Fate/School Days - 02
Seven children walked through the gates of the local middle school. They bantered back and forth with each other, talking of their classes for the day, clubs and activities they had planned, etc.
"Science test today," Aoshi complained. "Sensei is being a real jerk this week. I'm so not ready!"
"You'd probably be more prepared if you hadn't spent all night playing your console games," Sakuya remarked.
"Aoshi never takes his studies seriously," Keiko said, holding her hand in the traditional Tohsaka lecture pose. "I could count the number of times he's actually opened a book on half a hand."
"I study more than that!" came the retort. "More than you, I'll bet!"
Keiko angled her hand towards him, unfolding her fingers into the universal pantomime of a handgun. "I'll hold you to that wager."
"Nevermind."
"Speaking of tests, I have to go see Haru-kun about yesterday's math notes," piped up Fuuko. She inclined her head in thought. "...and Yoshi-kun for science notes, and Taka-kun for classics..." She began ticking points off her fingers as mulled.
Koyuki made a soft querying noise from her position in the back.
"She ditched after lunch yesterday," Karin said, interpreting her question. "Went off to see a high schooler~"
"Oh?" said the other meganekko among them. Riko adjusted her glasses, a new idea for a prank already forming in her mind. "Anybody we know?"
"I can find out," Karin answered. Her own glasses were starting to fog up as well. The rest of the siblings quickly moved to put space between the two as they huddled together with whispers and ominous giggles.
"...Junpei-kun for english class," Fuuko continued on, obliviously.
The group made their way into the shoe-locker room and split up to their grades' sections. Fuuko meandered on towards the third-years while Aoshi moved towards the second-year area. Riko followed him after a few final words with Karin, who rejoined the remaining first years at their respective block.
"Do we want to know?" Keiko asked.
Karin's glasses were still fogged up as she stared at her sister. "I don't know, do you? Fufufu~"
"I'd like to know," Sakuya said absently as she pulled out her school shoes. She paused as she heard the giggles and blushed. "Don't! I don't want to!"
"If it includes Riko-nee, I would be interested to know," Koyuki said. She was very partial to her older sister ever since she'd loudly made it known that winter sports were the best thing ever invented by mankind. She listened carefully as Karin whispered into her ear. To any students looking on she was as impassive as ever. To her siblings who could read her far better, she had gone wide-eyed. "I...see. I will now ask to be left out."
"Now I really want to know," Sakuya moaned. Her eyes suddenly widened. "NO. I. DON'T!" She started banging her head against her locker.
Keiko, in the meantime, was looking over her locker with a critical eye. With a sigh, she reached in and pulled out a small envelope with a distasteful expression. "Fuuko will never let me hear the end of this," she groaned. "Not after I teased her about her boy toys the other day."
Sakuya leaned over her shoulder to try to peek at the handwriting on the envelope, only to be batted away by an irritable hand. "Think of it this way," she said as she tried to maneuver around the obstacle. "You can claim another point over Rin-kaasan. I'm guessing Saburo-kun," she concluded as she leaned back.
Keiko gave her the evil eye as she renewed her own inspection of the note. "Won't work. Mother already said she was her own school's idol. In fact, with Fuuko here at the same time, I'll probably be a year late on her scoreboard. I say Takeshi-kun."
"I can find out~" Karin chimed in. Keiko and Sakuya both perked up while somewhere in the distance, a security camera whirred to life.
"Father," Koyuki said simply. The other three slumped at the reminder and the sound faded off.
"Spoilsport," the redhead sighed.
Later that day...
Six children peeked around the corner of the school's gym equipment building where they found their seventh number marching back and forth along the grounds.
"She's not...?"
"She is..."
"...really?"
Keiko wasn't pacing. She was striding in a precise sequence of loops and arcs, stopping at near-random points to plant a hand against the ground. To an outsider she was nervously plucking at the grass and mumbling to herself. To her magically inclined family...
"Is she *warding* the meeting spot?"