The Golden Pear [YA - Featured]

♫~Notes 21~♫

Before Rigaku could collapse on the carpet, two arms hugged him. "Here you are."

The oldest Kamini stared into his younger brother's eyes, unable to comprehend what was happening. "Ai..."

"Yes, me." The blond bother nodded. "I do not know why you are here, but you almost gave Kagetsu a heart attack."

"Ah..." The oldest brother shifted his gaze away. "Sumimasen."

"Let's go home." Aiyoku stretched his neck over the brown hair. "Thank you for texting me, Freya-chan."

'Chan...' dashed through Rigaku's mind. 'Text...?' Even the simplest connection turned impossible in his over-boiled brain.

Freya supported Rigaku from the other side.

"What's happening?" Mr. Smith-san called as he returned. He looked at them, confused.

"My brother is unwell, so I'm escorting him home." Aiyoku provided a quick explanation. "Freya-chan is helping me, so please don't worry. He only overworked himself."

Mr. Smith-san thought about it for a while. "Alright. Do you need a taxi? I can call it."

"It's okay. We have our ride."

"All right." He gave Rigaku a worried look before he went to his desk.

Together, they moved him outside. In the fresh air, he took a few deep breaths before they continued.

"Iie..." the oldest brother muttered, prompting them to stop. "What day?"

"It's Wednesday."

Rigaku's face was twisted. "Garden Parade... Thursday..."

"Forget it. You aren't in a condition to do anything. It can wait."

"Tadashi..." Rigaku's head swayed toward Freya. "Inuhakka-san... could you... help?"

She lifted her eyebrow, sending her question to Aiyoku.

"Garden Parade is a contest to pick the best decoration and form Top Ten as far as I know. The results should be out during Summer Fest. I suppose getting more opinions could help."

Her green eyes traveled along the ground before she nodded with a slight smile.

"Ariga... tou..." Rigaku closed his eyes for a moment. Going here was the worst idea he had ever had.

A dashing figure headed their way. Fuming Kagetsu stopped before them, growling. He panted for air, opening his mouth like a fish on land. "I'm. So. Chewing. You." He took a deep inhale. "But after you get better."

Rigaku nodded, resigned to his well-deserved fate. Outside of the school gate, a big car was awaiting them. Freya stretched her neck, trying to see it from the nose to the trunk.

The brothers got inside, waiting for Rigaku to take a seat. The girl followed, getting nervous as she played with a lock of hair.

'Is this... a limousine?' Her eyes tracked the insides. Using public transports for so long, she didn't realize how vehicles could be so comfortable.