyuki's head by accident.
"Ouch!" They both yelped, holding their heads.
"I'm so sorry, my fault." The other person apologized to Fuyuki. "I should be more careful, please accept my apologies."
"No, it's okay, it's my fault actually." Fuyuki chuckled in embarrassment, rubbing his head. "These things always happen to me."
Fuyuki looked up at the person who bumped into him. The person wore a green formal suit with a tan overcoat or cloak. He had small spectacles, similar to his mother, and a cool red hair; his hair seem to be tied back a bit, which Fuyuki could see behind the kid's head. He was probably a little bit shorter than Fuyuki, but surprisingly, he looks much younger than Fuyuki. On the kids back was a big backpack and what seems to be a wrapped up staff of some sort hanging off the kid.
Huh? Wait a minute, he's just a kid. Fuyuki realized. Nine, Ten, may be eleven years old? Hmm…judging from his uniform, it's definitely not a student uniform. Who is he?
The red hair kid suddenly came eye-to-eye contact with Fuyuki. The two stared at each other for a bit.
"Oh, you must be from the city, am I right?" The kid asked.
"Uh, yeah. Tokyo, I'm from Tokyo." Fuyuki greeted him with a smile.
"Oh, Tokyo is it? My, I heard that there are a lot of people there. Must be your first time here at Mahora Academy." The red hair kid commented. They both gave a small laugh. The kid cleared his throat again and gave a slight bow to Fuyuki. "My apologies again, but I haven't properly introduce myself. My name is Negi Springfield, an English teacher of Mahora Academy."
Fuyuki was startled; he couldn't believe someone at his age was actually a teacher. An English teacher, unbelievable, I never thought a kid at his age could get such job. Well, actually he's no different from me I guess.
"Uh, I'm Fuyuki, Fuyuki Hinata." Fuyuki introduced himself. "And…uh I guess you could say we're quite the same."
"Oh?" Negi replied anxiously.
"Yeah, I'm not here as a student." Fuyuki explained. "I'm invited to the academy to be a teacher assistant and an Occult teacher."
"Huh, really?" Negi yelped in astonishment.
Before they could continue their conversation, the train's announcement went off.
"Welcome back everyone, and we hope you enjoy your day here. Last stop, Mahora Academy, have a wonderful day!" The announcement lady said over the loudspeaker.
The doors slid open as everyone burst out running.
"Come on, Negi. We're going to be late!" A girl's voice called to him from the crowd.
"Oh coming." Negi replied, as he started off. "I'm sorry, but maybe we'll see each other again sometime in the day Mr. Hinata. We're going to be late if we don't hurry."
"Late, already?" Fuyuki yelped. Negi rushed off and out the train. Fuyuki quickly got up and seized his stuff on the rack above the seat. "Come on everyone, we have to go, now!"
"Now, as in run?" Natsumi asked nervously. "Why, what's going on, how come everyone's in a rush?"
"Yeah, I mean, we took the earliest ride here as plan." Saburo agreed.
"Yeah, but apparently there's a high possibility…no, we are late!" Fuyuki explained. "The classes are going to start within minutes from now!"
"Eh," Everyone shouted in shock. "No way, we're late already!"
They all suddenly grabbed their things and exploded out the doors. Saburo drew a paper airplane using his magical pen, materializing a large-scale paper airplane right before. He hopped on and flew off ahead. Koyuki f zoomed passed everyone, slipping through the other students and jumping on to the rooftops to have a free space to continue her run. Natsumi and Fuyuki, unlike their other abnormal friends, joined the crowd of students and began to run; Momoka being dragged off by Fuyuki by his hand.
Minutes later, Fuyuki, somehow finding his way, found the Dean's office. He stood in front of the doors to the office, gripping his knees and panting. He was tired out after the run to the school and now the run to find the office. Surprising luck, he didn't got lost. He slowly reached for the doorknob of the office, still trembling. But before he could even touch the knob though, the door creaked opened with someone else exiting. He was a tall man, somewhat old but still looks like in tip-top shape. He has light-gray spiky hair, thin beard, and wore a pair of glasses with rectangle/oval-shape lens. He wore a white suit, a green shirt inside, and a red tie. His eyes looked half-shut as if he's sleepy, but to Fuyuki, he could tell that this man is calm, laidback, flex, and gentle hearted. The man looked down on him, which startled Fuyuki. He smiled at him and greeted. "Well, you must be the new Occult teacher here, Fuyuki Hinata, I presume."
