A/N: Hey everyone! I have finally decided to publish the first chapter after being afraid to do so for quite some time. An incident at school reminded me that not everyone would love what I am doing and a number can appreciate it. So here it goes! *fingers crossed*

P.S. Having said all that, hope that you will like it and please R & R to help me improve yea!

Chapter 1: The Letter

Hilda, or rather Hildegarde, has always been a quiet child who expresses her emotions minutely or vaguely. She would be described by many as apathetic to her surroundings. Brought up in a reputable and strict environment, any rebellion against their way of life would have earned her a good chiding and disapproval from her parents. Hildegarde literally means stronghold maiden, of whom she is. Hilda acquired emotional and intellectual strength over the years withstanding her parents' demanding requests which were more like orders. In addition, she disciplined herself to not show any emotions or reaction towards anything thrown to her, which kept her safe and out of trouble.

"Speak up child! What is it that you want?"

"Ummm… Ummmm…" murmured the little angel while fiddling with her fingers, eyes concentrated on the ground.

"If you have nothing to say, go to your room and practice the piece that the tutor taught you. Money doesn't grow on trees you know. Time is money! You have just waited my time when money could have been earned!"

A cell phone rang urgently.

"Hello? Yes… That is good to hear. How about the shipping…."

Our dejected adolescent walked towards her room at the end of the stretching hallway, slouching.

"… Give me a moment. Hildegarde, stand up straight! Ladies walk with grace! What am I to do with you?"

No one dared to inquire about her past, feeding off the vibes of unfriendliness emitting from this young girl of slightly more than 17 years of age. What some people had gathered were facts that happened in Japan itself, where the family of 3 had vacated and settled down in the land of the rising sun 3 years ago. 16 months after moving to a highly guarded, lavish residence in Ishiyama, the whole family was involved in a road accident. Hilda was the sole survivor of the tragic incident with her parents certified dead on site by the paramedics who arrived at the scene 15 minutes later. What was left of her life was a large house occupied by at least 10 servants and housemaids and a large inheritance, which she would acquire once she reaches the age of 21.

RIIIIIINNNGGG!

"Oi Hilda, it's break time. What are you drifting off to again? " Oga asked bending forward to Hilda's seat.

"Shut up, douche. I do think about things once in a while, unlike you with that pea-sized brain of yours," Hilda replied curtly, leaning back.

"Hilda-chan! I have something —," and Furuichi's head joined the graffiti drawings on the wall of the classroom with a smack of Hilda's parasol that she had always carried around since they have known her.

"You were saying, Creepichi?" Hilda menacingly inquired.

"Hilda-san…. Some.. girl.. wearing a black hood… gave me a letter… to pass to you… " Furuichi whimpered as he slid down to the floor.

That was an aftereffect of Hilda's physical prowess.

Why me. Furuichi grimaced at the thought of having been beaten up by his 'friends' at every opportunity that they could get.

Hilda took the envelope from Furuichi's trembling hands.

"When and where did you get this?" asked Hilda suspicious of the envelope as she had neither many friends nor acquaintances who would write her a letter.

"I was walking back to class from the washroom, when a girl pulled me to a side of the hallway and told me to give it to you. She had a nice body even though she had tried to conceal it all underneath the hood…" observed Furuichi with his flushed cheeks and perverted smile.

Hilda quickly combed the area for the enigmatic character. That person must have been observing Hilda from afar to know well enough that Hilda had been associating herself with Furuichi and Oga. Passing the letter to Furuichi must have been easier than having to go up against Oga's superhuman strength, which he proudly exhibits during battles with other delinquents within or out of the school. Clenching her fist, she felt rage surging up. How could that person have disappeared so quickly? Why did that person not communicate with her outright? Did that person tail her around? Could it have been one of her parents' business rivals? How did the person know her at all? Urgh! Hilda hated things which were beyond her control.

Recollecting herself, Hilda looked at the envelope still in her hand. Inspecting the blood red envelope, she found that it was made from a good grade of paper; very smooth texture though it looks rough on the surface. There was a subtle rose scent on the envelope. Judging from the people in this delinquent school, nobody would actually write a note to each other; furthermore adding some personal touch to it. If there was an intention to confront or relay something, the students here would rather do it personally. The front of the envelope had her full name written in gold, italic and calligraphic writing. No one knew her full name in school. She did not tell anyone either when she applied for a place here.

