The Golden Pear [YA - Featured]

♫~Notes 61~♫

 Freya put a hand on his clenched one, ensuring him it was going to be alright. He gave her a small smile. At least he wasn't alone in this.

'If it's not with Ka, how about Ri?' He acted strangely a bit. As if he was focusing on something in his head, he stopped responding to the real world. 'I need to talk with both of them. They should know they can count on me.'

The car stopped, and Freya too late realized she had forgotten to get out sooner. She pushed herself back, but girls outside saw her.

"Is that Freaka?"

"Seriously?"

"No way!"

The cameras flashed, and Aiyoku blocked the door. "Is there a problem?" His cold stare put a blizzard to shame, and the girls jumped back, clearing the road. He stepped aside, offering Freya his hand.

'Oh well. Here goes nothing.' She pushed herself outside, accepting his hand as if she was a princess.

A murmur spread around them, and she let go of Aiyoku, walking side by side to the school. The stares didn't leave any impact on her, but for some reason, the tension in her stomach strengthened. It was a long time since she was in the center of attention.

Going to her locker, she found people watching her with curiosity. The jealousy of girls was ever-present, it only shifted from one target to another. Now it rested on her shoulders for driving with the Greek God.

'I should have walked here.' Opening her locker, she saw the pear sitting there. She made sure to block it, so people wouldn't see it. Losing it once was enough for her nerve system.

'I guess I should decide who gets it, right?' She finished sorting her books, locking the small locker. 'But what would happen next?'

Rigaku's theory about the losers going through punishment or penalty made her scared. No matter how annoying they could be at the start, she would never wish them any harm. Letting somebody learn their lessons was something completely different.

'I should ask Rigaku if he knows something new. With the recent events, I didn't even notice if the pear followed me or not.'

With a nagging feeling, she entered her first class. One period after another, her day went by in front of her eyes without the rest of the brothers appearing.

'I wonder if they are okay. Aiyoku said Rigaku was never late for anything except for the time he overworked himself.'

Climbing the steps, she aimed to meet with Kaneko, the girl that was part of the hand-craft club and helped Kagetsu made the jester of her childhood. Speaking of the toy, she had it in her bag since that day. She didn't allow it to leave her side.

As childish as it could be, she didn't care. Cuddling with it every evening, falling asleep by its side, she could rest protected from nightmares.

Passing by fellow students, she reached the club. 'What?' She pressed the handle, but the door remained closed. 'Shouldn't the club be open by now?' She took a step back, trying to get a better view.