Fuyuki nodded nervously and shyly. The man slid the door wider and welcomed him into the room. The office was spacious and has a cool breeze to it; quite comfortable to Fuyuki. In front of him was a large desk with a little old man sitting behind it. The old man has an odd shaped head, bald in every way but the back top of his head. The only hair he had was his white Japanese style tie back ponytail on his back top head, his horizontal thick eyebrows and mustache, and his long straighten-out beard. The old senior was wearing somewhat traditional Japanese clothing. He had his head down, which shaded his eyes from Fuyuki's view. His head went up, seeing Fuyuki eye-to-eye.
"Ah, you must be our new Occult teacher, Fuyuki Hinata." He asked kindly, stroking his beard. Fuyuki approached the desk slowly and slightly gave a small bow to the old man. The old man smiled and reached out to shake Fuyuki's hand. "I'm Dean Konoemon Konoe of Mahora Academy, but you could just address me as Dean Konoe."
"It's nice to meet you, sir." Fuyuki greeted in respect. From behind, he heard the door shut by the other man. The man walked up to the desk and stood next to Fuyuki, who couldn't help but look at him again.
"The man next to you is Takamichi Takahata, a staff at Mahora." Dean Konoe introduced him. Fuyuki turned to face him, as he did. He was about to give another small bow, but was stopped by his hand. Instead, they both shook each other's hands.
"No need for formality." Takamichi smiled. "Just call me Takamichi, no need for the mister."
"Yes Mr. Ta… I mean, Takamichi, sir." Fuyuki said.
"If you need any help, you could ask Takamichi here for advise if you want." Dean Konoe told him.
"Uh, you don't mind Takamichi, sir?" Fuyuki asked nervously. "I mean, it's my first time being a teacher so I probably…"
Takamichi smiled and stopped him again.
"Oh, one step at a time now Fuyuki." Takamichi said. "Let's take this nice and slowly. Not everyone can just be a great teacher on the first day."
"Okay…" Fuyuki replied.
"Now Fuyuki, here's your task and routine." Dean Konoe instructed. "As the first Occult teacher of Mahora Academy, we don't expect really good results on your first time—plus the class is for now in an experimental state right now. Therefore, you will only have one class in particular to teach. That way, it won't make your first time teaching too difficult. For now, the task could be discarded easily if anything goes wrong. So we'll being counting on you expertise to make this class possible Fuyuki."
"Yes sir, I won't fail you." Fuyuki insured the dean.
"Oh, that's good." Dean Konoe smiled. "By the way, I thought you have your sister and some other friends that came with you, where are they?"
"Oh them," Fuyuki remembered. "I told them that I could handle the talking and that they need to get into their school uniforms. So they're probably looking for the student store."
"Ah, I see." Konoe replied. He stroked his beard and turned to Takamichi. "Would mind to go and look for them, I'm afraid they might get lost around the school."
Takamichi nodded and headed out the room to look for Fuyuki's company.
"Ahem, now back to the matter of your second task." Konoe continued. The door creaked opened again behind Fuyuki as another person walked in. Fuyuki glanced over to see who it was. To you fans' guesses, it was Negi.
"Dean Konoe sir, I receive a letter in my mailbox that you wanted to see for important matter. Is something wrong?" Negi asked.
"Ah no," Konoe chuckled. "More like change in positions and new experience."
"Changes?" Negi yelped. "You mean I'm getting transferred out of class 3-A?"
Dean Konoe laughed at Negi, who was panicking. Negi was total confused.
"Oh no, that's not it." Dean Konoe laughed. "I would getting a big complaint from your class and my granddaughter."
Negi sighed in relief. He really thought that he was moving out his dear classroom and leaving his dear students.
"Actually, this Negi, you will have an assistant to help with your class." Konoe announced. He looked over to Fuyuki. "Fuyuki, this shall be your partner, little Negi Springfield. He was our latest addition to our staffs until you came. You will be helping him out as well as he will be helping you."
The two turn to meet each other's familiar face again; quite startled to hear the news of each other.
"Oh, didn't expect to meet each other so soon again." Negi greeted him again.
"Yeah, didn't expect that we'll actually see each other again just to be partners in teaching." Fuyuki chuckled.
"Oh, so you already met each other?" The dean commented. He chuckled at the news. "Well, that's good. At least you know whom you'll be teaming up with. Anyways Negi, so he will be your personal assistant in your English class. However it will be vice-versa when it's Fuyuki's turn to teach the Occult class. Fuyuki, Negi will be your personal assistant for your Occult class. Now isn't that nice."
The two kid teachers chuckled after hearing the news, but were quite excited to work together. They both turn to each other and kindly shook hands.
"Well, all I can say is, I'll do my best to help you with your English class." Fuyuki said while scratching his head.
"Same here, I hope I could be helpful when it comes to your Occult Class, Professor Fuyuki." Negi smiled.