"So your full name is Hildegarde Brandt," Annoyichi spoke over her shoulder, "I didn't know that you had a common surname Hilda-chan!"

Hilda glared at Furuichi for his meddlesome ways and he quietly retreated next to Oga, who looked like he could care less for that mysterious crimson envelope. Students passing by the hallway had their attention on the ever so mysterious bombshell Hilda. Yes. Bombshell. Hilda's physical attributes stood out to strangers, apart from her usual stoic countenance. Hilda had not only creamy skin, beautiful emerald marbles and a petite frame; she had a well-endowed bosom and perky rear. Safe to say, she was the only female student who was more developed physically than the others in the male dominated school. Even though Hilda knows that she is physically different than most girls in the school, she thought nothing much of it and has never used her gifts by God to her advantage in any way. Furthermore, her physical attributes bother her as men in their prime of youth or those who believe that they still are, are always looking for an opportunity to get fresh with her.

"Hey sexy layday! Want to keep me company? I'm so lonely!" was the most lame pick-up line she had ever heard; though it was the most straightforward.

It is no surprise that what these opportunists actually got was a taste of the end of her umbrella, which she skillfully uses to fend them off, adding a taste of the earth into their mouths while she does so. Amazingly her body which invites lust makes everyone forget about how they had criticized her mercilessly during her parent's wake.

"Hypocrites! Hoodlums!" thought Hilda with disgust as she scowls at the male students who were cat whistling as they passed her by.

Deciding to get through a day of school first, she kept the letter in a pocket of her black Lolita dress that everyone had grown accustomed to as her 'uniform'. She got away with not wearing a school uniform unlike the others as she was the highest paying student in the grungy school.

"Perks of being rich," whispered some jealous students whenever they see her walking around freely in her own uniform.

"Oi Furuichi! What did you bring today?"Oga questioned his best friend as they sat on a stone bench on the rooftop of the school building.

"Nothing much, just the bento that my mother prepared for me," replied Furuichi earnestly.

He then proceeded to reveal the contents of his bento: egg rolls, rice, some boiled broccoli and carrots and slices of barbequed beef. It was an understatement that Oga thought that the food looked delectable.

"Oi Oga! Stop eating my lunch dammit! What am I supposed to eat?" Furuichi exclaimed after with one successful swipe, Oga had started chomping on his bento. HIS LUNCH.

"Stop complaining! Munch munch… Wow the food is delicious... Munch munch… Eh, it's finishing? MUAHAHAHAH! " Oga brutally replied while fending off Furuichi's advances to take back his bento with one hand.

Hilda, on the other hand had tuned those two idiots out and took a bite of her French toast that was her current favourite food prepared by the chef back home. Sometimes she had wondered how in the world she had gotten stuck with these two fools, though they provide her with entertainment, however minimally, in her dull life. Oga had finished all of Furuichi's food in a matter of seconds and burped loudly in front of him, satisfied with his free meal. The latter turned to Hilda with his doe-eyed expression, trying to get some sympathy from her.

"What do you want?"

Her genuine ignorance of his plight pushed him on the verge of crying as he watched her take the last few bites of her last piece of French toast.

Done with her lunch, Hilda found herself pondering over the contents of the letter that she had received from the latter whose stomach had made a rhythmic sound with every breath he took. However, she was not going to read it in their presence, much to the dismay of Hungrychi.

"Hilda-chan!"

Hilda winced.

"Why don't you just read the letter now? I'm excited to know the contents too! What if it was from a distant cousin of yours? She could also be that stranger from before who has a hot body and is nice and would love…"

"If I had a distant relative, regardless of whether I hate them or not, I wouldn't serve them on a silver platter to you, Lecherichi. Besides, it's for me, so I can choose to read it whenever I want! And how do you know that the writer is a girl?" Hilda cut in before Lecherichi fantasized about girls and gets a nosebleed which would be unsightly not to mention irksome.

"But Hilda-chan —"

"Baka! If she says that she wants to read it alone, leave her be!" Oga exclaimed as he heel dropped Furuichi to the ground, unable to retain any more patience with the creep.

"Fool! It would have been more satisfactory if I had punished him myself. I didn't ask for your help, gutter trash!" Hilda commented facing Oga with a frown and hands on her hips.

"Damn woman! Where's the 'thank you' that I should be getting? What's wrong with all the women in the world? Before, it was just at home and now it's at school too! Argh!" Oga lament, pulling his 'black tufts' as Hilda calls it as Furuichi is already in the ground.

Peeping by a stairway to the roof was Aoi Kunieda, current head of the school's cheerleading team, the Red Tails.

"Not me…" thought the timid Kunieda to herself.

"Nee-san! What are you doing here? The girls are waiting for you in the multi-purpose hall for practice," said Nene Omori who had posed a rhetorical question to her beloved leader.

"Errrr…. Nothing! Nothing! I must have absentmindedly walked up here I guess! Come on Nene-san, the rest are waiting for us downstairs!" replied Kunieda in a fluster.

Kunieda had been caught by Omori a few times taking a good look at the highest rated delinquent of the school in secret. Feeling embarrassed again, Kunieda proceeded to half-drag and half-pull Omori away from the scene while Omori playfully attempted to sneak a peek at what Kunieda had witnessed to on the rooftop.

Oblivious to their surroundings, Oga and Hilda were still at each other's throats. Furuichi had taken on a role of the peacemaker, and was subjected to a few punches and kicks from both Oga and Hilda, mainly Oga due to his principles and yelping helplessly like the fool that he is.

"So what are you exactly saying? That I must curtsey and say 'Thank you my dear Oga, I had never known what kindness was until you entered my deranged life'? That would have made you feel better isn't it?"

"Bitch, did I ask you to curtsey for me? Well, if you were already planning to, why don't you bow down on the ground as well and give offerings to the best guy around?"

"Sure, I'll definitely offer you lots of food, from the dumpster right behind you."

"Bitch!"

"Dickhead."

"Wretch."

"Gay boy."

"I'm not GAYYY!"

Oga could not think of a comeback just yet and punched Furuichi almost automatically. Furuichi regretted his prior decision of painstakingly freeing himself from the hole that he was punched into, and getting assaulted by these two demons. He lightened up straight after concluding that at least for one of them, it was worth it. He was one step closer to fostering a very intimate relationship with Hilda-chan! His thoughts were halted after receiving a powerful smack of Hilda's umbrella and darkness crept in.

Hilda and Oga started to blame each other for Furuichi's plight and continued bickering. In the midst of all this commotion, Hilda did not notice that the 'someone' that she was looking for earlier was watching them from another building.

"Good job. I see that she has taken the letter. As expected of her, deciding only to read it once she is alone." said the mastermind behind the letter while putting down a pair of binoculars.

"Yes she did! So where's my pay?" announced the messenger sticking out an eager hand.

"Your job does not end here. I have more in store for her and you will help me with it," said the mastermind, smacking the hand away.

"Well, as long as the promise of payment is not forgotten, I will do anything for you." said the messenger while smirking.

The mastermind was wearing a black hooded cloak and black gloves. It was getting very hot due to the scorching afternoon sun. The person right next to her observing the situation on the other building was not helping to ease the heat of the sun. Rather, that individual had increased her annoyance greatly, making her more agitated than normal.

"Don't think that you can do and say whatever you please just because I told you I needed your help you imbecile."

"You never did change after all this years, have you?" chuckled the messenger more amused than offended.

"Shut up. Now let's get out of this slum." said the mastermind, swishing the cloak to the side and turned towards the exit of the roof.

"Fine! Have it your way! Don't think that you have won this round woman! I NEVER LOSE." Oga shouted in exasperation as he moved towards the stairway leading to the classrooms downstairs.

"Oh, you think so? Then what is the speech about conceding defeat for, huh? Don't tell me that you're trying to be the gentleman now?" Hilda taunted after him.

"E…..nough!" Oga whispered to Hilda as he turned around and punch the wall next to her, narrowing the physical distance between them.

Now Oga's face was only a few inches away from his tormentor who stared wide-eyed at him, lost for words. Oga was not sure but he thought he had heard Hilda's heart beating and it sounded…..beautiful. He did not realize that he had closed his eyes and was bending forward to get a better listen when a gush of wind and ALOT of pain hit his right cheek.

"GYAAAHHHHHH!"

"That was for…. trying to do…. s-s-something weird… fool…" Hilda stammered trying to catch her breath, which was unusual for her.

"Bitch. I wasn't trying to do anything! Just… AHH! I'M HUNGRY!" Oga cried, ruffling his beautiful and shiny black hair and casually walked downstairs leaving Hilda behind.

Hilda's shoulders dropped from all the intensity after Oga left and leaned against the wall that was previously punched into for support. Cold sweat dripped down her forehead.

Whatever that had just happened, will never happen again.